If you’re reading this blog entry, I’m connected again…
Let me explain. I’m typing this on my Handy-Dandy Note*pad!(sorry for the Blue’s Clues reference, it’s been a long summer,) because here at the Nest, we are experiencing (as I type) a lapse in cable and internet “due to power outages in the Fairbanks area.” (Fairbanks is a hella long way north of my humble abode, so who knows how long I’ll be disconnected…)
So what does a good little knit-blogger do in such a situation? Well, I am nearly done with the Secret Purple Project that is keeping me from my other knitting (Yes, Andy, your socks are still on hold) AND I decided to join another blog-contest. Cause they’re fun, and this one in particular caught my eye and got the ol’ rusty imagination wheels turning.
And so now, for the DIY “Snakes on a Plane” Contest
I bring you my entries. Plural. All five of ’em. Cause I had nothing better to do this evening than be my weird self.
***No critters were harmed in the making of this blog. If you were to ask them, they probably would only consider themselves to have been mildly harassed. Thank you.***
First up, with some added knitting content,
(You just have to put funny clothes on a dog that looks like this. He loved the attention, trust me.)
Our next contestant, rudely awakened from her mid-evening nap,
(Not quite as amusing, but worth showing since she spends most of the daylight hours stalking dust motes behind/under things. I can refer to this photo to prove that yes, there is a feline in our house.)
While I was out tromping about in my pink rubber boots, looking for inspiration and muttering, “Snakes on a plane, snakes on a plane,” I looked up and saw…
(I know there are no animals; it rhymes, and I’m a dork.)
Which brings us to the piece de resistance.
If you found “Snakes on a Plane” too scary, too thick in plot, and too fast-paced, this is the film for you…
WoolRoom Productions presents…
(in the rain.)
I need to make a side note here that I totally deserve bonus points for crouching out in front of my house in the 50 degree windy/rainy twilight, searching for slugs, arranging and then photographing them on a Brio truck. Repeatedly. In full view of the neighbors. Who all already think I’m a Looneybird. Just saying.
And so there you go, my cheesy genius revealed. Hope it made you laugh, Kristi. I’m gonna go get a towel. And a beer.