The Lonesome Peanut

     Well, all my blogs so far have seemed to have just been me ranting incoherently about random subjects... so to continue in randomness and also to show that there is an even lamer side to myself... I thought I would submit another popular form of blog entries... poetry...

Circus life, it is a mysterious thing. While we have our assumptions as to how circuses (so that's how you spell it!) are formed, I feel it to be my responsibility to get the facts straight... or just make up some more hilarious assumptions.

So as most of you know (most meaning none), I walk to work, KFC Mooroolbark, every morning. It is only a 20 minute stroll and I often use this time to reflect upon the possible happenings of my day or listen to some music, as is usually the thing to do when strolling. Having done this for nearly a year and a half now, I have become quite familiar with my travel route, and have come to expect a few things on my way... kind of like landmarks for lack of a better word.

Okay, so originally this blog was meant to be about Asians and knitting, as through discussion with one Tanyth Hellings I needed to prove myself wrong after saying, "Asians can't knit". Since I have really no idea about knitting (kind of proving my point), I decided to do a bit of research via Wikipedia. After typing in knitting and preparing myself for what would most likely be volumes of boring information on the many different facets of knitting culture I saw a picture of a knitted beanie, some knitting needles and a ball of yarn. Immediately my mind drew similarities between knitting apparatus and Asian eating utensils, as well as strings of yarn looking like some delicious udon noodles. Still unsure of how I would fuse these two ideas in a hilarious blog-like fashion I decided to read on. As I continued to read I found myself absolutely fascinated (italics indicate sarcasm right?) by the various knitting structures, types, techniques, apparatus and so on and so

Conformity. It's one of those things that gets a bad rap (wrap?), thank you very much Hitler, Communism etc. But is conforming really such a bad thing? What does it take to be a non-conformist? These questions I will now try to blog in detail.

It seems that the written word takes us a lot further than it used to, in fact we may even use it more to communicate than the good ole face to face. This of course has been helped along with technology, SMS, Facebook Chat, Twitter (something I still have no idea about & hope to keep it that way for the rest of my life), MSN... the list goes on... I think. There is only one major flaw in using the written word to communicate: "Reader Interpretation". With so many sentences, conversations and words floating above us in cyberspace these days, how can we, the writers, ensure that our seemingly harmless replies are not turned into a five-year bout of silent treatment? Thank goodness for emoticons!! :D