<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923</id><updated>2009-12-19T10:16:55.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polly Want Alpaca</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-1895767847723577987</id><published>2009-09-04T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:23:09.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bit of a sewing machine myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqG-op8H-nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gwPCUJfu_qs/s1600-h/SANY3501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqG-op8H-nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gwPCUJfu_qs/s320/SANY3501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377789035719162482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why Laura," I seem to hear you say.  "Is that a serger in your home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why yes," I would reply, had I actually heard you say such a thing.  Alas, this beast of a machine is merely on loan.  I may have mentioned, I've been commissioned to create a couple of jackets for a coworker of my mother's.  Another one of my mother's friends happens to own a serger but doesn't know how to use it, so she loaned it to me to use on the jackets for the trade-off that I'll figure it out and teach her and her daughter.  Pretty good trade, if you ask me, though I kind of wish she'd decide "Oh, I don't need this thing" and give it to me... well, a girl can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jackets I'm making are based on the patterns Vogue 1081 and 1040, with some minor alterations (of course, because I just can't manage to make anything like patterns tell me to!).  She's a bit of a hard-to-fit woman, so I'm glad to have the chance to make her something she really likes that will fit her right.  After all, I know about difficulty in finding off-the-rack clothing that fits right and is flattering, being tall and curvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqHA_3K1S9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/aY4z1yEuGz0/s1600-h/SANY3441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqHA_3K1S9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/aY4z1yEuGz0/s320/SANY3441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377791633430760402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like my pattern weights?  I pulled all the small cans from the pantry -- black olives, sliced mushrooms, tomato paste.  Dad asked if I was making a giant pizza.  I wish.  And excuse the mess behind the dining table -- we're all pulling stuff for a potential yard sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toughest part about this project has been making myself actually work on it.  It's partly my trepidation about making everyday wear, especially for someone I don't know well -- everything I sew is costume, and almost all of it for the stage, so the finishing is different.  But it's also because... well, other than work, I don't really sew.  Sometimes --very rarely -- I feel like I love sewing, but even when I do, I don't want to do it outside of work.  The only person I've known who enjoyed what they did enough to do it outside of work as well is Mary Ann, the woman who taught me costuming in college.  She was *always* sewing at least one or two projects at home as well as working at least 40 hours a week in the costume shop.  But when I get home at the end of the day, generally the last thing I want to do is pick up another needle.  Even now, being on hiatus, I can get excited about ideas for me to design and make for myself, but when I look over at the sewing machine, it just makes me want to procrastinate ever longer.  Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that taking some time away from the costume work will help me get over that feeling.  Being able to sew without deadlines or divas or outside stress would be helpful in changing my feelings, I hope... especially as I need to get these ideas in my head out and into 3D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-1895767847723577987?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/1895767847723577987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=1895767847723577987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/1895767847723577987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/1895767847723577987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-bit-of-sewing-machine-myself.html' title='I&apos;m a bit of a sewing machine myself'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqG-op8H-nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gwPCUJfu_qs/s72-c/SANY3501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-7393173421351467756</id><published>2009-03-27T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:04:26.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies I should see</title><content type='html'>So, starting next Wednesday, I have two months off work.  I'll be at home with my family, and my parents have unlimited Blockbuster rentals, so I figure a good way to fill my time (and multitask when I'm knitting or such) is to try to see a lot of movies I feel like I should see.  A lot of them are from the last couple of years, the films that people keep talking about and I have to say "I'm sorry, I haven't seen that movie, so I don't get that reference".  Doubt I'll even make a dent on this list, but I've organized them all both chronologically by release year as well as alphabetically for quick reference.  Feel free to suggest any film at all you think I should see, from any year; I love getting movie suggestions, and the worst that could happen is I say "I've already seen that one, actually."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0084707/"&gt;"Sophie's Choice (1982)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112427/"&gt;"An Awfully Big Adventure" (1995)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117509/"&gt;"Romeo + Juliet" (1996)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0124879/"&gt;"Simon Birch" (1998)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0140379/"&gt;"A Midsummer Night's Dream" (1999)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0132347/"&gt;"Mystery Men" (1999)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0134119/"&gt;"The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0159097/"&gt;"The Virgin Suicides" (1999)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0168629/"&gt;Dancer in the Dark (2000)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120903/"&gt;"X-Men" (2000)&lt;/a&gt; - I actually saw this one when it first came out, but don't remember anything about it, and I need to see the sequels as well, all in preparation for the awesome-looking new Wolverine movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0268978/"&gt;"A Beautiful Mind" (2001)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0238112/"&gt;"Captain Corelli's Mandolin" (2001)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0246578/"&gt;"Donnie Darko" (2001)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0162346/"&gt;"Ghost World" (2001)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0268995/"&gt;"The Majestic" (2001)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0258463/"&gt;"The Bourne Identity" (2002)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0287978/"&gt;"Daredevil" (2003)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;s&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0335119/"&gt;"Girl With a Pearl Earring" (2003)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0286716/"&gt;"Hulk" (2003)&lt;/a&gt; - Another one of those I saw when it first came out (and didn't care for), but want to rewatch so I can watch the sequel as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0357413/"&gt;"Anchorman" (2004)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0338751/"&gt;"The Aviator (2004)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0375679/"&gt;"Crash" (2004)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0368658/"&gt;"Stage Beauty" (2004)&lt;/a&gt; - One of my favorite plays, but sadly the movie script is heavily altered.  Tried to watch the movie once before, but fell asleep... I might give it one more shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0241025/"&gt;"Vanity Fair" (2004)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372784/"&gt;"Batman Begins" (2005)&lt;/a&gt; - Famously, I saw this when it first came out and *hated* it.  But I'll give it a second chance in order to finally see the second one and see if Heath Ledger is really as spectacular in it as everyone says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0368709/"&gt;"Elizabethtown" (2005)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120667/"&gt;Fantastic Four (2005)&lt;/a&gt; - And the sequel, I suppose, if I can make it through the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0418773/"&gt;"Junebug" (2005)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0404203/"&gt;"Little Children" (2006)&lt;/a&gt; - Because I want to see everything with Kate Winslet in it, and after "The Watchmen" I have a newfound fascination with Patrick Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;s&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0907657/"&gt;"Once" (2006)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0457513/"&gt;"Scoop" (2006)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0448124/"&gt;"Snow Cake" (2006)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0450345/"&gt;"The Wicker Man" (2006)&lt;/a&gt; - I know I should probably watch the original, but this one will probably be easier to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0445922/"&gt;"Across the Universe (2007)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0368794/"&gt;"I'm Not There" (2007)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0467406/"&gt;"Juno" (2007)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0489237/"&gt;"The Nanny Diaries" (2007)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;s&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0483756/"&gt;"Nobel Son" (2007)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0829482/"&gt;"Superbad" (2007)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;s&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0914797/"&gt;"Bottle Shock" (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0914798/"&gt;"The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas" (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;s&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0864761/"&gt;"The Duchess" (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0489049/"&gt;"Fanboys" (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0866439/"&gt;"Made of Honor (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0970468/"&gt;"Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day" (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0910936/"&gt;"Pineapple Express" (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0976051/"&gt;&lt;s&gt;"The Reader" (2008)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0959337/"&gt;"Revolutionary Road" (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0430922/"&gt;&lt;s&gt;"Role Models" (2008)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;50. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1010048/"&gt;"Slumdog Millionaire" (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0497465/"&gt;"Vicky Cristina Barcelona" (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.&lt;s&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1068680/"&gt;"Yes Man" (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;52. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1007028/"&gt;"Zack and Miri Make a Porno" (2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: I haven't seen "Marley and Me", and as much as I like dogs (and Jennifer Aniston), I don't think I want to.  I'm certain that like every other movie about a dog, he dies in the end, and I don't care how fun the journey is, this is one of the situations where it *isn't* worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I deleted "How to Lose Friends and Alienate People" -- I saw the trailer for it and it looks AWFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies seen not on list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Definitely, Maybe&lt;br /&gt;2. Sunshine Cleaning&lt;br /&gt;3. Star Trek (the new one)&lt;br /&gt;4. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;br /&gt;5. The Pursuit of Happyness&lt;br /&gt;6. The Magnificent Ambersons&lt;br /&gt;7. Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-7393173421351467756?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/7393173421351467756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=7393173421351467756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/7393173421351467756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/7393173421351467756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/03/movies-i-should-see.html' title='Movies I should see'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-144601999368587437</id><published>2009-09-03T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:02:35.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution of a garment</title><content type='html'>The Theatre company I worked for the last two summers kicks off the season with a themed Gala, which is the one really fancy event of the summer.  Last year the theme was "1940's Red Carpet", as the cornerstone show of the season was "City of Angels", but as I was new, I didn't realize what a big deal the Gala was.   My outfit left something to be desired.  I was determined not to let this happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, the theme was "Witches and Wizards".  The fact that I don't have a workroom, cutting table, or serger, means that the finishing on the garment isn't quite what I'd like.  But it was done, so there ya go.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqChXk70OQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6y6GV0s1hVE/s1600-h/dress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqChXk70OQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6y6GV0s1hVE/s200/dress1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377475381503998210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided, rather than go with the broom-wielding, orange-and-black stripe wearing witch, or the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=22123107&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=gryffindor+sweater+vest&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;Gryffindor sweater &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=22123107&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=gryffindor+sweater+vest&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;vest&lt;/a&gt;-wearing type, I'd go for more of a medieval kind of feel, bodice and skirt kind of thing.  The color choices... well, I made them for one reason, and that reason is named Professor Snape.  I heart him.  As you can see from the photo at right, it's sort of the Slytherin colors.  I decided to do a bodice from the brocade, and a green skirt with a sheer black overlay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqCcA6ifXUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0RC0UIdR_YE/s1600-h/mockup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqCcA6ifXUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0RC0UIdR_YE/s400/mockup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377469494608223554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pattern I chose was Simplicity 9966.  Of course, I purchased this even though I chose to make lots of alterations to it.  Like I do.  I guess it's all the same, since nothing fits me right anyway (I'm pretty curvy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out by cutting all the pieces from muslin and putting it together the way I wanted (as opposed to how the pattern wanted me to).  Then I severely altered it, doing all the pinning myself, through some contortion and clever usage of multiple mirrors.  I have to say the fit left a little bit to be desired in the end, but that's what I get for trying to pin the back of a garment on myself (already altered in pic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqCebKr9QwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aK4K2Dcg13Y/s1600-h/dress4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqCebKr9QwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aK4K2Dcg13Y/s200/dress4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377472144642753282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was satisfied with the mock-up, I retraced all of the pieces on the only large paper we had: a leftover roll of Christmas wrapping paper.  That's when I discovered the brilliance of this!  The wrapping paper has a grid printed on the back, which is to theoretically help you cut and wrap your presents more neatly, but this was perfect for placement of the pattern pieces and to keep me true to the grain lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any further photos of the process because, well... I put most of it together the night before I drove up there for the summer (as in, was up till about 4 AM sewing on the living room floor) and finished it the afternoon of the Gala, so I had zero time for photo ops.  And I don't have any decent photos of myself wearing it yet, but I should be getting some in a few days, so stay tuned.  In the meantime, here are a few photos of it on my new dressmaker's dummy!  It fits me better than the dummy.  Oh, and please excuse the wrinkles... I don't have a proper steamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqCjFjt3ikI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MsFDVkmZ_LQ/s1600-h/SANY3483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqCjFjt3ikI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MsFDVkmZ_LQ/s320/SANY3483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377477270962670146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqCjRwRNY7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/AfRKUZUvtqM/s1600-h/SANY3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqCjRwRNY7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/AfRKUZUvtqM/s320/SANY3484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377477480490558386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top, close-up&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqCjcklYZ8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/UYRbC2O-lBk/s1600-h/SANY3488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqCjcklYZ8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/UYRbC2O-lBk/s320/SANY3488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377477666332501954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-144601999368587437?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/144601999368587437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=144601999368587437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/144601999368587437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/144601999368587437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/09/evolution-of-garment.html' title='Evolution of a garment'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/SqChXk70OQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6y6GV0s1hVE/s72-c/dress1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-2388009930186184228</id><published>2009-09-01T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:43:49.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>Hello all!  I think I may have told some of you, but as of this October, I'm going to be back in school -- I'm working on a Baking and Pastry diploma from the Art Institute of Ohio.  A big change of pace, yes, but I'm excited to get my hands dirty and try this new challenge.  I'll still be blogging about my hobbies and costuming over here, but starting in October you can also catch my kitchen adventures over at &lt;a href="http://lauraejordan.blogspot.com"&gt;LauraEJordan.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  It should be interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-2388009930186184228?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/2388009930186184228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=2388009930186184228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/2388009930186184228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/2388009930186184228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/09/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-6846229556281147494</id><published>2009-08-22T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:39:00.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Burton's "Alice in Wonderland"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Sp14T12nO0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/dXZOYJmSs8g/s1600-h/hatter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Sp14T12nO0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/dXZOYJmSs8g/s400/hatter1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376585812419230530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Tim Burton fan.  I can't help it.  Even I am sometimes a little overwhelmed by the dark imagery in some of his films, but the beauty and poetry that accompany it make those few moments of discomfort totally worth it.  So, naturally, I've been following the development of his upcoming project, "Alice in Wonderland".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt that he's working with some of my favorite people in the entertainment industry, either.  You've got Alan Rickman (the Caterpillar), who just happens to be my all-time favorite actor.  Johnny Depp (the Mad Hatter) is a staple of Tim Burton films, and also one of my favorite actors.  But most importantly -- you have Colleen Atwood, Burton's go-to Costume Designer and my personal hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One need only skim &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0041181/"&gt;Atwood's IMDB listing&lt;/a&gt; to realize the amazing body of work she's completed.  I mean, come on!  "Series of Unfortunate Events", "Sweeney Todd", "Memoirs of a Geisha", AND "Edward Scissorhands"?!  If that isn't enough to win you over, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point of this is that some pictures have been posted by the incredibly lucky people who got to attend the "Alice in Wonderland" exhibit at Costume Con, and I'm incredibly jealous.  I have to be content with being able to see the pictures of the costumes and sketches rather than getting to see them myself, but honestly, after how crazy I went over the "Harry Potter" exhibit in Chicago last month, I might just die over one of Colleen's work.  I guess I can summarize it by saying "She's brilliant.  Just brilliant."  Anyway, follow this link and see for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://costumersguide.com/cr_alice.shtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Costumer's Guide to Movie Costumes: "Alice in Wonderland"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-6846229556281147494?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/6846229556281147494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=6846229556281147494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/6846229556281147494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/6846229556281147494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/08/tim-burtons-alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Tim Burton&apos;s &quot;Alice in Wonderland&quot;'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Sp14T12nO0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/dXZOYJmSs8g/s72-c/hatter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-1607940329960309452</id><published>2009-04-07T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:28:14.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Win</title><content type='html'>Great costume idea: Jackie Earle Haley.  Achieved by combining Rorshach and Freddy Krueger costumes.  Fun for the whole family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.costumecraze.com/2009/04/from-watchmen-to-freddy-krueger"&gt;http://blog.costumecraze.com/2009/04/from-watchmen-to-freddy-krueger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-1607940329960309452?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/1607940329960309452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=1607940329960309452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/1607940329960309452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/1607940329960309452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/costume-win.html' title='Costume Win'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-4361327482051504217</id><published>2009-08-21T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:52:16.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me hand it to you...</title><content type='html'>Found this amazing video, which I believe is from a Japanese talent show.  The costumes are stunning, but what really makes this incredible is the precision of the dancers.  The only part I didn't like is that their last pose looks like a millipede to me, but then that's just personal phobia brought out in a Rorschach test-like way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUSKj2fxqN4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUSKj2fxqN4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-4361327482051504217?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/4361327482051504217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=4361327482051504217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/4361327482051504217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/4361327482051504217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-me-hand-it-to-you.html' title='Let me hand it to you...'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-4803957664866197339</id><published>2009-05-24T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:39:32.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Cheerleader</title><content type='html'>I've been a bad blogger.  Call it anticipation of life getting in the way in a couple of weeks when I head off for summer stock in central Illinois for the second summer in a row.  By way of apology, please accept this tutorial on how to make a Claire "The Cheerleader" Bennet costume very quickly and for ubercheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Claire.  She's a &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Heroes"&gt;Hero&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Shn2ub0jDtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n8hZvAn3naQ/s1600-h/claire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Shn2ub0jDtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n8hZvAn3naQ/s320/claire2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339570110827007698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supplies you will need are:&lt;br /&gt;- Oversized red turtleneck&lt;br /&gt;- White sweater vest&lt;br /&gt;- 1" wide elastic, to the length of your waist measurement plus one inch&lt;br /&gt;- Scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will probably also want:&lt;br /&gt;- Pins&lt;br /&gt;- Chalk or marking pencil&lt;br /&gt;- Sewing machine&lt;br /&gt;- Red and white threads&lt;br /&gt;- Scraps of white muslin or other sturdy cotton fabric&lt;br /&gt;- Sharpies in assorted colors (red, gold, and black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/ShnwP2RfHWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/c8jx6gzB5bk/s1600-h/turtleneck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/ShnwP2RfHWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/c8jx6gzB5bk/s320/turtleneck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339562988281994594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First things first.  Determine how long you want the skirt to be.    Measure from your waist to where you want the skirt to hit (i.e. just above the kneecap, if you're modest like me).  Add 1 1/2" to this measurement.  Use this length to measure from the bottom hem of shirt and mark the length in chalk all the way around the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the sleeves off of the turtleneck at the seams, as indicated by the vertical dotted green lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the shirt horizontally along your chalk line (as indicated by the horizontal green dotted line).  Discard the neck\yoke area (or save it, if you need a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dickie"&gt;dickey&lt;/a&gt; to wear at work).  The body has now become your skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKIRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend doing a preliminary try-on of the skirt at this point to double-check length and tweak width.  As the body of the turtleneck is very straight, you may want to take darts in or resize it along the seamlines.   If it doesn't gape too much, the elastic waistband will help smooth it out, but more than an inch or two of extra fabric may give you that Sweatpants Granny look.  I'm pretty curvy, so I only had to nip mine in about 3/4" on either side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn under 1/2" around the raw top edge of the skirt, then turn under another 1" and topstitch almost all the way around, leaving a 1" gap at a side seam.  Thread your elastic through this gap and stitch together with a seam allowance of 1/2".  Try the skirt on one last time to make sure the waist fits fine, the elastic is comfortable, and the skirt will stay on before closing the seam gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's pretty simple, if you know how to set a sleeve.  Just put the sleeves you cut off of the turtleneck into the armholes of the sweater vest.  You can hand-sew or use a blind hemmer if you want the stitching to be invisible; I personally just top-stitched mine with white thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEST PATCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is where it gets a little more on the creative side.  I made my patch by tracing a circle on a doubled piece of white muslin and serging around the edges, flatlining the circles together.  I then freehanded the design onto the circle with a pencil, using a ruler to ensure even spacing.  My design was even more simplified than the Trojans helmet pictured above, as I had about 15 minutes to do it in.  After penciling the design, I colored it in with black, red and gold Sharpies (thank heaven for Hobby Lobby and their frequent sales).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simpler way to make a patch might be to draw one up on your computer and print it on iron-on paper or printable fabric.  Not all of us are lucky enough to have fierce computer drawing skills or convenient technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend putting on the sweater vest to pin the patch on.   This will help you take into full account the amount of give the sweater fabric has and will make it lay better when it's on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Shn2dkNcI7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/_5Z_JzKQcFc/s1600-h/claire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Shn2dkNcI7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/_5Z_JzKQcFc/s320/claire1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339569821021119410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila!  Your Cheerleader costume is complete!  You may want to add other finishing touches such as trimming the skirt with gold and white bias tapes (I just used some white twill tape for side stripes on mine, to add a little visual interest).  The costume isn't exactly a screen-accurate replica, but then neither am I, and it's a pretty quick solution when you get a last-minute invite to a Superhero party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to close... this isn't just a gratuitous boob shot, I just wanted to show how the patch turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Shn0RVfuUmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dV1Kl2KheOk/s1600-h/claire3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Shn0RVfuUmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dV1Kl2KheOk/s200/claire3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339567411889590882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-4803957664866197339?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/4803957664866197339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=4803957664866197339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/4803957664866197339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/4803957664866197339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/05/save-cheerleader.html' title='Save the Cheerleader'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Shn2ub0jDtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n8hZvAn3naQ/s72-c/claire2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-5942117035752716034</id><published>2009-04-08T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:52:42.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yarn'/><title type='text'>"Come and get it, Potter!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lauraejordan/3352428623/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1109/3352428623_4bd8daa5cd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lauraejordan/3352428623/"&gt;gryffindorscarf1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lauraejordan/"&gt;lauraejordan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another recent knitting project.  I knit both the sweater vest and the scarf.  It's all in Lion Brand Wool-Ease (a wool\acrylic blend), lovingly knit by those two hands visible in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweater is actually the first garment I've knit, and I'm pretty pleased with it.  I think if I was going to make another for myself, I would make the v-neck a little deeper, and add a couple more inches of ribbing at the hips, as well as narrow the shoulders at the sleeve holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these items are available for purchase at &lt;a href="http://pollywantalpaca.etsy.com"&gt;my Etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;, and I'd be happy to answer any questions about the patterns or how to make the items.  I'm all about sharing the love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-5942117035752716034?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/5942117035752716034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=5942117035752716034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/5942117035752716034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/5942117035752716034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-get-it-potter.html' title='&amp;quot;Come and get it, Potter!&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-3177314745751024907</id><published>2009-04-08T01:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:52:42.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yarn'/><title type='text'>Cake or Death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lauraejordan/3417166624/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3358/3417166624_1edfde9565_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lauraejordan/3417166624/"&gt;cakeordeath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lauraejordan/"&gt;lauraejordan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My latest knitting project: Cake or Death gauntlets.  It's a heavy modification of a wristlet pattern I found a while back, with a little embroidery action.  I know the Eddie Izzard reference is subtle (especially since it's not the most masterful picture of a slice of cake ever created), but I prefer small references rather than a big ol' shirt that says "Hey, I love Eddie Izzard, and he said 'Cake or Death' that one time."&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-3177314745751024907?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/3177314745751024907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=3177314745751024907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/3177314745751024907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/3177314745751024907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/cake-or-death.html' title='Cake or Death?'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-7551056054903883916</id><published>2009-03-28T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:52:42.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yarn'/><title type='text'>The Bowie doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lauraejordan/3338335739/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3338335739_29847f935b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lauraejordan/3338335739/"&gt;Bowie 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lauraejordan/"&gt;lauraejordan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because life is better with a little Bowie.  Made this doll for a Glam Rock craft swap I participated in this winter.  The doll is white muslin, the pattern was all improvised.  The jumpsuit is knit based on the design of my favorite of Bowie's Ziggy Stardust outfits.  The face is done with watercolor and ink.  The hair is red novelty yarn attached with a couching stitch.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicking the picture will take you to my Flickr account, where there are more pictures of lil Bowie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-7551056054903883916?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/7551056054903883916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=7551056054903883916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/7551056054903883916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/7551056054903883916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/03/bowie-doll.html' title='The Bowie doll'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-7119296754118964894</id><published>2007-12-26T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:52:42.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yarn'/><title type='text'>Knit something dangerous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/R3NCoeHHGsI/AAAAAAAAABc/tfdf1CeRVbM/s1600-h/Memphis+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/R3NCoeHHGsI/AAAAAAAAABc/tfdf1CeRVbM/s320/Memphis+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148532062059698882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/R3NBwuHHGrI/AAAAAAAAABU/8OQaBEjSK6M/s1600-h/Memphis+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/R3NBwuHHGrI/AAAAAAAAABU/8OQaBEjSK6M/s320/Memphis+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148531104281991858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarf I made for my friend Jay for Christmas.  He's a pirate, in case you didn't guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-7119296754118964894?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/7119296754118964894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=7119296754118964894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/7119296754118964894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/7119296754118964894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2007/12/knit-something-dangerous.html' title='Knit something dangerous'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/R3NCoeHHGsI/AAAAAAAAABc/tfdf1CeRVbM/s72-c/Memphis+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-7931952947781957703</id><published>2009-05-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:52:42.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yarn'/><title type='text'>Assault at North Carolina yarn mill</title><content type='html'>I was just alerted to this by a crochet group I'm a part of.  I'm absolutely horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At North Carolina's Tuscaroro Yarns in late 2007, a factory manager sexually assaulted a woman in his office. After she reported it, an HR manager responded by suspending and disciplining her. Two months later, she left the factory in an ambulance after another, more brutal assault by the same plant manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC) filed suit on March 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the article from the Southern Poverty Law Center so you know this is not a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.splcenter.org/news/item.jsp?aid=370"&gt;http://www.splcenter.org/news/item.j&lt;wbr&gt;sp?aid=370&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.79/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.79/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the notice on the EEOC web site, also so you know this is not a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.eeoc.gov/press/3-30-09.html"&gt;http://www.eeoc.gov/press/3-30-09.html&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.79/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.79/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the Tuscarora Yarn web site, in case you want to give them a piece of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.tuscarorayarns.com/"&gt;http://www.tuscarorayarns.com/&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.79/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.79/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or their e-mail is &lt;span name="id" title="imagine@tuscarorayarns.com"&gt;imagine@tuscarorayarns.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend writing the company letters.  I wrote them a note to say I refused to patronize their company until I hear of a severe change in their policy and that both the man who attacked her and the person who chose to discipline her were fired.  Please pass this on to everyone you know, and spread the word about this injustice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-7931952947781957703?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/7931952947781957703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=7931952947781957703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/7931952947781957703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/7931952947781957703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/05/assault-at-north-carolina-yarn-mill.html' title='Assault at North Carolina yarn mill'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-6100983264735060815</id><published>2009-04-29T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:46:39.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My top five user-powered websites</title><content type='html'>Having your own website and keeping it updated can be hard.  Case in point: it's been a couple of weeks since I've updated my blog (aside, of course, from keeping track of what movies I've watched in my post &lt;a href="http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/03/movies-i-should-see.html"&gt;Movies I should see&lt;/a&gt;).  The following blogs are a few of my favorite that have gotten around that troublesome area by being powered on the submissions of readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt; - The most famous site for this.  For those of you not familiar, this is Frank Warren's blog, and each weekly entry is comprised of art postcards sent to him from around the world, each bearing an anonymous secret from the sender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dearoldlove.com/"&gt;Dear Old Love&lt;/a&gt; - The web owner describes the site as "short notes to people we've loved (or at least liked). Requited or unrequited."  Basically, a one- or two-line note to an ex, with some sort of a confession or definition of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com"&gt;FMyLife&lt;/a&gt; - Perhaps a little overindulgent sometimes, but kudos for people admitting embarrassing moments.  Each describes an unfortunate incident that happened to the writer, such as incredibly clumsy or awkward moments.  The format of the notes can get on my nerves (each one starting with "Today," and ending with "FML"), but the laughs are worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.textsfromlastnight.com"&gt;Texts From Last Night&lt;/a&gt; - The largest portion of texts logged on this site are people either incredibly drunk or suffering from the next-day effects of such.  Some just make you shake your head, but some of them are a great log of those one-liners you generally just throw out there and then forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;I Can Has Cheezburger&lt;/a&gt; - I know, quite a bit different than the other sites, but still.  It's mostly pictures of cats in funny or awkward positions, with an appropriate caption.  I get caught up on this site sometimes and could look for hours (and I don't even like cats).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my top five.  What are YOUR favorites?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-6100983264735060815?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/6100983264735060815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=6100983264735060815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/6100983264735060815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/6100983264735060815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-top-five-user-powered-websites.html' title='My top five user-powered websites'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-6208819816210086616</id><published>2009-04-21T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:00:10.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tharon Musser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.northern.edu/wild/litedes/tharon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 148px;" src="http://www.northern.edu/wild/litedes/tharon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out via &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/news/ni0754191/"&gt;this blip article on IMDB&lt;/a&gt; that famed lighting designer Tharon Musser has passed away.  I didn't know her... but then I kind of feel like I did a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the same college as Musser.  Everyone who's gone to Berea College knows that it is far more than a college -- it's an experience, a way of life, a defining factor.  Once on choir tour with the college, I by chance was housed with an elderly couple who not only were in college at the same time as she was -- they knew her.  They told me bits of trivia, like that she had an illegal car that she kept offcampus (cars are very strictly policed at Berea, and in her day would be absolutely forbidden).  But most of what I heard of her was from my best friend Sarah, also a lighting designer and graduate of Berea, who closely followed Musser's career and tried to follow her example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musser made a splash on Broadway with designs such as the iconic "A Chorus Line", and really introduced computerized lighting as we know it today.  There's a pretty good short article about her &lt;a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601088&amp;amp;sid=awZdHcdl.nNg&amp;amp;refer=muse"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and her Wikipedia entry &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tharon_Musser"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-6208819816210086616?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/6208819816210086616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=6208819816210086616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/6208819816210086616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/6208819816210086616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/tharon-musser.html' title='Tharon Musser'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-811313900623681506</id><published>2009-04-10T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:41:53.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampirates?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Sd79FojHzmI/AAAAAAAAADg/IRpR_oS9b40/s1600-h/Vampirates-Tide-Terro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Sd79FojHzmI/AAAAAAAAADg/IRpR_oS9b40/s320/Vampirates-Tide-Terro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322970082824408674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, is this another one that I'm the last to hear about?  I started reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; after the 4th book came out, didn't even know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; existed until less than a year ago, and I didn't hear about "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog" until this week.  And now I hear about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vampirates&lt;/span&gt;.  To quote the back of the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, if pirates are bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And vampires are worse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I pray that as long as I be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That though I sing of Vampirates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never one shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone read this book?  Or books, I should say, as I did a quick search and discovered there are at least 5 or 6 of these things out there.  And if you have... are they as bad as they sound?  Because while I love pirates, and am impartial about vampires, I think this may be the most intriguing young adult novel since 1980's teen hit &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mall-Richie-Tankersley-Cusick/dp/0671709585"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-811313900623681506?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/811313900623681506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=811313900623681506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/811313900623681506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/811313900623681506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/vampirates.html' title='Vampirates?'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye54ysK-FCY/Sd79FojHzmI/AAAAAAAAADg/IRpR_oS9b40/s72-c/Vampirates-Tide-Terro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-3401601587911576089</id><published>2009-04-07T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:16:02.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood AD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MULDER: How come when people come back from the dead they always want to hurt the living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCULLY: Well, that's because people can't really come back from the dead, Mulder. I mean, ghosts and zombies are just projections of our own repressed cannibalistic and sexual fears and desires. They are who we fear that we are at heart-- just mindless automatons who can only kill and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULDER: Party pooper. Well, I got a new theory. I say that when zombies try to eat people, that's just the first stage. You see, they've just come back from being dead so they're going to do all the things they miss from when they were alive. So, first, they're going to eat, then they're going to drink, then they're going to dance and make love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCULLY: Oh, I see. So it's just that we never get to stay with them long enough to see the gentler side of the undead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULDER: Exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from "The X-Files" episode Hollywood AD (7x18), courtesy of &lt;a href="http://insidethex.co.uk/"&gt;Inside the X&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people will tell a lie when asked what their greatest fears are.  After all, why share your greatest fear?  You never know who's going to use it against you.  Well, I'm pretty honest about my greatest fear.  It's zombies.  I hate zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's irrational.  Zombies probably don't exist... right?  It's like Freddy Krueger and other imaginary terrors -- we're still afraid, though there's nothing there.  But I'm not afraid of anything else -- not vampires, werewolves, Bigfoot, or any other manufactured creature.  What is it about these freaking zombies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Scully's theory is one possibility.  Do I fear that that's all I'm good for?  Or is it an amalgamation of my own dislikes?  I was not a child who ever bit other people, and I found it abhorrent when another child was a biter.  I can be okay with blood in films, but not gore.  And, of course, I'm a vegetarian. which began with a childhood "grossout" factor when it came to tendons and veins and all that stuff you relate between the animal and humans... which is the typical fare of zombies, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the best I can do is to hope that if zombies really *did* exist, it'd be more like Mulder says: they're just revived versions of ourselves, reveling in what they had lost.  Regardless, I think I'll sleep with a blunt object next to my bed tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-3401601587911576089?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/3401601587911576089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=3401601587911576089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/3401601587911576089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/3401601587911576089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/hollywood-ad.html' title='Hollywood AD'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-5481483956680164000</id><published>2009-04-07T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:36:56.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet Trekkie?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'll admit, I don't know a whole lot about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;.  My dad must've been a fan, because we had the first 3 films bootleg-taped off TV when I was a kid -- you know, the old-fashioned way, where you had to sit by the VCR with a fresh tape and wait until your movie came on.  I'm not sure at what age my older brother discovered the tapes, but I've seen those 3 movies more than I would care to count.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Star Trek V: The Final Frontier&lt;/span&gt; remains the only one I haven't seen more than once, and is the second movie I remember seeing in a theatre (after &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Land Before Time&lt;/span&gt;).  He loved all the series as well, but I didn't see more than a few episodes of each of those.  I guess you could say I became an unwitting fan, much like in later years when my brother discovered James Bond in much the same way.  Ah, the days when we were still young enough to want to play with toys, but old enough where the only way I could get my brother to play My Little Ponies with me was if I let the Starship Enterprise visit Ponyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the point.  Maybe it's just old muscle memory, or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; is kind of like comfort food, but I'm pretty excited about the new movie.  Never mind that Zachary Quinto is in it; the hair and ears do little to obscure his hotness.  But I'm interested to see the latest chapter in this saga, and am more intrigued now that I know a group of diehard fans have given the film a thumbs-up.  And we all know from the last 3 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; films -- fans don't have to enjoy something even if it *is* in the official "canon"... unless they're &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jar_Jar_Binks"&gt;dumb&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surprise screening of the new &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; film was held last night in Austin, TX.  You can read the thrilling first-hand account at &lt;a href="http://www.aintitcool.com/node/40675"&gt;Ain't It Cool News&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm sure my big brother, who lives in that area now, is pretty pissed off to not have happened to be there.  I have to say that my little fangirl heart is a little achy at having missed it myself, but no matter; a few weeks, I'll have my own, Nimoy-free, official-release viewing here in Knoxville.  So poo on you all who got to see it.  You aren't so special.  I can see Leonard Nimoy whenever I want, on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC73PHdQX04"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-5481483956680164000?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/5481483956680164000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=5481483956680164000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/5481483956680164000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/5481483956680164000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/closet-trekkie.html' title='Closet Trekkie?'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-4586755102186037792</id><published>2009-04-07T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:23:12.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhero domino mask</title><content type='html'>That Costume Girl shares her creative idea on a quick, , cheap, disposable domino mask for all your superhero needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatcostumegirl.com/2009/04/06/mask-wrap"&gt;Mask Wrap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-4586755102186037792?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/4586755102186037792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=4586755102186037792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/4586755102186037792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/4586755102186037792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/superhero-domino-mask.html' title='Superhero domino mask'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-5872110655599530081</id><published>2009-04-07T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:20:59.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Web Love!</title><content type='html'>Rainn Wilson's Twitter pointed me towards this website he helped create, &lt;a href="http://www.soulpancake.com"&gt;Soul Pancake&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://www.soulpancake.com/view_post/204942/what-is-soulpancake.html"&gt;This link&lt;/a&gt; will take you to to info page on the site.  To quote: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We want to make discussions about Spirituality, Creativity, and Philosophy cool again. Were they ever cool? I have no idea. But it seems like a good idea. We want to engage the user to “Chew on Life’s Big Questions”™. (I was kidding about the ™ symbol; you can use that phrase however you want. Even to sell frozen taquitos.)."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you check it out.  We can always use more introspection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-5872110655599530081?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/5872110655599530081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=5872110655599530081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/5872110655599530081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/5872110655599530081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/web-love.html' title='Web Love!'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-6904543560468222784</id><published>2009-04-05T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:08:41.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/special/superherOes/index.asp"&gt;Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed this exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, but there's still an in-depth look at costuming for superheroes on their website.  It's a long read, but a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-6904543560468222784?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/6904543560468222784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=6904543560468222784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/6904543560468222784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/6904543560468222784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/superheroes-fashion-and-fantasy.html' title='Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-4627291163702516315</id><published>2009-04-05T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:47:10.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Science of Superheroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.physorg.com/news157697101.html"&gt;Using Superheroes to Teach Physics: College Courses in Sci-Fi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(PhysOrg.com) -- One of the more perplexing questions facing science these days is this one: How do we get more young people interested in science? Leading the way are a number of college courses -- that can be taken for credit -- that focus on the science in science fiction. After all, why can't superheroes, Star Trek and Harry Potter teach us about the answer to life, the universe and everything? (Or, at least debate the merits of the answer "42".)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This short article discusses classes at a few universities across the country which deal with reality in relation to a work of popular fiction (namely "The Science of Superheroes", a course taught at the University of California at Irvine).  Understandably, not everyone sees it as a valid course -- after all, what part of "real-life science in the world of people who can magically fly" screams "This is the university for your troublesome teen!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, take the proponent's side, based on my own experience.  I am not at all a science-minded person.  I find some experiments interesting, but when it comes to memorizing facts and formulas, I'm useless.  But when I was in high school, I was a huge (and I mean *huge*) fan of "The X-Files".  Useless in most everyday situations, yes; but it helped me understand science in a way textbooks alone never could.  For example, when I may otherwise never have learned what a chimera was, I was able to recall an episode of the same name, in which a woman was two creatures in one, and put that in the sidebar of my notes.  I'm sure I still have some of those notes packed away, scrawling in the margins to "Remember (insert episode name here)!"  Association is, after all, purported to be one of the best methods of retention; why should this case be any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a similar vein, the one piece of information I retained in my entire Anatomy and Physiology course in college is that the sarcoplasmic reticulum surrounds the vasicle, because the textbook noted that it was "much like the sleeve of a loosely crocheted sweater".  The second I read it, I knew I'd remember it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point isn't connecting science to something "cool" or "popular", it's relating it to something you already know.  Some people, like me, just aren't science-minded.  Isn't it nice to think there's some way we could understand it anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-4627291163702516315?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/4627291163702516315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=4627291163702516315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/4627291163702516315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/4627291163702516315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2009/04/science-of-superheroes.html' title='The Science of Superheroes'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-8111592646178877925</id><published>2008-04-21T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:19:22.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update and a video</title><content type='html'>Things have been pretty crazy around here lately.  Been working like mad the last few weeks to put up my latest show, with almost no help until this past week.  It's a really big show too -- my biggest yet, both costume-wise and cast-wise, and set in a time I knew nothing about, so all around pretty effing hard.  There's a short video clip of the 2nd scene on the Playhouse website, and they've actually already managed to put the show photos up as well, which I believe is mainly due to recent sales drop-offs on the main stage.  They're trying to account the low sales to poor advertisement, so they're trying to get the word out on this one... of course, the last show on this stage sold out every night (heck yes it did), so no worries on that ground.  Anyway, to see pictures, visit &lt;a href="http://www.playhouseonthesquare.org"&gt;http://www.playhouseonthesquare.org&lt;/a&gt; and click on "Compleat Female Stage Beauty" on the left (no, we didn't misspell Complete -- that's how they spelled it in 1660, and that's how the playwright wanted it spelled).  You can also click on "The Great American Trailer Park Musical" if you want to see a few from my last show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than reporting directly to my boss lately, she's had me reporting to one of the higher-ups via bi-weekly e-mail reports, with minute-by-minute details of what I did that day.  I have a task list, all of which are related to the move of our costume shop next week, which I am expected to have completed by then... she thinks it's a lot of work and will keep me out of her hair, but I should have it done in no time.  The bad part is that she hasn't scheduled me any time at all to start on my next show, and I have first production meeting this coming Wednesday.  I don't mind, though, because finally I'll have a real log of everything I do.  I always tell her things like "Oh, I stopped working when everyone else was ready to leave" or "No, I left my paperwork here last night", when I really work over the number of hours we're required to every week without noting the overtime.  This is because 1) I don't have time to actually *use* the overtime, nor anything to do other than work, nor money to do anything else with, and 2) she freaks out if we work over the scheduled hours, stay late at night, or fail to take our a half-hour break at 5:00 every evening (and I don't remember the last time I took my break).  As it is, if I feel like I absolutely *must* get out of the house on my day off, I usually end up shopping for my show, as there really isn't much to do in this town other than shop or eat, and I don't need to shop for myself.  And I'm the type of person who works till the job's done, which oftentimes means either working late at night or taking things home to finish.  And I don't tell her this stuff because she freaks out.  And I don't want to seem preachy or like I want attention\recognition for it... I'm just trying to do my job as well as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next show should be relatively simple, though.  Six people, maybe two outfits each (maybe basic outfits for one or two of them, with pieces they can change), set in 1960.  The characters are Orson Welles, Joan Plowright, Laurence Olivier, Vivien Leigh, Kenneth Tynan, and a stagehand named Sean.  And I'm getting a pretty early start, trying 1) not to lose the "Stage Beauty" momentum, 2) to balance the additional load of beginning my 3 summer shows via e-mail and phone conversation, and 3) needing to start thinking about packing up, getting rid of things, tying up loose ends, etc.  I'm getting pretty tired of this constant moving thing and am hoping to find someplace to be for a little longer pretty soon.  Maybe I can see if I can get a ship this fall, if none of my other job apps work out, and then I can pay the bills and have time to work on things like grad school applications.  Of course, interviews and whatnot would be pretty hard while living on a boat, but if I find a place that wants me bad enough, they'll be willing to work it out, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the real reason I decided it was time to post is this video.  I was doing YouTube searches for songs we used to sing when we were kids, and I found this fantastic video of some missionaries re-enacting an odd version of the Snowman song.  Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if we hadn't left the Church... I can't tell if life seemed so much more planned because of the Church's ideas, or if it was just because I was a kid and every new idea seemed as if it was certainly what was *going* to happen.  Maybe it's just because now I only have a base, where the Church set up walls -- for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQDEchi_5vI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQDEchi_5vI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playhouseonthesquare.org"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-8111592646178877925?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/8111592646178877925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=8111592646178877925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/8111592646178877925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/8111592646178877925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-and-video.html' title='An update and a video'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-6333165026624393330</id><published>2008-06-04T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:28:23.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie and the Memphians; or, ::coughcoughcoughthere'satigeroverthere::</title><content type='html'>So I have to tell you the tale of the Coolest Thing Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, we don't work on Mondays at Playhouse, like most other theatres.  But this Monday was load-in day.  I didn't mind, I didn't have a lot of notes from my show.  Rebecca put together a lunch for me and Kate as a "nice knowing you, goodbye" sort of thing.  At about 4:00, I was watching the clock because I got to leave at 4:30.  All of us were working on the stage, and I was upstage right with Liz when suddenly she said "Is that Eddie Izzard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what she was talking about, I looked at her, and saw her staring downstage left.  So I followed her eyes and saw a stranger standing at the foot of the stage, talking to my roomie Brian.  Once I realized what she was saying, my first thought was "Chyeah, right, why would that be Eddie..." and at about that point I realized it was, in fact, Eddie Izzard.  In Playhouse.  Right there.  So I tried to conceal my excitement and calm my heartbeat as I moved closer to his side of the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that his first gig in the U.S. was in a theatre in Overton Square, so since he was in town for the first time since then and had some time to kill, he took a cab to Overton Square to see if he could find it (it doesn't exist anymore; it was about where Studio on the Square is now, apparently), and wandered into Playhouse to see if maybe that was it.  Brian and I ended up chatting with him for a few minutes, and I got a huge kick out of watching more people come into the room and realize who he was.  We told him who we were, what we were doing, etc., and that we'd wanted to come see his show the next night, but we all had to work.  He said "Oh, that's a shame.  I would've arranged free tickets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually Brian took him up to talk to management, and I got released.  Being naturally excited (but *not* a stalker!), I decided to go out the front door of the theatre rather than the side, on the off chance I'd see him again.  And as luck would have it, he was walking out just in front of me.  We ended up chatting on the sidewalk, and Jay came up to say he'd decided to get tickets, which put us back on the subject of getting to go (because, of course, I told Jay that he was stupid for getting to go).  They said I should try to get out of rehearsal, because after all it *is* my last few days, and when would I get a chance like this again, and it's not like I could do much during the show anyway.  And finally Eddie said "Well, if you change your mind, here's my assistant's number.  Her name is Rachel.  Call her and she'll arrange tickets."  And when he went to walk away, he turned around and said "And come round backstage after the show, and we'll have drinks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point where I finally got to freak out, because I ran over to the new building to tell Rebecca about it.  Jackie was over there, and when I told him about it, he went *running* to see if he could catch Eddie.  That's when I finally got to gush and squee like the little fangirl I am.  And Rebecca, who of course was totally excited as well (and kept saying "Why didn't you call me?!", though of course I had had other things on my mind), was open to arrangements being made so I could go.  So after jumping through a few hoops, it was arranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the proper and classic girl that I am, I went home that afternoon, took a shower, got nice'd up.  And then came out of my room and saw that the other people who were going were all wearing tee shirts and jeans.  I felt like I should change, but between the time it would take and the effort I'd made, I decided not to.  But when we got there, there were plenty of other people dressed up too, so then I didn't feel so out of place.  Other than the fact that I started having an eye-allergy-freakout and my right eye was all red and swollen.  But it was better enough once the show started for me to not think about it, and was actually-better by the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice's favorite part was when she went to pick up her tickets and the box office person asked "How did you purchase these tickets?" and she got to say "Oh, Eddie left them for me as his guest."  :-P  And the seats were really good -- 5th row, close to the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we decided to go over to the stage door on the off chance he actually remembered us and we could get him to hang out.  We were expecting him to come out to go straight to his bus and have to do a "Hey, remember me?!" sort of thing.  But so we were all milling around, just off from the throng of people who were waiting like vultures outside the door.  Eventually the door opened, and people got excited for a hot second, but were disappointed when it was just a girl who clearly worked with him, as she was wearing the "Stripped" pass on a lanyard.  She was looking around, looking for someone, so finally Jay said "Are you Rachel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was.  And she was looking for us!  Not only had he remembered, but he sent his assistant down to gather us and take us up to the dressing room.  It was the funniest thing: she ushered us through the people, who yelled things like "I want to be your friend!" and "I'm with them, they just forgot me!"  I've never felt so popular.  Not that I really ever feel popular, you know, but still.  It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook all of our hands when we came in, and as we were rather crowded in the tiny dressing room, I moved further in to get out of the way, and when he stepped back, he stood right by me.  We all chatted for quite a little while, and occasionally I would glance across the room to where there was a mirror, and marvel at the reflection of me and Eddie Izzard, barely a foot or two away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a really neat guy.  Very friendly, down-to-earth, cool in one of those ways that's clearly just that he's a nice person, not nice-for-a-celebrity.  Eventually we were joined by a couple, the girl of whom was clearly 100% off her rocker and possibly on drugs and wanted to talk to him about global warming.  It was after that that the mood was broken a little bit, and a few minutes later we were taken back outside so he could do a Q&amp;A in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to say that was probably about the coolest thing that's ever happened to me.  The most interesting and unbelievably random occurrence.  An "unbelievable coincidence", if you will; if it had been any other Monday, Playhouse would've been empty, and we never would've even known that he had come in.  We would lament in a few days' time, when we realized the concert date had passed, that we hadn't been able to go.  We might've imagined going down to Beale that night and running into him at Blues City and sneaking a photo.  But as it is, we have a really cool memory of a chance meeting and the rose-colored aftermath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-6333165026624393330?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/6333165026624393330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=6333165026624393330' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/6333165026624393330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/6333165026624393330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2008/06/eddie-and-memphians-or.html' title='Eddie and the Memphians; or, ::coughcoughcoughthere&apos;satigeroverthere::'/><author><name>Laura E. Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16953033981480052580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08126078639223246387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384616522476627923.post-6313864131362125429</id><published>2008-05-19T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:38:42.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savory spinach-cheese muffins</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd post the recipe for the muffins I ended up making for Liz's birthday picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3 c skim milk&lt;br /&gt;1 T vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;2 c Bisquick&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c chopped spinach&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c grated cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 T chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;1 T minced garlic&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c chopped red pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 400 F.  Grease muffin tins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat milk, oil and egg until well blended.  Add remaining ingredients; mix just until moistened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill muffin cups 3\4 full.  Bake 15 minutes or until golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off with a recipe but, like my knitting, I just can never seem to stick to those.  I think I used more of most of these than it says, because I didn't actually measure anything but the milk and Bisquick.  I added the garlic and red pepper on a whim, and it was a good choice.  And I burned my arm on the inside of the stove, but that's beside the point.  I have an unsightly red blotch on my right forearm, but it kind of goes with the dark spot on the back of that hand where I burned it while baking acorn squash about 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  These were a hit!  I wish I'd made a double batch, but I barely had enough Bisquick for these, and my goal is to use most of what I own rather than buying more foodstuffs over these next couple of weeks.  Waste not, want not.  Also, as I was leaving the park I stepped on a piece of glass and it went straight through my flip flop and into my foot a little bit.  Ouchies.  Thank goodness for that recently-updated tetanus shot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384616522476627923-6313864131362125429?l=pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/feeds/6313864131362125429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1384616522476627923&amp;postID=6313864131362125429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/6313864131362125429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384616522476627923/posts/default/6313864131362125429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollywantalpaca.blogspot.com/2008/05/savory-spinach-cheese-muffins.html' title='Savory spinach-cheese muffins'/><author><name>Laura E. 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