A very groovy pom-pom mutation

It's so cold I had to make myself a beanie. It's perfectly made to fit my melon-sized head and it has a huge pom-pom. It makes me feel tall. And the yarn is variegated, so the pom-pom has a big splash of red in an otherwise blue-green ball. lilacsigil said it has heterochromia, which, as Charles Xavier has taught us, is a very groovy mutation.

The downside of having a very groovy hat is dodging that never-ending thing when you make stuff, the "You could sell those and make money!" discussion. I could sell them. I'd blow out my thumb tendons trying to make a profit, and I don't want to do that. So it's not going to happen. I make stuff because I love making stuff. If I give you something, it's because I think fondly of you. Argh, why is this so hard to understand?

Also, all the makers on my flist: you are heroes, and I wish that your heroism was recognised, because I'm sure it's not, to the degree that it should be.

I'm having a bad time, mood wise. Thank goodness for fidget cubes, rubber bands and pink wine. Hopefully it's just the leftovers from the family birthday season (last one is today, thank goodness.) In the meantime, I am very tetchy, and only want to wear my beanie and watch Person of Interest. There are worse things to happen on mood swings, I know.

Adult things I have done: been to the dentist for a checkup. Updated my prescriptions at the doctor. Had a haircut. Made plans to go to Melbourne to see lilacsigil's family. Planted more lettuce.

Things I want to talk about but do not have the brain: Riverdale, American Gods (holy shit, Gillian Anderson!), icon making (cos I've been making a few, this post is kind of a GIP), recipes, Agents of Shield, Supergirl, yarn. Sense8. Twin Peaks (omg Twin Peaks!) The Star Trek: Discovery trailer, or as I saw it referred to: Star Trek: Disco Very.

Things I am actually going to talk about instead because it's easier: linkspams.

- via miss_s_b, lewis_and_quark_feed is the feed for a science blogger who works with neural networks. (You know those lists? Hobbit names as generated by a neural network, etc? Or, as I recently saw, The neural network writes the episode list for next season’s Dr. Who. The Daleks of the Daleks. Would watch.)

- via chinashop, nanodownunder, or, a NaNo-style writing challenge for the southern hemisphere's winter. (Because in traditional NaNo, we're sweltering or on fire.) Not just for the Antipodean writer. For anyone. Kicking off for June - a locked comm for writers wanting to set themselves a deadline.

- Something I came across messing around on Twitter but don't know from where it came: Audio dramas sorted by genre

- something I have open all the time when I'm writing Harold Finch: a massive chart of birds of North America

- via dunmurderin, Bingo card generator.

- via misbegotten, The Definition Of Hell For Each Myers-Briggs Personality Type (because I can never get enough random MBPT stuff.)

- Boing Boing link: Crashed computer at Oslo pizzeria reveals covert facial recognition scheme (From deep within the Person of Interest gravity well where I live right now, I have to say this is some scary Samaritan-level stuff.)

- So you know that we really know how to live it up in the country, there was a local button festival: Button up for a colourful display at Buttonfest. (And the local paper didn't miss a beat when titling that article.) I love buttons. I could so become one of those button collectors. It scares me a little, because I don't have room for a hobby like that.

- Rare Photos of Frida Kahlo as a Young Woman in the 1920s. So amazing!

- Okay, I do have one American Gods link, via forests_of_fire, so you can watch it over and over like I have, American Gods Teaser Shows Gillian Anderson As [deleted for spoilers but go watch, it's amazing] (Spoilers for Episode Five, obviously.)

- last link! Japanese Woman Spotted Wearing Heels That Look Exactly Like Pigeons. Because she was worried about the welfare of the pigeons she was walking past. (Because, apparently, she didn't know that they would tear her to pieces in a minute if their life depended on it. Pigeons are survivors.)

Okay. Prayer circle for my brain weasels. And for my wipbigbang, which currently lies disassembled on my screen and I'm not sure how to put it together.