October 25, 2005

Every once in a while, when I start thinking there’s no hope for humanity–this happens about every four seconds–I come across something like Dawn of the Knitted Dead and realize that there might in fact be a glimmer of the thing with feathers somewhere on earth.


(Thanks to her for the link.)

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11 Responses to Every once in a while,

  1. Logan says:

    Oh, bless Sir Edwin Pegasus.

    Even a zombie Armageddon can be fun.

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  2. birdfarm says:

    Y’know, I felt the same way on seeing this.

    Even though wars are raging and the climate is going to hell and jobs are getting more precarious and more pointless and people have to work more and more just to make ends meet… still in their spare time…they manage to be creative and unique and delightful in unexpected ways.

    Flickr makes me feel the same way.

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  3. sam says:

    You lost me with the reference to “the thing with feathers somewhere on earth”; I know it’s not bird flu…

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  4. Logan: Even a zombie Armaggedon? What’s more fun than that?

    birdfarm: I was really just thinking about knitted blood, but you’re right too.

    sam: See “Hope Is the Thing With Feathers,” by Emily Dickinson, here.

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  5. Logan says:

    More fun would be an Armageddon with zombies who all speak their own zombie language.

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  6. Logan: I agree. And of course I will/did.

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  7. Jeffrey says:

    This is, of course, fabulous. I think you should go one better and, for your next knitting project, do Buffy the Knitted Vampire Slayer: Once More with Feeling.

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  8. Mush says:

    I believe this might be the happiest I’ve ever been after reading a blog post.

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  9. Ruby says:

    Hey!!!!!

    I DID NOT give the permission to knit a replica of myself. I demand you take the pictures down from your blog or I will sue you.

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  10. sep says:

    you’re welcome! 🙂 I’d really like to see the knitted blood, actually.

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  11. Tim says:

    That perches in the soul

    And sings the tune

    Without the words

    And never stops at all

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