I post here a lot. I acknowledge it, but I can't seem to get around it. Awesome stuff just keeps happening to me?I sort of really like jellyfish. A group of jellyfish is called a "bloom"--what's not to like? I also enjoy making things. One classic Freudian defense mechanism is sublimation: take those negative and uncomfortable emotions and channel them into something else. Clean your apartment, for example. Or make handicrafts. It's like Woody Allen plus Martha Stewart. Knitting is good for anxiety and sewing is good for a guilty conscience (you occasionally stab yourself in the fingers, and it's like self-flagellation on a teeny, tiny scale. It's like balance is being restored to the universe). Perhaps my calling in life is some sort of synchronization of Therapy, Feminism, and Handicrafts. I would be okay with that.
I made a prototype of a sock-jellyfish. I am a little bit sad that there isn't an awesome punny name like socktopus (TM) for this one, but I think it'll be okay.
I'm joking about the Freudian bullshit, but there is something cathartic about taking dumb stuff that's laying around and transforming them into a thing that you made. It's a Franken-Jelly-Fish. I'm still working on the name.
