Challenge #02174-E345: Unstoppable Argument vs Unflappable Opposition
Automatic skills, once acquired you can just do them. Touch typing, knitting and my personal favourite the cat owner’s foot sweep and fridge door close manoeuvre. – Knitnan
Muscle memory is an amazing thing. A skill set repetitive enough can wander into the back-brain and just… remain there. Encamped. Ensconced. Set into stone once done often or regularly enough. So much so that the being involved in such thorough learning can employ them whilst employed in another activity. This phenomenon is most noted in the halls of the Ambassadorial Meet, where most cogniscents who have to be there are deep into listening-and-knitting, listening-and-macrame, listening-and-crochet, or, for the advanced classes, listening-and-tatting.
There’s something immensely satisfying about coming out of a forum in which nothing got done but your own half-a-jumper. Well. Immensely more satisfying that walking out where the only thing accomplished was Not Falling Asleep. For the super-advanced classes, though, there is arguing and handcrafts.
The needles never stopped moving in Ambassador Juan'mi’s hands. Though they had stood to address the floor, the needles and thread never stopped. Most people needed to gesture when they argued. Juan'mi did not. “The honourable representative of Greater Deregulation South-Southwest already has his desired experiment in allowing corporations and manufactories to govern themselves. It is called Greater Deregulation South-Southwest. The experiment is already over, ending in resounding failure. Forcing other, more sensible polities to adhere to a failing strategy in order to make the failed experiment feel better is not going to remedy anything. Your local laws still remain an affront to the Cogniscent Rights Committee and their Bill of Rights and Responsibilities.”
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Challenge #01986-E162: Inner Beautification — Steemit
As a child of the depression, Cynthia hated waste. She never got more than she needed in the first place, and did her utmost to make sure it got used to its fullest extent. She’d watch the world change around her from endorsing ‘waste not, want not’ to laughing at her frugal lifestyle to endorsing 'reduce, re-use, and recycle’. Which was basically 'waste not, want not’ in another hat.
And she watched as a group of alleged craftspeople covered a bus shelter in their knitting. Which was very wasteful. So she approached them and asked, “Why are you doing that?”
“We’re getting rid of our SABLE and turning this eyesore into a work of art,” said one of them. “It’s called 'yarn bombing’. It’s the latest thing.”
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For those of you who have been wondering what I was up to when I was forbidden to write for three and a bit weeks…
This is it.
I’ve had this flat-pack dollhouse in my SABLE [Stash Above and Beyond Life Expectancy] for some years [something over eight years FYI]. And I figured that it would at least keep me distracted for my enforced time-out.
Distracted, yes. Calm, no. Happy? HELL no. This is possibly the most INFURIATING hobby I have ever encountered. Why would anyone devote their time and effort to it?
The pieces are all hand-coloured by me with watercolours [I bought three pallettes from the same dollar shop] so in any given dissassembly/reassembly session, my hands were likely to come up RAINBOWS by the time I was done.
It took me three and a half weeks to put together from start to finish. And the bulk of it was done without assistance. Both Mayhem and Chaos helped a little, but none stayed the distance.
I don’t even know what kind of doll this house scales to. Too small for Barbie. Maybe Polly Pocket? IDK.
The trim on the tall, rectangular windows had to be pegged in place with paperclips whilst I waited for the PVA glue to dry.
And yes I know some of the chimneys are wonky. Some of the parts just didn’t fit. At all. Adds to the charm, I think.