Saturday was thingy, i made a cushion

Did a furniture haberdashery 101 course at a workshop in the city today. It was...quite fun. A lot more work than I thought it would be, so I wore entirely the wrong clothing. Note to self when taking carpentry 101 in June: wear gardening clothing.

The cushion that we made is suitable for putting on top of a milk crate to sit down on, and will be kind of neat for 'under the back porch' seating. We made it entirely from recycled materials, but you can also buy them brand new if that's your thing. The organisation running the course are big on recycling furniture, fabric, and things, though, and you can scavenge almost all the equipment you need for it, so...

The part that I thought people reading this might be a little interested in was this.

To get to the workshop area, there was a cafe and an art installation. The art installation was kind of...kinbaku. (Shibari? I’m not au fait with the distinction.) As in, ropes and knots and photography of women tied up in the art installation. I don't think it was explicitly meant to be titillating, but there was definitely an element of it. Apparently they do live art with two performers some evenings.

There was a performance that evening, but I didn’t stick around for it, because it was 1pm and I wanted home. But definitely intriguing.

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Looks at the 'epilogue of 8K'.

Welp, I guess other side of infinity is going to have a prologue, 6 chapters, and an epilogue.

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I wore red underpants today. I did not expect it to be prophetic.

why you done gotta make it about race?

Apparently there was a ‘terror scare’ on Melbourne public transport his morning.

A musician with their instrument case in a satchel was doing ‘deep breathing exercises’, caused someone on the train to panic and call the transit cops, and the trains were evacuated – not nicely and calmly, but with people calling their family and friends and telling them they loved them and it was a terrorist attack.

The cops kind of panicked, too, tbh. Shouting at people instead of instructing them, herding people back into the train when they were running off trying to escape the ‘terrorist’. Apparently it was a pretty traumatic morning for some people.

Bet 1. Musician was dark-skinned.
Bet 2. Reporter was white or white-passing.

Oh, and you bet I won't be posting this up on my FB...