Meerkat Three Kings. Apparently the Meerkat Nativity is a bit of an annual tradition. I love these guys:

Is it blasphemous to imagine the 3 magic kings to be exactly like this – adorable, ground-dwelling mammals?
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At last. A gift that everyone wants.

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Update: It’s apparently fixed now.

There’s another site that makes fun of crafts. You may have heard of it – it is called Regretsy.

Yes, I know it is a lot more famous than Craftastrophe (but we were here first, so neener neener).
Yes, I know they have a book.
Yes, I know they donate all their proceeds to charity.

WAIT. They may TRY to donate all of their profits to charity, such as buying presents for children at Christmas, but THANK GOODNESS we have PayPal to stop them!

Go read this post. It is enough to make you want to knit something from cat hair, or to make earrings out of squirrel feet. Or something.

If you want to help them out by sending a few emails to PayPal on their behalf – and on behalf of children who will be without toys at Christmas – it’s no skin off my crafts-making-fun-of-nose. Even if they are more popular.

I present: The Louse, an original work of art.

{Source} Only $8.00. In Living Color.

Yeah, I seem to be on a bit of a Christmas binge.

Shit I started decorating the other day thinking it was December.

Damn stores getting me all confused with their decorations up in September, pretty soon they will erect a permanent Christmas tree in our local mall with Easter Bunny, a witch, a flag for Australia Day and an effigy of me and be all fuck it, all the holidays are covered lets go home.

So this year I was thinking it would be SUPER CUTE if MPS bought me a present for each of the 12 days of Christmas.

Like an ipad and a new car and necklace from Tiffany’s.

And I could like get him a card from Etsy.

Seven swans a swimming

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Six geese a-laying

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Two Turtle Doves

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And a partridge in a pear tree.

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As my dear old grandfather said, “They all looks the same, lovey,” {he had a metric butt tonne of grandkids and often called me Graeme. Ironically we never knew anyone called Graeme}… and it is the thought that counts.

Kelley – who is deeply disturbed by these cards because OMG THEY ARE NOT EVEN IN THE SAME FAMILY! Let alone genus or species… *rocks wildly in the corner wailing about the future of our children if Etsy sellers don’t know their Columbidae from their gawd damn Anatidae*