The Nones of March

I know my readership is very small (thank you who come and visit with me), but I've decided to post a plug for my other online project, Stuffedster, anyways. Stuffedster was created with the goal of learning more about the quiet lives being led by the myriad "stuffed" citizens of the world. Stuffedster is also intended to be a place for stuffed animals to cavort and meet. A sampling of Stuffedster posts follows this explanation.

Right now, Stuffedster is confined to a blogger space, but it is my goal to have its very own personal domain finished by the nones of March, 2006 (that's March 7). The new Stuffedster.com site will be set up so everyone can create and maintain their very own accounts and upload their own bios, pics, and links. To celebrate the opening of Stuffedster's own site, there will be a big contest and giveaway event!!!! Information will soon be posted at both Stuffedster locations (like, by this Friday).

BUT, since you are kind enough to come and read my knitting blog, I'll give you the sneak, inside scoop. I'm going to contact some crafters & purchase some items as giveaways to people who create accounts to post their beloved animals. Everyone who posts to Stuffedster before the new site opens will also get a special gift. The winner of the contest will be the most lauded entry (as voted) and it will end on Tax Day, April 15. The winner of the contest will get something super-duper : )

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Name: Socky
Age: 6
Kind: wombat
Home: Philadelphia, PA
Occupation: playing
Obesessions: stripes; synthetic fibers; playing
Dislikes: not being included
Most proud of: his posse
Dreams of: going on a trip
Family: The (archives: Nov.30.2005); Fred (archives: Dec.03.2005); Manbay (Dec.07.2005)

Bio: Socky is a happy-go-lucky American wombat who just wants to have fun all day long. Born to a large litter in Las Vegas, NV, he grew up thinking that everyone likes to play. Socky was adopted into his current family just after he turned two. Socky's not sure why, but The doesn't like him. Like Fred, Socky was banished from the bed. His favorite memory is of visiting the pizza buffet with his parents and The.
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Name: Tofu-san
Age: unknown
Kind: Japanese tofu
Home: Japan
Occupation: being nutritious
Obsessions: miso; soy sauce; bonito; sesame oil; seaweed
Dislikes: deep frying; hot-pots; good appetites
Most proud of: tattoos (they're on either side of his head)
Dreams of: getting back to homeland without being eaten

Bio: Tofu-san is hard to catch in one place. He darts about often because he is afraid of being eaten. He's pictured here, trying to squeeze some empathy out of a Hostess Cupcake. Tofu-san is currently hiding out in the United States. He was able to escape from Taiwan and what would have been his last moments in a night market hot-pot. Tofu-san recently sent an emissary overseas in the hopes that this will help him get back to his own nation, Japan. Little does he know; this agent ended up in Puerto Rico.
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Name: Shmoosh, Pathetic, and No Name
Age: unknown, estimated 4 years
Kind: can't really tell (dangling)
Home: feels pretty much OK everywhere
Occupation: none
Obsessions: hot dogs, car tires, black top, kitchen window sills, melancholy
Dislikes: marshmallows, cat tails (the kind that grow in marshes), pumpkin-shaped containers
Most proud of: being a survivor
Dreams of: being flattened on the road

Bio: His strong will and pleading demeanor saved him from the elements of a southern, college town. Found face down in a busy crosswalk, his Benfactor couldn't pass by without picking him up. The Benefactor's companions responded to this action with a unanimous and resounding, "Eww, what are you doing? You're keeping it? That's gross, oh, and pathetic." His contemplative manner earned him a spot over the sink in the Benefactor's kitchen. When there's a lot of washing up to be done, they take the time to gaze at each other every so often. Sometimes he looks like he's crying, but he's not.