Attention Nerdlings

I was writing in my journal last Friday and thought I would record my current "hobbies" for all posterity. Here's the list:

-- knitting
-- scrapbooking (just started this one)
-- reading
-- cooking
-- gardening (in summer)

Good lord! It sounds like the afternoon activities list at the local senior citizen's home, for Christ's sake!

I'm consoling myself through reminders that I'm going shopping for yarn made out of recycled sari silk on Queen West (that's got to count for something), that the scrapbooking project is a gift for someone, that the books I'm reading aren't Agatha Christie or whatever, and the cooking is kick ass, but is it really all for naught? Could I have become an old, boring domestic without my knowing it?

I have a knitting pattern for condom covers. Maybe that'll up the cool factor.