The scissors thing, people use that as a lead line but it's baloney. I take scissors on planes every time I fly, because I knit on the plane. I've never had them question the scissors. Or the knitting needles, for that matter!

They did mistake my earrings (which I had tucked into my carry-on) for hypodermic needles once, which I only figured out when they asked me a few questions about whether I was a diabetic or took other injected drugs.

If you live in an apartment or other housing without gardening access, check out whether your town has public gardening plots for residents in your situation. In Portland these are scattered around the city, usually on the edge of the local park; you can sign up for a plot and plant fruit and vegetables or flowers as you please, for your own use. If your town doesn't have this program, you could start one.

If you just want an excuse to justify not doing anything, any excuse will do.

Of course, this is also one of those TAB privilege problems: people who are temporarily able-bodied have a huge advantage in growing their own food.

Heh, and if you put a good landscape photo behind it, it would be even more convincing.

Amusing to watch some commenters struggle to justify continuing their fat-hating attitudes, grasping at any factor that might not have been taken into account (um, the thin people might have been smokers! Or meth heads! Or the fat people might have good metabolisms!) It can't be that the bmi is flawed, or that maybe a healthy weight is a bit higher than we thought--and a bit higher than a fashionable size.

Eww. Like a pedophile's dream: "Give me baby hands to touch me!"

Those are nice, but my favorites have to be the blown glass ray guns by Jeff Burnette:
http://www.toyraygun.com/glassrayguns.html