A Midnight Knit & A Really Bad Poem

Some people are really good for you: like chamomile is good for a snotty nose; and handwarmers are good for the ...hands....

these handwarmers were a super quick and easy pattern...

    I now have two: one is (kind of poorly) seamed. And the other is blocking..

So. 

To a Drummer Named Dusty

It is Cascade 220,

a heathered

 shade 

that the knitters know--

too well.

And I do not know you

too well.

But if you find

a glove that reaches a bit

a ways above your hand,

but stops short of the second knuckle--

if you find a knitted moss creeping

like a strange vine 

around your thumb:

Please know...

I knit this,

and I knit this well,

but, fuck you, for never

returning the glove because

I knit the moss again,

I knit the vine again,

and I knit it like armor--

I knit it up tightly:

too well.

That's a really bad poem and I know. But it's supposed to be funny. 

Remember how I said some people are really good for you? 

        I have many of those people in

 my life these days: it is good. I appreciate the chamomile people who help me keep my nose free of snot.

           

<-------I wish I had a better picture. The double moss stitch is really cool. I mean, like super-gravy cool. 

Hello, Friend

Yeahhhhhh...I probably have a lot to write about.

     But I'm probably not going to.

Or maybe I will

NaNo sucks: in the sense of words. 

Don't I look perplexed??

NaNo is awesome: in the way of good friends.

J. is seriously the most awesome ML ever, ever, ever. 

 I've only got 33k. Barely 33k. Folks, it's the 20-somethingth. That blows. Because I'm not going to hit 50k. Good news is. I'm not delusional, so I'm not killing myself to hit the big 50. And hey, you know, meeting J and M and K and Mr. K..and all the rest...well. It's been pretty gravy-cool.

That's Mr. K over there, trying to...fix his back. I think. We're not really sure what he's doing. Most times. But whatever, I find it a charming thing of sorts.

That's Mr. K and J. 

--->

I don't like this...I can't get these words to wrap and kern and such as I wish. But What-Ever.

My friends:

 There was yarn. 

There was Knittage. 

There was a little fingerless glove, too!

Then I got drunk. 

Then I gave the little glove to some drummer 

named Dusty.

WHAT?

Mr. K protected me that night. 

That was good.

 But he, nor J, could retrieve the glove.

I puked on me. Worse, I puked on Mr. K. 

That's embarrassing.

       I don't have pictures of any of this to post 

(too bad--that would be most entertaining, now wouldn't it?)

So I've begun again.

And the yarn-yard-sale? Yes, La-La--it went well. I gave tons of yarn away. Pretty much. By the end. But that's okay. It's gone, done...

See. I realize now: I'm a compulsive buyer.

     But I'm also a yarn snob.

I buy cheap yarn compulsively.

    But later, I snobbishly dismiss it.

Because it's cheap.

                Eh.

Nothing Much

So I'm selling a bunch of yarn out of my garage because that's what people do at garage sales. 

Actually, people don't typically sell yarn at garage sales. That's what I do.

And I have a TON of yarn, I tell you. I took pictures. But I have yet to put them on here. But I'll show you. You will be astounded.

I was astounded.

It is mostly yarny-horror, not yarny-goodness, but some people are compulsive yarn buyers, like me. And that's a good thing, because one man's junk is another man's treasure.

Or shall I say: one knitter's orphan is another knitter's stash enhancer.

Hello Again, NaNoWriMo!

I am such a silly-head. 

No, really, I am.

So...Apparently I was struck with...some kind of....I don't know....12 hour flu? I had a fever of 100 or so, I felt like excrement, and I obviously wasn't thinking straight. I thought for SURE I was going to have the flu.

No, no flu. Just exhaustion, I think. And in the exhaustion--yeah, I became absolutely, positively pissy about everything.

Now, you must understand, I am typically...eh...not too pessimistic. Yesterday? I was a bitch. Plain and simple: B-I-T-C-H

But now I think I'm better. I'm sorry to all who had to listen to me whine....I can't...I can't....really, I can't.

I can.

And I will.

I'm stubborn and competitive and possess all those other traits that have generally annoyed men for the past...um...thousand+ years.

So: daily goals:

1. Finish L384 rough draft.
2. A215  assignment [place a little spiffy check mark here, because I finished it earlier today.]  

And there are other things, too. But those are most important at this point. I also must:

• Read Aidoo's _Changes..._
• Get to 15, 500 words with NaNo (yes, yes I must!)
• Accomplish a bit of knitting. 
• At least think of a topic for the upcoming L383 paper.

I bid thee farewell

Ta-Ta For Now

No! Not you, dear reader. Just ta-ta to NaNoWriMo. 

Never mind the thing of grades, I pick sanity over a stellar GPA at this point.

No pictures. Nothing of interest.

I had horrible NaNo Nightmares last night. Seriously.

The Myster Shawl 4...

This really pretty Malabrigo isn't the subject of my post. It's just pretty. It's the stuff of the purse I'm making. I stumbled across the picture and though, *sigh*, I like this yarn. So I'm cyber-sharing: Malabrigo's kettle-dyed colorway: Azalea. 

Knitters who might happen upon this post may say, "MS4, that is sooo last month." Or maybe even 2 months ago. Whichever. I gave up because classes were kicking my arse. I began using J. Knits Lace-a-Licious (a name that now gags me in part because of the really annoying guy on the last season of Project Runway. Anyone as much a geek as I am? No hands? Okay...)

Well, anyway, I didn't like Lace-a-Licious so much. It was kind of pretty. But damn, it was like knitting with a spider's web-stuff. I don't think it technically counts 

as cobweb lace...but I'm just not that talented. So...I ordered this really pretty colorway from Knitpicks. It's gray. Sterling, I think it's called. Makes me think of pewter, really, but whatever...

And I got these really pretty pink beads that look so super awesome with the gray-blue yarn.

But then I dropped all the beads. 

I don't have any pictures. But beads aren't as fun to look at, anyay.

And I proceeded to pick up as many as I could. But I dropped them into carpet. 

Yeah. 

It sucked.

So, needless to say, I put it all on hold. I'm posting pictures of both yarns. You'll agree, the gray is nicer, I think. I will post a picture of progress when more has been made. After NaNoWriMo is over, I will resume the lace. Or perhaps I shouldn't resume until finals are over...we'll see. But I will finish it. Eventually. I'm not thrilled about grafting the whole thing together. But that's okay. Perhaps J can help there.

Yesterday and Today are the Same?

I feel guilty. I should be writing a novel. Or finish that dumb baby-bunting that I'm knitting for J&J's soon-to-be rugrat. 

But I am not.

No, I am writing for the second time today. I seriously thought that was yesterday. I took a very long nap this afternoon.

I quit smoking today, folks. I used to be the worst friggin' chain-smoker in the world, but then I quit. I love Chantix for that--but then I fell off the proverbial wagon. At least I never went back to 1 and a 1/2 packs a day, right? That's what I tell myself. So...

 

24 hours in counting, sans nicotine. And I'm not really grouchy. No grouchier than usual, I guess.

Well. I think I was going to say something else. But I don't remember now. 

And so on...

It's 6.22 a.m. 

Never mind what my post-time tag says.

If it's different, it's because I've not figured out how to change the time zone correctly.

Now: In Bigger, Better, WriMo news:

    I wrote a whopping 0 words yesterday. Yes, that's right folks, Zero words. I mean, for NaNoWriMo.......If 

writing about other people's books, well then, I probably wrote at least 1,000. Probably more. I'm glad this is my last semester of undergrad. I mean, really. Really.

Oh, yeah, did you hear that Barack Obama is the new president? Yes, yes, I'm sure you did. As someone said recently, the country is in the proverbial shitter. I like the terminology. I mean, despite the obvious crude nature, "shitter" has a certain quality of conveying a precise image. Don't you think?

Well...the past years have been hellish; I was so busy dealing with my own life, to be quite honest I didn't have time to completely notice the devastating state of the rest of the world. That is, I'm sure, because I was younger. And because things really were that bad: seriously. 

In other "political" news: my cousin comes home from Iraq this month. She's excited. I'm excited. It's good. She misses snow and she misses grass. Yes, it is political. Political on the personal level: I t

hink we sometimes forget that politics are not just about "them" and "over there"--it's "us" and "here," too. 

Honestly, though, I must say that people

are more aware. More aware than I am, I'm sure.

I have to say, good job, 20-somethin's. I mean,

we're known as the lazy bums cruising through college,

or crashing with our parents after we graduate from college.

Or whatever.

But, seriously, I really think we stepped up in this election.

We have brains.

We used them: and we made a difference.

she's coming home!

So, to anyone who received an "I Voted" sticker--you're a peach, and I mean it, Peaches. 

Procrastinationism

I have made procrastination into a noun. Really now, how many of us ascribe to this little god of destructive behavior? We don't mean to...it just happens. The art of procrastination is very intricate, very tricky to master. I am, I think, the Pope of Procrastinationism. 

ANYwho:

I began knitting my little carpet bag: this really cool one that's, like, neat colors. Can't describe it, just look at it, then:

I took this with my phone, so it's not exactly awesome. But you get the idea. It's pretty.

   And I've decided to make it a little zip-top accessory pouch because I simply don't have the time, patience or want to make the friggin humongo bag--though it is pretty cool.

I'm nearly to 8000 words. 

10000 was my original goal.

Oh well.

I'll settle.

In other news: uh. I guess there is no other news.  Mostly I'm procrastinating: I realy don't want to write academic papers anymore.