Sunday, August 31, 2008

5 of 6

Hat number 5 of 6 is done in my mess o'hats for the B6 Clan for Christmas when they'll find themselves living in Colorado around Denver.

If you're just tuning in for the first time, my Younger Brother has been stationed at a base in North Carolina for geeze, a long time now. Long enough where I don't think his family of 6 have many winter-clothes.

As soon as I heard he had orders to PCS to Colorado around Denver (maybe they'll make him live in Denver, but Denver-proper isn't really a family-friendly city, there are plenty of nice suburbs in very close proximity that I'm sure they'll end up in), I set out to knit everyone in his family a hat for Christmas.

Now I KNOW his wife reads this blog, so I can't show you hat number 5 of 6. (And yes, I'm aware that she will probably read this and know she's getting a hat. As such she'll be getting an extra little somethin' somethin' for Xmas from me so she's not completely jacked of the Christmas-surprise experience.)

However, if you're plugged in to the Place That Shall Not Be Named, you may see it here.

I hate it when other bloggers do that shit--thus excluding anyone who isn't plugged in to TPTSNBN--but it does come in handy for hiding Christmas presents and still being able to blog about them! Muhahahahaha! Mom, B-dawg, and T., I'll email you guys pictures!

This is a brand-new pattern out of the Fall 2008 Vogue Knits. It was very easy and nice to knit. It was a great way to use up some beautiful yarn I had in my stash.

Now onto hat number 6--the final hat!!!


Saturday, August 30, 2008

Meat Puppet or Messiah?

The forget-me-not in my sock finally bloomed!


Forget me nots are also the official state flower of Alaska. A state celebrating 50 years of being just that this year.

Which brings me to my promised "in depth" discussion about McCane's (I've decided to call him this in all fairness to me calling Barack Obama "Oboner"--thank you Daily Show--as a designation of his advancing age. Cane-old men usually use them-get it? Yes, I couldn't think of anything more clever.) vice presidential pick.

I'll discuss it now early-on because seriously, she's just a VP. In a week, she'll be old news.

Hm. Where to start?

Keep in mind these are my views, and no matter what you say, you're really not going to change my mind. Nor am I going to change yours.

And my apologies in advance for the extremely loooong nature of this. Now that I've got a paid Flickr account, I can view the 115 pages of photos I have in there. I've sprinkled some in here to keep with the hooray America feel and to make your reading a little less tedious.

Does she sway my fence-walking vote?


Why not?

Because I wouldn't have elected her governor and I still don't think she's who I would choose to represent me.

Tell me more about her--what do you think?

Now keep in mind, I haven't lived in Alaska since December 31, 1999.

But Dr. Mad Scientist and I still have parents and many siblings up there. We also both read religiously the Anchorage Daily News online every day. (But I also read the Lansing State Journal, and he reads the Rocky Mountain News--the joys of living a nomadic lifestyle!). I get to hear mom bitch about political shit going down during our Sunday afternoon phone calls when I'm able to pry the phone away from Chunky so I can talk.

I feel like I have a one-up on the Average Lower 48er though in that I've followed Palin's story since she was in Wasilla. And honestly, her nomination didn't really surprise me--she's been on the VP speculation list for ages. I'm more surprised she made it to the top of the list.

I didn't really dig her when she was doing her thing in Wasilla--but I really didn't pay much attention back then because I lived in Palmer--about 10 miles from Wasilla. She came to be mayor of Wasilla right about the time I was starting my nomadic new life as Mrs. Dr. Mad Scientist.

I remember shushing Chunky on Babcock Avenue driving in Texas while NPR was giving the results of the last Alaskan gubenatorial primary so I could cackle when I heard how she defeated that old toad Frank Murkowski.

She did quite a bit to clean up the mess that fucknut created.

For those who don't know Alaska politics, it's a very Republican state. Murkowski, Don Young and the now-infamous Ted Stevens were the Republican Triad that ruled the House and Senate seats.

Murkowski after becoming Governor, appointed his daughter, Lisa, to his US Senate seat. And that's just the tip of the slimy global-warming iceberg. The man was a douche.

And she cleaned that up--for the most part.

But she's no saint. She's got her own hometown problems involving her sister and her ex husband and blah blah, the media's already covered it. I have a hard time following it--I used to have to draw myself diagrams with various custody cases at work back in Michigan when things got sticky. I probably need a diagram for this issue too.

But I give her props for having the balls to challenge one of the old-school Alaskan political figureheads.

Maybe it was a case of the right timing though and anyone could have done it. Who knows?

Statue of Lib
God Bless Legos!

Did you ever think she was just appointed to give the campaign a pretty face! She's a meat puppet!

Well, this is an argument that you can't win. As a woman you're either too pretty or too manly and not womanly enough. Your fucked if you do, fucked if you don't.

Yeah I agree it's a little disturbing she was Miss Wasilla/Alaska, but whatever. If you're going to hold that against her, lets start finding manly flaws with Oboner and McCane.

And of course she's a pretty face.

Either I'm getting more cynical in my old age, or this year has been extremely hype-a-licious to me compared to other campaigns. Oboner is being shoved down my throat everywhere I turn.

At least if McCane's going to be shoved down my throat too at least it will be pretty. Those McCane chipmunk cheeks are hard to swallow.

She scares me! She's pro-life!!! (ETA: My bad! That was a typo!)

Oye. Was it Mags that brought up this point--Why is it we only hear about abortion during election time? (Maybe someone can bring up a good example of when that wasn't true and it seriously looked like maybe the tide would change...I'm OK with retracting and eating crow.)

Democrats use abortion rights to scare people and Republicans use it to woo people.

I've been alive since 1978. That's 30 years.

Roe v. Wade was 1973.

In the 30 years I've been alive we've had the following regimes:

Carter (I was only alive for the last half of his term)
Reagan 1
Reagan 2
Bush (the Elder)
Clinton 1
Clinton 2
Bush 1 (the Younger)
Bush 2 (the Younger)

That's 2.5 Democratic terms and 5--twice as many Republican terms.

Now I don't know the congressional majority/minority make ups of all those terms, but what I'm saying is, in my short lifetime, I've always had the right to choose whether I'll bear a child to birth.

Granted I've been lucky to have been born into such an era and I really can't imagine having to sneak around to do something illegal like abort a baby (regardless of the fact that I personally would never abort a child--but I'm not going to hold it against someone if they do make that decision for themselves), but after 20 years of varying degrees of pro-lifers in the White House and abortion has yet to be outlawed.

I'm not saying it can't happen--but I think there are more important issues this country needs to address right now.

What the hell does a picture of a dead mouse have to do with the Presidential race? I think you need to ask yourself what doesn't a dead mouse have to do with the Presidential race?!

I don't think any woman should be campaigning when she's got a 4 month old!!

And some who say this (to cover their bases and not appear sexist) will say: "I would say the same thing if it was a man."

Hmmm....but it was OK for JFK to campaign while Jackie O. was pregnant? JFK, Jr. was born two weeks after his daddy was elected. Is it really right to campaign when your wife is pregnant and caring for a not even 3 year old (Caroline)?

Here's where I start to feel sorry for her. I've already seen people criticize her decision to skip her maternity leave to go back to work.

This is the paradox of being a woman. You're damned if you do, damned if you don't.

You can put your career on hold or defer it to raise your kids--and find it harder to reenter the workforce and/or be seriously considered for jobs. Lord help you if you've chosen to stay home raising your children and something happens to your husband.

Or you can be a working mom who is torn between having to provide for her family/keep your foot in the work-door and raise your child and be criticized as being selfish and unloving because you put your job before your kids or that you had kids before you could afford not to work and take care of them.

But when you get down to it--each are valid choices for the women who make them.

When people make this point about Palin I feel it's the Mommy Wars rearing its ugly head.

Let's not forget she has a husband staying at home with the kids. It's not like she's Britney Spears and has a team of handlers raising her children for her.

She hid her pregnancy until she was 7 months pregnant. I can't help but wonder if that was to minimize having to listen to people speculate about a pregnant woman governing a state a few less months? (And props to her--she might have a second career as a watermelon smuggler if this VP thing doesn't work out! Seven months--after four other kids? That's impressive!)

And as a funny aside, she went into labor with that child while at a Republican Governors Convention. Thank the lord she made it back to have her baby on Alaskan soil.

And oh holy shit, don't get me started on the whole invented scandal "that's her 16 year old daughter's baby--not her's" that's starting to float around. Have you lived in Alaska? It's like living in a small town where nothing is sacred. If that story is true--kudos to the woman for keeping it quiet for that long. And congratulations to her for joining the Boy's Club of lying to cover up sexual indiscretion that both the Republicans and Democrats have members in.

But she wants to drill ANWR!

Ok, I will admit. I'm against drilling in ANWR. I have always said Alaska needs to hold onto this asset as long as possible--not so much for an environmental slant. I sincerely think if Alaska ever did get enough crazies up there, they could secede and it would be nice to have some income. Ha ha!

However, if it does end up being drilled--I like the idea of an Alaskan having a hand in it. The idea of outsiders determining it should be done and doing it makes me sick.

Dude, she's got no experience!

Yeah so? I will admit, one of my first major bones of contention with Oboner was this point.

But that was early in his campaign, I've gotten over it. (Hell, what kind of real experience did El Jorge have?) My focus has shifted from that to what he's saying. Some of the things I bristle immediately at. Clean coal technology? Hmmmm....

However, I can't judge what he's saying though without laying the same criticism on McCane.

They're both going to promise us the world and lollipops and candycanes. They're politicians trying to be elected--it's what they do.

I would love if someone said: Look, this is going to keep sucking for a few years while we get this economy shit sorted out, please have some faith that we're going to get through it for the better. Here's what I want to do and how I plan to do it....

So if you're going to play the experience card on one side--you have to play it on the other side or give it up all together.

But she's got no foreign experience!

Hm. Somewhat.

But I gotta say, how many other states abut Canada, are within walking distance to Russia (for a few months out of the year) and Japan is just a quick plane ride away? Alaska is constantly dealing with other countries.


Damnit, we need CHANGE in the White House! McCane will just be a rerun of Bush!

That's very well possible.

And honestly the only part of Bush Redux that bothers me is the Iraq war. I will admit, I am happy that Palin and McCain have kiddies going to or have served in Iraq. Not that I wish anything bad upon them, but I think it gives a sliver of perspective to them on how the Average American Military Mom/Dad/Spouse/Sibling could feel having their kid/wife/husband/sister/brother over there.

But it's also possible that things won't happen the way we want them to in Iraq (and with other things too) with Oboner in office either.

I thought for sure with a majority Democratic congress taking control that they would have accomplished more with the war than they have.

But it's a sticky situation. I think we should pull out definitely, but that's a big production to just pack up onto the circus train overnight.

Goddamn, all this boring politics-talk. We need more pictures--who can resist cake?

Aw, McCane just picked her to troll for the disgruntled Hillary vote.

Well, duh! I can't deny this. Yes there are idiots out there that might vote for her because she's a woman and no other reason. But I've also heard interviews on the street with people that are voting for Oboner because he's black. Again, it goes both ways. Idiocy knows know party lines.

I think he picked her more as a strategic move. Obama had a pretty heavy "making history" card in his deck being the first black man to be nominated by a party for president. McCane flipped it--while the Female VP thing has been done before--he did a good job leveling the "making history" upper hand that I feel Oboner had.

But there's a lot of other perks to her too. She's not a Washington insider, she's the Republican version of hip, and she doesn't come with too much baggage because she hasn't been around too long.

If I was Oboner, I'd be a little miffed that McCane cramped my style in picking a VP that made up for all of my weaknesses. But last time I checked, you picked VPs that made up for your weaknesses and were the yin to your yang.

So who am I going to vote for?

I'm not sure. I've still got 'til November 4 to figure it out. I will say I'm not looking forward to the massive generalities being made about Alaska that simply aren't true. But I guess I've made my cracks about Texass and Jersey. Hee hee! But they weren't with the vitrol some of the jackasses I've see.

I'm still not feeling the love for Oboner--nor for McCane.

However I am still happy McCane picked Palin.

Because if the person I do end up voting for doesn't win, and McCane does--it softens the blow of having to deal with an Old White Guy/Old White Guy ticket winning.

And for the record, I would like to state that I have sported the:

(photo courtesty of Alaska Girls Clothing)

sticker in my back car window (after the Texans stole my first one on my bumper) waaaay before this election season!!

So what do you think? I'm interested in what the Average Lower 48er has to say (and Mom, you can comment too!). You guys are smarter than most of the other comments I've read on this pick (either in favor or against) so let 'er rip!

I will admit the Alaska-bashing at work has been pretty intense with this pick. But it's fun to watch people get all embarrassed when they learn they're bashing my homeland.

And many non-political posts to come (three in a row is pretty yawnarific)! Another FO! A K.A.Y.E. Winner! Labor Day happenings! School starting! A big announcement!


Friday, August 29, 2008

Oh Boy.

Things just got very interesting.

I'm not sure how I feel about this.

I think Dr. Mad Scientist summed it up well (we've been discussing this update all morning via email) when he said:

"Crap, I'm going to feel dirty if I vote Republican... "

All politics aside, I am awfully fucking proud of a Mat-Valley girl (Wasilla is right next to Palmer) making good. Even if she sports a mean head of Jersey-Girl hair and is an ex-beauty queen. Ha ha!

Stay tuned, you know I'll have a bigger more in-depth blog post about this--ha ha!


Thursday, August 28, 2008


I'm failing to see what's so freaking exciting about Barack Oboner's speech tonight.

I'm already upset he moved it to Invesco at Mile High, but I'm guardedly optimistic that I'm upset about nothing.

And now I find out that the crowd he's hoping to draw, really isn't historic. He'll have a few more people to draw in to break that record. I guess I'll wait and see.

I owe more to FDR anyway. Without FDR, my hometown would have been a lot different.

I'm on the fence about voting for him, but if on Sunday anyone gets gassed, he loses my tentative vote once and for all for being a catalyst in that gassing.

I'll explain more if indeed the convention-weary Denver PD decides to get mace-happy on Sunday night.


Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Loose Ends & Mail Call

Why is it in two weeks WITH the internet, I felt like I didn't have anything to blog about, then when your computer eats it and you're too stupid to plug in the internet for two weeks--all of a sudden I've got a crapload of stuff to blog about?

First up--questions.

1. The cat hair yarn--was it mixed with anything or spun straight up?

The answer? It's 100% pure Squeaky.


There are some coarser white hairs in there that could have probably been plucked out if I was a dedicated spinner (or nut in this case). But overall it's not too rough.

2. What will I make with it?

Yeah, um, I don't know. It's cat yarn!

3. What is your email address?

I'm assuming this is in response to the K.A.Y.E. contest. My email and the rules can be found on the "How" portion of that post I just linked.

Ok, moving on to all the lovelies I received in the mail in two weeks.

First up was a beautiful skein of Noro that I swapped (another skein of Noro I had) with Discoknits.


Good lord, that's a crappy picture! She also included a very cute stamp too.

Next up, Stitchcounter sent me this lovely roving (Yarn Ahoy! in "Oasis") for donating to her Leukemia run.


She ran the Mayor's Midnight Sun Marathon in Anchorage raising funds for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. How could I not donate to this? Hee hee, is it bad that I've got more of a place in my heart for the Marathon? Dr. Mad Scientist in his youth ran that marathon. Mmmm...he was quite the sexy muscley nerd back when he was a runner in high school Ha ha!

And finally a mystery mitten package came to me with no note:


There was Cascade, some handspun, some small bits of roving (great for thrums!) and "Favorite Mittens" (and some assorted edible goodies that didn't make the photoshoot!).

There was no note, but the person who sent me this was Jody G. in Sacramento. I feel like a putz because I don't know people's "real" names on the internets!!!! So whoever you are Jody G., thank you!

Oddly enough, as much as I really don't dig colorwork (I'd look like a doofus in a fair isle sweater or like a wannabe sex kitten in one of those vampy Eunie Jang low cut skin tight steek-o-rama colorwork vests), I've had the weird yearn to try some lately. Mittens might be just the trick to sating that urge!

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Spawn, Take 2

So remember when I blogged that my Younger Younger Brother's wife was expecting a kid in January?

And I knit their unisexual baby a German Tulip Sweater?

And do you remember when I went to Maryland Sheep and Wool and bought a bunch of Koigu at Rosie's Yarn Cellar?

And remember when I mentioned that Dr. Mad Scientist's brother's wife was also expecting a baby (the sequel to their Spawn* daughter whom I knit a sweater for last year when she was born)?

Well as much as I bite my tongue about their ideas of parenting and functioning as members of society in general (oooohhhh, it's killing me not to go on a tangental rant right now...but ranting won't do anything productive and it's not my place to cast stones...) I knit their baby boy to be (this October) a sweater as well.

Pardon the lack of blocking.

Pattern: Tulips Baby Cardigan by Dream in Color

Yarn: Koigu mill ends (colors unknown, and they just number them anyway, yawn!)

Needles: US 3 and 2

Notes: When I saw the mill ends of Koigu at Rosie's I knew they would be perfect for this sweater since it gets expensive buying lots of yarn only to use them for a few rows in each color. But ahem, I won't tell you how much this baby sweater cost me to knit. While it was cheap to buy Koigu mill ends at 15 cents an ounce--it adds up quick!

The pattern starts at the smallest size of 6 to 9 mos. (the size I knit the German Tulips Sweater). I thought about swatching and doing some math to account for the vast difference between sock weight yarn and worsted weight, but I decided instead to just go for it.

The gamble (who am I kidding--my laziness to do math and swatch) paid off. Yes, this sweater is MUCH smaller than the 6-9 mo. worsted weight sweater. However, it will fit a 0-3 mo. baby perfectly.

Oh, I also didn't do the sleeve decreases. It's a baby sweater--does anything fit their weird body shapes all that well?

I gotta say, I love this pattern. I might use it as a basis for a big-boy version of a sweater for Chunky except with a button-band.

Here's a better version of the colors:


I also find it quite hilarious that my first Tulips was made from the lowliest of low Red Heart and this one from the highly coveted Koigu!

As per this difference--I'm posting these to The Place That Shall Not Be Named. Normally I don't like to add more white noise to over-knit patterns, but scrolling through the Tulips on there, as much as I do love the kit-yarn that this sweater is often made with, I think more beyond-the-kit colors and yarns need to be represented.

Stay tuned, I'm about to finish hat number 5 of 6 for the B6 Clan!

*Despite the Spawn monniker, their daughter is quite the cutie, but I needed a blog name!


Monday, August 25, 2008


Prize yarn time!

Prize for what? Prize for K.A.Y.E. of course!

It's a mainstream yarn trying to capture the fascination with hand dyeing.



I haven't done a sock yarn in a while, so why not?

Zknitter also recently donated this lovely to the prize patrol (i.e. the big end-of-the-year mini-stash for one lucky person).


Thanks Z!!!

There's still time to get your entry for August in! Just read the rules and if you qualify, email me. At the end of the month, I'll draw a winner. Easy enough!


Sunday, August 24, 2008

More Knitting Soon

I promise!

But I'm still coming down off of my football fever!

If you've been reading a while you'll remember my boss gave us 3 tickets last year to see the MN Vikings v. NY Jets pre season game from his season tickets that he couldn't use.

This weekend he's dropping his first born off at college (UVA--home of some very considerate sportsmanlike college football fans according to Dr. Mad Scientist). So he offered me his season tickets to see the NY Giants play the Jets (preseason)!

How freaking exciting! The defending Superbowl champs and Brett-the-(second*)-Jet in action! How could I turn those down!


If you look closely here you can see Brett Fav Ruh (#4) on the field during one of the first Jets' drives of the game.

And in all fairness--I also took a picture of Eli Manning (#10) of the Giants.


It was a very interesting game.

At the end of the first half the score was:


0 to 0!!!

I know it's preseason, buy holy lord, when did the Jets get a Defense and when did the Giants lose their offense? Yikes!

The second quarter they benched the starters (preseason after all, why risk the injuries?). And the second stringers--despite MANY flags (3 false starts and 2 illegal formation calls in one freakin' play) finally got over their stage fright and the Jets beat the Giants 10 to 7.

Of course we left in the middle of the 4th quarter to beat the traffic so we missed the winning Jet's touchdown. Ah well.

We had a lot of fun.


And did you remember that I said my boss gave me four tickets? And can you count that there's only three people in my family? That left me with an extra ticket. So I invited the one and only Chris. She's a Giants fan, but at the Meadowlands where the crowd usually has at least a 5% mix of people sporting Giants jerseys regardless of whether the Giants are playing or not, I knew she'd be OK rooting for the "away" team.


Now I promise some yarn and knitting this upcoming week. Just in time for the Colorado State v. Colorado season opener on Sunday!! Right after Denver recovers from Barack O'Boner Fest 2008.

*Brett Favre is actually the SECOND Brett-the-Jet--there's Brett Ratliff #5 who plays at QB and who I believe was playing when the Jets scored the game winning touchdown.


Friday, August 22, 2008

Idiots Love Idiots

My public apologies to Comcast (although one would think they'd have idiots like us calling them and would ask a simple question about our connectivity).

It was our fault the modem died.

When Dr. Mad Scientist unhooked the old hard drive and hooked up the new one--he unplugged the modem with it. Dumbass.

So when I tried to connect to the internet, my connection was extremely spotty the first night and kept going in and out on me.

The next morning after dealing with Tech Support, the modem was completely dead (no power whatsoever).

I called them on Tuesday to schedule a repair. Friday was the earliest either I or Dr. Mad Scientist could be home to receive Mr. Comcast Repairman.

They gave me a window of 9-11 a.m. that they'd be here. 9:00 a.m. rolled around, I looked out the window and Mr. Comcast rolled up in his van.

He comes up, sits down on my funky unvacuumed floor, and asks:

"Where's the power cord?"

Me: "Are you fucking kidding me???"

I rummage around in the detrius cast off by Dr. Mad Scientist when he was installing the new hard drive and lo and behold, there was the power cord to the modem.


So yeah, two weeks without the internet more or less. One week was entirely Dr. Mad Scientist's fault (the virus/trojan) and one was partially my fault.

I assumed that because it was getting power that night it was spotty, it was plugged in.

Ends up each modem has a backup battery. That's why it was still working without a powercord. Dumbass.

But hey, we're connected for real now and I installed my camera software!

So I'll leave you with something I spun during my two week internet vacation:


What kind of fiber is it?

I'll give you a hint: Meow.

See what happens when I'm unplugged and left to my own devices???

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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

I spoke too soon.

I spent all night with the idiots at Comcast trying to figure out why I couldn't connect to the internet more than 10 minutes at a time.

They're of the camp that if it shows its connected on their side, well then, it must be working OK. Oh well, yes, of course. Can you hear my eyes rolling over the phone Mr. and Ms. Comcast "Technical" Support person?

I loved the part where they told me there's a phone outtage in my area. Really? Then how is it I'm calling you FROM MY PHONE? Oh yeah whatever master program showing you connectivity of all devices on your end is obviously correct and infallible.

Now our modem is completely dead. No power, no phone, no nothing. And I can't load my camera onto the computer because the software that came with the camera is pre-Vista. Which wouldn't be a problem if I could go online and download the software that is compatible with Vista.

So I guess I have to wait til the weekend to be around for a dumbass tech person to attempt to figure out what's wrong and replace our modem.


Monday, August 18, 2008

I'm Back Baby!

Rest In Peace dearest Dell Computer.

It was time. The Trojan combined with Dr. Mad Scientist's "help" sealed the deal for the Dell.

Dr. Mad Scientist's idea of helping the computer was the equivalent to giving a carton of cigarettes to a lung cancer patient.

The fact we couldn't even get the Dell to even start in safe mode to install the anti-venom that was the Trojan (AntiVirusXP 2008 if you're curious--and a big shout out to Cooknknit's hubby for sending us the link to said anti-venom. Part of the joy of that Trojan was it blocked out any references to said anti-venom if you were able to get online and research it. And yes, I'm highly convinced it was some European teenage punk since it changed all the display time to "military" time. ) combined with another fact that I'll blog about soon hopefully meant I was willing to break down and buy a new computer.

It's an HP this time (we figured we'd maybe keep some of the good people of Fort Collins, Colorado working). And it's got one of those flat screens---oooo!!! So high tech!!!

And it's got a CD writer so I can burn all the pictures that don't make it to Flickr onto CD.

Now I just need to resolve some connectivity issues with Comcast. My connection with this new computer seems to be spotty. Why the hell that would be, I don't know.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008


I normally don’t blog from work, but Dr. Mad Scientist managed to infect our computer last night with a lovely little malicious Trojan.

Right now some punk ass kid in their mother’s basement better watch his back if I ever find him or her for creating this thing. It completely overwhelmed our anti-virus program.

Dr. MS is going to try to fix it but I’m figuring we’ll probably have to call in the professionals on this one.

I’ll get a lot of knitting done I guess and maybe I’ll watch some of the Olympics since that’s all that’s on TV.

On that topic--does anyone wonder why when a track and field star or a bicyclist break lots of records in their respective events or hell--some fat slob baseball player hits a bunch of homeruns the talk turns to doping? Why does that not apply to swimmers?

Hooray for you if you truly are some sub-aquatic human that can break all those records, but I think if we’re going to start rumors of doping, we need to include the non-terrestrial athletes as well.

So with that mild rant I’ll end this to return hopefully someday when our computer is bug-free.

Stay tuned, I have purchased the August K.A.Y.E. yarn and had planned to highlight it this week.

Monday, August 11, 2008

4 of 6

First up, thanks for your comments on the RH Tulip sweater.

I guess I'm feeling bad, YYB's wife is a nice girl, and I think we all have certainly have met those people that don't appreciate the handknit I should be nicer. I think that recycled name thing just hit me and my hormonal self wrong.

But onward and upward!

Hat number 4 for the B6 Clan is done! The B6 Clan was founded by my Younger Brother (older than my Younger Younger Brother) and his wife.

Hat number 4 is for the eldest B6 kid. I believe he's a low-number teenager. (Mrs. B6 will have to back me up/call me out on this.) So I had to go with something a teenaged dude might like.

I'm hoping he has the same dorky style I have. Because this is one cool hat.


Yes, I realize it's a white hat and on a very white person, it looks, well, pretty damn lame.

But Eldest B6 inherited his mom's complexion which is more San Diegian Sunny than Alaskan Pasty White.

But what makes this hat "cool?"

It folds down to this:


Ha ha! Now that will be warm in Colorado!!!

The details:

Pattern: Jackyll & Hide from Fall Knitty 2007.

Yarn: Vanna's Choice in white.

Needles: US 7

Notes: I loved making this. It was relatively quick--although it longer than the other hats I'm making for the B6 Clan as it's basically a ski mask. And I don't care what people say about Vanna's Choice. I love that crap! Cheap, soft, and washable. It will never replace my TLC Cotton Plus as Best Cheap Yarn Ever, but it's certainly in the top 10.

Only two more hats to go!

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Sunday, August 10, 2008


My Younger Younger Brother and his wife are expecting a baby in January.

Although they are not going to find out the sex (even though they have ultrasounds every month--and I'm convinced they're going to see boy or girl parts by accident one day), I knit them a baby sweater.

YYB's wife is German. Real German. Not that stupid "My Great Great Grandmother's Cousin's dog was 50% German" you hear people talk about who have been in the U.S. a while.

She's got German pride as much as I have Alaskan pride. And she absolutely HATES Alaska (where they're living right now).

Despite this and her mildly insulting edict that when they name their kid they will be coming up with a new name because "They recycle glass, batteries and paper--not names," (my name, Dr. Mad Scientist's name and Chunky's names are all "recycled") I knit them a baby sweater.

And finally, despite the fact I knit her a scarf two years ago for Christmas that she doesn't wear because it's allegedly "too itchy," I knit them a baby sweater.

And it's a bandwagony sweater.


It's the Dream In Color Tulip Baby Sweater.

I knit it in the German flag colors. I'm sure they'll have a girl and this will get tossed away never to be worn.

But it doesn't matter, because where I come from--we recycle names and we don't waste good yarn on people who complain it's "too scratchy." It's made of Red Heart. No loss if it ends up as a dust rag.

Honestly I was shooting for Vanna's Choice or Wool Ease, but Red Heart had the best colors.

The details:

Pattern: Dream in Color Tulip Baby Cardigan

Yarn: Red Heart in red, gold and black

Needles: US 7 and US 6

Notes: I didn't obviously employ the graded color changes this sweater calls for. Nor did I do the seed-stitch rows that occur where the colors change. That was basically because I forgot and by the the time I got to the end of the second stripe, I remembered and didn't feel like frogging back. I liked it with the smooth stripes.

This is the first time I've ever done an applied i-cord edging. I think I'm in love! I am infatuated with the clean solid non-rolling stability it gives!

So there you have it.

A German baby sweater for the baby with the name Kadadfiddsoo (because if you're not going to recycle a name, it had better be completely original!), who will probably never wear it.

Now onto make a baby sweater for Dr. Mad Scientist's brother who's wife is chucking out Spawn #2 in October. They had been living in Virginia (not really cold) but their financial mistakes caught up with them and they declared bankruptcy before they could forclose on their house and fled to Alaska where they're living in my mother in law's basement.

It's been a cold Alaskan summer and I know that basement gets cold--winter will probably be worse.


Friday, August 08, 2008

Alrighty Then

I overheard the guy in front of me in line at the farmstand where I was buying 3 ears of corn for tomorrow night's supper.


He asked the guy (the farmer) running the cash box where his farm was.

The farmer paused a minute, and then replied "Right here."

Hee hee.

I guess the guy in front of me failed to notice the big fields, orchard, tractors and beehives.

After he left and I was purchasing my corn, the farmer just chuckled and said "What a day!"

I'm really going to miss this place when our office moves. But at the rate the move keeps getting pushed back and back, the farm stand will probably be closed for the season when we go! Ha ha!

Which is good. I really love apple cider season. And this stand, while they don't produce their own cider, sells a really delish NJ cider.

Fall, I can't wait!


Wednesday, August 06, 2008


It was crazy hair day at school today.



Pretty cool "B" huh?

And speaking of B--it seems to be Bandwagon season. These things go in cycles. Now it's the Ravelympics and word on the street is that there's Mystery Stole 3000 on the way.

Now I'll fess up, when I was a young and silly knitter, I participated in the winter Knitting Olympics.

This is before I knew any better. But my mom got a nice Branching Out scarf out of the deal, and as you know, the yarn I used in the winter Knitting Olympics has lived on in infamy.

So I will not be knitting the Mystery Stole 3000. I've decided beyond socks and a simple mesh grocery bag, I'm really not fond of lace (I frogged Shetland Shitty).

And don't get me started on Ravelympics. This sounds like something you could look up on WebMD when you go to the doctor complaining of sluggishness and general malaise (which is kind of how I feel if I spend more than 2 minutes on The Place That Shall Not Be Named).

He'd run some bloodwork and then give you the results in a serious tone.

"M'am, I'm sorry, but you've got a disorder of your Ravelymps. We're going to have to start you on some Ravelympics."

But whatever flips their cookies. And I can't complain about bandwagons too much. I'm guilty of hopping on.

In fact if you stay tuned, I should hopefully have a nice bandwagon FO finished by the end of this week.

It's an unexpected, satisfying knit. Which I guess a bandwagon could be. 5,681 Ravelwagoners may not be wrong.

And speaking of unexpected--check out what my hitchhiker pumpkin seed is doing.


I'm very excited about this--my two intentional pumpkin plants bit the dust. They snapped off their vines at the base.

Sometimes the things you don't plan for are the best!

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Monday, August 04, 2008

Salsa! Not Seltzer!


Again, I had this wonderful idea I would sit down and blog poetically about my adventures in canning salsa this weekend.

But I'm chasing tail tonight due to one of my tires going flat and helping Dr. Mad Scientist change it. I would have changed it myself before I got home, but yeah, he struggled with loosening the lugnuts. I'm not sure I would have been able to do it myself.

And as luck would have it--when we put the donut on--guess what else has had a slow leak? Ah delightful.

At least the mechanic is literally only 2 blocks away. I'll just limp the car there tomorrow morning and drive Dr. Mad Scientist's car to work (which he has informed me likes to stall at red lights so you have to put it into neutral each time you come to a complete stop...ha ha!)

Chunky informs me that "Now [I'll] fit in with all the New Jersey people." because apparently he's seen a lot of people with flat tires around here. Hee hee.

But on to salsa!

Jersey tomaters are ripe--so I stocked up on plum and beefsteak (ok, so maybe not the best for salsifying) at the Montclair Farmer's Market.

I also scored all those jalepenos you see for $1. The tomatoes were like $6.


Skinning the tomaters was quite fun. I had only ever read about it and I only burned my fingers once.

After I skinned the tomaters, I chopped all my ingredients up.


I love my husband, but for the life of him, he can NEVER get a non-blurry shot when the camera is in his hands.

Here's everything chopped.


Aye de mi!

Then you let the mixture trip out on some acid.


And in the meantime, I had taken all my washed jars and set them to soak in a warm bath of water in my kettle.


Start heating your salsa.


10 minutes before the salsa was done (you let it simmer for 10 minutes after it reaches a boil), I pulled my jars out of their hot tub and laid them out to dry.

Then I filled the jars.


I only got 4 pints, which is about right. I halved the recipe. It called for a yield of 7-9 pints.


Then I set my pretties a'boiling in their bath.


After 15 minutes of boiling, I cooled them and tested their seals--they sealed!!

Of course 4 pints is nothing for us. We're salsa fiends. I've already used a pint in the crock pot chili we had for dinner tonite.

Definately a fun learning experience and I can't wait to make more salsa and of course experiment with backyard apple applesauce.


Saturday, August 02, 2008

Shetland Shitty

I'm chugging along on the Shetland Shorty.

But I'm not really feeling it.


If you look closely you'll see I somehow effed some rows up there. And I just don't feel like frogging it. It's hot, and sticky and the last thing I want to do is mess with frogged lace.

And the more I think about it, the more I think that right now, this funky lace pattern is a great knit-illustration of life at the Bezidence right now.

Things are a bit weird and rocky right now. Not between me and Dr. Mad Scientist--but with him and Mt. Sinai.

Three weeks ago he was told by HR to expect his formal 90-day notice (they are nice enough to give you 90 days to find a new job).

So we've waited, planned, and prepared ourselves for the "official" notice.

But it hasn't come.

In fact about a week after his meeting with HR and being told to expect his notice because apparently his boss told HR "it wasn't working out," his boss writes him this scathing email ticking off all the ways he sucks: he can't manage his time (dude, not to use it as a crutch, but he's got ADD, he can't manage his time doing ANYTHING!), he sucks at this, he sucks at that.

And then at the end of the email she writes: But I'm thinking about extending your stay at my lab.

Say what??? That's not what HR said a week before!!!

Cut to this past week--he gets an email from her asking him officially to stay on longer.

At this point I'm just highly effin' amused.

I know what I would do. I would tell her that sure, I'd stay. But in the meantime, I'd be exploring other options--I'd just leave that part out and not tell her.

So he told her that he would stay, but unlike me, he told her that he still has some options out there that he's exploring.

This is where we differ.

He's all into the honesty thing with AA and whatnot. Which is cool. But I see this whole situation as kind of a game you have to play. Like poker. You don't show your whole hand.

I don't know if this makes me less honest by withholding something or just more jaded since I have been out in the workforce a lot longer than him. If you want to get technical, this Mt. Sinai job is his very first "real" job since he shovelled popcorn and bussed tables in high school/college.

But whatever, if he thinks showing her his hand is something he needs to do--so be it.

So what does this have to do with Shetland Shorty?

My lace pattern seems to be experiencing some rocky periods and like he is with his job, I feel like I'm in limbo with the pattern like he feels with his job.

And just like we both want the job situation to be resolved--I want this pattern to be completed NOW!

But like he told his boss--he's got other options out there (I won't blog about those til they become a bit more solid, if at all), and I know that eventually I'll get Shetland Shorty done.

Before I go--and update on the Bank of America situation. The money DID post today. Which is weird because apparently the landlord cashed the rent check the same day he got it and so did Chunky's school with his summer tuition. Those weren't posted as "pending" in my checking at all online (sometimes they are).

I guess the moral of the story is: don't trust what you see online--ha ha!

Stay tuned--we visited the Montclair Farmer's Market after I read about it on Jersey Knitter's blog. Holy cow, what a great place!! It's huge and literally 5 minutes away from us.

I picked up some jalepenos and some big fat Jersey tomaters. I think I'll pop my canning cherry tomorrow (the weather is only supposed to be in the mid 80's--how "cool"!).

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Friday, August 01, 2008


July's winner of the K.A.Y.E. contest is Amy from good ole San Antonio!

Don't despair if your name wasn't picked. Your name is in the running now for the large end of the year prize.

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I had a wonderful post about the progress of my Shetland Shorty and how it's been mirroring real life right now but I got derailed when I checked my bank balance.

I got two checks today. One was my paycheck and one was a check for that OT where I worked til 11:00 effin' o'clock on the 21st.

I put my paycheck in checking (to cover rent!) and my OT check in savings.

When I went online to check my balances, I noticed that the paycheck is pending (meaning give it a day and it will post for sure--but it's in line to be credited towards my account), but in my savings account there's nothing pending.

Does anyone bank online with Bank of America and know if they make a deposit to their savings--does it not immediately show up at least as "pending"?

I tell you what, if there isn't $195 in my savings account, Bank of America better strap in for the shit they'll be receiving from me.

Stupid me, I hate dealing with all those little ATM receipts, so when I deposited the money, I didn't get one. (I've stopped going into the bank to deposit checks with the teller because I opened the account in Texas which means here in New Jersey, you have to fill out extra forms just to deposit a mother effin' check.)

If I get screwed out of that $195 I will be crying like a baby (and switching banks). $195 isn't too much, but it's the principle--I didn't get to spend time with my boys that night, I was exhausted the next morning, I didn't get to bed (or dinner!) until 11:45 that night...that's a lot of hard work to be wiped out due to a computer glitch.

But I won't jump the gun and break out the boxing gloves and kleenex until at least Monday.

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