I bought my ticket for spring break. Now to figure out how to not just sit around counting the days…
Here’s a good distraction. Check this out: It’s a flytrap anemone. The whole article is over at Deep Sea News, but the important part is that there’s going to be a big mission and the BBC is taking cameras! Hopefully there will be some region 1 DVD versions released. Which made me go check in with Netflix and realize they have one more Attenborough that I haven’t seen yet (or at least that I didn’t rate, which implies I haven’t seen it, but I suppose it’s not a guarantee). How exciting (hopefully)!
I’m afraid the knitting content is going to remain incredibly boring for a while as I work on the Drunken Argyle. I just got past the ribbing, but I’ve only done 3 rows of the pattern, so you can’t make it out yet. I’m really enjoying working on something so detailed. So far…
And since I don’t have much knitting to show you, I’ll entice you with food instead. Food and anemone’s, that’s the path to everyone’s heart, right? As you can see, I’m starting to eat a lot better. Or rather, you could see that if you knew about all the cheese sticks and Chinese food I used to eat. This is the rice pilaf you saw the other day with leftover black beans and corn thrown in for good measure, along with some soy and flax seed tortilla chips, which weren’t quite salty enough for my taste, but quite good nonetheless, and some salsa that was too hot, so I ate it all of the top real quick rather than mixing it in. The end.
Addendum – I have a new button. It seems to imply that I am in the knit-lympics. This is a blatant lie. As Imbrium said:
“Feel free to steal this button if you will be knitting pirates while drunk, or will be knitting drunk pirates, or if you are a pirate and will be knitting a drunk project, or if you are a drunk pirate and will be knitting. Or, you know, if you just like the button.”
I fall into categories 3 and 5, what with the fact that I’m working on Drunken Argyle and stole the button. Not actually being in the knitting Olympics didn’t stop me for a second either. Cause you know, I’m a pirate. Arrr.