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bad electronics mojo

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following the tradition where, as one thing goes right, another two go wrong — i had my stereo repaired recently and it’s fantastic and wonderful and marvellous and i am so grateful to have it back and that is naturally why both my cassette tape deck and, apparently now also, my dvd player have gone tits-up.

the tape deck, okay, that i can live without. i have used it on average about … twice a year for the past six years or maybe longer. it really didn’t get a whole lot of use. i’m very sad it’s dead, for sentimental reasons (that tape deck is at least 50% responsible, along with my vintage sansui stereo receiver, for getting me through high school relatively sane), but … realistically, i am more than happy to admit that the cassette era is over.

the DVD player, though… that i’m cranky about. it’s a lovely little slim philips model, and it can’t be much more than two years old. it’s multiregion, and does pal to ntsc conversions, which is helpful since i have a fairly respectable selection of Region 2 (and a couple oddball 4) discs. and, also very nicely, it plays DivX and XviD, so i burn things to CDs all the time and play them back on the television, which is great. the player does not seem to be dead-dead-dead, but it has decided to not power on anymore, which is sort of inconvenient since it has a disc in it at the moment. and not just a disc, not even just a rental disc, but a rental disc rented by someone else that we were watching at my place. (A Bit of Fry and Laurie, if you want to know — by the way, i really recommend it; we laughed our fool heads off.)

but, i’m just so tired of always replacing things when they break. it’s always felt very wasteful, but most of the time, you can’t argue with the economies of it — if a new player costs $75, and a repair might cost the same or possibly even more, who’s going to stick with the old and busted one? but now i’m just feeling curmudgeonly, and so i decided that i’m just going to repair the damn player, unless it costs me more than $100. it’s probably just a bad power supply or blown capacitor or something, and that should be totally reasonable to fix. and i’m sick of the waste of just replacing things. so i’m not gonna do it. so take that, cheap chinese electronics imports!

yarncon!

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so today was yarncon, which — i didn’t realize when i first heard about it — was actually organized by some friends. who knew? also, it was held at the Pulaski Park Fieldhouse, which is, … oh, a whopping three or four blocks from my house.

i’d volunteered to be a Stitch Doctor, and help out folks with questions, but apparently everyone already knows how to knit and crochet and were therefore not in need of help. at any rate, at least it was a good excuse to get in some more work on my clapotis.

i also sat for Franklin of The Panopticon, for his 1000 Knitters Project. i am, IIRC, knitter number 198! it was fun to sit with him — i thought i might feel self-conscious, knitting for a camera, but he was really friendly and fun to chat with, and i barely paid attention to the camera. actually, i think i tried to convince him to go buy some sock yarn from the vendors in the next booth over.

i was very good, myself. i had promised myself that i was only allowed to buy yarns that were unique and indie crafted — no commercial yarns! also, those yarns tend to be expensive, and i am cash poor until monday-payday, so that helped keep me in check as well. i came away with three skeins of yarn:

Merino handdyed

hand-dyed with natural dyes merino worsted handspun single, from Green Apple Yarn, in a pleasing sort of daffodil shade.

Hand dyed raw silk

hand painted raw silk from “Carpool,” who does not seem to have either a URI or even much google-fu, as i cannot find a link, which is sad, because she had the most fabulously pretty handpainted tussah silk fiber which i totally lusted after. i’m not sure what i’m going to do with this — she was knitting a sock out of it, but as pleasant as i find the idea of cosy warm silk socks, i’m just not sure i can really get behind it in reality. also, this yarn seems too pretty to stuff in my sneakers. we’ll see.

Hand painted sock yarn

this DK, handpainted by Shannon Okey, jumped into my bag. i never saw it coming.

and a book: i was talking to shannon while i waited for Franklin to photograph another knitter, and she talked me into knitting a sweater — chiefly by showing me a top-down raglan in her book and making it sound incredibly easy. part of the appeal was that it makes it easier to use handspun for a project, in that i wouldn’t have to actually spin enough yarn for a whole sweater, i could make the yoke out of handspun and make the rest of it out of commercial yarn. but really, the idea of a simple top-down sweater that sounds ridiculously easy is what appealed. so, we’ll see.

and finally, as mentioned earlier in this entry — i got some more done on my eternal clapotis of fuzzy mohair doom! i got the decreases about halfway done at Yarncon, and finished it up once i got home. i wove in the ends, scrubbed my kitchen sink, soaked it in warm water, and then set it all up with my shiny new blocking wires i got for my still-not-done MS3, and so here we go. clapotis: thy name is mine!

Clapotis

it seemed not very wide, what with the curling and all, so i stretched it out to 26 inches wide. it worked out as 56 inches long, which was actually longer than my kitchen table, but i’m not so worried about it stretching to be even longer than it is now. so, i’m glad that’s finally done! i just have to trim the ends off (i wove them in prior to blocking, but didn’t trim them yet), and it’s done done done. hooray!

so, anyways. that was my day! now i am going to cast on for a pair of Dashing for someone, and i shall continue to work on my Anti-Baudelaires, and with the clapotis done, this leaves precious few hibernating WIPs to feel guilty about ignoring, so i feel pretty decent about this whole knitting productivity thing right this very moment. :)

way to go!

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hey, al gore, you still rule! congrats on the nobel peace prize! love ya!

A pressie for me!

MONKEY!!!

-> *anonymous_benefactor* OMFG
-> *anonymous_benefactor* MONKEY
-> *anonymous_benefactor* you rule :))))
*anonymous_benefactor* hahahahaha
<wasy> monkey: 5, niqui: 0
<davidr> hahahaha
<davidr> those little handles are tricky
<wasy> monkey: 5, niqui: 1
<wasy> monkey: 6, niqui: 1
<twork> …..?
* niqui cackles and cackles and cackles
<wasy> niqui got her screaming flying monkey
<twork> niqui has a screaming flying monkey???
<wasy> it doesn’t scream or fly too much yet
<wasy> monkey: 7, niqui: 1
<niqui> surprisingly hard to aim
* niqui <– laughing too much really

The anti-Baudelaires

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No. I cannot give up. I am not a quitter. I am a winner. Winners never quit, and quitters never win. Quitters also never have any goddamn socks!

Sock toe

I frogged the purple Baudelaires because I was sick of being defeated by them. They were socks! I normally finish a pair of transit socks in like 4 weeks. 6 if I’m lazy. I’d been working on these SINCE JUNE. Okay, they did spend a lot of time in the Naughty WIPs Basket, but still, what with all the ripping back, I had knit at least three socks. And was faced with knitting at least another one and a half. They had to be stopped or I was never going to knit another sock again. So I frogged them, balled the yarn up nicely, stuck the ball bands (which of course I saved) in them, put the yarn in the bin, picked out some new sock yarn to start knitting on… cast on for another toe-up with my 2.5mm needles… and, yesterday, faced with a finished toe, despite my earnest and defiant intent to start with a plain, ordinary, no-frills stockinette and ribbing sock…

STARTED THE BAUDELAIRE PATTERN AGAIN.

I have decided to call these socks the Anti-Baudelaires. They have stripey yarn, which will be too busy for the lace. I haven’t looked at the pattern once. I haven’t even tried on the toe yet. There’s a tiny hole in the toe where one of my bar increases was weird, and I’m not fucking ripping back. I’m patching it up when I weave in the ends, and to hell with detail. I WILL PERSEVERE, AND I WILL HAVE THESE SOCKS IF IT KILLS ME. And what’s more, I’ll have them before Thanksgiving. So put that in your pipe and smoke it!