Because I'm lazy

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I'm sure the MIL enjoys reading that...

A Corporate Fable or the Tale of a Drone...

Once upon a time, there was a large field filled with many beautiful flowers. There were many hives full of bees around the field who tended the flowers and made honey. The bees were always buzzing back and forth; honey flowed freely and life was good.

Until one day, a royal bee noticed not all the bees of his hive were making honey or even flying. The royal bee asked other royal bees and found their hives had ways of tracking what their worker drones did. So it was decreed his drones would be use the same system as the other hives.

Now the watcher drones of the hive are very unhappy. They begun buzzing loudly, flapping their wings, and wagging their antenna about the unfairness of new system. After all, their drones had more important things to do then push buttons or hum in a different direction of the field.

Watcher drones clashed with worker drones of different hives. Wings were bent, antenna broken, and pride was at stake. In other words, it was ugly.

After weeks (okay it was a week), our watcher drone talked their royal drone. Then a worker drone was assigned to work with the royal drone to make it easier for the new hive.

Now this worker drone is a bit confused. Why did the other hive join the collective if they don’t want to gather nectar and make honey with the other bees? The drone wondered if the killer bees would be willing to come and take over the hive to make its bean counting life easier. Alas, it won't know more until Monday.

And now for something completely different: (thanks Grilltech)

What kind of Star Trekkie are you? Your Result: You are a Vulcan or an android. Your intellegence, and opinions are excepted everywhere. You believe in logic above all else. You are normally in a second in command position. This does not matter, for you are not prone to ambition, or any emotion for that matter. You do not understand other races thought patterns at times, making you seperated from those around you.
Klingon
Captain
Omnipotent being
Red shirt
What kind of Star Trekkie are you?

I'm Still Knitting

Today is better. I have no overwhelming desire to rip people's faces off. I can't speak for tomorrow, but today life is tolerable.

No major project going on. Well, not completely true. I'm working on an afghan. My Olympic afghan to be exact. I didn't like how it was turning out when I first tried. I kept knitting two colors together, which produced a lovely line at the meeting place. But it was only four blocks wide. When I joined blocks together, the line wasn't there. I sewed up the blocks and called it good. Now I'm back to knitting just single strips. I change colors, but they'll be one block wide. I'm knitting two of them at the same time. One in each color. I'm starting to get excited about it again now.

I'm still working away on the second ripples on the beach sock. The second one is coming a bit faster. The second one always seems to knit up faster.

I meant to have a picture of the white sweater. But... (yeah, theres always a but) when Grilltech pulled the disk out, it wasn't on there. (sigh)

But it's over now...

Ever have one of those days? Yeah, me too. Overslept by fifteen minutes. Couldn't find my purse. (Has my badge, wouldn't be able to get through the doors or be able to log onto the network.) Only to realize, it had left it in the trunk. After spending fifteen minutes of frantic searching. On the plus side, we were only five minutes late to work. My hands were so cold this morning, they were turning blue. (Just the finger tips.) Thankfully it's now warmed up.

I haven't started a new major project. I did finish a baby sweater the Eldest started. I gave it to her Thursday night. She didn't want to put it on Baby Bird, because it might get ruined. I pointed out, it's acrylic, it' won't get ruined. So she was happy. They came over on Sunday and Baby Bird was wearing a sweater I had knitted for a two year old. She kept getting lost in the thing. After the third time, her shirt was changed.

Struggling

I'm struggling to blog. Not sure if its the weather, becoming warmer so I'd rather be doing something else. It's not knitting either. Ice Queen is <> this close to being done. I had bound off, it was too tight. So I'm frogging the binding to try again, not real exciting.

Can't promise I'll do better, but I'll work on it. (Because there is no try, there is only do.)

It's been a while

Things have been a bit crazy at work. Really can't say much has changed, because it hasn't. So instead of boring you to tears, I'll post pictures of Grilltech's sweater.






It's been cut down, and worn. It's a warm one. I might be able to get another month out of it, if I'm lucky.

It's been a day

I'm in hell. Saturday night, I chipped a tooth flossing. Flossing! I have a dentist appointment on Tuesday, so it will be taken care of soon(tm). I have a regular doctor's appointment in the afternoon, since the sinus headache is coming back. I'll be glad when the sick winter season is over.

On the plus side, I finished Grilltech's Shaker Sweater Sunday night. (I'm in hell, remember?) The sleeves are eight inches too long. Of course they are. The only thing I can figure out is I didn't decrease often enough when the sleeves were attached. So I'll be cutting back seven inches and binding off to make them shorter. Four years ago, I wouldn't even had such a thought in my head. I would have ripped the whole yoke back and put the naughty sweater in time out. Last night, when the thought popped into my head I didn't break into a cold sweat.

With the Shaker Sweater out of the way, I'll now have more time to knit on Ice Queen. And start thinking about my next big project.

Rock Star

Thanks Mr. Shife for giving me the idea of joining a band. Our first album comes out soon(tm).

Just follow these simple directions to come up with your own imaginary band's first album cover and title

1. Random
The random article title is the name of your band.

2. Quote
The last four words of the very last quote is your album name.

3. Picture
The third picture, no matter what it is, is your album cover.


Band Name: Badidhiffusheefinolhu (I couldn’t even make up something that good.)

Album Name: Busy Making Other Plans.

Album cover:

No comment...

About six months ago, I got a new computer. It came with a crappy OS called Vista. Maybe you've heard about it and how much it really sucks. Believe me, it sucked. When the computer first showed up, Grilltech tried to load XP. No matter the struggle, he couldn't get it load. Something about the hard drive didn't like XP, wouldn't recognize it. (I love the commerical with PC who had the PR lady and Mac, talking about how people "upgrading to an older more familair experience".)

Last night, after fighting with Vista and my palm, I turned to Grilltech and demanded he get XP on my system. The faster he gets it done, the happier he'll be. (After all, men can be happy or right.) In morning we went out to breakfast, by 1100 PerkyGoth and I was at the LYS. He called me at 1330, asking me what I wanted for a password. He's such a good husband. By 1800 he had all the updates done and most of my normal software loaded. Guess I'd better be nice to him, since he wanted to be happy.

Note: when handed a glass of homemade mead and he says it's fizzing, it might be infected. Don't look at him as if he's trying to poison you. Smile and tell him how good it tastes, because it is good.

Gear Head?

Across the country, it is super Tuesday. Idaho doesn't vote until May. I must say I haven't done any research, as to who I was going to vote for. Thankfully, there is a candidate that truly understands my plight. I'm voting for Dolores. That's right, Dolores. Her second campaign promise alone would be enough to get Grilltech to vote for her as well.

Not much knitting last night, I finished the half round then began sewing. It now looks like a sweater now. Tonight's project is Ice Queen. I might get it finished soon. Before winter is over even. One can dream. (I know Mr. Shife's dream is for the snow to go away or have his balls shaved. Not sure which is more pressing.)

And now for something completely different: (from Leyna)

Are you a

Gear Head Hey, you really know your stuff!

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Slow Knits

Looks like we're getting a break from the snowy weather for two days. As of this moment, the driveway is clear. The parking lot is still a mess, but only in patches. The super bowl was watched while knitting on Grilltech's sweater. I'm about one (or two) round away from sewing up the sleeves. Then it will be a real honest to goodness sweater, instead of the mass of sides. It's heavy, if I'm sitting in a chair with any kind of slant, it tries to slide off. I also worked on Ice Queen. I'm maybe about half way completed. The yarn I'm using is so soft, it makes the Karaoke feel like a brillo pad.

And now for something completely different: (from the Samurai Knitter)

Your Pirate Name Is...

Black Mistress of Death

What's Your Pirate Name?

WIP Post

Last night I grabbed a picture of Grilltech's Shaker Sweater before I sewed up the seams. It's not centered or pretty, because it was pitch black when I took the picture.















Close up of the stitch.

Quick and Dirty

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