Ribbing, BE GONE!
I’ve reached the half-way point of another sock, coming veeerry close to completing the pair. Though I love the result, I will be most happy to be done with the pattern work - 1×1 ribbing is not exactly speedy, and it does tend toward the “extremely maddening” side of the scale. (For those who are interested, (which may be no one) the pattern is Marlene, by Cookie A from the latest knit.1 magazine, and I’m using Dream in Color Smooshy in Black Parade)
I was listening to NPR this morning (Diane Rehm), and caught an interview with David Denby, whose new book claims that snark is killing America (or at least putting an evil twist on dialogue). Is it really so bad that it needs to be treated like an epidemic of verbal disease? Personally, I’m not sure what I would do without my snark time. I’d like to say that I’d exercise more, using all that time I used to spend thinking up snarky bits of goodness as extra time on the treadmill, but that’s a lie. I hate running.
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Prior to the magic glowing box of TV greatness, I could only sort-of, occasionally, if the weather was right, the wind was blowing in a clockwise swirl, and I was wearing my tin foil hat and silver underwear with the extra boning in the bra, get in a fuzzy black and white Miss Marple.
Now the magic glowy box of TV greatness (henceforth to be known as Fred) beams me 3 channels of PBS, including one in Spanish. 2 hours of Antiques Roadshow, 2 hours of Make ‘em Laugh, 2 hours of Miss Marple, and now some BBC show with three old men with funny accents. My mind is reeling with questions: What did I do before PBS? How did I survive without Fred for so long? What does PBS broadcast after midnight? (I’m picturing wholesome, but somewhat lewd, programs, like Nova’s The Journey of the Sperm or something) Why does Fred want me to have 3 channels showing the current weather? Why are these three old British men wearing coolers on their feet like snowshoes?!
I’ve discovered the public broadcasting version of fire. Life may never be the same.
HA! the old men are trying to ski down a green hill on the cooler lids. Oh god this is great. OH PINK SPANDEX AND WHITE TIGHTS! JOY!
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