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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Things I Need to Have Happen Now:
1. SW-13 vim-/- cells to magically appear in the very first cane I pull out of the ginormous liquid nitrogen tank. I need those stupid cells, and do not look forward to subculturing out individual vim-/- cells from a mixed population. If I have to do that, I might stab myself in the face with a pointy, liquid nitrogen-y cold 
piece of metal.
2. GFP to stop randomly sticking to Z-lines. My mellow was also harshed when I discovered that ALL colors of fluorescent proteins stick to Z-lines. For some reason, I thought that if you changed it from green to red, it would stop being stupid. Lo. Just like a crayon, it tastes like wax no matter the color.
3. This ridiculous Sea and Shells lace thing to be done. Not because I don’t think it’s pretty, but because I cannot work on this thing without swearing like a sailor. Knitting is supposed to be relaxing, not something that causes me to create large strings of non-sensical swearing, such as “Sweet mother fucker of fuck what the oh my fuck fuck shit.”
4. My cat has to stop waking me up at 5 a.m. by running his claws over the metal faceplate of the electrical socket nearest my bed. It’s not only the most irritating sound known to man, but it also causes me to worry that one morning I’ll hear “*scrrraaaaaaape* *ZAP* MEOROWWOW” and then smell something funny. And that’s not how I want to start a morning.
5. Something exciting to land in my mailbox. Or a new game that doesn’t involve a TV show. Or something.
Come on. Wake me from my slumber, world. I’m feeling twitchy.
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