BklnQ

I’ve left Blogger, but I still have to wait for Blogger’s servers when I want read someone else’s blog. Hey, Google, I know you’re watching. Do something about your response times.
[If my site's down next week, you'll know why.]

As you can see, I have finally completed the Angled Scarf. The Crystal Palace Bamboo needles helped it go a bit faster, though I would still have preferred aluminum.

An interesting note about the Elsebeth Lavold Angora: the knitted yarn got fluffier as it was handled, though the yarn coming off the needles wasn’t particularly so.

Detail of scarf »

After wet blocking this and while waiting for it to dry, I amused myself yesterday by teaching myself how to populate an HTML form from a MySQL database using PHP. That pretty much sums up the day, except for the hour or so I spent at the gym—my first time in the gym in about a year. These love handles have got to go.

This came Friday, thirteen hanks of wool from Beaverslide Dry Goods, two sampler packs of wool/mohair, which is the rainbow effect, and the one in the foreground, wool, which just looked like a something I’d like, which I do. While J might argue that I don’t need more yarn, since I don’t have any place to put it, I like having enough—in quantity and variety—to choose from when I want to start something new.
It would make a lovely rainbow sweater don’t you think? *barf*

There is, unfortunately, a slight floral scent to the yarn, probably from the wool wash used. It’s not overpowering and most people would find it pleasant, but J and I are both scent-adverse. Break out the Zip-Locs.

I was amazed at this:

I have never seen so many stamps and so many denominations on one package. Looks cool.

Different subject altogether

On the advice of my newly acquired cardiologist—isn’t aging wonderful?—I ordered fish, cod to be specific, at dinner last night instead of the hanger steak or pasta in cream sauce. People eat this? Slimy and nauseating.

Tuna and salmon are fine. Swordfish would be okay if it weren’t endangered. Cod is going to take a bit more effort.