And the Wordpress admin is no better under Safari than Camino.

Please Note

Please note that as I am not a great photographer, I really don’t care if somebody copies an image of mine and uses it for personal use. I do object when someone links to an image sitting on server space I’m paying for.

I’ve altered the image a bit. If the borrower has no objection to the modification, great. Otherwise she can copy and crop the image or remove the link from her site.

This is, btw, my most-linked-to image.

Irritated

I guess I’m just irritated at the enormous amount of spam comments I’ve been getting lately. That’s with some rather stringent filtering in place. It’s been a minimum of fifteen minutes a day housekeeping. I’ve got little enough to post about to spend half the time on spam—it becomes a chore.

I’ve turned on the feature that puts a comment in moderation if the commenter doesn’t already have an approved comment.

And I’ve turned off the visitor count. To much trouble to filter out the bogus entries.

There are six different projects on this table. Most are new.

Work has been time-consuming, to put it generously. It has also sucked out most of my sociability and creativity. Well—the sociability has always been suspect and the creativity has been harnessed into massive system redesign, business requirements document (BDR) review and system conversion testing. The work has a purpose—food on the table and liquor on the bar—but it does take the thrill out of sitting down at the Mac after work for anything other than a few mindless internet games. Netflick and TV have dominated, though. I haven’t really cooked since before Thanksgiving. I’m just tired.

J made macaroni and cheese for dinner tonight. Fully from scratch. Good.

The knitting has, as you can see, resumed. Not that it came to a total halt.

This kid mohair/silk scarf that you see here was begun right after we got back from Hudson. It took me a while to come up with a suitable pattern that flattered that yarn on the front and the reverse. It took a while and I think I got there. Only one hitch. It feels like fiberglass on my neck. And J’s neck, and I’m sure it will feel the same on the originally intended recipient’s neck. Seriously disliking mohair now.

Since then, I’ve made several false starts on a hat, ending up with the purple thing in the upper right of the top photo. Done a bit of swatching for another whippet sweater: that’s what the lavender yarn is for. Started a scarf for a holiday present for J’s sister. Spent a bit of time swatching to no end.

J took me to see And the Little Dog Laughed on Broadway Friday night. Very funny. Julie White is superb and makes the show. As does the brief moment of male nudity. Who knew Johnny was so well hung?

I bet I’m not the only one who’s disappointed.