Archive for March, 2013

‘stache stash

March 25, 2013

I’m working on something for Henry’s class – they’re having a party and wanted somebody to make moustaches for a photo booth.  I asked if it was okay to knit some, because I know it’s weird.  The class parent thought it sounded cool, and off I went.

I wore one to work the other day (it is actually crocheted, because I was proofing the concept):


And the reaction was mixed.  Men found it weird – women thought it was hilarious.  (Most people did want me to neaten it up a bit, which I did.)  The patterns are online.  The moustache really does keep your upper lip warm (it’s 50/50 cotton/wool, which incidentally makes me wonder if it would be warmer if it were 100% wool).

I’ve been checking around the internet and it turns out there are several ‘holidays’ which honor the moustache – National Moustache Day, International Moustache Day, International Fake Moustache Day – for something that just sprouts on somebody’s lip and gets shaved off most of them, the moustache gets a lot of love.

Here is the collection of them before I send them to school.


The big trapezoid is known as the “Tom Selleck” but in my head, that has transformed into the “Magnum P.I.” and if I had made one in lighter brown with grey, would have turned into the “Jesse Stone.”  (That’s right.  I made a joke on this blog that is only funny to me.)

The big one in the middle is a version of the “Hercule Poirot” which I call “The Strong Man” because it makes me think about 19th century carnival strong men.  Also, I laugh thinking about kids sporting that huge thing across their faces.

Like this:


Pattern here.



knitting a prawno

March 23, 2013

I just saw the movie Zack and Miri Make a Porno.  It’s a Kevin Smith movie, and I do enjoy a Kevin Smith movie from time to time.  Which means there’s a lot of colorful language, some substance usage, and some toilet humor.  (I’m going to admit it – I’m not above that.)

I was noticing all the hats and scarves Miri (actress Elizabeth Banks) was wearing in the movie – and it’s sort of a weird for a movie to have it so much featured knitting, although since I’ve started to knit more seriously, I’ve been noticing that kind of thing more often.  I was watching a deleted scene and Miri is knitting, sitting in front of a sign for a craft store (I’m guess she works there).  It makes so much sense now!  In every scene, there is a whole different set of knitwear.   (Although I don’t know if Elizabeth Banks can actually knit.  More like she’s just holding the needles and yarn with a thoughtful expression – which is sort of relevant to the plot, but any knitter would be knitting furiously in that sort of emotional state.)

I borrowed the movie from the local library, where it is simply titled Zack and Miri.  The idea that one of the little old ladies (and indeed they are little old ladies at my local library) bought this movie, perhaps without knowledge of what this movie was, is pretty funny to me.  It’s funnier still if they did know what the movie was.  (And good on ’em if they did.)

Edited to note that apparently Elizabeth Banks did learn how to knit for the movie.


March 12, 2013

So I finished the brioche stitch hat as it was and didn’t let it ruin my day.  (We’ll let the whole “ruin my shower” thing go.)


You can’t hardly tell that it was driving me crazy, could you?  (The encouraging answer here would be “No.”)

It’s too big for J, but that’s okay.  I can keep it safe for her (while wearing it).  I purposely made it a few repetitions longer, and I guess my knitting is always a bit loose.

Now, I’ve got to figure out what else to make.

And in other news: on Presidents’ Day, W and I saw Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Killer.  (Awww, yeah, ‘Merica!)  The movie was okay, but I think I must have a knee-jerk reaction to action movies these days.  It’s just too slick, and generic, and the analogy of slavers to vampires kind of doesn’t work.

Abraham Lincoln’s real-life mythos is a hard thing to overcome – he’s a towering figure in American history, and he doesn’t need to be a vampire killer to be awesome.  (In fact, it makes him a little bit diminished if that’s all he is.)  He’s my favorite president.  I was a fangirl from waaaaay back – like, second grade.  So, your media presentation better do it right, otherwise, it just won’t work for me.

I know I’ve said that if there were depictions of American historical figures as action figures, I’d be all over it, but this was not the way to do it.   I guess I meant it more cartoony – like anime style.

Besides, if you think about young Abraham Lincoln, dude was already an action figure.  Splitting all those logs?  Wrasslin’?  Circuit-riding?  Action-debating?  Rising from poverty and a harsh childhood to become President of the United States?  Aww, yeah, Abe.  You the man.

clash of the whoozits?

March 9, 2013

Recently saw the remake of Clash of the Titans.

Ugh.  Just terrible.  Not even so bad it’s good.  Just terrible.  Shitty writing, shitty direction, poor use of what is obviously too many resources.  An all-around rotten movie.

But probably better than the movie it started being.

From Wikipedia, “The Main villain was the Sumerian Sea Goddess of Death and Destruction, Tiamat. Perseus was originally kidnapped by an avatar of an unidentified Chthonian Earth Goddess, who planned to have him married to Andromeda so as to develop better relations with humanity. The Earth Goddess and Perseus proceed to fall in love. Zeus prepared to engage in war with Tiamat; taking the aids of other gods (such as Thoth, Marduk, Yahweh and Osiris). A High Priest named Fantasos starts a Cult of Tiamat that quickly conquers the city. Andromeda was originally a promiscuous spoiled Princess who possessed various male sex slaves.”

Like they were just cutting and pasting random words and images from an 1980’s D&D manual.  Ridiculous.  But in light of this information, the resulting movie is probably genius.

(In thinking about it, the wikipedia snippet sounds like fanfic on steroids – the stuff that other people spork.)

status check

March 6, 2013

I’m a bit embarrassed, but this brioche stitch hat is kicking my ass.


I spent the better portion of my shower yesterday wondering if I could post a poll on Facebook that went like this:

If you were me, and knitting this hat, and found the numerous errors that I see in this brioche stitch hat (one indicated by the orange stitch holder, one next to the orange stitch holder, and others, one of which I found after taking this photo), and the laddering up where the circular needles are, what would you do?

1) ignore it and keep going.  It’s a hat for a kid who will probably lose it within a couple of weeks.  Take the learning experience for what it is.


2) give into your barely contained OCD and try to fix it.

If trying to fix it, should I:

2a) ladder down and work from there (knowing well that I have no idea how to ladder this baby back up)

2b) rip-it all out (and forget the incredible annoyance you suffered from having to rip back the brioche several times at the very start), and remember your smarter self and lifelines and think about all the mistakes you’re fixing.  You’ll have to rip it back once you’ve f*cked the laddering up anyway.  Save yourself the hassle.


c) brioche?  Is that like croissant?  (And wander off to find sustenance.)

I have a deep suspicion about my real-life non-knitting friends.  They’re all c.  (Regardless of whether or not they actually enjoy French food.)

Edit: Yarn is Cherry Tree Hill Supersock Select Semi-Solids in Rosewood.  100% superwash merino.

knitter down!

March 1, 2013

I have, somehow, lost the ability to count to 100.

There has got to be a word for this: numnesia?  Or, in bad latinate: nomnesia?

The current project has only 100 stitches.  I keep getting 99 or 101.  Or 50+49.  Or 49+52.  This happens to me occasionally and when it’s a simple little hat in a stockinette stitch, I let it go if no one would be able to tell.  Not this time.    This time, it’s in brioche stitch with contrasting colors, and so it matters for the way the whole pattern will look.  I put in a lifeline (a piece of yarn through the last good row) after the first time I messed up.  Good call.  I have ripped back twice already.  The same 4 rows.  k1k1b over and over and over.

Some of it is because I don’t know how to fix the brioche on the needle.  Most of it, though, is the sad fact that I just can’t count to 100.


Makes me think that writing fanfic, even the long-dead stories that I could never figure out a way to make work, is so much more appealing right now.

(Why can’t I just have a simple little hobby that I won’t drive myself crazy over?)