But after swapping out a CD drive, wiping one hard drive and slaving in another, all is well. And I can't really claim to be useless at figuring out hardware anymore. I am rather frighteningly intimately aware of what's inside this box now.
While I was performing surgery on the computers, I turned 30. For my birthday, Shoryl and StemmedRose threw me a formal dinner party. For my present to myself, I helped bring my Dad up to see me. (Who is theoretically reading this blog again, after proclaiming it boring and stopping.) Dan is courteously getting out of the way so that my dad is in the picture.... but all you can see of Shoryl is her ear where she's hiding behind me. Hmmm.
We had a lot of fun, and even managed to
My knitting was mostly abandonned due to welcome social obligations, but I'm still working on the rainbow socks (dubbed "Pride Highs" by Shoryl). I've now turned the heel, and begun the oh-so-subtle patterning on the legs. So subtle, in fact, that I felt the need to put a giant arrow on the pic. Can you find the triangles?
Dharma asked me what kind of a toe I'm using. It's the Sherman toe (and heel, for that matter) which I found here. I have - in the past - had problems with this toe before, but this time, it went flawlessly. After how easy it was to acquire the yarn in the proper shades and sketch the pattern for the leg, I'm left with the inescapable opinion that these socks just want to be knit.