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tashabear
tashabear
the soundtrack of my brain
Have you ever seen the movie Office Space? Remember the scene where the guys are stomping the printer in a field? And the music has a guy singing/rapping "Damn it feels good to be a gangsta..."

How telling is it that I hear that song in my head every day at work?

In other news, I discovered that I really do concentrate better if I have knitting in my hands. I think that the act of keeping my fingers busy keeps the part of my brain that would otherwise be doing things that are wicked distracting from doing.. well, things that would be wicked distracting. It's particularly good if I'm doing a simple thing, like a scarf. I'm working on a scarf for my best friend's girlfriend (it's a commission of sorts) in Berocco Furz in red -- meant as a Valentine's Day gift. I'm doing it in seed stitch, and it's coming out really nice. I hope she likes it.

I may end up with an extra ball of red Furz... I'm thinking I need a devil hat. And I think I might get some white Furz a nd make myself a polar bear hat, too. It'll be like this kitty hat,but without the earflaps and strings, and with more rounded ears. Basically I'm going to do my fave-rave short row hat, and add thingys to the top.

It's cold in the house right now, so we're bundling up -- wool socks and a hat is te order of the day for me, and I think I'm going to go curl up in bed shortly. I'm working on a pair of wristwarmers inspired by this pattern; the major difference is that I'm doing a 1x1 rib instead of 2x2. Go me; ever the innovator. I have this compulsion to work on the scarf, but I want to save that for doing at work -- I can work on it while I wait for the computer to catch up to me, because I can keep my hands busy without looking at them.

i feel: cold cold

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