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Though I've known how to knit for a couple of years now, I only really picked it up (beyond basic casting on, knitting, and purling) shortly after Christmas, when the never-ending winter started to take hold. For weeks, I've been thinking I should try my hand at intarsia. Tonight, I finally sat down for baby-step attempt number one: a small non-committal wrist band that would spare me the nervous breakdown should my star come out looking more like an amorphous blob. It was also a swell way to eat up old yarn.

Rome wasn't made in a day, but this was! I am on to bigger and better things. Things like teddy bears, and fish, and pumpkins. I don't have grandchildren, but it's nice to know that when I do, I'll be able to knit them a horrible sweater and force them to wear it. Yes, I could feasibly make them something they'd actually like, but what fun is that?

In other news, for a cool eight dollars, Marc purchased this for me, thus completing my collection of every game I ever liked. I started playing tonight. If there's a downside, it's that on the second level I always warp to world 4, even if I don't want to- if it has a downside.

And now, for no reason at all, here's a picture of my cat meowing, as viewed through my wrist band: