Cabled goodness

So, up until this point I have resisted the urge to turn Nano Jokes into a knitting blog, but that ends today. It's dying, there's no debate: The last blog post was over a week ago. That is simply not acceptable. And so, I turn to subject matter that nourishes internet writers all over the world: needlecraft.

And to specify within that category, knitting. No crochet for me. And cross stitch? psht. Child's play.

Knitting is awesome. That fact is undeniable. The only question left to answer about knitting is why more people don't do it. It's not expensive- at least, not when you're starting out. It's not difficult- again, in the basics. And you get to be productive while having fun: go play video games for three hours. What do you have to show for yourself? I have a sock heel. They should call you Mario, cause you just got 1-up'd.

And if you're not one of the enlightened wooly masses, and the title has lost you: cables are the logarithms of the knitting world. They look terrifying, seem incredibly difficult, and are extremely impressive when someone else sees them. The secret? They're dead simple. Like, dead simple. As in, I was afraid to try them until I looked up how they are done and laughed my face off.

Which is why the next socks I knit will be cabled. Along with the infamous sweatervest, I've got no shortage of projects in the near future.

Sasha's at her cottage right now, so I doubt she'll be able to see this, but I know that our dedicated readers (be honest, reader) will be glad to finally have some sustenance of the nano-variety.

Mehhhhh

My nose is stuffed

and it feels as if it's clogging up my brain.

My head feels swollen with thoughts that can't escape and they're just roiling around the inside of my head like some muggy fog. I can't exactly pin them down, I don't know what's going on in there - but I feel vague. And heavy. They must not be very positive.

Now I feel self obsessed for rambling about myself but I honestly don't know what else to talk about. Sorry.

Don't you love how the earth comes alive when it rains? The colours become so rich and vibrant, the air itself is fresher - you can suddenly smell things you couldn't before. Can't you just imagine the sensation a leaf might experience with every raindrop? They're so thin and fragile and sensitive, rain must be like a full out shiatsu massage, and the sound it makes is so delicate, so very gentle. I went for a walk and the sidewalk was littered with snails. Half of them were crushed though. Poor guys.

My favourite colour is yellow. Cheer, wisdom, childish-ness.

Childish-ness yes. Cheer maybe. Wisdom...ahaa very funny.

Part time employment

Well seeing as I don't have any handy weather phenomena to help me in my title today, I'll just write about whatever I randomly choose to put up there I guess. Seeing as I just got home from work, I'll go with that.

*Wow, way to leave this for 2 days and come back to it later. Totally not the same mindspace, not even thinking about that anymore. Let's talk about... green.

Green is a nice colour. The symbol of life, growth, potential- and envy. Each colour has its dark side. Despite that, green is definitely my favourite. Preferably a nice mossy, forest green. Mmm.

After learning about the qualities (seemingly arbitrarily) assigned to each colour in grade ten, I've been wondering what exactly your favourite- or least favourite- colour says about you. Do I like green just because it looks nice? Or am I subconsciously drawn to colours that represent things I find important? Would someone with a strong sense of passion be more likely to love red than anyone else? I have to admit, I find the idea of growth and new life very attractive... maybe it's not green that I love, but the idea of love.

This is actually really intriguing me right now! Come on readers, share your favourite colour in the comments and let's see if it's related to the character traits. I'll set up a list below with the major adjectives for each (and yes I had to do them in rainbow order), including white and black. They're colours too!

Red- passion, excitement, pain, anger

Orange- ambition, creativity, restlessness, anxiety

Yellow- cheer, wisdom, childish-ness

Green- nature, invigorating, jealousy

Blue- truth, calm, depressing

Purple- wealth, individualism, deceit

Brown- fertility, commonality, dullness

White- purity, harmony, naïveté

Black- death, grieving, elegance

rainstorm

Ahh I totally know where you're coming from!

Yeah it doesn't sound egotistical, just genuinely curious, everyone must wonder what first impression they leave.

How much faith do you have in first impressions? Are they a good thing or a bad thing? What are they really, but judgements made on superficial and ultimately irrelevant things like appearance, looks, clothing style etc?

OR, are these small details capable of telling you a lot about the kind of person someone is?

I guess this also depends on an individual's perceptive abilities.

Most of the time though, I find people's first impressions of me are inaccurate.

I've heard that I seem 'put together,' 'organized' and 'efficient.'

Hahahaaa riiiiight.

PS - Jack, I think your argyle sweater would counteract any ne'erdowell type feelings...

I'm now trying to convince my parents to let me go on a trip to the Dominican to help build a school. My prospects aren't looking too good, my mum thinks I don't have enough street smarts.

Sigh.

The rain is beating itself upon the side of my house, so the obvious POA for the evening is to curl up with a book and some peppermint tea. Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See. 19th Century China, and foot binding. Ouch.

Impressionable

What do people think of me? I don't mean this in the "omg I'm so worried that they don't like me maybe I should change to try and fit in or else I'll be alone forever and live in an apartment with 17 cats even though the proportion or crazy old cat men is significantly lower than that of crazy old cat ladies, quite possibly due to a specific infection that affects only females and causes a general feeling of contentment and pleasure, which can be most commonly found in cat feces"

... way, but rather in the "Hmm I'm slightly curious as to what impression I give off?" I'm aware that most people who know me, or at least what I've understood from them, think of me as 1) smart, 2) sarcastic, 3) nerdy and 4) smart. But as to strangers, it's always been a little quirk in the back of my mind as to what image I present. With the return of The Streak, I'm realizing that a good part of the older generation might see me and think Ne'erdowell!

But that's a generalization. Though it would be completely out of order, I would love to go up to a random stranger and ask what they think. Perhaps I could do it in code, so that it wouldn't be quite so blatant and yet I would get the same response?

This is what, I find, makes it so hard to describe myself. Sure, I can give a quick physical description, but if I were asked what my one distinguishing characteristic was I honestly don't think I could say. What I like most about myself? Beyond me. What one quality I wish I could lose? Another brainmelter.

I may have just taken egoism to an entirely new high (or low, depending on how you see it), but that doesn't bother me. I'll bet that everyone on the planet has the same thoughts, and lots of them just keep it quiet. There are very very very few deeply, sincerely modest people on this planet. There are just some who don't work as hard at hiding it. This would usually apply to me, with the exception of compliments. I can't take them. I don't know what to say, how to respond, what to feel, anything. I usually just smile and turn my head- not the best reaction.

Looking back on this post, my musings are not so much a "little quirk" as it is a sizable obsession. That's not good, now is it. I'll have to work on curbing my curiosity- no matter how non-feline I am, there's no sense in getting killed.