Archive for ◊ March, 2008 ◊
This week on Fascinating, but wrong wrong wrong! we present Softie X-Files Diorama.
I have a chiropractic practice. I make adjustments to the human spine! And this little trip has cut far too much into my professional time!
– Clifford Skridlow (as Doctor Detroit) in Doctor Detroit
I will admit to more than a little skepticism about chiropractic care in general. Chiropractors have always seemed just a little shy of quackery in my book, possibly because the first time I went to a chiropractor, the practitioner wanted to blame everything wrong with me on a maladjustment of the spine, which simply isn’t true. My spine isn’t responsible for the fact that lilac season turns me into a mobile mucus producer, for example.
That said, I went to my family doctor today with day four of the headache I’ve been fighting since Friday morning. We adjusted the meds I’m taking for stress. I got a new medication to try to help with these tension kind of headaches.
Then he recommended trying a chiropractic adjustment which he did right in the office. About ten minutes and a number of frighteningly loud cracks later and, surprisingly to me, the majority of my evil headache was simply gone. I’m a believer; this works. Well, at least for neuromuscular things. I reserve the right to remain skeptical about allergy season.
(Short version: yeah, , you were right and I was wrong.)
So I bought the pattern for Coraline thinking to myself, gee, wouldn’t it be great to make one out of that Petal Pink Bernat Cashmere I had lying around?
Except the pattern calls for double knit weight yarn and the Bernat Cashmere calls itself a worsted but is really an aran. 
So, I’m thinking Valley Yarns Deerfield or Knitpicks Elegance would be good for the pattern, but the problem becomes that I’ve got a moratorium on yarn purchases until I use up part of the yarn I already have, so it looks like this pattern’s on hold until I knit some other things first.
It’s Saint Patrick’s day, though Patrick isn’t recognized as a saint in the official sense, and I’m participating in the being o’ the green. The flu is going around and I’ve got it good and hard. My first sock’s heel got turned on Friday, but that’s about all that got done with it before the toilet bowl and I became such good friends.
Laying down now and trying to feel better.
I’m about half way through my first sock of my first pair of socks and I’ve decided that sock knitters are just a little insane. For some reason I keep dropping the first stitch of the round and needing to pick it up, which wouldn’t be so bad, but the sock is done in a broken garter stitch pattern and so half the time I’m picking up knits and half the time I’m picking up purls and about 1 time in 4 I pick it up correctly. You’ve got to love that.
Pictures will come as soon as I have something that looks less like the start of an arm warmer and more like a sock, which will probably be some time this weekend.
Tomorrow starts daylight freakin’ savings time, which I believe was instituted by Congress in order to sleep deprive the population once a year for the purpose of maintaining mind control at the current levels. Benjamin Franklin is often credited with the idea which, according to some, makes it pure freakin’ genius.
News flash: not everything that Ben Franklin did was genius. He wrote a treatise where he declared that “in Europe the Spaniards, Italians, French, Russians and Swedes are generally of what we call a swarthy complexion; as are the Germans also,” (and the Irish, too, though this particular excerpt of the treatise doesn’t mention them specifically) which is just a purely screwed up notion. As a person of mixed Irish, German, and Swedish descent I’m so damned pale that people call me “Lily White, queen of the Caucasian people.”
He also wrote a lovely little treatise called Fart proudly. I imagine the kite flying portrait familiar from school cracking a big one using the leg lift technique, or possibly letting off farts in front of a candle and recording the results for science. Put that with your notion of Ben Franklin super genius.
If only daylight savings time could have been largely forgotten like the treatise “Fart Proudly.” I dream of such a world. Until such enlightnment reaches the rest of the world, we’ll continue to “Spring Ahead” and create a nation of shambling zombies each spring.
Freaking congressional bastards.
Sigh. I fell for a hat. Because I need another damned knitting project like I need a hole in the head.
<a href=”http://ysolda.com/wordpress/2008/03/04/verity/>Verity</a>, because it’s cute.