Knit One, Blast Two
Today has been a fun riot of adventure and tasks in addition to normal work.
A couple people in my office have gotten themselves the blaster virus. Yesterday I was one of nearly none who got the patch downloaded before MicrosoftStools was set upon by a deluge of their own making. So I worked with one of our engineers and made little take home kits for people, with the patch on disk and some instructions, in case folks still had the problem at home or something.
This was the MOST helpful site I have seen on the matter: http://www.visualante.org/msblast/main.htm
I haven’t turned my shameful PC on since I heard about the virus, even though I use a firewall, keep updated and don’t leave my computer connected.
I slink back to my glorious Mac like a unfaithful lover and say, “Pleeease Computer Machine, I love you, I always have! The Dell meant nothing to me. It was a clumsy oaf and never made me as happy as you do! Please take me back. Let’s take a trip to the internet?”
So that’s been fun.
And our most brilliant contractor chick who’s a frickin genious with frickin lazer beams coming out of her head has taught me the first foundations of knitting. Knit & Purl. Woo! it’s oddly, fascinatingly addictive. She’s so cool she says, “soon you’ll be making long rectangles!” and I love how she’s talking about scarves but isn’t at all pretentious about it.
Scarves for everyone this Christmas! When i get better she’s going to teach me socks!
I used to know how to knit. Not that well, mind you. I learned how before going to Europe. It was a good way to pass the time while on trains or in cafes and art galleries all the while sipping espressos and eating expensive cheeses and fine wine. I would knit and recite Nietzsche.
Ok, I did acutally learn how to knit. But like I said, I was horrible.
I’ll take a pink one, thanks. :]
excellent! What shade(s) of pink do you like?. :)
I’m horrible so far. Looks like i’m just demented and making knots. I actually brace the left knitting needle against my body sometimes and end up with the ends 3 inches from my face. Still doing it too tightly.
I’m not ready for public knitting yet. and i’m way behind on my *ctrl c, ctrl v* Nietzsche.
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