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I never use a pattern when I knit.

When I decided to make this blog active again, I didn’t really have a plan beyond “post regularly.” You may have picked up on this from the shorter, less-focused, more rambly posts recently. I think I’m going to go with two days a week for posting, Tuesdays, and another day. I’ve been thinking Friday or Saturday, but I haven’t settled on one yet. I guess we’ll both find out in a few days which one it is!

But anyways, let’s ramble some more!

As some of you know, I knit quite a lot. I learned when I was very small, and as a child I didn’t exactly have money to buy the amounts of yarn needed for patterns. Family members would usually get me a couple of balls when I asked nicely, and, having no sense of scale, I would follow a pattern ’til I ran out of yarn, and then when I came across another pattern, I would take out what I’d done and start that one. My dad especially would tease me for this.

I got pretty good at knitting by doing this, but I never really liked the patterns I worked on (this could have contributed to not asking for more of the same yarn when I ran out). So sometime when I was still young, I stopped knitting, and I didn’t go back to it until my first year at uni. Pretty much, the internet saved my love of knitting/dragged me back into addiction. All of the patterns I saw when I was little were baggy sweaters and other dull things. But on the internet I found patterns for Space Invaders socks, fitted tops, squid-shaped hats, and all manner of decidedly not-boring things.

Then disaster struck. Every time I tried to knit from a pattern, the result was huge on me. I did everything I could to fix this – going down several needle sizes, using lighter-weight yarn than was called for – but nothing worked. The gauge swatch would be the right size, but the finished result wouldn’t be. Sometimes I would attempt to calculate fewer stitches for projects, but quickly got tired of the work to make the patterns fit and gave up on them.

So I started designing my own patterns for myself, sizing them to my body as I go. This has worked pretty well for me, and I’ve made dresses, fingerless gloves, skirts, and sweaters since. I usually don’t plan what I’m going to make, I just start knitting and see what happens, usually writing the pattern as I go. I’ve tried using a couple of patterns over the last year, and weirdly enough my problem getting the correct size is gone. This opens up more possibilities for me, but I kind of love not knowing what I’m going to end up with.

This is obviously a scarf, and was always going to be a scarf, so it’s not completely thematic for this post, but I knit it! And my kitty is in the background, so you’re not allowed to complain.

This blog is active again…Let’s see if I can keep it up this time!

I have never been good about posting here regularly. I get into it for a while every few months or so, and then abandon it right before telling you all about Stephen Citron’s complete failure to teach music theory. I’m sorry.

I’ve been thinking about this blog for a while, and whether I should get it active again. I decided early on that if I did, I would have to do regular posts in an attempt to avoid leaving it again (I just love coursework-like things so much). Weekly seems good to start out with, but I may go for bi-weekly at some point if I’m feeling ambitious. This also means that the content will probably stop being just my rants. I will probably start to inflict old writing on you too.

Anyways, that’s been the plan, and I’ve asked some people this past week if I should get back on this. I’ve gotten a unanimous “yes” so far, but I only asked people who like me as a person, so if you disagree, this is your last chance to let me know!

Whatever Happened to Consensual Sex?

I’m very picky about reading or watching serialised media such as tv shows, blogs, and any type of comic in order from start to finish. Obviously, this can be rather time-consuming, so for blogs and comics I usually read a few of the more recent ones to see if I think starting from the beginning will be worth it. This was the case with the blog Hyperbole and a Half. A facebook friend occasionally linked to entries from it, and these entries made me happy. I particularly liked the one about the Alot. So the next time I was bored, I went back to the first entry so that I could read it all. Unfortunately, this decision has made me very mad at the author of Hyperbole and a Half.

I didn’t have a problem for a while with the entries in the beginning. They weren’t great, but I am well aware that it takes people a while to get into the swing of things. Then I became aware that somehow rape jokes were creeping into the entries. Number 6 on her list of awesome things in life involves a fantasy where her boyfriend leaves her for a centaur, and she confronts the centaur to tell it that she is going to rape her boyfriend because he is “rightfully [hers].” No. Just no. Your boyfriend is rightfully his own, and the last thing that’s going to make him want to be yours is committing a horribly violent and traumatising act on him. This is not funny. This is where I got pissed off enough to stop reading, though I had started to get uncomfortable around the time of her “mandatory sex party” meme, which was essentially, “what if there were parties that pretended to be birthday parties or whatnot, but once you arrived, you were told you had to have sex?” Although the initial mention of this read more as a description of panic of her arrested teenager self, the followup had the definite feel of “wouldn’t it be hilarious to spread this and be the authorities on mandatory sex parties?” Again, no. Just because you’re not using the word rape does not make this any less of a rape joke. We are talking about people being tricked into a situation and being forced to have sex.

For both of these subjects, I perused the comments sections carefully, hoping for even one person to call her on it and make me less depressed about the world, but no. The comment sections were full of the usual adoration, telling her that these things are hilarious, and in some cases, building on these “jokes.” I don’t feel at all comfortable reading her blog anymore, even with my fond memories of the Alot.

4 minutes left.

Some guitar, devolving into non-sensical rambling, with a picture to make up for it

So I now own a guitar. It is a Fender Squier, and sounds amazing. It’s also blue. I’m hoping that I will figure out how to play it at some point. Today I played an E chord and was very proud of myself. Imagine, tomorrow I might learn a G chord…

Hmm…need a new topic…gah, I can’t in good conscience end the blog post with so little said. If I do, it’d be no different than a glorified facebook status.

Here comes the part of the blog where I say whatever comes into my head with no filtering. Woo, blog post, fill up the blog post. Everyday blog posts may have been a mistake. Ooh, flowers! They’re shedding more petals than they were. Maybe they got mad that I told the internet they were still all nice and pretty a month after I bought them. Maybe they thought I raised everyone’s expectations too much. Uh-oh, typo, got to fix that, dude, how fitting is it that I did a second typo on the word typo, fix that. I wonder why anyone bothers reading the Baltimore Sun anymore, it’s such a horrible newspaper. At some point I need to come up with the next Guster installment so that I can pretend to not be boring.

Okay, I’m sorry for that. Have a picture of the guitar to make up for it.


18 minutes left.

I win! (Blog Race)

So, I am very bad at writing blog posts consistently. Very, very bad. Looking back on previous ones discourages me, because I am my own worst critic. I have a friend, let’s call him John, who is also very bad at updating his blog. We just agreed to have our next entry up in a half hour. He has a head start. I am just typing whatever comes into my head. I will so win.

So this is my first blog entry of 2010. Doesn’t really seem all that special. I expect interesting things to happen in 2010, but 2009 taught me that the interesting things aren’t the ones you want to have happen. I much prefer living in the past. It’s safer. I know what’s going to happen when, and I don’t have to make any more decisions about it. 2010 is scary. I have my first ever non-open mic performance of my own songs, I’m moving…somewhere, I’m doing…who knows what? Let’s go back to 2002. I enjoyed Pokémon non-ironically then. I had a friend in the neighborhood, and I would go over to his house and we would play with his Pokémon figurines. As far as I remember, the only thing we ever talked about was Pokémon. I didn’t know anything else about him. Yay for simple, uncomplicated friendships.

There are 18 minutes before I am required to post, and so far I feel happier with what I’ve written here than any of my other entries. Thank you Amanda Palmer, for showing me that blogs do not have to be in essay format. Yes, you probably have to be famous to get people to read blog posts like this, and be liked to get people to care, but to quote Emilie Autumn, it’s not about you. It’s about me.