Oh.

This is purportedly the Shatner scene that got cut from Trek XI.

And suddenly, just like that, I can see the closeness of their relationship. It amuses me that it is so ingrained that even new Trek writes it that way and that there are . . . Shatneresque . . . pauses . . . written directly in the script.

*bleary stare*

I'm tired and dry-eyed and trying my hardest to become one with my chair, but I thought I'd post something anyway.
I'm working on a gorgeous cardigan. It's going to take a lot of sweat and tears (frogged five times in 24 hours), but I like it so much that I'm willing to overlook the amount of abuse it will inflict. Isn't it pretty? However, the pattern itself is poorly written and extremely confusing. I've finally gotten about three inches of length on the back, but the armhole shaping is what's worrying me.

I'm going to try to update with some sort of regularity for this one. We shall see.

PS: I've had the stupid 80s song "Come On Eileen" stuck in my head since 10 am. I've listened to the actual thing a couple dozen times now. Will. Not. Leave. *grump*

White Sauce

I made a white sauce today. However, that is not so important. What is important is that I didn't know roux is the base for a white sauce. What is very important is that I made a roux today. And now I'm excited for further adventures in roux. (Not further adventures to rue.)

Blurg.

*grumble grumble* Being an English major sucks balls. I have to read lengthy works in insane periods of time. Beowulf in two nights, Faerie Queene in four, and now Utopia in three. And people wonder why I have no life. One day, you will find me mummified in my room, literature in my lap and crocheted mess trailing to the floor.