Well, it’s been a busy couple of days. Sort of. I got a little tired of Forecast getting practically nowhere, and due to a certain financial problem I was unable to buy myself the right size dpn’s for the sleeves, so… I did as I always do, and started something new.

I decided on this vest-thing. Also, I’m much better off knitting this right now, since I’ll be too big for regular cardigans in a couple of months and the vest is sort of bolero-length instead. It turns out the vest-thing makes wonderful TV knitting, especially after I got my contacts this Thursday and was actually able to make out the characters’ faces without squinting. (I love my contacts.)

Yup, that’s the Dallas season three DVD that’s peeking out from underneath the creepy acrylic piece of knitting (from this cheap acrylic stash yarn) that’s destined to one day become the (hopefully) quite lovely and very practical vest. I had just finished the Who Shot J.R.? episode and was about to replay the last ten minutes of it for my boyfriend, who had missed that crucial part of the intrigue (I keep him updated), when this evil, evil piece of equipment decided to develop a mind of its own:

(Doesn’t it look evil to you?)

It stopped working. It just stopped. It won’t play my Dallas DVDs anymore. (Well, it won’t play anything anymore, but I wouldn’t be nearly as upset had this happened during, say, uh, anything but my darling Dallas.)

I’m sure it’s the acrylic yarn that finally pushed the DVD over the edge. It probably would have survived much, much longer had I used the alpaca the vest pattern originally called for.

Fortunately, there’s a computer here that my boyfriend promises will play my precious little babies, but it’s just not the same. It doesn’t have a remote, for one. I think we’ll be getting a cheap new DVD player very, very soon.

No pictures today because the camera is located a whopping three feet away from me, on the desk, and I’m too darn lazy to pick it up and supply the world with more pictorial knitting spam.

Anyway… I’m not usually the kind of person who has the patience to sit through entire movies and actually watch them. I’m more of a TV show girl — 45 minutes matches my attention span perfectly. But tonight, I was pleasantly surprised by Walk the Line, which my better half rented. I actually did nothing of the following during 2 hours and 13 minutes:

- knit obsessively;
- sneak out of the room and telephone a friend or family member;
- surf the Net with laptop in my lap (I actually shut it down!);
- read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (or any other book for that matter);
- scatter old knitting pattern books around the room and look for something to knit after I’ve finished 2781 WIPs;
- play extremely addictive Tetris-type online games while pretending to watch the movie; or
- fall asleep.

Notice, especially, the first and last items on this list. I’ve been a good girl tonight.

Oh, and the movie was really good; I liked it. Joaquin Phoenix’s (in the role of Johnny Cash) singing wasn’t too awful — nothing like the real thing, of course, and often quite out of tune — but tolerable.