Mossy Cottage Knits

PlayStation: 1, Ryan: 0

Sometimes I can be truly pathetic. Witness last night. The Mysterious K was invited to a baseball game by Pasticcio Patti so TMK and I made a deal: I would spend the evening at her house, I would dog-sit and, in return, I could use the Playstation. (Not that she hoards the Playstation in a Scrooge-ish manner or dusts it for fingerprints whenever she leaves the house for a few minutes. It's just that we usually play it together; it's a relationship "thing." I do, however, have one crappy, low-tech RPG game that she has no interest in and that I play on occasion when she's not around.)

What this meant was I spent from 8 p.m. to 11 p.m. figuring out how to get the game started. Three hours, people, with an occasional break for a shower, some curry, and the call of nature. Had you been a casual observer, at one point you would have seen me staring hopefully and eagerly at what looked like a very promising blue screen while holding in my hands every remote control--four, I think--that I could find. But, no, none of the million tiny, black, rubbery buttons--and I pressed them all--did the trick. I did manage to turn on and off (and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off) all of the other mysterious black boxes stacked on her entertainment center and somehow I managed to set her TV sleep-timer to 180 minutes but, no, the game never started, no little figures started to march across the screen, no gold, armor or general bling was collected, no loathsome swamp creatures were massacred.

In my defense, TMK had told me to press some button, somewhere that said "Video." And when she came home and I whined pitifully at her about my three hours wasted and about how I had held up my end of the bargain by feeding and watching the dog and how I did not get to play my video games and how she owed me, she pointed at a button on the TV remote control that very clearly said..."Input." Video. Input. Video. Input. Nope, not the same word, not even remotely (pardon the pun).

As promised, here is the pattern for the seamless Avalanche Vest (it's in pdf format). Warning: This pattern was written by someone who knows just enough to be dangerous. Although I had a mountain of help from my knitting senseis, I still recommend that you treat every bit of it with great skepticism. I had a great time writing the pattern, though, and intend to knit these little vests until my ears bleed.

Which reminds me. I do not, I repeat, do not believe in horoscopes or any of that astrological mumbo-jumbo. That does not mean, however, that I'm not occasionally, um, sucked in which is why I know that yesterday's Yahoo horoscope for Aquarius said:

"Creating new things will bring you an exceptional level of satisfaction right now."

Huh.

Posted by Ryan at September 13, 2006 03:27 PM