I live in the country. Until about a month ago, I had dial-up. Now, for anyone who have to put up with this because they find themselves outside the serviced area, you’ll understand me when I say that watching a two-hour info-mercial on the Sham-Wow is better than trying to pay your Bell bill. I used to sit at my computer with my knitting because I knew I was guaranteed to get at least two rows in before the page was loaded. And, by a “page”, I don’t mean one that contains nice, colorful pictures (like a knitting site loaded with patterns and yarns, etc). No, I mean just my Bell bill. It honestly made me all kinds of cranky.
Now, a new day has dawned. I have high-speed. Unfortunately, I can’t stay off the computer. You know how it was when you first got Internet? Or, when you discovered ICQ (I think that’s what it was called. You know – the equivalent of MSN’s grand-father). I know I was addicted. It was nothing to stay up way past my bedtime “chatting” with people I would never meet, just because the concept of IMing someone in another country was too cool. Well, it’s happening again. I think the first night, I went on Knitty.com and Ravelry.com and just looked at all the pretty pictures… for hours. I just couldn’t peel myself away.
I love the fact that I can look up a knitting book, a pattern, or a stitch I’m curious about. I can finally watch knitting instructional videos in my PJ’s. I used to have to do all this at work on my lunch. Can you imagine? I once tried to load a video on how to do a provisional cast on. I think it must have taken about 3 hours to load the bloody thing. I was so mad that I ended starting a new project just because I didn’t want to wait anymore. Piss on that!!!
All this new technology! What shall I do? There aren’t enough hours in the day for me to look at all the “knitterly” things I come across.
See? Past my bedtime. I should have been working on my Memère’s shrug!!! I’m a bad grand-daughter!!!!! I only have about four inches left. Maybe I’ll get some done at the dentist’s tomorrow. (I hate needles in my mouth and I have cavities. Yikes! Honestly… I think I would rather get my left nipple pierced!)
