So, two-plus inches of knitting after turning the heel and progressing onto the foot of my sock, I'm suddenly suspicious that I knit one less pattern repeat on the leg of the second sock than I did on the first one. Actually, I'm almost sure of it, but I'm holding off on ripping it out until I can go home and compare the two socks.

*sigh* I was so proud of myself for how far along it was.

. . . and I had tally marks and EVERYTHING. But apparently four is too big a number to count to.


Dear internet, please post this.
For that matter, because continue to have enough of a trickle of life to distract me for the next two hours.

What with the whole PREPARING TO GO TO ZAMBIA thing (I leave for orientation on Thursday), this is an issue of relevance for me. A printout of this webpage is going to live semi-permanently with my knitting stuff (and I'm not sure that I won't buy an extra set of Size 1 needles at the yarn store on Wednesday, just to be safe, in case someone decides to confiscate mine, or they break, or something.

But for your reference: http://www.tsa.gov/travelers/airtravel/assistant/editorial_1252.shtm

It doesn't say anything about sewing needles or safety pins, though. Luckily none of my imminent projects need stitch markers, so I guess they can live in the checked baggage.

CMoore has parrots. I had no idea. They aren't what one usually thinks of with parrots; not the two-foot-tall, so-bright-it's-violent-plumage birds. Instead, they are slightly taller than my hand is long, with green-and cream plumage and a bit of yellow, plus an orangey or black head (and if you're saying, "um, I would call that bright," they don't have any blue or red). They burble and chitter cheerfully. It makes a change from the hum and rumbles of computers and various other pieces of hardware.

I have decided that I much prefer boring shifts, if yesterday was an example of interesting. We don't seem to have enough people working in the labs, so that there isn't a second person if you need to run out and do something. I needed to bring a laptop over to Seelye, and grabbed the wrong keys (keys had been one part of the "this is the CMP" lecture that was apparently forgotten), and then got locked out. Worse, the keys did fit the door - they just refused to turn. And poor Ellie2 was already practically pulling her hair out because the laptop I brought over was the fifth laptop she had tried for a classroom support job where they were watching a movie. Me being locked out didn't help her blood pressure, I'm sure.
So we waited for Public Safety to come unlock the door. The rest of my shift was boring, and I was quite thankful.
Of course, I suppose the parrots are interesting, too, and I don't mind those.

As for classes, both Educational Psychology and Sex and the Medieval City (my Spanish class) look like they'll be quite interesting. The only unusual thing there was that the Spanish prof asked me not to knit in class. Not because it bothered her, but because she'd had trouble in the past with it bothering other students but them not saying so. I was a little freaked out when first thing she asked to see me after class, but then it was just about the knitting.
I suppose that if someone knitted noisily, that might be annoying, but I have a nice set of bamboo needles (swiped from my mother - that is, she needed the size nine needles I was using, and when she gave me some back, she gave me the bamboo because the others were holding her knitting together), and they're very quiet. It seems strange to me, but I don't need to knit in class.
Have you ever been bothered by people knitting in one of your classes? Or knitted in class and had people be bothered by it?