Crash and stash

This morning I glanced at the front page of the paper and thought I must be looking at an old one. The Oscar nominations were announced a few days ago, right? No, that was yesterday.

Now, you might grant me such a mistake seeing as talk of who would be nominated for the Academy Awards has been going on since September or the beginning of creation, whichever came first. Needless to say, the blurring of time continues.

After another screening of another horrid film, I returned home last night for the daily ritual of fulminating in my car about my parking space being taken. I've given up on fighting that aggravation and counter it with exasperated muttering to myself while I drive to the city lot.

I settled in to watch some TV and knit. I made it through American Idol, meaning I watched it all and endured it. I have reservations about comedy based in humiliation and cruelty, but I confess to getting some satisfaction when the judges take the wind out of some contestants' sails. Jung would say such a response comes from the shadow self. Maybe. Or it could be that by now I expect anyone going on there ought to know what they're in for and are desperate for a fleeting moment of fame, even if it means being the butt of the joke. The entertainment of wretched singing and dancing can be a slog, though. This audition show was only an hour, but it was the fifth hour, plus two more tonight. It gets old after awhile. Onto Hollywood and the real competition, say I.

I thought about watching Veronica Mars, which fills the spot where I had a childhood love of Encyclopedia Brown and Agatha Christie books (honestly), but I have to be an active viewer during it. Since I didn't want to stop knitting, I turned off the TV and listened to The Shins' new album instead. My one-listen verdict: good but nothing spectacular.

I should finish Noel's scarf tonight, which means I'll be ready to begin Donna's. I'm going to try something I haven't done before. Nothing complicated, at least I hope not, but something that will provide a small challenge. As with the other scarf I just finished, I'm going to avoid posting photographs until they've reached their intended recipients so as to leave an element of surprise intact.

In lieu of WIP and FO pictures, here's a view of my stash in its 15 quart container. (It's just the start, isn't it?) That mess of dark blue yarn on the righthand side has some nasty knots in it that make it unusable until or if I can untangle it. The yellow yarn you might recognize from my practice piece. Perhaps I should work with it before diving into my plans for Donna's scarf, but what fun would that be?