Old Lady Post: Colossal Fail at the Via del Mare

 Lecce 2: 0 Juventus






The awesome thing about being a District Champion Pessimist, aside from the t-shirts and free drinks, is that I'm never disappointed.  Sort of.  I guess you can expect failure and think you're prepared for failure and still be disappointed by failure.  This game sucked so bad that I stopped watching at half time and just sort of listened to the second half.   I have never bailed on a Juve match before.  Nevar.  Sorry guys.  You lost your grinta and I lost mine.

Mac says Hello

*takes a deep breath and clicks*

Hooray!  That photo is remarkable for two reasons.  First, the knitting is beautiful.  That is the Purple Bud Collins sweater in progress.  I decided to seam the front and back and knit the neckband because I'm running really low on this yarn.  I thought it I left the sleeves for last, I'd know whether I needed ore yarn by the time I finished the first sleeve.

Old Lady Post: It wasn't just a dream

  Juventus  1:0  Inter




Are you serious?   Raise your hand if you thought that beating Inter was even possible.  *looks around*  That's what I thought.  I suppose we Juventini have gotten so used to playing without real forwards and a real left back for so long that we lost sight of what our boys can do.

"Our boys."  SNORT!  Of the eleven starters yesterday, only four of them were regular starters last season.  Maybe if you either sell or bench everyone who sucks and go out and get all new players who are better, the team will achieve better results.  Who knew?

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Old Lady Post: Sardine Spam

I know this is super tardy.  I know there was another match today.  I've seen it, but I'm not sure I can trust my eyes.  There's the delicious grape, see, which may be clouding my judgment.  I'm really not convinced by the score I seem to have seen, because I'm not that lucky.  This feeling that my senses can't be trusted is intensified by the sight of Leo running around the Stadio Olimpico in his underpants.  I must be in some state of altered consciousness, because God doesn't make them that special.  Boy puts DDR to shame.

Tomorrow, when I'm sober, I shall look to see what really happened.  Until now then (see?  The brain she is not functioning properly), I bring you last weekend's match.  I can't remember much about it anyway, so it's not like my commentary would be improved by mental lucidity.  That's not a nice thing to say.  Fine.  Relative mental lucidity.  Is that better?

Cagliari 1:3 Juventus

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Another Yarn-Related Photo Dump

It was a month ago now, but I recently had a birthday.

For those of you who are new here, a birthday Chez Nous means a wicked yarn crawl.  What happens when you combine snow days, yarn crawls, startitis, and power outages?

I suck

Wow.  I am the epitome of a neglectful absentee football owner.  I called up a whole mess of Diegos after the Diego-rich Uruguayan juggernaut at the world cup FIFI World Cup 2010 (tm), and then I went back to my favorite Italians and forgot all about them.  Oh sure, I still saw Diego Forlan at Atletico Madrid, and I hoped rather than believed that Juventus would get him during the winter transfer window.  I saw Diego Godin, also at Atletico, but he's been injured a lot this year.  I remembered Diego Lugano, but he plays in Turkey and his team bombed out of Europe early so no dice.  I pretty much blew off Diego Perez, because he plays in France.


Only he doesn't.  He plays in Italy.  He transferred to Bologna FC this summer.  And I didn't notice.

Bad, bad Bunny.  He's got commie hot and he's got grinta.

He's got the Rossoblu, which I'm actually fairly fond of.

Plus, he gets to hang out nekkid in the dressing room with pretty, pretty Juan Martin Caceres.  I could smack myself.

Diego, bb, I'm sorry.  Why don't you come over here and hang out for a while with me 'n' Ale?

No Big Deal

It's 6:30 pm on Friday night.  You're hungry.  You're tired.  Tomorrow is Saturday.  On Saturday, at 10:00 am, you are expected at Mel's for craft club.  You have promised to bring food--specifically, madeleines.  You made this promise willingly and enthusiastically.  Somehow, however, you have arrived at 6:30 the night before and you have not started the madeleines.  What do you do?  WHAT DO YOU DO???

Old Lady Post: Effin' Pinks

 Palermo 2:1  Juventus

Oh.  My.  GOD!  Let's just save everyone the inconvenience of travel and the risk of injury and fucking forfeit the Palermo matches, hmm?  Yes, there

were a lot of bad calls, including two missed penalties, but CRIPES! what about all the blown chances?

I dunno man.  Is it me?  Am I cursing the squad by

wearing my Juve scarf whenever they play?  Has my bad attitude and general aura of gloom and pessimism transferred to the boys?  Does my overarching self-absorption

exhaust them to the point where they have no energy for football?  Whaiiiiiiiiiiiii?  WHY?  WHYWHYWHYWHY?  *pulls out hair*

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Photo Dump and FCDB mercato results part two

The power appears to be back, so onward.

Inspired by that stack of Knitty.com mitt patterns, and annoyed by the single ball of Rowan All-Seasons Cotton I bought because I was going to knit a blue sweater and then they went and discontinued the color, I made these:

These are nice and cushy, but they're cotton, so they stretch out of shape too soon.  Bummer.

Photo Dump and FCDB mercato results part one

Uhhhhh, I got a little startitis on my birthday and cast on a crapload of new projects, mostly from old yarn.  Now I have little piles of stuff all over and I feel like things have gotten a little out of control.  And I'm way out of date on my reporting.  Let's do a little at a time, and let's start with finished stuff.


Remember this?  I made that with two strands of Rowan Yorkshire Tweed--one dark grey and one light grey.  That led to this:  a pile of leftover yarn.  Ye Olde Yarne.   Even when enhanced by Kirby....

......It haunted me.  I tried to use it up.  I made mittens, I made socks, I made another pair of mittens.  I still had three balls of dark grey left.  I also had a stack of patterns for mitts from Knitty.com.  The patterns all wanted worsted weight and the Yorkshire Tweed is sport weight and then I remembered that if I knit with two strands, I get worsted weight.  That was all I needed to hear.  I took one ball and divided by half and joined each half to one of the whole balls and LO! I now had two balls that could combine into one skein of worsted weight yarn.  But was it enough?  I went back to the scale, weighed one of the balls, calculated the yardage and......YES!  It was enough.  So I made these:

And now the offending grey yarn is gone.  Totally and completely gone.

And now my power is cycling on and off, so I'm going to just post this as is and finished later.  Cheers!