although I’d been playing the odds and wasn’t really worried.
But it’s good to know for sure that the cat that sank its needle fangs through your heavy jeans and deep into your calf muscle while its claws mauled your hand in a frenzied ball of muscle, bone and very pointy, pointy rage was not afflicted with a disease that will slowly eat your brain.
The rest of that story, and this week, has not been so woo-hoo, although it all ends well depending on your perspective.
We went after Crivvie with the Furminator today, as it’s been a long while. This was all from just one side…and no trick photography here, the hairball is bigger than her head (not including needlenose however).
Despite the ‘crazy eyes’ look in the pic, she loves it.
She actually has a type of undercoat, which is kind of unusual for greyhounds. It’s quite soft, but short staple, so perhaps someday I’ll dehair it and blend it with some cashmere or somesuch. Mom would have got a kick out of that.
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I was cruising around looking for fabric (I may not sew worth a damn, but I’ve got the stash impulses) and saw this: Knitmare On Elm Street. Might make for a cute knitting bag fabric or needle case.
ETA: when I googled for a better closeup of the knit pirates fabric, I found Alison of Blue Blog’s cool bags.
Speaking of stashing, Nick and I went up to Ashland yesterday and I stopped in at Fabric of Vision. It’s a small shop, but packed with good stuff, and the owner was really nice and very helpful. I bought In Stitches and Sew What! Skirts, and a yard and a half of fabric with which to make a fairly simple A line skirt. I was just checking out etsy, and look, here’s the fabric!
The fabric reminded me of my Grammy Kitchel, something she might have as curtains at the La Jolla house.
Our amazing sheepy bed has arrived (pics in the next post, I promise) and I thought it might be neat to make organic sheets and a duvet for the bed. I googled organic fabric and found NearSea. Wow.
They have a nice selection and good prices of organic and plant dyed yarn as well. I built a shopping cart of about $600, for fabric alone.
Then I bookmarked it and walked away. Thankfully, the cart was not saved. When I have come to my senses, I will return and build another cart.
I, uh, still need to unpack my sewing machine though.
We haven’t been up to much, but we’ve been taking lots of pictures of the notmuchness.
Belu and Crivvie got into it at the fence line in the backyard when they heard the neighbors dog RIGHT THERE ON THE OTHER SIDE OMG! And they got excited and the only one there to take out the excitement on…was the other one.
Belu put a teeny little nip in Crivvie’s shoulder (unusual restraint for her, really, but we’re almost positive she started it. Because she always starts it. And even when she doesn’t, it’s her fault. Now you see why we shouldn’t have kids.) and Crivvie decided to teach her a lesson by putting her head in her mouth.
The long scratch down Belu’s side and one of the little booboos on her forehead seen in the flickr set is from an earlier Peanut Butter Cookie Bag Incident at my grandmother’s.
Unattended bag of peanut butter cookies while packing + two bitches adjusting to new temporary environment = bitches be scufflin’.
(The other booboo in the album (on my foot) was from when I was sleeping and Belu was sleeping, and she had her head underneath my feet under the covers in the bed and then some dipstickbrained but adorable foster dog decided to jump onto Libélula.
Who, me? A dipstickbrain? Wha?
Libélula defended herself by tearing out a chunk from the pad of my forefoot. It hurt. But it happened ages ago, you can bearly see any difference in the foot now.)
Last thing about dog health–we took Belu to the vet because she’d been limping for more than a week for what should have been no big deal. The vet thinks she bruised the cartilage in her shoulder and that we need to keep her calm and inactive for six weeks.
Six weeks!
Six weeks without walkies and frisbee and she may damn near kill us all.
So if I don’t blog for a while, you’ll know what happened. Or we’ve just been busy. Or not feeling like blogging. Whatevah.
Nick’s been growing a nose neighbor! But he shaved it last night, so, it is no more, le sigh. But we thought it was as funny as it was itchy, so we made a montage of Nick doing sexy model faces.
Funny though that his sexy model face looks a lot like his stoopid tired/stoopid drunk face.
And, we’ve started up flying again. With the prep of the move, vagaries of the weather and limited availability of our instructor for certain things that had to be ticked off our school’s list, we opted not to stress ourselves out racing for the finish.
So, yesterday, we took an area familiarization ride/checkout with one of our new FBO’s instructors. They only use a Skyhawk for training, not the 152 like we’re used to, but it’s just like flying a bigger, more powerful pig.
Click to visit the photoset of yesterday’s flight (there’s great pics of bird poop, Mt. Shasta, and Jo Alice’s house!)
The Skyhawk has 4 seats though, so it meant I got to ride in the back seat and take pictures while Nick got the hot seat yesterday, and I did it today. But from now on, our lessons are solo lessons.
Nick took pictures today, and I got to land on a gravel runway! Wheee! It was greenish with all the mossy winter wetness growth. (Nick updated the flickr page, mine start after the pic of him and Vern in front of the Skyhawk.)
It is simply gorgeous here and the weather’s been wonderful.
So, small town life is not without its big city hazards, that is to say, the crazy busybody old man who wants to know what it is you are packing, and then without listening to your answer, tells you that it is ILLEGAL to send in the mail what you are sending, that it is a CHEMICAL and there are LAWS and it will EXPLODE! And so on and such forth.
For the curious, it was a gallon bottle of Fibermaster, a scour discontinued by Louet. It is lovely and the continued availability of it will be missed.
But it will not explode. Not unless you attach some dynamite to it. I just shook my head and politely disagreed, and I am coming to believe that the nicer you are to mean people, the more egged on to @ssholery they are.
But what is to be gained by being mean as well? Perhaps a shorter conflict, but a hell of a bad taste in your mouth. And I try to only put good tasting things in my mouth and keep anger and bile out. Trying. Complaining on a blog feels like a very clichéd and sneaky way of circumventing that hippy goal though.
Speaking of being hippies and trying to be better about putting our money where our mouth is and supporting local etc., we bought a bed (and frame)! You walk into this shop and smell delicious sheepiness and it’s all over, no other mattress will do.
We’d just been in Black’s Furnishings (Yreka’s furniture store) and bought a leather couch, pretty close to our idea of what we wanted, close enough I think that we’ll be happy with it for a long long time. We’ve been wanting leather furniture for ages, they’re better for Nick’s asthma, comfortable and easy to clean. We’ll keep it covered in blankets though because the dogs can be rough on furniture, what with their nails and stealing milkshakes. Blankets can be washed easily, upholstery just sucks up the dander, even with our carpet cleaner.
Anyway, Crivens likes it.
We had thought about ordering a furniture set, finding exactly what we wanted.
Turns out, Crate and Barrel makes exactly what we wanted. But this is still not the world where we will pay that much for furniture…even when we tell ourselves that it will last us twenty or more years…
And it turns out, we really needed a couch. Crivvie was peeved when we gave away her couch (our only couch) before moving, and the movers didn’t show up when we had been told to expect them–turns out we could have stayed nearly a week longer visiting our families, no big deal, right?–so we’ve been eating our meals hunkered on the floor.
Of course, the couch doesn’t really solve this since the dogs have taken it over, but it’s nice to have a cushy place to set your tuchus now and again. I really look forward to the rest of our furniture joining us.
Hey since I took so long to post this, our furniture arrived yesterday! Yay!
Anyway, back to the mattress/bed topic.
We’d just been in Black’s basement trying out their beds and mattresses. The Simmonseseseseses are very nice, but with that crazy pillowtop, how the heck do you get sheets that fit and stay on?
Plus, Nick and I, somehow, are hard on mattresses. And I don’t mean that in any flip “hehrheh, knowwhatAhmean?” wink, wink, nudgenudge way (well, not completely); I really don’t understand how two people who aren’t overweight manage to make such fancypantz mattresses as we’ve had get lumpy so quick.
We tried these fancy mattresses made of plastic and steel and I wondered how long they would last, really.
We were steered toward the Tempurpedic. I laid down on it and nearly freaked out.
Every time you lay down, or move, there’s this slight sinking shift. Which is what they want I guess, because according to the salesman you sink down to a level and then that’s it and everything’s even and your spine is in alignment with the spheres. Anyway, that weird motion without motion thing reminded me of that motion shifting of perception after lying down when you’re really sick.
I really don’t like that feeling.
Then there was that little discussion of “offgassing.“
We’d already called Shepherd’s Dream from home and Montague is the next town over, so they were our next stop.
And we laid down in the demo bed amidst all the sheepy smell, and it just felt like a good bed. Nothing fancy but a bed without chemicals, made locally and from locally raised sheep and processed conforming to organic principles. Any offgassing won’t be from the bed itself.
So there’s a saga for buying a bed, who knew there was so much to say about it?
But all the things we’re buying now in this frenzy of economy stimulation are things we’ve been waiting on, planning on.
For about four years now, anything big that’s needed replacing has been put off, and now we’re in what is basically a practice house. We bought a washer and dryer. Wow. A very nice washer and dryer. So they darn well better last. They are both supposed to be very energy and water efficient though. But slow. I’m kind of missing our old rental ones with three settings. Nostalgia, eh, whatcha gonna do?
On a different topic, I got the chance to meet up with my new friends, the Siskiyou Spinners and Knitters, or at least some of them.
Everyone was very nice and friendly. I didn’t have my wheel yet as it was Tuesday and the movers didn’t come until Wednesday, but I took my knitting and enjoyed chatting and watching, and finished the collar of my sweater. I still need to do the bottom rib, so no pictures yet, and it might be a while with all the unpacking we’ve to do.
I was blown away by the beautiful paint job of Jo Alice’s s17 though, created by her daughter:
I just can’t imagine anything more perfect.
And on another note:
It’s Tahoe’s birthday! Yay! Our little firstborn bastard son is seven today!
We may go on a little walk later, but Belu is still limping from some mystery accident (we heard a thump on the stone tile floor in the middle of the night and now she’s limping. So, not much of a mystery really. ) and Crivvie just stopped limping from the Jackrabbit Incident.
We were walking in a field and a guy walking his dogs around a neighboring hill flushed a big, fast Jack across our path.
Thus we discovered that Crivvie actually does have some prey drive, and she got pretty close.
But the wily Jack led them up and around a hill which had a lot of volcanic rock, and we got them back with cuts all over. Tahoe had blood dripping from his chin, so he may have biffed it or run the Jack into a hole out of sight. We’ll never know, since none of those involved in the incident are talking.
Most of the damage was self inflicted because of their double suspension gait and the interference, so I think we’ll have to get muttluks (or similar, if someone out there has experience with dog booties I’d love to hear opinions–I like the long liner cuff of the muttluks but it looks like the ruffwear booties fit well) with those long cuffs to protect their legs, and the paw coverings will also help them from knocking the tops of their toes.
Since Tahoe is white, his wounds looked most dramatic:
But we took them home and washed their wounds in a tub full of warm soapy water, and after all was revealed to be relatively minor despite all the blood, sprayed them with WoundKote, and let them be.
No one had any wounds that needed stitching, or breaks, thank goodness, although Crivvie’s limp worried us for a bit. But nothing was broken, or even very hot, so we let it go. She had really gouged the heck of the back of that front leg, and had a cut on the edge of that pad, so that may have been the cause.
Amazingly, that was the only cut pad out of the whole deal, and she’s done worse to her pads playing on the deck at home.
And since Tahoe had run up to a bloated looking fox terrier-type at dog beach the Sunday night before the movers came to say “hi” and got a bite in the side as a reward, we already had an anti-licking cone and him on precautionary antibiotics.
So we’d been putting the cone on whoever seems to find theirself most delicious at the moment.
And hoping this is the end of dog injuries for a while. Dogs are such fast healers though, everybody’s nearly a hundred percent again, except for Belu’s limp.
And Belu bit her tongue during the Jack Incident. Which made a nice change from her biting Tahoe or Crivens or me or Nick’s juicy upper thigh, even if by accident.
Yep, they’re like big cats. With twice the affection. And [generally speaking] none of the psychosis.
(BTW, that’s a joke)
Greyhounds are the bestest. And racing is evil.
You should see the condition these dogs come in in, ticks even in their ears, all over their scrotums (scrotii?), ticks and fleas everywhere, full of worms (even nose worms!) and so skinny. Multiple fractures sometimes, or just simple breaks left untreated for “about a month.” Badly wrapped breaks that reek like rotting meat when you unwrap them. And these are just the ones we get. So many just disappear, or “fall off the registry.”
Uh, anyway.
Does anyone know of a good place to get rawhides in bulk inexpensively? We stock up when Costco carries them but they haven’t for a while and we’re out at the GAC Kennel. I spent $65 on rawhides on Friday at Petsmart and they’re nearly gone already– those 4 inch rolls go quick when you’ve got 30 dogs chewing away and getting the plaque off their teeth. They have to be the white ones, not compressed, and preferably American because sometimes there are really nasty chemicals in the others. I checked Smart & Final and no joy there either. They love the rolled rawhides best, 6-10″. heh, heh.
Anyway, give me a heads up if you know of a local source with really good prices.
A week ago, I stepped off the curb while unloading the car and managed to put my left foot wrong. It did a crazy 90° angle to the leg thing and went CRACK! Fast trip to Nausea City and later, Cankle Town. Whee.
Check out the blood pooling/swelling and bruising –
The flash kind of flattens out the bruising colors but looking at my ankle made me feel really squicked out. Here’s what it usually looks like:
I did cancel what I had to do that afternoon, and iced it, but the next day there was too much stuff to cancel so I put it in a hiking boot. It’s stiff in the morning, but otherwise fine.
Anyway, that’s my big news.
Whee.
If I was a better blogger I would have shaved my ankles before Nick took those pics. It’s definitely time for the waxer; it’s getting on bikini season and when I look down thereI see this.
I’m pretty sure that’s not sexy. Nick is a real trooper.
Snuggly symmetry.
It’s The Big Bunny’s birthday today and we’re just taking it easy and having a mellow day. He had to work last night and has to work tonight, but today is a day for snoozly love.
Knitting and spinning
I’ve been in a bit of a knitting/spinning funk. I zoomed through pieces of Sophie’s Kai Cabled Sweater, but stalled out because of a Realisation. Yes, the yarn shortage epiphany. I’ve been making it longer, since she’s a baby Amazon, and I think that barring a miracle, I don’t have enough yarn to finish the other sleeve and collar.
I won’t be short by much, but I’m pretty darn sure I’ll be short…so I’ve stalled out, as if delaying it will deny it entirely.
So I’ve been knitting on a sock for my Sockapalooza pal. A bit. I’ve had a really good run of one-day books (you know, the ones you end up reading all in one day, sometimes even at stoplights) lately though, and strangely, my reading has been almost themed.
The Book Thief (the story itself is riveting, but the “Death” narrator kind of brings a big disconnect, breaks up the flow, and is kind of a cheezy melodramatic hook the story could have done well without). A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian–funny, charming, frustrating, sad, and utterly enjoyable, you can see everything. Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress–gripping with beautiful imagery. And in here as well, various pickups and putdowns of Everything is Illuminated and The Russian Debutante’s Handbook, which are certainly fun, but just haven’t managed to grab me like the others, haven’t been one dayers. In all of these, totalitarian regimes are nearly a character themselves.
I finally read I Married Adventure. Wow. What a charming book, and a bit of a time capsule. You know that part in King Kong with the scary natives? They lived that. (link is to Amazon and a version with a different cover. Mine is the cooler 1940 version. ;))
I picked up Khaled Hosseini’s A Thousand Splendid Suns from the library and cried my way through it on Thursday. It’s brutal and oppressive and frustrating like The Kite Runner, but there’s more hope, more love. And no anal rape. Yay.
Yesterday I read Water for Elephants, and that’s a great summer read, really fun, really sweet, but some heartbreaking parts, especially if you dwell on them.
I’ve spun a bit.
I took the Polwarth locks I bought over a year ago and carded them into rolags and spun them up.
There were a lot of pale colors, so I carded the pale like colors together for one bobbin, and the stronger colors for another bobbin. I’ve never carded more than one or two rolags at a time, never really enjoyed it before, but this was fun.
Maybe it was blending the colors, just letting it go as an experiment, so I didn’t care when my clumsy carding prep made for neps, and I spun thick and thin and let them stick out willy nilly to be tacked down later by the ply, but it was really enjoyable. I don’t think I have the discipline in prep to create consistent color blends in large amounts with handcards though, for that, I’m going to need a carder.
I spun and plied with a lot of twist (well, a lot of twist for me) but it doesn’t look like that much of an angle on the bobbin, because it is wound on under tension. (I spun the singles on my Victoria and plied with Heidi’s Joy, since my third bobbin is still with Elton the woodworker and I didn’t feel like winding off into balls.)
When released and wound onto a niddy-noddy, it looked like this:
Usually, to finish my yarns I just give them a quick wash and rinse and hang them up to dry. Sometimes I’ll full them a little bit if I want a more durable yarn, but it’s been more along the line of reasoning of “beat the cr@p out of them now so they can take a lot of cr@p later” not any consistent logic based on staple length and crimps per inch. But I read Judith MacKenzie McCuin’s article in the Summer 2007 issue of Spin-off magazine and thought I’d try out her theory (she specifically mentions Polwarth as being a weird exception to the staple length rule, so I thought it must be kismet).
So I beat the bejeezus out of this skein. Superhot water, lots of soap, cold rinses. I ended up reskeining it, because I think there was some shrinkage and some bits stuck together. Some dye came out in the water, but not much especially considering how hot the water was.
3.3 oz, 216 yards
There was considerable plumping up and fuzziness, all told. Parts that had more twist and were spun finer didn’t full in the same manner. I don’t think this is a necessary way to finish a yarn spun, but is definitely another option to finish for a certain effect.
BTW, if you haven’t seen the new Spin-off, you should definitely check it out.
The Type As of the spinning world will find the Fractal Stripe spinning article appealing, plus I liked the Yucca fiber article(s), and of course, the aforementioned finishing yarns article.
But…the first thing I turn to is always the “Your Yarns” feature, and that’s missing.
Plus, no Spinning Basics article, which is probably the second thing I look for, despite being a relatively new feature. I know they recently did a poll, so maybe I’m in the minority, but I hope these changes aren’t permanent.
Speaking of a series, here is part one in Dogs Using Toys as Pillows:
Crivens with wheels behind her, Love Monkey beneath her.
Belu appeals to the power of the Internets. “Please don’t let them wash my dirty fluffy ball!”
She loves this thing, she has it seasoned just right…which means it is well past time or it to get a wash. It used to be Crivvie’s, but we find Belu carrying it around everywhere.
It’s not that fun stuff isn’t happening, it’s just that when I sit down and bring up the post screen, there’s a distinct feeling of mehness.
So here’s the biggest most excitingest thing that’s happened in the last two weeks:
Belu bit Nick.
Belu likes to sleep behind our knees usually, and Tahoe likes to sleep in front of us, spooning with his head on the pillow or with his bottom in our faces. Because that’s adorable.
Tahoe was circling to lay down in front of Nick and Belu got tired of the jostling and snapped at him but nailed Nick’s upper thigh instead. She really didn’t mean to.
Really, she swears.
And, she claimed, “hey, it doesn’t look so bad!” But that pic is from that morning.
This pic was from a couple days later, when the tissues really had time to say, “M-therf-cker! Ow!”
Poor big bunny.
Anyway, he’s good now, but it’s at that itchy stage.
I have been knitting, but I’ve either forgotten to take a piccie or I just haven’t bothered.
Y’know. Just livin’ the life, not bloggin’ it.
Anyhoo.
Crivens is confoundingly cute.
Ooh, hey, I’m wearing the sweater I finished. Very comfy. I’m fairly happy with how it turned out but if I knit it again I’d make the arms even longer and make the arm gussets a little less wide. But it fits just like storebought, so I guess that’s good.
More Crivvie:
Closeup of the dead dog…
Also, check out this great way to use up odd balls of yarn or scraps–
I forgot to set the Skypecast to repeat, I forgot about it completely until about 7 o’clock tonight; this last week has got completely away from me. Thankfully, I’ve been keeping a dayplanner lately and so I can look back and see that, yeah, I did do stuff even if it’s all a big ocean of vague with the odd islands of memory now.
Here’s how lame I am though, I can’t figure out a quick way to grab everybody’s e-mails from the comments who said they were interested in participating, so I set up an announcement list –dreamhost.com’s webpanel makes that about a minute’s work v. going through all the comments and cutting and pasting people’s addresses and then accidentally closing the window and then starting all over and…anyway, if you want to give the Skype SnB thing a try next week, please hit this thing up:
Hopefully that’ll work.Needless to say, the only mail you’ll get from that is the confirmation e-mail and the actual announcements themselves with the link to go to to join the Skypecast, no organ enlargement spam or hot stock tips from this direction, I promise.Also, if anyone savvier with Skype knows how to get a permanent link for the SnB so I don’t have to bother with setting it to repeat and send out e-mails, please give me a shout.
Spinning and Knitting
I finally got a chance to get to Stick and Stone Fiberarts in Van Nuys. We were up in Riverside for a wedding and drove down to check it out and meet up with a fun couple we met in Guanajuato who live in the L.A. area.It’s a great little shop, with a nice selection of fibers out and fondle-able, including Chasing Rainbows and unprepared camel down. So much beautiful stuff, including this lovely Kundert spindle.
I’d spun on one briefly before–MJ’s–and the lines of it stuck in my head. It’s light and pretty and spins purty durn good. When I got it home I started spinning up some of the 80s merino/tencel blend I’d painted, but I still need to ply it. Heather helped me out pulling the yarn off at the Whistlestop (it all fell off in a wad) to make a skein and I’ll eventually get to it.
Oh my gosh. I’m watching showtime and they just showed an ad for This American Life, premiering March 22nd. And they have a freaking series for Henry VIII. I am so mad that Mom is gone, she would have got such a kick out of those.
So I traveled for 21 days and this is all the knitting I have to show for it. My excuses:
mostly I can do it by feel, no problem, but when the scenery is really interesting / the road is really curvy / I was in class / walking (I can knit and walk, yes, and sometimes I did, but most times I’d rather enjoy the moment wholly for the wonderful experience it was)
So, by the end of our expected month long vacation, I expected to have a sweater to wear on the plane ride home. Instead, we came home early because the worst possible thing we never expected happened, although I wouldn’t have made the finished sweater goal anyway. For some reason, I couldn’t give much of a crap about that.
I still have the second sleeve on the needles and I knit on it when I just NEED something to knit, but I’ve been knitting on more fun, worsted weight and unphotographed things lately.
More spinning
Pin drafted pencil roving moorit merino and angora blend fiber, (unknown percentages) 4 oz. I bought this from Flying Colors Ranch (Robin Snyder) way back when the Cuyamaca Water Gardens had that very small fiber fest.
a more attractive picture of this fun fiber
I’ve been trying to spin with more twist so that when I ply I can have a greater angle of twist.
Usually my singles are really low twist and my plied yarns, while soft and lofty and squishy, aren’t tightly plied. But I’ve come to the conclusion that I live a high abrasion lifestyle, so more twist is needed. Plus, with this stuff being so fine, it turned out great. Of course it’s angora blend so it’ll poof out no matter what.
Crivvie Interlude
I hope Crivvie had half as much fun here when Mom was staying here with the dogs, Crivvie’s goofiness is happy-making.
More Spinning
I finally got around to busting out the scale, the lazy kate, and the ball winder and dividing the remaining 80s merino I’d dyed up so long ago.
My desk is such a mess. I’ll edit all these later with yarn measurements & so on; I’ve misplaced the original scraps of paper I wrote them down on.
I ended up with a fair amount of single leftover so I ran it through to add more twist, then plied it with itself with a lot of twist, then plied it again in the opposite direction to make a cabled yarn I feel pretty “meh” about.
There’s not much of it so it’ll be the stripe of something.
It’s a good exercise though for me with plying: to practice focus, and to be watchful of the effects. It’s pretty hard darn near impossible to make a good looking cabled yarn if the single isn’t consistently spun, but since I had spun this to be a three ply and I like a little variation in my singles (why spend time handspinning if it’s going to look machine spun?) my variations in thickness and twist weren’t a good base for a cabled yarn.
I like to practice anyway, by adapting the amount of twist in the plying process to each section–that’s where the focus comes in. In some parts you can see I got it all right, in others I needed more twist.
Here’s a favorite family photo:
It’s not the greatest scan, but in it you can see my Grandmother, my brother (two years old[?] at the time [he’s eleven years my senior]), my Aunt Dian, my Uncle Deke sporting the pimpin’est pair of trousers, my Mom, and my Dad, who was apparently anxious to return to his yachting cocktail party when this pic was snapped.
Skype is free, unless you want to use it to call land lines, in which case it’s still really cheap, you just buy credit or sign up for their plan. It’s cheaper for us to use Skype for our long distance. With our digital phone service from Cox it costs nearly $2 a minute to talk to Madrid, which can be a major bummer.
We had Best Buy store credit, so I got a Logitech laptop specific headset that has great sound quality, but it isn’t wireless which is kind of a bummer. But if you have a Bluetooth headset for your cell you can use it with Skype.
But if you don’t have/want Bluetooth and are looking for a headset, there are tons out there. I’ve read that the headsets for gaming systems work just fine too (and the PS2 one is really cheap from Amazon).
And I suck because while I was originally thinking about last night for a Skypecast SnB, I wasn’t feeling it. For some reason, comments on the last post weren’t being forwarded by e-mail, so I just shrugged and thought, “meh.” But I see there was some interest. Oops. I didn’t have the Skypecast listed and was just going to send out the link to people, but instead,just click here. If we have a problem with privacy or weirdos (besides Mary-Kay ;p -mwah!- besos!) we can change the location and e-mail it out to the Normals.
So next week, Tuesday night 6.15 pacific, which means 7.15 mountain, which means 8.15 central, which means 9.15 eastern, which means 2.15am Wednesday morning Zulu time. A duration of 3 hours, so there should be plenty of time to come in and out of the conversation. I’ll have my cr@p together better next week (I hope).
