Domknitrix Knitting

At some point you reach the end of a project. Especially with lace like things, you are left with a misshapen, lumpy thing. Looking like something that a particularly large flamingo exhumed, there is a need to block knitting, to illustrate to it, firmly, what sort of a shape you intended it to be, before the willy-nilly decreases. (It's for a friend. She doesn't know she's getting it. Don't tell her.)

There are no photo's of the washing. You will have to rest assured it happened. The camera is expensive, and it does not inspire matrimonial concord when you drop it into the sink. . . .

The beginning of the drying process. It's high tech. You can see a corner of the Very Big, Very Fuzzy, Very Pink Thing (VBVFVPT). There is a mastiff hanging over the chair, wondering if this process will involve food.





See, I told you the drying process was high tech. . . .






And in order to block something, you need a flat surface . . . . It will be just like sleeping next to Mr. Spit. Except that he's not pink or cold and clammy. . . . It does expand to take all the available space on that side of the bed, much like Mr. Spit (No photo of Maggie, looking very concerned about where she was going to sleep tonight)


Everything prepared for blocking. Thanks to Kuri for the loan of the wires. I meant to count the pins, you know to make sure I got them all back. Nothing says I love you and welcome home like being stabbed in the nether regions by a stick pin.





See those funny looking scallops. This is why we are blocking the VBVFVPT. Blocking hides a multitude of sins. It's a knitter's best friend.





All laid out. Getting suspiciously close to the side of the bed designated as mine. Still looking distressingly lumpy. I also discovered a dropped stitch. Remind me to fix it, would you?







With wires. Note, no scallops. . .







The second part of the high tech drying process. . . .

I'll sleep, it will dry.



Will post pictures of it when done. Really, all you need to know- it's very pink, very fuzzy, very large. Knit on needles roughly the size of lamp posts. It was hard to go back to the size one's for Anna's socks.

So tell me, any guesses on what it is?

Olympics

Dear CBC:

I'm what you might call a fan. Really. I listen to CBC radio, I get my news from CBC.ca, and if I watched TV, I would watch CBC.

So, I'm perplexed. You are showing BMX biking. Table Tennis (really, it's a sport), Badminton, Rhythmic Gymnastics (it's not a sport. It's children twirling things. I can see that at Sunday School) and Beach Volleyball. (No, not the real thing, this is an excuse to wear minimal clothing on a hot day at the beach, and they've gone and made a sport out of it).

All I want is the Equestrian events. Show jumping. Eventing and Dressage. I'll get up in the middle of the night to watch. But, you aren't showing anything. The best I can find is crummy coverage that looks like you took it from your cell phone.

I don't care if we get a medal. Honest. But I'd sure like to see someone get one. Please? Just an hour of coverage that I could watch on a TV?

A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!

Wednesday's are for Grammar

All right then. Your homework was to punctuate this sentence.

I need to go grocery shopping for a few essentials i need milk eggs bread and a skein of 100 percent cashmere for a new project dear Mr Spit said did you think I wouldn't notice the addition of your essential cashmere safeway doesn't sell wool and I have told the local yarn store to ban you from their doors

Punctuated correctly, it should look something like:

"I need to go grocery shopping for a few essentials. I need: milk eggs bread and a skein of 100 percent cashmere for a new project." "Dear," Mr Spit said, "did you think I wouldn't notice the addition of your essential cashmere? Safeway doesn't sell wool and I have told the local yarn store to ban you from their doors!"

A number of you changed the sentence to be "Dear Mr. Spit", and he will tell you that there's a good reason he likes you!

Who Gets to Post This Week's Coveted Grammar Award?




Well, blogger ate homework this week.
I remember that Excavator, Julia, Alicia, Antigone and Sweet Camden Lass participated. I think there were others. If you did legitimately do your homework, please post your award.

I also got re-submitted homework from

-JuliaS, Julia, JamieD and Sweet Camden Lass.

A stern reminder - no homework, no button. If you don't do your homework, your house will be overrun by moose, Canadian geese will poop in your shoes and the left indicator light in your vehicle will cease to work. I promise.

This Week's Lesson
Ah, this week, we get to talk about what G.V. Carey calls "The Soft Punctuation Marks". This is a short lesson, most punctuation marks just aren't that cuddly. Now, there are a few cuddly, soft punctuation marks, but the most important of all (arguably the most important mark, period!) is the comma, so the comma will comprise an entire lesson. (I hate to tell you - the apostrophe will get it's own lesson too!)

The Comma

A comma is a humble mark, but oh, so important. Upon its misplacement, Lynn Truss wrote an entire book, and spurred a grammatical revolution. Don't believe me? Consider the following joke:

A panda walks into a bar. She orders a beer and wings, drinks the beer, eats the wings, draws a gun and fires two shots in the air.

"Why?" asks the confused bartender, as the panda makes her way towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over her shoulder.

"I'm a panda", she says. "Look it up".

The bartender turns to the relevant entry and, sure enough, finds an explanation.

"Panda. Large black and white bear like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves."(1)

Important places to put the comma:

Between And, Or, But, For, Not, Yet. (2)

A co-ordinating conjunction can link two independent clauses to create a compound sentence.
Mrs.Spit was ominously quiet, so her knitting was not going well.

After an introductory phrase or an interjection.

Mrs. Spit, please stop talking.
To satisfy a craving for ice cream, Mrs. Spit drove to Marble Slab.

To separate 3 or more items in a series, or in a list.

Mrs. Spit adores: wool, cashmere, alpaca, silk and mercerized cotton.

Comma Caution(3)
Some people would punctuate this sentence as ". . . silk, and mercerized cotton". This is called an Oxford comma, and is not common in North America. It's not incorrect, but not commonly done. Mrs. Spit tends to believe that unless you were actually educated at Oxford, you shouldn't do this.

To separate adjectives in a sentence

Mr. Spit thinks Mrs. Spit is lovely, wonderful and a great cook.

Comma Caution:
In order to legitimately separate adjectives, the adjectives need to operate independently(4). This means that you can place a co-ordinating conjunction between them, move their order around or remove one, and the sentence will still make sense. In the above example I could have written lovely and wonderful and a great cook, I could move their order around, or even remove one, and the sentence would still work. Try it for yourself.

To Set Off a Non-Essential Element in a sentence

You use a comma if you are putting a bit of information in a sentence, but this information doesn't change the meaning of the sentence. You could take it out, and no one would notice. It's like a conversational aside. Place the comma's on either side of the non-essential element, to set it off.

Mrs. Spit, a celebrated hostess, is a great knitter.

To Set off Quoted Material

Use a comma to help your reader pause before reading quoted material.(5)

"Wherefore art Mrs. Spit", cried Mr. Spit.

In Dates, Numbers, Addresses

Between the month and year
In large numbers
Between the city and the province. You get the picture.

The General, All Purpose Comma

This is sort of an odd-duck. Sometimes sentences just don't make sense. I would urge you to re-write the sentence, try to break it up, make sure that you haven't misplaced or dangled your modifiers, that sort of thing. But, sometimes there is just nothing to do but throw a few commas in.(6)

Your Homework:

Yep, you saw it coming. Put comma's in the following paragraph.

"What" cried Mr. Spit. "You bought more wool. How could you? You have mounds great piles mountains of the stuff." I smugly thought to myself I have lots more knitting to do essential knitting that must be done. Knitting for babies for husbands for winners of Whinge-For-All Thursdays. Amazing knitting that everyone will treasure!

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(1) The panda says No! You'll get it if you read the book.
(2) Geeky Grammar Speak - before a co-ordinating conjunction that links independent clauses
(3) Troyka's book on Grammar (Out of print, sorry) helpfully comes up with this term to help writers avoid panda-sized fatalities.
(4) More Geeky Grammar Speak - these are technically called co-ordinate adjectives.
(5) I think this is the dumbest rule. That's why we have quotation marks. So, you know, we know that someone else is speaking. Alas, I am not the final arbitrator of comma use. But when I rule the world . . .
(6) No, I can't give you an example. I *always* write well!

My Thought Last Thursday.

George Bush.

You're a feckless thug. (or possibly, that should be "still a feckless thug")

It doesn't take much courage to insult the Chinese, while standing in Thailand.

"America stands in firm opposition to China's detention of political dissidents and human rights advocates and religious activists"

Your statement brings to mind two things.

Umm, exactly how do you stand in firm opposition? Do you refuse to buy their goods? Umm, no. Do you refuse to sell to them? Uh, well they do have Most Favoured Nation trading status. Do you refuse to travel there (because that's worked so well with Cuba, hasn't it?). Umm, no again. Oh, I know. No rice and ginger beef for you!

And, perhaps more pressingly, the Chinese own $340 billion of your debt. (That's about 20%). I realize you don't like the honourable gentlewoman from New York, but she did have a point. It's not a good idea to piss off your banker.

This group decided to protest at Tim McLean's funeral. They decided to intrude on the private sorrow and grief of a broken family, to make their wing nut point. I have to say, I don't like your religious activists. It might be helpful for you to detain a few of your own, before you criticise China for doing that. It would save wear and tear on our RCMP as we detain them for you. (No problems, your bill is in the mail. After all, the mounties always get their man!)

Just saying.

Monday Miscellany

Don't got much to say.

  • Need to go and find blocking wires for the very big, very fuzzy, very pink thing. . . I'll have pictures of it shortly.
  • I also made some good progress on Anna's socks, and on the whinge-for-all Thursday scarf.
  • Baby blanket? What on earth are you talking about. She's still gestating. I'm still knitting. I'm not sure which of us is getting more stressed. (Likely me, she doesn't know it's coming. . .)
  • I still can't dial the 780 area code. I swear the woman on the phone sounds more annoyed and more discontented each time I fail to dial the area code. I'm sure she's not Canadian. She would be more polite if she were.
  • I bought new bedding. And new blinds. And new curtains. Which means that I'm eyeing the bedside tables and the ceiling fan. . . .
  • Why yes, my scratches from the hell cat are starting to heal. Thanks for asking. He still seems to be doing fine. Only 360 days until we get to do this again. Dr. Collis and I can't wait.
  • That's all for me. I have a meme or two that people have tagged me for, but I'm running out of time. Next week. Remind me.
  • I'm reading David Sedaris' new book - When you are Engulfed in Flames. He's foul mouthed, but quite funny!

Weekend Are For Quotes

Do not pursue what is illusory - property and position:
all that is gained at the expense of your nerves
decade after decade and can be confiscated in one fell night.
Live with a steady superiority over life -
don’t be afraid of misfortune, and
do not yearn after happiness;
it is after all, all the same:
the bitter doesn’t last forever,
and the sweet never fills the cup to overflowing.
December 11, 1908 - August 3, 2008

dormit in pace.

Can't Talk Right Now

My mouth is full.


Can't type right now either - I have a chocolate bar in both hands.


Thanks Sam. You are my new hero, my new best friend.


Mr. Spit can't talk either. . . He's um, busy too.


I have to go now. See you tomorrow.




A few "also's":

  • Mr. Spit is asking about what strange things you have seen in a small town. Go tell him and we'll both read your answers, and laugh, at least as much as we can while we stuff our faces with chocolate.
  • Blogger ate your grammar homework. I'm sure it's very sorry. Could we please have a do-over? I need the answers to award the button!
  • And finally, there's a semi-colon appreciation society! And they have t-shirts! Even in plus sizes! Oh, how my little heat yearns!