Maybe next time I'll get a root canal instead. (They give you good drugs for root canals, right?)
A couple days ago, the husbeast decided to download some program or other, which lead to a virus, which led to reformatting his hard drive (which is the hub for our home network), which led to the server crashing (it was about ten years old) and then the Ashley River ran with blood and some locusts came through and ate everything, and the Four Horsemen showed up asking for a water refill for their bong. Or something. And I think there was a meteor strike, and pie throwing. It gets a little foggy.
Anyway, the husbeast has, in a nutshell, re-networked the house and I now have internet service again. Contrary to local legend, I did not melt like the Wicked Witch of the West when deprived of a connection. Nor did I end up in a padded room. (At least not that I'll ever admit.)
Last night the husbeast and I had a conversation that went something like this:
HIM: We're gonna be without internet for a while longer.
ME: Well, shit, what am I supposed to do? Low tech crap like reading books and knitting?
HIM: You could get medieval and spin something.
ME: Nah, spinning wheels are late middle ages. Real high tech.
HIM: Yeah, to get medieval you'd need a drop spindle. Why do I know this? It's just wrong.
ME: Shall I start talking about nuclear power plants or gear boxes?
So, yeah. Good times. The Goob took the opportunity to assert her two-ish-ness, among other things deliberately spitting water on the furniture and stripping naked at every opportunity.
I did get phases two and three done on the hex jacket: The neck ribbing is knit on, and I did the underarm seams. (There were some questions, and this IS the overdyed version. That part's already done.) Now all I have to do is block the skirt portion and sew it on.