knitted stuff
Nov. 26th, 2008 12:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensFinished another piece of knitting yesterday and handed it to its designated recipient today, as follows:
Shawl for a coworker.
Also have this stashed in my drawer at work, to hand over to another coworker at some point:
Scarf for another coworker.
The way the temperature's going, they'll both be useful.
Have to attend two-hour update session at work tomorrow on "what we're doing". What we would like to be doing is our work. Feh.
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There was an impressive pause while King checked off crimes on his fingers. Then to Beetle the much-enduring man addressed winged words:
'Guessing,' said he. 'Guessing, Beetle, as usual, from the look of delubris that it bore some relation to diluvium or deluge, you imparted the result of your half-baked lucubrations to Winton, who seems to have been lost enough to have accepted it. Observing next, your companion's fall, from the presumed security of your undistinguished position in the rear-guard, you took another pot-shot. The turbid chaos of your mind threw up some memory of the word "dilapidations" which you have pitifully attempted to disguise under the synonym of "ruins."'
As this was precisely what Beetle had done he looked hurt but forgiving.
-- Regulus, from Stalky & Co, Kipling
Shawl for a coworker.
Also have this stashed in my drawer at work, to hand over to another coworker at some point:
Scarf for another coworker.
The way the temperature's going, they'll both be useful.
Have to attend two-hour update session at work tomorrow on "what we're doing". What we would like to be doing is our work. Feh.
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There was an impressive pause while King checked off crimes on his fingers. Then to Beetle the much-enduring man addressed winged words:
'Guessing,' said he. 'Guessing, Beetle, as usual, from the look of delubris that it bore some relation to diluvium or deluge, you imparted the result of your half-baked lucubrations to Winton, who seems to have been lost enough to have accepted it. Observing next, your companion's fall, from the presumed security of your undistinguished position in the rear-guard, you took another pot-shot. The turbid chaos of your mind threw up some memory of the word "dilapidations" which you have pitifully attempted to disguise under the synonym of "ruins."'
As this was precisely what Beetle had done he looked hurt but forgiving.
-- Regulus, from Stalky & Co, Kipling
