Spam, Spam, Spam

How appropriate that at the same time BBC America decides to run its Monty Python marathon (which we taped!), that my computer should also become infected with a "worm". My hotmail email account, which I've had for EIGHT years (wow! that's as long as I've known DH!) became infected, and everyone in my address book received spam messages from me.

If you are one of the recipients of such spam, I do apologize!

I officially shut down the account a few minutes ago. It's the end of an era. Sniff! But getting a worm has made me feel rather violated. DH keeps telling me to relax, but I do worry about if a worm can send spam to everyone in your address book, what else can it do!

While I'm cleaning house, I may decide to migrate my blog to another service, such as typepad, as some other knit bloggers have done. I'll keep you posted to any changes!

Hmm. What to label this post under. I don't have a category for spam or email worms. Guess I'll file this under being irish. What with our luck and all that.. (get it..??!!)

Pen Pal

After about a 25 year hiatus, I have picked up the old quill and paper once again. No, I'm not finishing my novel. Although, you'd like that wouldn't you. No, this time I'm writing to a penpal. I think I wrote to my last pal was when I was in the 3rd or 4th grade. She lived in Ireland and was my age. My brother signed me up to be her penpal as a gift, and I remember being pretty psyched about it since I'm half irish.

This has all been organized by a knitting blogger I frequently read.

To those unfortunate people who corresponded with me in high school and college (ummm, Lady S, this means you), please be assured, that the tone of my letter was upbeat, devoid of narcissism (I think), and made no reference to any sort of angst, PAIN, or other types of bleakness.

heh!

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Non-Irish folks NEED to know: the whole "luck o' the irish" thing was invented by the Irish Tourist Board. Believe me. Need proof? Okay:

1. Woke up this morning to the sight of THIS (thanks, Patches!)



2. And THIS (thanks, Mr. Weatherman!)



3. As well as the sound of water dripping from our bedroom ceiling. Apparently an old water stain has revived itself, thanks to the severe winds and moisture from our most recent storm.

OK, sorry. Just had to gripe a little. Must be some pent up frustration from living in New England for 33 years! I am, actually, very lucky. I've got a wonderful DH, and that's just the start of it.

We spent St. Patrick's day shoveling, then went to see The Wind That Shakes The Barley, which I found very interesting. My paternal grandparents came from Ireland (as well as my Da!), and were in their late teens/early twenties during the era depicted in the film. It was a very violent and tragic time, and I can see why no one ever seems to want to talk about it.

As much as we were in the mood for some tasty bread and a pint at Matt Murphy's after watching the film, we knew it'd be really crowded, so we went to Little Q Mongolian Hotpot Just the thing for such cold wet weather! And right down the street!



Because this is supposed to be a knitting blog, I should really update you: I'm back on that pesky sleeve for my lace sweater, and am now getting ready to do the shaping for the upper arm! I think getting a new knitting bag was the right thing to do.