Ooooooo! Pulsing Parasites Make Zombie Snails!

Warning, people who don't find special, twisted fascination in "ZOMG PARASITE WORMS MAKE ZOMBIES!" actually happening in real life should not click for the love of--well, all that's unholy.

Courtesy of mordantcarnival, sent with love to all the similarly sick puppies on my flist.

-- Lorrie skips off, singing Depeche Mode:
"I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God has a sick sense of humor
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing."

Knit/Hack: Hrafn Sweater

So, after having made a sweater for jon_decles over WinterÞing, and collaborated with the excellent dpaxson in a coordinating scarf and hat, dpaxson cheerily discarded my entire knitting queue.

( Why a sweater? Dude, where's my queue? )

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So, I pulled out one of the first knitting books I ever bought, Viking Patterns for Knitting by Elizabeth Lavold, and we leafed through it.

"Ooh! That one."

"She apparently called it Rafn [raven] because, um, the sweater is almost wholly completely unlike a raven. It is of white, fuzzy yarn. That knot, though..."

(in unison) "--looks nice and corvish."

"Yeah!"

( Picture here, cut because LJ CUTS ARE LOVE )

( Yarn choice? Superwash FTW, in Wholly Predictable Colours )

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Now that we had yarn and pattern picked out, I had a bone or two to pick with the pattern designer...( Lorrie calls Elizabeth Zimmerman as Witness to an Oath, arguably misappropriating a nice dead lady. )

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In order to make good on this oath...I'm going to have to grit my teeth and cut a steek, which, I admit, makes me go..."eek", as well as "meep" and ( omgwtfbbqSTEEK! )

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( Sleeve-related babbling )

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( ...on a Magic Loop, no less. )

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However, a tube of plain stockinette stitch is...boring. I allowed to dpaxson that I think I'd like to put a wee cable up it. You know. Just a little.

She didn't think it would be pretty.

( But lookit this! )

The title of this post is a shout-out to all the old school Angband, Nethack, and other Roguelike games out there--Raven Wronghands, I'm looking at you.

-- Lorrie