Oh what one gets up to when bored
Apr. 3rd, 2009 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pinksoniaYay! hotel internet is back. It was raining like crazy here on Wednesday and Thursday, so between the bad weather and the fact that we were all in the hotel since we couldn't work it was next to impossible to get online.
The time off wasn't a total waste. I finished my second pair of socks, which are a pretty spring green with a lace-work pattern. I also finally finished knitting the teeny-tiny TARDIS. In January I started the project, thinking that if I knit a plushie sized pattern on size 000 needles using embroidery floss instead of yarn it would come out the size of a key chain and not take very long at all. I was wrong. Wednesday, when I get back to New Orleans, pulling out the fiber-fill will be my first order of business. Right before I take pictures and then unpack.
Of course, I was terribly bored the last couple of days just sitting around the hotel room, so I was quite glad that we got to go back into the field today. We're at a really nice site, at least in regards to working comfort. The whole area consists of very open planted pines. Any day I don't have to deal with briars is a good day. Even if there are horses that we have to keep an eye on lest they step in our holes and break their legs. I'm not entirely clear on what I'm supposed to do if the horse comes charging at my unit. I don't really relish jumping in front of a horse moving a full speed, hoping to divert it in another direction.
Also during my boredom I took one of those "What North American accent do you have?" quizzes. I got the Philadelphian accent, which shouldn't be a surprise, but kind of was. I did in fact spend my first eighteen years in the Philadelphia area, but since I've never in my life pronounced the sports team as the "iggles" I assumed I had avoided the accent. I do however freely use various lexical oddities from the area (hoagie, mac machine). I am however glad to hear the "Rocky" does not have a really Philadelphian accent, because I think I'd be mortified to sound like that. The accompanying article seemed to think that the only authentic-ish representation of the accent was Toni Collette in The Sixth Sense. I suppose I will have to re-watch that movie now.
The time off wasn't a total waste. I finished my second pair of socks, which are a pretty spring green with a lace-work pattern. I also finally finished knitting the teeny-tiny TARDIS. In January I started the project, thinking that if I knit a plushie sized pattern on size 000 needles using embroidery floss instead of yarn it would come out the size of a key chain and not take very long at all. I was wrong. Wednesday, when I get back to New Orleans, pulling out the fiber-fill will be my first order of business. Right before I take pictures and then unpack.
Of course, I was terribly bored the last couple of days just sitting around the hotel room, so I was quite glad that we got to go back into the field today. We're at a really nice site, at least in regards to working comfort. The whole area consists of very open planted pines. Any day I don't have to deal with briars is a good day. Even if there are horses that we have to keep an eye on lest they step in our holes and break their legs. I'm not entirely clear on what I'm supposed to do if the horse comes charging at my unit. I don't really relish jumping in front of a horse moving a full speed, hoping to divert it in another direction.
Also during my boredom I took one of those "What North American accent do you have?" quizzes. I got the Philadelphian accent, which shouldn't be a surprise, but kind of was. I did in fact spend my first eighteen years in the Philadelphia area, but since I've never in my life pronounced the sports team as the "iggles" I assumed I had avoided the accent. I do however freely use various lexical oddities from the area (hoagie, mac machine). I am however glad to hear the "Rocky" does not have a really Philadelphian accent, because I think I'd be mortified to sound like that. The accompanying article seemed to think that the only authentic-ish representation of the accent was Toni Collette in The Sixth Sense. I suppose I will have to re-watch that movie now.
