It’s that time again

We all know I love the Olympics, as well as a chance to engage in lemming-like behavior with my fellow knitters. So I joined the Ravelympics. Similar to the Yarn Harlot’s Knitting Olympics for the winter Olympics in Torino two years ago, the Ravelympics features a million and two knitters (okay, really the count stands at 5,644 Ravelers) doing a billion projects (really, 16,192 projects, but who’s counting besides the Rav moderators?). Due to the sheer number of people we have over on Rav, these Olympic games are much better organized than the first, because everyone wants to pitch in and help. We’ve got events, we’ve got actual teams (based on geography, interest, etc.), and we’ve already got medalists, much like the actual Olympics (I knew I should have gone for hat dash, that shit would have been done already!).

So what am I doing? Well, in between tearing up at the Opening Ceremonies last night (I can’t help it…seeing all those smiling athletes, some of whom have never been out of their countries before and will probably not win medals, amongst the amazing pomp and circumstance? It gets me.) and writing in parentheses, I’m competing in two events, the Laceweight Longjump and the Sock Put. Given how badly I bombed out in the last Olympics (I was the Jamaican Bobsled team, in case you’ve forgotten), I kept my expectations a little more real this year. Knowing that I have Carpal Tunnel and a strong tendency to Plurk all day, I am doing Plain Vanilla Socks (no cables, no lace, just miles of stockinette) and a Montego Bay Scarf (laceweight yarn on size 8s flies). If I manage to get those done ahead of schedule, I’ll see if I can’t finally finish Samng’s Sweater, which has been languishing. My goals are totally doable. And my team? Team TARDIS, baby. Crafting through time and space, the Doctor is our leader, and we have the benefit of a time machine. If we screw up, we can go back and fix it, as long as we manage to avoid ourselves – don’t want to create a time paradox, now, do we?