The first step in the 12-step program is acceptance, right?
I have all this eye-tracking data now, and my eye-tracking data analysis program refuses to analyze it properly. I am considering writing my own program to analyze it. With graphics and everything. I am crazy.
I feel like I am in Stage Four of the thesis writing process. If Stage Four also involves a sudden and strange addiction to coffee, accompanied by the requisite caffeine crashes that make up 98.4% of the day. Oh, I long for the 1.6% when the coffee is actually working…
I finished knitting the Backyard Leaves scarf, and I have absolutely no energy to seam it together. Why on earth would you design a scarf that you have to seam together??? I originally decided that I would pick up the provisional stitches I left on the first half and just keep going with the second half, but then I picked up the wrong stitches and had to rip back once I realized what I had done. Instead of being the smart little girl and picking up in the right spots, I gave up, cast-off the first half and cast on an entirely new second half with the intent to follow the instructions to the letter and seam them together later. Because, of course, it would be no problem to seam, seaming is fun! Seaming is to knitters like ambrosia is to Zeus, right? Oh ho ho. Seaming is what data analysis is to researchers. You know you have to do it to finish, but it’s so darn excruciating…
I’m too tired to even weave in the ends. Maybe I can do that this afternoon, if I can pull myself away from the lab. I have six participants coming in, which will bring me up to my self-imposed requirement of 20. Not bad for an honours thesis, especially given the massive number of knitters who helped with the web end of things. (Thank you, knitters.)
I just want to keep blogging because if I don’t stop, then I don’t have to start working on the essay that is slowly ever so slowly growing during the dark times (literally dark times) as I sit by my participants in that tiny little room with the lights off so the eye-tracker can find their little bulbs better. My eyes hurt. I now associate that essay with headaches.
But anyhoo, getting back to the knitting, the FOs certainly are flying off the needles. I don’t have the patience to start anything new, so I’m finishing a lot of UFOs that were mellowing in the drawers. I finished the head of my aunt Liz’s dragon, and now I just have to seam it together (*weep*) and stuff it and glue some eyes on. I finished a third kiddy hat (and the ears that will soon be seamed onto them) for our local hospital. I tried working on my dad’s Rule 30 scarf, but after two rows I couldn’t bear it any longer so I decided to put it away again. I think I’m going to start my Orangina, now that I have once again experienced the catharsis of FOs (which I will photograph as soon as they are seamed, ha!). Maybe after that, I will have time to whimper quietly in a corner while my thesis data grows un-analyzed.