As a wiser man than me once said...

Don't believe the hype.

I've gotten the most of my ranting out, and I promised myself not to write a crazy screed here. Lets just say that Sock Wars was... very disappointing. Now I pride myself on being buoyant and optimistic. It takes a lot to burst my bubble. This ranks somewhere between paying full theater ticket price for a three hour movie that turns out to suck and getting stood up for the prom. Many, many thanks to Joe from SWTC for staying up all night Friday trying desperately to field questions, contact the (only) person in charge, who, despite being compensated with over $2,500, apparently couldn't be bothered for the first 36 hours of her own event involving over 1200 people and a pattern she wrote and didn't edit, and to keep us from burning our prom dresses and storming the party with a GnR tape and some fifths of Popov's. Right... no screed...

Anyway! The socks are done. There are lots of things I would have changed about them were it allowed, but they're socks and generally sock-shaped. I should take pictures and post them, but I'm still a bit too sore to show them off. Maybe I'll snap a pic before I send them tomorrow.

The silver lining is that I've made some combat buddies who were in the same, stood up boat as I. And I think I have a really fun, exciting idea for my own knitting war. A stash-busting scarf in garter stitch knit length-wise with any combination of yarns from your stash, the more variety the better. But I'll wait for sweet sock death to take me and see how I feel about it. Now, to do some yoga and try to get to sleep.