Brief background: A couple years ago, a friend gifted me with two knitting machines plus the 8 bazillion bits, bobs and pieces that - in theory - make them work. They live in my barn, which is where I do my arty crafty stuff (except for hand-knitting and poly clay, which are done in the house). They intimidate me.
This year, one of my New Year's Resolutions is to deal with the knitting machines. By "deal with" I mean either learn to use them or sell them to someone who will.
Last night, I set up the one machine (Studio Model 155) that had been demonstrated to me and tried to practice knitting just a simple swatch of 20 stitches. I wasn't trying to actually make anything. I was just trying to learn the ins and outs, and make a swatch so I could play with gauge and tension and all that stuff.
Aside: I tend to name things that aren't normally given names. My truck is named Ruby. My push mower is named Choppy. My computer is Minerva III. My GPS unit is Mother (as in "Yes, Mother, turning left now") or The B*tch in the Box (when it yells at me to make a turn that would result in my driving through a building or something).
After two hours of fiddling, replacing two bent needles, fighting tangles, checking the manual umpteen times, having stitches jump over to adjacent needles, jump off needles, knot up, loop out, and execute many other undesired behaviors, I named the Model 155.
Its name is O U Whore.