i think i'm a droid

And that's all I'm willing to say about that.

Suppose you have someone in your life. This someone is going to your home when you are working at night in order to watch the beginning of the Tigers game and possibly some Clone Wars/Star Wars cartoon thing (which, coincidently, I actually watched 30 minutes of and came to the conclusion that I'm missing out on some pop culture stuff because I don't have cable. And the cartoon is completely unnecessary as most of the issues addressed in said cartoon, which is intended to bridge the gap between episodes 2 and 3, are actually alluded to in episode 2. And 3. George Lucas just wanted to make a cartoon and knew a bunch of geeky people would be into it. Oh. My. God. I cannot believe I just wrote all of that.) and enjoy an adult beverage. And before heading to your home the 2 of you are conversing via email. And it becomes increasingly obvious to the someone in your life that you are mildly stressed out about going out of town and missing the beginning of the Tigers game and having a pile of dishes to do and having spent the day explaining for the gazillionth time how a library is funded and how you're not just being a bitch by denying them a library card if they don't have their current address on their ID. If this someone at this moment offers to do the dishes they had no part in dirtying and then offers to pick you up at 9pm with nonwork clothes and then offers to drive you to Saugatuck to watch the Tigers game so you can actually be able to differentiate between the ball and the bad reception it is probably in your best interest to not only take them up on their offer but realize mayhaps having this person around for a while is a good idea.

So.
How 'bout them Tigers last night?

It's been suggested that it's probably for the best that I'm heading east for the weekend as I'm notoriously bad luck for Michigan teams. I'm starting to wonder if I may have broken the curse as I've watched the past 2 games and things have worked out unexpectedly well. The next 3 games are in Detroit where the fans are hungry and the abandoned buildings are just waiting to be burned in a celebratory fashion.

I know you're all waiting with bated breath wondering about the last LYS and whether or not I was able to procure the much coveted 12" #8 needles. I was not. Though I take back what I said about them not being very knitterly. They didn't mock my request and in fact went digging through a new shipment of needles for me. Alas, it was not to be. I'm now thinking I'm going to be forced to make this little project on double-pointed needles. Which will suck as I find them to be awkward and I don't want to end up with the much dreaded ladder at the join given how much I love this wool. And though it has been confirmed I am able to bring needles on the plane, I'm not sure how they're going to feel about 5 double pointed-needles. I'm back to square one where I'll be knitting flat and seaming. Or going with a completely different pattern which makes me sad in my heart.

12" #8 circulars doesn't seem like too much ask for.

Ah well.
Someone in my life did my dishes for me.