>>> import random
>>> candidateList = ["Mom", "Alliee", "Chezza", "caann"]
>>> winner = random.choice(candidateList)
>>> print winner
Chezza
My random python script has spoken. The budding lawyer wins the Civic Duty Scarf, which seems appropriate enough. Congrats, Chezza, and thank you everybody for playing. I'll keep the rest of you on the list for my next jury duty service call...
So I did my civic duty and got through jury duty. Apparently what my country required of me was not my inestimable talents of discernment, but rather for me to sit in a reasonably comfortable waiting room chair for the better part of two hours, very patriotically not knitting.
I could have taken a stand on my second amendment right to bear knitting needles, but there is a time and a place, so I went with armed with a plastic crochet hook instead.
Dude. Knitting is not a crime. Somebody explain to these people that I'm far more dangerous without my knitting needles.
I have been dreaming all day of alpaca silk lace. It's good to be home.
It's cold here. I'd say "unseasonably cold" but 'tis the season after all, so I guess that just makes it plain old cold. Early in the morning when I'm scraping ice off my car window I have more colorful adjectives for it.
I'm about to begin a cape knit-along. This is not to be confused with a caped knit-along, where one knits incognito. Or a crepe knit-along, which would involve breakfast, though that's not a bad notion either.
I've got a stack of finished fiber that I haven't blogged about yet; reader be warned. I eventually will tackle the write-up of the quidditch robes process, but right now that project and I are taking a little time apart. I need some space.
So let's talk about knitting.
I consider myself lucky that I have found a cat who is not overly interested in yarn. (I know I just said that I wasn't going to bore you with a lot of gushing about the new cat; this post is not about the cat. See title.)
If you love to craft, and you Lovecraft, or you've always meant to try, grab your yarn and head over to the Frankensocks board on Ravelry, where we'll spend a month reading the best of H.P.'s weird tales that the public domain has to offer and knit or hook something appropriate to match. An insanely good time is assured.
The US Olympic committee has now issued two formal apologies to the Ravelry community. One for their original inflammatory accusations and a second to apologize for their apology in which they invited knitters to make them free stuff. This, I think, proves that it is unwise to piss off two million people holding sharp sticks.
