This morning I read the Harlot's theories about black hole knitting. I thought about laughing, I thought about crying.
It's using up a lot more yarn than it should, a lot more. I'm already on the sixth ball out of the twenty I have, and it's supposed to be a lot longer than it is.
I did the math, David did the math -- separately -- and it should work. He sat on the floor with it a few weeks ago, with a pencil and another piece of paper, and finally said, "It's quantum yarn. It occupies another temporal and spatial reality."
Stephanie, I feel your pain.
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