Yen, Again

I have a problem with T-shirts. The problem is this: I love them and want to buy them all up (provided they are funny, or geeky, or literary, or nostalgic, or, well, you get the idea). Today, I discovered that in addition to offering great handmade Christmas ornaments, such as Super Mario Mushrooms and Video Game Controllers (that neither I nor Clark were actually able to buy this year despite separate, secret attempts), some people on Etsy.com also make awesome T-shirts. For instance, ones covered in:

robots,

famous robots,

and, last but not nearly least, the Carbon Cycle.

Let me tell you, T-shirts at this level of awesomenessitudity are very dangerous to discover on a boring day full of no work and no company and no motivation to write. I may have actually suffered a moment of weakness and purchased one. Which is bad. Very bad. Because I have a job approximately one eighth the size of the average person. And because I have every intention of buying a bunch of yarn and needles to make the Bad Penny T-shirt next week (when the colors I want become available on Knitpicks.com).

It's also bad because one T-shirt is never enough. Maybe it's the RPG fiend in me, but I gotta catch 'em all. I must have options. I must have a T-shirt to match the tone of any situation I might potentially find myself in. It doesn't matter that most of the time, my situation is: at home, knitting. I must prepare for all eventualities. People who happen to glance at my chest must be able to immediately glean random aspects of my character, such as, I love robots, or, I learned about the Carbon Cycle in ninth grade Biology class and still vaguely remember it. 

What I'm saying is, if anyone ever feels like buying me something for, say, my birthday, or Christmas, or to celebrate the equinox (coming up very, very soon; just putting that out there), you now know where to go and which habit to support.