YOU DO NOT WANT ME, FOR I AM A BASKET CASE.

Well, I got a job offer today. It is a relief that someone finds me employable, but, alas, the job itself still leaves me underemployed -- or at least underfunded. I have a couple days to think it over (read: reconcile myself to a new minimalist style of living that will exclude food that tastes good and new objects, or: call various places I've applied to and beg them to take me.)

Tonight I went to the second meeting of this quilt guild that Other came across. I am learning some about quilting (for example, I know what "stitch in the ditch" means) and a lot about quilters (for example, quilters are significantly less insane than "artists"). It's a study on human behavior. A lot of the activities include passing objects around to look at, and this one guy -- who sounds like he's been in the guild since it started -- whenever something is handed to him, huffs and thrusts it to the next person disinterestedly. Why does he do this? He likes quilting, he comes to all the meetings, he sits there quietly. Is the stuff not good enough for him? Does he think he could do better? Why does he act like a volutary meeting is a waste of his time?

Also, there's a ton of old ladies.