roarin' leos

Simon's a Leo. I'm a Leo. And for whatever reason, it seems like just about everyone* who reads this blog is a Leo, too. Or, as someone at Stitch & Bitch pointed out, maybe it's just that only the Leos leave comments. I don't know which - all you Leos can leave a comment and tell me what you think.

We know this because this is the kind of vital information that Blogger collects about people. Whenever you click over to someone's profile, the first thing you see is their astrological sign. What's the deal, Blogger? Are they selling star charts on the side? Are they keeping statistics on which signs leave the most comments? Which lurk the longest without revealing themselves?

At any rate, it seems like any time some cute new person leaves a comment and I go investigating to see who they are, they are a Leo. Is this a personality trait, or just how the stars align on this particular location?

Knitting-related update: My green striped socks love the magic loop. I'm a little worried that my warm, stable relationship with bamboo knitting needles is being displaced by a passionate affair with some hot Addi Turbos. They're sexy and metallic, expensive and a little bit dangerous... and I can't stop knitting with them. I brought them to work today and I'm having a hard time concentrating on writing a grant proposal with those slinky Addi Turbos sitting just inside my bag, begging to be picked up and stroked - uh, knitted with. (cough).

*Everyone, meaning, everyone who isn't reading out of friendship-related compulsion. I know y'all aren't Leos - if you were one of our giant egos would have rolled over and crushed someone to death by now.