Well I was going to have my first finished yarn from the shiny newness…

You know you’re really in a real relationship when you have your first argument, right? And learn how you deal with such things, etc.

The Big Guy (the new wheel, for those following along at home) and I (and self) have had our first… disagreement. Well, two in one. One small, one large.

First, he decided on a name. It went roughly like this…

Wheel: Ok, I think I’ve got it.
Gnome: Really? So which? Or something else?
Wheel: Strider Luchta
Gnome: Ok… wait… what?
Wheel: Strider. Luchta.
Gnome: But… you said you’d decided.
Wheel: Yes. Strider. Luchta.
Gnome: You… want… both?
Wheel: ::rolling non-eyes:: Duh.
Gnome: That doesn’t make any sense, Big Guy.
Wheel: You can call me that too.
Gnome: That makes even LESS sense!
Self: You and your sense, be happy, he picked!
Gnome: But… that’s not picking!
Wheel: But they’re my name.
Gnome: But… they don’t even come from the same language!
Wheel: So? My name’s Strider, my nickname is Luchta, and you can call me Big Guy.
Gnome: Luchta isn’t a nickname, it’s a full name of a god!
Self: Who cares, he’s a wheel, it’s not like it’s particularly “logical” to name him in the first place.
Wheel: Hey, who’s side are you on anyway?
Gnome: Oh cool it, you two. Self, you don’t even exist, and Strider you don’t speak. Stop arguing.
Wheel: Pushy isn’t he?
Self: You have no idea. Stubborn too.
Wheel: So I see
Self: Just remember, you’re the one who wanted him.
Wheel: Right
Gnome: Ok ok ok, FINE. Strider Luchta and Big Guy. Didn’t you claim to be low maintenance?
Wheel: It’s just my name, Gnomey, it’s not like it’s a lot to ask, is it?
Wheel stagewhisper: Is he always like this?
Self: Lately? Yeah. Lack of sleep, I think. The stress doesn’t help.
Wheel: Aah, I see. We should…
Gnome: OK OK OK! Stop analyzing me! You two don’t exist! I must be losing my tenuous grip on reality!

That was “argument” number one. Later in the evening, we had another.

Gnome: Ok, we’ve finished the polwarth. Two bobbins. I’ve wound off the third so it’s all clear for plying.
Strider: I don’t want to.
Gnome: Don’t… want to?
Strider: Nope. I want to spin something more fun.
Gnome: But… it’s ready to ply. As soon as it’s plied we can take pictures and show it off!
Strider: I’m tired of that stuff.
Gnome: But if you ply it, it will be done!
Strider: But…
Gnome: There’s only one bobbin left, we can’t spin onto it or I’ll have to use the little one.
Strider: ::sighs:: Ok.
Gnome: Ok, ready? Remember this is new to me too. Go slow.
Luchta: Naaaaah, nope. Sorry. ::throws drive band::
Gnome: Wait, what? You said… why’d you throw your drive band.
Luchta: ::shrugs::
Gnome: But… Ok, let me put it back on. C’mon cooperate.
Luchta: ::giggles::
Gnome: You said Luchta, not Loki, stop it! How do your pulleys not even line up anymore? They don’t move!
Luchta: HEE
Gnome: C’mon, Big Guy, I’m just trying to put the drive band on. I promise it won’t be long.
Luchta: Ok, fine. ::pouts::
Gnome: See, that wasn’t so bad. You can impress everyone with what lovely high twist yarn you make.
Luchta: I can make lovely yarn. It’s the big wheel, you see.
Gnome: Yes! Ready? All set, and the cross is at the bottom like you like, and the tension’s up…
Luchta: Ok, here we go, ready?
Gnome: Woh! Fast. See, that’s not so bad. You’re really good at this! Such a strong, fast wheel!
Luchta: Thanks. I do my best. And I am rather sexy.
Gnome: Mmhmm, and you do it well. Not everyone could deal as easily with that slightly felted stuff.
Luchta: Yeah… but… Bored now. ::throws drive band::
Gnome: I… but… you…
Luchta: Bored. Now. Like spinning better.
Gnome: We’re… in the middle of… ::sighs::
Luchta: I’m not putting that band back on until you agree to spin, not ply.
Gnome: Ok, Big Guy. I’m too tired for this tonight. I was going to stay up past my bedtime to ply so your bobbins could be all clear to impress people with your spinning on Sunday. I guess that will have to wait.
Strider: Oh now that’s mature.
Gnome: Yes, because I’m too tired to fight with you, and I’m already talking out loud to you and my downstairs neighbors are probably considering calling the psych ward. Really, I’m trying to sweet talk a wheel.
Strider: Ok, ok, go to bed. But don’t forget to cry on Ravelry first.
Gnome: ::rolls eyes:: ::whines on ravelry:: I’m totally blogging this you know.
Strider: ::chuckles ruefully:: You’re such a dork, Gnome.
Gnome: Yeah, I know, that’s why you love me. I totally deserve a Pooka wheel, don’t I?
Strider: Duh. Go get some sleep.

Yes, I’m um… odd.

~The Gnome