From the Jill Schwartz Memorial Library here in the wilds of Connecticut, this is Obscure

Season 2, Frankenstein, I am your host, your friend, your earlover, your literary mansplain

or in chief and geogenologist Michael Ian Black, excited to delve into the deepest recesses

of our literary collective unconsciousness.

I mean, that's just simply not true.

That's just, I've started the episode with a lie.

I am not capable of plumbing any collective unconsciousness, but I am capable of pretending

that I am capable.

Kelsey, who's a listener, sent me a link to Knitter's, what's it called?

Knitter, modern daily knitting, where somebody wrote a lovely recommendation for Obscure.

So if you're a Knitter and you're looking for something to do to occupy your ears while

you're making a scarf or a sweater with sleeves of differing lengths or mittens that will

go unappreciated by the people that you send them to, Obscure may be the podcast for

you.

Now look, I don't have to convince you, you're already listening, but if there are any

new listeners, any Knitters out there among us, welcome, I'm just delighted to have you.

It's a fine pastime.

My wife is a Knitter.

I have often thought that knitting looked like a way to spend a contented hour or so, but

I have never bothered to learn.

Instead, what I do is what I have done is jigsaw puzzles as we discussed last time.

I am now off the jigsaw puzzle tip, although Beth, another listener who I met over the internet

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