The state of South Carolina, in typically back-assward, ultra-conservative dumbassedness, is trying to make profanity illegal. And up the punishment for getting caught being offensive. Because they have so much spare time in the court system. And the prisons are almost empty. And all the drug traffic from New Orleans that has diverted to the surrounding swamps since Hurricane Katrina has the cops so bored they have extra time to run around arresting people for saying 'fuck' in public.
No one's quite sure exactly how the proposed law would apply to the internet, or how in hell they think they'll enforce it. But I wish them luck.
In other depressing legal news, I spoke to my father-in-law (who used to run a newspaper before he retired and knows all about libel and slander and 'intent to harm the reputation' and all that shit) about the Vogue Knitting reviews. They have gotten totally out of hand (do a Google search for "Vogue Knitting Winter 2008" if you don't believe me), and I was edging toward cancelling the whole project. But after talking it over with my father-in-law, I've decided to go ahead with them. Sort of. I'm going to have to stick with concrete problems. But VK has so many concrete problems I'm sure I'll find something to say. (The next VK should be out sometime soon. Brace yourselves.) More tech, less snark. Well. Sort of. Half the stuff I say, people think is snark when I think it's just an observation. We'll see how it goes.
Otherwise, there is nothing to report. I'm knitting. I knit more on days the internet is out because of Microsoft (there's news). I've got to tear back a twelve-stitch cabled panel in my father-in-law's Christmas sweater, because I crossed a cable over instead of under. But even with that, it should be done by Chinese New Year, which is the cutoff for the Holiday Knitting Spaz-Along. I'm at the very end of the second pattern repeat of the Faux Russian Scarf, and have found the proper-sized (US 9/1.25mm) crochet hook to put beads on with. I have joined the "Long Lacy Summer" because I'm knitting lace every time I turn around anyway, and I thought maybe it would make me feel warm.
I got champagne for Inauguration Day.
The husbeast just handed me a handful of spring, metal, and broken plastic and said "Ooops." (He broke a door handle on his Suburban.)
The Goob has head-butted the husbeast twice (resulting in blood) in the last three days.
I have the new Stephanie Plum novel (Plum Spooky) and am laughing a lot.
Uh. Oh. I got the Goob one of those densely illustrated 'seek and find' kid's books, like Where's Waldo, only with a bunch of Disney Faeries. One picture is a kitchen, and in the kitchen they're making odd foods, and the Goob has named them. One is a bubblegum sandwich, and my favorite a bowl of pine-needle stew has been renamed "Pointy-pointy soup" by the Goob. I'm tempted to make up a recipe. Pointy-pointy soup sounds awesome. I could do carrot spikes for the pointies.
That's it at my house. Gonna go knit some more. Maybe I'll do a book review later to try livening this whole thing up.