The good news is that the cold snap of the last five days ends today, at least if you're here in Atlanta. Today, it will be warm enough for a long walk. And it is going to stay warm for the next ten days, at least. Spring is very, very near.
Yesterday, looking at someone's ditl, I noticed a "Lesser Octopus" stamp from the UK. I think it was a First Class stamp. It said "1st" on it. If someone reading this who resides in the UK would procure such a stamp for me, I would reciprocate with some appropriate trinket or another. Please and thank you. The address is P.O. Box 5381, Atlanta, GA 31107 USA. Because, you know, I need more junk with octopi on it.
Courtesy the remarkable blackholly, news of a grand absurd kerfuffle over the presence of the word scrotum in the Newberry-Award winning children's book, The Higher Power of Lucky. Among other things, this just goes to show, yet again, how hopelessly screwed up Americans are when it comes to sex. I mean, really. Scrotum. Scrotum, scrotum, scrotum, scrotum, scrotum. American parents allow their little girls to dress themselves like pop whoresluts, but we cannot have the word scrotum in school libraries, because, you know, that might corrupt someone. Yeah, okay, whatever. This is one of those times I wish I were a gazillionaire, so I could buy a million or so copies of this book and distribute it free to children everywhere, just to piss of the prudes. Oh, and maybe I could hire a crack team of graffiti artists to spray-paint the word scrotum on the sidewalk outside one in every ten U.S. schools. Would that be deemed idealogical terrorism or something? I wonder if Susan Patron's book would have raised fewer eyebrows and less censorial wrath if she'd used nutsack, instead?
To quote Col. Kurtz in Apocalypse Now: "They train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write fuck on their airplanes because it's obscene!"
Spooky will be beginning a new round of eBay auctions this afternoon. Actual books this time. I'll post an addendum or something when the auctions begin.
Last night's episode of Battlestar Galactica wasn't so bad. At least the soap opera stuff made sense in context of the overall story and contributed something to characterization. It didn't come off like slash. I do wish more time had been taken with the air-lock accident, though. More adventure, please. As for the new episode of The Dresden Files, I thought it was actually a lot of fun. I somewhat enjoyed last week's episode, but I liked this week's even more. I believe it's beginning to find a sense of itself, which probably means the SFC will cancel it in the next two or three weeks to insert some new incarnation of Stargate.
Okay. The platypus says if I wanna walk before I write, I gotta snap to it. So, snap I shall.
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