Everyone having a fabulous holiday weekend so far? I hope so. I am. We kicked off the festivities withNicholas, who graciously invited us to his place for Thanksgiving dinner. Six kids and the best stuffing I’ve ever had in my life. No disrespect to my mom (who is awesome), but this was amazing stuffing. And there was tons of it. 15 of us or something and collectively we didn’t even make a dent in this ginormous dish of stuffing. I forgot to take some home, however. This is probably for the best.

My last post on the Amazon Kindle sparked some fun conversation over on my LJ. I’ve calmed down. Not sure what I was thinking, talking about carrying books around like they’re badges of honor. I will admit the appeal and practicality of Kindling in airports, for example. Dan makes an excellent point. And of course Leland had to needle me with the squillion dollar question: “What if it gets kids to read more?” You got me there, chief.

So I amend my crankypants stance. But I will never “curl up” with a Kindle. I may perhaps read a Kindle on a crowded bus or on an airplane. I will never “curl up” in an airport. I’m still cranky. And confidential to Amazon: pay the damn bloggers for the content they provide (and you CHARGE FOR) on your damn device.

There is no excuse for that shit. None. End of.

I had a horrific thought, and it was this: there’s going to come a day when kids aren’t taught how to write by hand. Like, penmanship. Because “they won’t need it any more.” Think it’ll never happen? Yeah, that’s what they said about electronic paper.

We were at the launch party for Dan’s book last week and I got no less than five — five! — comments on this pair of fingerless mitts I wore. Nice, but they’re sloppy as sloppy (the mitts, not the comments), so I’m taking a break from the Christmas knitting (have I mentioned I’ve been Christmas knitting since September? go, me) to make a leaner, meaner pair. They’re lean and mean and purple, but jury’s still out on whether or not I should have went with the mohair-infused Lamb’s Pride Worsted. Mohair all over the place.

I also made another beret. What is up with the berets? I’ve made something like 7 berets. I don’t even wear berets. It’s official: they make me look ridiculous. And yet, I keep making them. The synapses in my head, I’m tellin’ ya.

Last knitting thing: I’m keeping my discretionary income on a tight leash these days, but once I got a gander at the just-released Anticraft book, I could NOT put it back on the shelf. It totally blew the hinges off my expectations. I love their site (though, with all respect, I find the voice of cynicism a little loud and overbearing at times), so I knew it was going to be great. But I want to make just about everything in here, including… the embossing project. Embossing. Are we kidding? And yet there I was, going through the instructions for logistical clues.

Wow, this post is getting long.

We were going to go see Beowulf but got sucked into movies here instead. Never read it? Midori’s got great crib notes over at Endicott.