The obscenity

The trouble with swearing as much as I do, I suppose, is that I don't seem to have any words sufficiently obscene to express my reaction to the US election result.

There's some cold comfort available around the place, but I can't say it makes much of a dent.

Barring something extraordinary, my son will be four before Bush leaves office. That's a sickening thought.

Looking on the bright side

In an attempt to cheer myself up, here are 5 good things about my life:

1. This is the last day of my twenties. I've been looking forward to my thirties for ages. I anticipate a fun decade.

2. The RDS Knitting and Stitching Show starts tomorrow, and man, I'm there.

3. I appear to have a paying translation gig. I love translation.

4. Despite various statements to the contrary, I was seized by a fit of enthusiasm on Monday and started a NaNoWriMo novel. This is partly an exercise in wading bravely into an endeavour at which I am almost certain to fail ... but so far it's going really well.

5. My sister is coming home for a visit this weekend - it'll be really great to see her.

Nope, still not particularly cheery. glitzfrau and brandnewgun will be much better able than I am to articulate why the bourgeois pleasures I've listed seem so hollow when set against the huge abstract horror of the global political landscape...