WTF.

Apparently, the La Marque fire marshal–yes, fire marshal–can arrest you for saying “fuck” in public now. Maybe I would be a little more understanding of this if the F-bomber had been berating the staff at the Wal-Mart where this happened when she said it, but no, she was talking to her mother and commenting on the fact that there were no fucking batteries at said Wal-Mart.

Which was when Fire Marshal Bill arrested her. Yeah, apparently he can do that.

I understand that it’s kind of a good idea to watch your mouth in public, but this is ridiculous. Or, if you will indulge me for a moment: fucking ridiculous.

I am so tempted to channel Spider Jerusalem and send Fire Marshal Bill a letter that’s nothing but the word “fuck” typed eight thousand times.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.

Guess who’s going to be begging a ride to Fry’s this weekend

Why, that would be me! Apparently this is just not my year for computers; another power supply on the Black Beast has bitten the dust. Fortunately not in such a way as to murder the rest of the computer this time; it’s just the fan that’s out but there is the distinct smell of something that’s idly thinking about burning coming out of there and I would rather not push my luck.

…on the plus side, I finally raised enough Neopoints to buy a fire paintbrush for my Blumaroo. Yay.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.