Baby Chanute alters course of this great Juggernaut of the Interknit

Well, fudge man, if only Baby Chanute reads this thing, and Baby Chanute can't even read anyway (he just drools and gurgles a lot), then we can write whatever the heck we want, can't we? We don't even have to put up pictures or nothing. Eventually this might even devolve into a normal-arsed dumb-fudge Blog. Maybe we'll just cut-and-paste from other Blogs or literature in the public domain. How about a serialized version of a novel by Anatole France (who has, unbeknownst to the millions of non-readers, already made an appearance on these pages--c'mon kids, Where's Anatole?)