This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It looks as if I need a new diary template dealy. Mh. I've sort of wanted to write something about where I stand on the social, political, economic, legal, and so forth. As of yet, I've not gone through with it, as you may have noticed. Not in the relatively ordered fashion I had in mind. I went to the... er, I'll just say the doctor's, because I can't remember what the proper term is... something clinic... health... thing. It's a building with doctors and nurses, and, more to the point, needles with the means to keep me from getting mumps, which I'm told I already had, when I was one. Somebody should go back and replace some of those commas with semi-colons, or something. Why was I bothering to talk about an unremarkable jab in the arm? Oh, I think that I was just going to say that I normally dislike having to go to places and interact with people where by they'll have all the know-how and... authority's not the term I'm looking for, but let's just move on and say that I was actually significantly cheered-up, that day, by the fact that the nurse-or-whatever was actually quite nice and didn't even make me feel stupid for not remembering my own medical history and so forth. I like nice. I also like sarcasm and insults when directed at violent reactionaries, but that's another story, really. Plus, she was sort of half pretty, in a funny way. A bit. And I like to be quoted by nice people... or violent reactionaries. I mention this simply because I happen to be reading other diaries as I type, and because it struck me as half way significant that Jim-Hawking should quote me on fiscally-dictated sobriety on a day that saw a good length of Bargain Booze shelving cleared by myself. Hurrah for offers on Boddingtons and IPA! Boo for BBC2 replacing Dad's Army with more ruddy snooker. Most of all, I have felt an agreeable sort of surprise on completing a little explanation of no small part of my political view on humanity without being insulted or even frustrated by idiotic reactions, even to be met with, "ohh, so you're not really a Marxist..." and the tinkle of dropping pennies as at least somebody realises that real theories always exist and are not created by men. I think that the internet has just made me too accustomed to being lept upon by ill-educated serfs lashing out in ignorance. It has been easy to forget -for long periods of time- that reasonable human beings exist outside of my dreams about fictional Australian houses of ill repute and transforming robot train stations. Uhm, but that's another none-story, really. "I learned two fascinating things. One is that my thesaurus thinks that synonyms of 'woman' include 'babe, bird, pigeon, whore, slut, and wife.' " Good-ol' the political compass. Right, Noir Desir and cheap beer. 7:33 a.m. - 2005-02-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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