It’s a Ruddslide!

The Labour Party’s slogans rock. Kevin 07? Genius. It’s hip, it rhymes, and it’s simple enough for kids high on Bindeez to remember. I commend K. Ruddy’s PR people – they had a lot to do with this victory. His image has just gone up and up! Well, it’s not just the PR people, Kevin Rudd is a sight to behold in political interviews and discussions. He’s cool, calm, collected, and he looks like Tintin. What can’t this guy do?

I believe that the Ruddslide also had a lot to do with Workchoices. I mean, come on. Did the Liberal Party honestly believe that the average Australian income-earner was going to put up with that shit?

“It’s good for the economy!”

Well, the economy is not much good to me when I can’t cover the rent because my wage has gone down $5,000.00 annually. Sorry, kids, can’t afford the petrol to drive to the dump this week. Looks like you’ll have to wait until next pay for dinner!

 

Although this is going to possibly be the laziest post ever (being that I didn’t actually write the content), it could also be the most intelligent and well-informed body of text to ever appear on this website. Unless Neil tells me more stories, in which case, get ready for more fun and existential crises! (I had an existential crisis yesterday walking home from the train. Then I felt happy for no reason, and it was good enough for me to be able to learn these things, deal with them, and just get on with life and be myself and exist.) I like existing.


Me: Something I don’t understand, and which you may be able to explain(…)– murdering is a sin, right? One of the big ones… however, in the Bible, God killed thousands and thousands of people, whereas Satan only killed maybe 10 or so. How does the concept of good vs. evil explain away that little oddity?

Neil: See it all depends on who is making the good vs evil claim. See GWB – he reckons the Iranians are “evil” and that “god” (as in the American notion of god) is about to return. 120 million Americans believe in the apocalypse (GWB is one of them). The book of revelation says that the “lakes will boil dry and fire will reign from the sky). Then “god” will turn up and save the believers. Ironically, those people who believe in this actually want climate change to continue because they see it as the first sign that the apocalypse is nigh!….

However, 7000 miles away in sunny Tehran, you’ve got a wee boy called Mahmud Ahmadinejad. He’s the president of Iran and GWB’s no 1 enemy. Iran is a theocratic state who believe in sharia law. They believe in their own version of the apocalypse. They also believe that America is the “great satan”. They believe that the 13th prophet – the hidden ummah – is destined to make a return soon (note they are also building a nuclear programme..not without coincidence – fire from the sky and all that!) and their enemies (no 1 is the US) will be defeated and the Iranian people will be triumphant.

All of this is fact, check it out on the web. Bush believes his god will help America prevail over the evil Iranians and Mahmud believes his ummah will help his boys prevail over the nasty US. So “good vs evil” statements are dependant on which side of the fence you are on.

Another US/Iran tension that has helped stoked the flames. Oil. The price of oil is indexed to US$. The Iranians (3rd? Largest oilfields in the world – Iraq is No 2 surprise, surprise) know this and threatened two-three years ago to switch the sale of their oil to Euros. Needless to say, the US was enraged. That switch has a destabilising effect on the US$ and the yanks know it. I think the Iranians switched to EU’s in March. Needless to say, the EU love it as it helps stabilise the Euro. And just to make it intriguing, the US – whose national debt is owned by????? The chinese !! – have been told in no uncertain terms by the chinese that an attack on Iran will force them to dump US debt which would destroy the States economically. Very smart those Chinese guys. In effect, they own the US through debt.


About GWB (Everything below taken from emails from Neil, with permission.)

Do you know that his “good ol texan drawl” is deliberate?. It makes him appeal to the uneducated/lesser well educated masses of which there are plenty in the States. Consider the following picture.

image001.jpgSociety is a hierarchy, yes?. The top triangle represents the elite, middle the middle classes/affluent etc and the bottom everyone else (lower classes/poor). If you wanted to win an election, which demographic do you need to pander to the most?. You certainly would like the elite because they have the finance and the clout and you need that to become president. More on the elite later. As you can see from the area under what I have called lower/poor, that represents the biggest area and one that is absolutely essential to win in order to get elected.

The best way to get the vote of the unquestioning, uneducated is through a campaign of fear. Nazi Germany went one better in convincing every tier of society that the Jews were the devil and need eliminated. I have an excellent book on this subject if you require further info. The best way to garner public support from the lower echelons of society is to galvanise them through fear so that they blame their ills on an ill-defined bogeyman. This trick has been played throughout time and it is a con. This is what is currently happening in the States. People who were dumbfounded when Bush got re-elected in 2004 have no reason to be. I saw the demographic figures for who voted where and GWB managed to convince exactly those people at the bottom of the pyramid to vote for him. He was never going to win a fight with the intelligentsia so he didn’t even pander to them – they typically vote democrat anyway. As for the bottom tier, they have been conned by the biggest Orwellian trick of all. Do you know that 40% of American’s don’t have a passport and have never even left their state, never mind their country. How can they possibly make informed decisions?

As for the elite. Dick Cheyney used to be the CEO of…..any guesses….Halliburton. Guess who now has just about every contract for the rebuilding of Iraq? – Got it in one. GWB used to be an oilman – well looks like US oil companies will do very well in terms of reaping the benefits of Iraqi oil. And the bigs arms companies in the US – some of which I have worked for – have done very very very well. War is good for business. I have seen presentations given where people stand up and make no bones that the Iraq war has been great for them and long may it continue. I tell people that GWB has done a brilliant job as president and if you hear me out, you may just accept I have a point. He has done an excellent job of paying back the elite who backed him – The Halliburtons, the oil companies etc. While he may go on record as saying “we can’t rely on the middle east for oil”, he is not being sincere. Look what has happened to oil prices as a result of the war – rocketed up to unprecedented highs. Well his friends in the oil industry are not unhappy about that, are they?. Bush knows that he won’t have to tackle the diminishing oil problem – someone else will get that problem once he’s out of office. But he has paid back those who backed him – and handsomely.


So that leads me to my existential crisis. If I keep thinking about everything I might just go crazy. There are things that are wrong in the world, but I’m not cut out to be an activist – unless I am 100% sure of something, believe in it 100%, I find it difficult not to be swayed by those who have a different perspective, and offer a reasonable argument and back it up with facts. Still, even then I will do my own research. If something catches my attention and interest, then it’s worth my time to investigate further.

How do we decide what’s good or bad? Is there any other way to categorise things than by comparing it to something else and seeing if it matches up? Good is only good because bad exists. We only know happiness from experiencing sadness, or ambivalence, so that we have something to compare the feeling to. I don’t think that the Garden of Eden would be paradise… not feeling pain or sadness might be a positive, until you look at the flipside of not knowing joy, and happiness.

An example – after Christian and I broke up, I was devastated. I was so down, I couldn’t imagine ever feeling happy again. Everything was difficult. It was hard just getting through a day of work, or being at home by myself. After I started to come back out of the grief, as my mood slowly elevated and the sun started shining again, the feeling of well-being was so strong that I literally felt like someone had injected me with a happiness drug. I couldn’t think of any reason that I should be happy. But it was there. It was one of the best feelings ever – like one of those flying dreams where you soar above everything, only I was awake (and obviously not literally flying). So anyway, I think that the acceptance that follows grief, when you’ve come to terms with a situation, and can feel good about life again, is one of the most amazing feelings. And if you hadn’t felt the sadness, how could you appreciate the good, when it eventually came along?

Reading over everything, things I didn’t know about the world and the way things work, the way people bask in their own ignorance and prefer it to stay that way, there’s no reason that in the aftermath of this awareness I should be happy at all. How can you feel happy when you are one step closer to the truth about the state of the world, and it sucks? So the pessimists were right? Why should optimism exist at all? Maybe optimism is just another word for naivete.

That said, I’m more aware of some things, come to terms with others, and I’m not angry at anyone. I still feel happy. I still like being alive. There’s nothing more perfect than just being.

I am such a geek.

 

I got two modest mouse cds today. I like their words, and I like Wolf Parade’s words too (because they’re similar) even when they don’t mean anything they mean something.

It’s strange when I’m in my room, I can’t hear anything outside it because the fan is on 3 (it’s hot) and I’m watching a DVD or listening to music, and then hours later I open the door and the living room is full of people. I just find it strange that I was existing in this coccoon of alone-ness, and find there are people conversing and watching TV (always sitting around the TV). But this is why I don’t go out into the living room, because they are sitting around the TV. It’s so boring, most of the shows they have on are crap. Like the OC, what a load of crap! And Desperate Housewives! And Survivor! And all these shows people get excited about! Its all just boring unintelligent drivel. It’s like junk food for brains. The shows are getting worse by the year, because now we are in the golden age where no new concepts exist, and verything is just a regurgitated conglomerate of whatever the person who created it had seen in their lifetime (I had my own argument to counter this argument, but never mind because it’s too late and I’m tired.)

I’m going to work late again tomorrow. I can’t believe how hot it is! I can’t believe I keep undermining my own efforts at repaying my debts by buying shallow spend-happy consumer goods. Actually I can believe it. I have no concept of delayed gratification, as soon as I want something I buy it, just because I can. What a world we live in, eh? And with the new industrial reforms, well I suppose this is a terrible thing to get used to for when the time of the renewal of the Certified Agreement comes around! Hopefully I won’t be here then, I’ll be somewhere else entirely (meaning, not in Australia… The Lucky Country! “Luck will be temporarily unavailable for the next five to seven years. John Howard thanks you for voting Liberal!” YOU IDIOTS!) NO ONE will own up to voting for him, and yet he keeps getting voted in! Everyone says, “well, don’t look at me, I didn’t vote for him!” But that can’t be true because they won the election. Someone’s lyyyyyying because they’re ashaaaamed of the way the country is being run and all the problems that are caused when the leader has forgotten or never knew what it was like in the first place to be a blue-collar worker (just a hint: blue collar workers are the backbone of the economy which is what you’re so obsessed with you IDIOT) and therefore makes all his decisions based on what will be best for the economy when if he took a step further back in the food chain he’d see that what supports the economy is PEOPLE!

GOSH!

Anyway. I’m not a politician. I obviously can’t have an opinion on something I understand so little of. Except to say, I hope labour wins the next elections, even if they are leaderless and disorganised.

 

I’m tired (as per usual). Apparently I’ve been cultivating a reputation for silence. Ro said to me today, “You don’t talk much, do you?” And I guess I haven’t been. I’d just as soon hide in a dark hole somewhere, away from everything and everyone. Oooh I’m so anti-social. Well, I have my moments at least. I’ve been trying to explain to people how I feel, but I don’t think they get it because they’re not dumb wimpy babies like I am, so they can’t empathise. “Life’s so hard!”.

I have found I can’t handle boring conversations. I can’t handle boring anything. You know the stupid, everyday crap that everyone goes on with… it frustrates me so much, I’d just as soon lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling than have to listen and respond in kind. And it’s tiring me out. It’s exhausting not being interested in anything, and I know I don’t hide my feelings very well, and this worries me. It’s different now to how it was before, because when I was younger I used to let my feelings out and scream and yell and rage on, but now if I feel anything like anger or frustration I hide away somewhere until it goes away. And if it doesn’t go away.. well.. I stay there. There have been exceptions, but right now it makes me uncomfortable to air my feelings in an open forum, and communicate them to people not in words but in actions. I can’t do it. Unless it’s outside my control, eg. bursting into tears about something. But the problem has now become that I feel this way so often that I am more removed from life than living it.

We went to see V for Vendetta today. It was good. Sort of… confronting, in a Hollywood bullshit kind of way. The references to Nazi Germany were a little too obvious – the fervent, die-hard, extremist dictator, the blind acceptance by a desperate population, the propaganda (when is news ever NOT propaganda?), the religious links of the party emblem, the prison camps for medical experiments filled with the usual downtrodden (gays, muslims, enemies of the state, those guilty of sedition or treason…)… Oh sorry, did I just give away the general plot of the movie? Not really, it’s worth seeing. Even if Natalie Portman’s british accent was a bit too forced. They really gave the brits a good ol’ beating. I don’t think that the British hold any particular grudges against the Americans for wanting to be independent, because the independents won that battle fair and square (all’s fair in love & war). It’s not like the Brits’d still be sulking… What a vainglorious, presumptuous concept! America’s such a great country – all the rest of the world is so jealous that we’re just waiting with bated breath for their downfall! Pffft. Anyway, the suggestions put forth were a bit simplistic, but I guess that main releases have such a broad target audience that they’d have to cater to those who don’t want to have to think too hard about things. Spoon-feeding audiences is a finely honed skill these days.

My hair is growing long. I need a haircut. I wanted to dye it this weekend, the blonde is coming through again. I have to cover it before people see it and make assumptions which they might not have otherwise come to until I did something obviously blonde (this being a daily occurence, there’s really not that much difference).

Noelle is moving out this weekend. I wonder if we’ll get to see her place tomorrow, or if it will have to wait a while longer.

Sigh.

Work on monday. As usual. We’ll be busy, as usual. I’ll be tired, as usual. And bored. Don’t forget bored. Agh.

 

I’m so tired, and feeling sick.

I drank too much tea today, and I feel like I start moving through strobe lights, staggered movements but really fast. Like stop-start-stop-start… except on fast forward. I’m so tired because I’ve been doing overtime for two whole weeks now, which is exhausting when I don’t get to bed until 11pm and wake up at 5am. I had to come home early yesterday and go to bed early, so I only did an hour extra. Almost not worth it. I’ve still got a cabcharge voucher because I forgot it the first night, caught the train, and it took me 40 minutes to walk home in the dark. It’s a nice walk though, so I don’t mind. Even in the dark it’s nice.

I got so tired day before yesterday at work that I made stupid mistakes and strongly berated myself for them. I burst into tears at one point because I was frustrated with how stupid I was. This was a combination of tiredness and thinking other stupid things (not work stupid things, but home stupid) that I had done which have been like constant storm clouds above my head, and I’m just waiting for the deluge. Kirra said I’m way too harsh on myself, that I should give myself a break, but I don’t think I deserve one. If I do something stupid, I have to acknowledge it because otherwise I can’t learn from it, and remember not to do that again. But I never learn. So what’s the point?

I get so frustrated with myself, because I can see where I go wrong, I can see it. I made a stupid, stupid, obvious mistake. It wasn’t a big mistake, just a little one that didn’t matter, but that makes it worse I think. How could I do that? How could I not see? Ugh. I’m such an idiot. I hate TV. It’s so loud and dominates whatever room it’s in. That’s fine if all you want to do is watch TV, but what if all you want to do is read? or write? or talk to someone? TV is selfish. I’m selfish so I guess I can’t really talk. Judge not lest ye be judged. Why have I been so judgmental?

Finally they had blue dye in stock, but now they have no black. If I had a store which sold things like that I’d make sure they were constantly there, and if they weren’t there, I’d put a little sign up which said, “sorry! This product is out of stock. We should have some more available ______” and i’d also let people put products on hold so they could get one as soon as they came in. It’s a guaranteed sale, people! I think it would be better if they put a sign up saying when they expected more to come in, because then I wouldn’t have to go searching all over the city or check back in every day and I could just come back to that shop the date it was supposed to come back in. I suppose that’s not a guarantee that it would be there, but it’s better than having no idea at all.

We saw the cutest boy in the city today. He had a long black coat on, not a trenchie (yuck), but sgt pepper style almost, and a jaunty little hat. He looked awesome. Some interesting news from my lunchtime boredom: Kim Jong-Il of North Korea has allowed the release of a love song – shock horror! And England has banned our “where the bloody hell are you?” tourism campaign ads – big surprise. Someone had to. Penny said they were just being precious, but that’s their prerogative. If our tourism industry wants to make ridiculous adverts, then they have every right to refuse them.

One of the spokespeople for the ads said something along the lines of “you can’t buy this publicity!” Like it was a really good thing. Everybody’s going to think we’re gutter-mouthed bimbos. The boys don’t get too bad a rap, but it’s as though women’s suffrage never happened. Everyone’s so misogynistic. I feel sad.

I want to see an ad broadcast internationally that features the following all-Australian themes: Emos sulking in black skinny-legs and red paintings or MCR shirts; the Cronulla racial riots (to add some excitement); Macquarie Fields (just cause); Street Hawkers closing in for the kill; 15 year-old mothers-to-be getting high on the Baby Bonus… I can’t think straight right now. I’m sure there are a million other Aussie clichés that could be used and would create a far more accurate portrayal of modern Australian life.

Anyway, today I felt much better after getting a decent nights sleep. And I was ready in time to catch the early bus, and for some reason my access card worked straight away when usually I have to wait until 6:30am… I’ll have to catch the train tomorrow because our bus doesn’t run that early on Saturdays. I can’t wait until this overtime is OVER. I can’t afford not to take it while it’s on offer, but it’s just so exhausting. I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if I went to bed at a reasonable hour, but I just can’t seem to. I go to bed and just lay there, awake, waiting to sleep, even though I’m so tired I can’t keep my eyes open. I never used to have trouble sleeping. I’ve got too many things running through my mind.

Kirra said that I bite so easily when people are stirring me up. I’m easily stirred up. It’s not that I take things seriously, because I know that people are just joking. It’s not like I go and sulk in a corner when people joke with me, though apparently I did sound really serious when I said “shut up!” to Nathan K, but that was only because he stood there for ages making chicken noises at me. He said “I thought you were braver than that.” And I said, “No, I’m really not.” though it’s not really fair because I didn’t have a choice It wasn’t like I could take the vote and use that as justification for sending the email.

Agh I’m falling asleep. That’s a sign to me that what I’m writing is boring. BORING! I have that sound in my head, of someone saying BORING but I’m not sure where it comes from. I think it’s just me.

I paid my deposit on my trip today. How exciting! That’s what I think of whenever I feel down. GREY SKIES ARE GONNA CLEAR UP, PUT ON A HAPPY FACE! Why do people say to me “SMILE!” when I am feeling sad? Why should I smile? That’s like lying. It’s a lie.

I like that “All these things that I’ve done” song by the Killers. I don’t know why. I like the words, though when you put them together they don’t seem to mean all that much.

I want to turn back time and have gone to sleep hours ago, not still be sitting here awake not being able to go to bed because I still want to keep listening to Modest Mouse which I haven’t listened to in ages, but how to start work early tomorrow? And how to cope with everything? And how to continue?

Sleeeeeeep sounds good right now.

 

I am wrong in judging people. And I am wrong to feel so angry. I can’t give advice on things that I don’t fully understand. And I hardly understand ANYTHING. I feel sick from eating junk today. From never drinking soft drink to having three bottles of coke zero… and I don’t even really like it that much. I’ve got so many chemicals in my system right now and I just feel terrible.

I am tired, and was tired before, and it’s hot, and I feel sick, and everything has just culminated in one huge feeling of not wanting to exist. I feel so helpless, for Noelle, who has just had the ending of her neverending relationship. It’s been a long time coming. But the person who provided the finality has just been such a complete fucking selfish asshole about things (there it is – the most swearing you will ever hear uttered from my keyboard) and decided he “didn’t want to deal with it” until he was forced to, which was tonight. I mean, what a freaking joke. How can all of your intentions never actually come to anything? How can you intend to do so many things? How can you treat your friends better and with more respect and more of your time than your so-called girlfriend? I’m sorry, but most guys have things completely messed up. Girls are not a part-time job. They’re not something you just deal with so you can get laid once in a while.

Agh. I have to stop before I rant on.

So we went to Tropfest tonight. We had a BBQ by the sandy pool (oh sorry, I mean beach) of Southbank, and then watched the short films. Apparently Tropfest has the biggest audience of any film festival in the world (this little fact provided by Noelle) due to the simulcasts all over Australia (Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane…). The films were good. One, called “Fishy” was so disturbing I had my hands over my eyes for some of it, half hating and half loving the macabre unreality of it. The end was confusing. I think I got the point (somewhat) but Noelle’s conclusion was so different to mine that I have to wonder. She just hated it, as did Clare. And Clare said, “I know people like you, that like things that disturb you, but you’re nice at the same time, and the other people I know aren’t.” As if liking scary movies immediately makes you the scum of the earth, and anyone who isn’t becomes a curiosity. We missed out on the second half due to the end of the end of the end for Noelle, who was beset by such a profound and encompassing grief (stemming from a conversation with asshole mentioned earlier that left her shattered) that we left immediately.

I hope that Noelle doesn’t let this drag her down forever. I hope that her vibrancy and effervescence and positive energy aren’t marred permanently by the actions of one selfish individual. But it really was the best thing that could have happened. If it went on and on like it had been, then maybe it would set in Noelle the notion that she was only worth as much as he would give her: in time, energy, love…. And she is worth so much more.

And now I’m up far later than I intended, and I have work tomorrow and I’m going to be TIRED along with feeling like crap. At least it’s only another two days until payday (though having no money hasn’t stopped me from spending it). Overtime all this week, plus Saturday. I’m not going to bail on any of it, because I really need the money. The government is going to love me for all the tax they’ll get next week… And for the fact that though I intend on studying very soon I do not intend on quitting my job to do it. And so therefore I’ll still be paying my own way through everything, therefore not asking for any Austudy, therefore no government handouts. I don’t want anything from the government, I could never take something from something/persons that I respect so little. Although I have in the past.

It’s strange, but although there are so many people denouncing the current governing party, they’ve had nothing but wins since I’ve been old enough to vote. How does that happen? I loved that, on Glasshouse the other night, when the American guy said, “You guys get fined if you don’t vote!?” And Dave Hughes said, “Yeah, but you guys get George Bush.” Yeah, but then we get a weedy little idiot who copies George Bush’s every move. So we’re in just as deep as the US in everything. And the stores fill up with American goodies, and everyone wears American fashion, and do you even have to make an effort to put on an American accent? And gosh, I’m sorry, are we spelling recognise with a “z” now? (is that pronounced zed or zee? But I’ve never agreed with the Australian pronunciation of that one anyway). When people overseas mistake Australians for Americans, couldn’t that just be an unintentional comment on our current social & political situation?

I don’t want that to sound like I’m being racist. America is like the obnoxious bully kid at school who’s popular but nobody knows why, and Australia is the young impressionable kid desperately seeking approval from someone who looks like they might be established in a complicated hierarchy. So we’ve chosen our side, and our role model, and though it now occurs that might not have been the best decision, how embarrassing would it be for us to now change our minds! No one seems to want to anyway. What a rort that was – WMD. And the fact that everyone knows the acronym (I guess Team America helped with that)… What a joke. How anyone could think it wasn’t about the oil… The world is bought and sold a million times over and the most important person is always the one with the biggest piece of pie. So I guess now is the time for me to clarify that I mean the United States Government, not the people (because I don’t believe that the election of the Bush Administration by majority of the vote was an actual event, that there wasn’t foul play afoot).

Anyway, what can I do about it? Nothing. So what’s the point of me ranting about it? Best answer being there is no point, but if ever anything I did had a point I’d be highly surprised. Could someone get me a ladder so I can get down off this high horse?

 

Costello is our new prime minister. Is that his name? I’ve always found that funny – the whole abott and costello thing. Cause there’s also an Abbott in parliment, and anyone who remembers anything would remember that stupid show with the two guys, abot and costello, and one would always yell out “abo-o-ottt!!!!”. I should really research into that, do a comparison article. abbott & costello vs abbott & costello. Of course, I’d have to get the spelling of their names right etc

But yeah, last night Rosie and I got movies out to watch – Antitrust and Road Trip. There’s a funny story about the road trip movie… I hadn’t seen it yet, but I was always quoting that dog that talks to the old man when he has some weed… he says “hey, old man, I got the fuckin munchies real bad.” and something else about blueberry pancakes. But I just quoted that part, only I said “hey, old man, I got the munchies real bad.” So anyways, when I lived in brisvegas with lauren and penny, we used to do shopping together each week for essential items for the house. Extras could be bought any other time. I was pushing the trolley along this aisle with all the jars of pasta sauce in it, and I stopped to look at some, and I thought lauren was behind me, so I said “hey, old man, i got the munchies real bad” in my best rough dog voice. But when I turned around, the only person standing there was an old man and his wife. He looked so shocked. I was so embarrassed. I said “oh… no, i wasn’t talking to you…” but it was no use. He was an old man! his wife was laughing at me, and I high tailed it outta there.

I can always manage to make a fool out of myself. It’s kinda funny now, but at the time I felt really bad about it. Another stupid thing I did was just yesterday when I stopped concentrating while I was looking after the greens how to vote thing. I didn’t give them out to people, because I figure i’d get pissed off at all the political campaigners crowding around shoving pieces of crap in my face. So I stood off to the side a bit, with a greens sign, and gave how to vote cards to whoever wanted one. After a couple of hours, my mind was wandering, and I started saying “vote for the national socialist party”. People looked really scared and stayed away from me for a while after that… I said “no, i’m just kidding! it’s really the paper aeroplane party!” and made all these paper aeroplanes out of the one nation party how to vote cards. some little kids came up and stole them all though. so yeah, it was pretty boring. actually, I remember something interesting that happened – this old guy in a cowboy hat came up to all of the people with how to vote cards to hand out, and proceeded to tell them all about ian causley… i couldn’t hear him, so I asked him what he was talking about and he showed me a url that he had written on a little piece of paper, and said “go to this website, it’ll tell you all about it. Ian causley is evil, he’s a murderer. He raped seven women last year – are you going to let him get away with it?” I said “oh, no, that’s tragic! but you know, i couldn’t vote for him anyway. he’s not in this electorate.” so the guy looked surprised and left. I think he was going to the real ian causley electorate, whichever one that is.

if you want to read more about the conspiratorial crap on ian causley, here’s a couple of links:

http://www.westfield-ma.com/gaiaguys/McDonnell_statement_7.8.2000.htm

http://www.gaiaguys.net/editorial_Feb_2001.htm

 

Wow. almost election day. I’m going to vote for the greens, because there is no way i’m voting for any of the other LOSERS! Stupid John Howard… well I think that is self-explanatory. Kim Beazley is just an opportunist, and everything he says is so contrived. What to do, oh what to do. Greens are the only ones I can see doing any good. Plus they don’t make stupid advertisements that diss their competitors. In fact, I don’t think I’ve see a greens political advertisement at all… I’ve seen the NEFA one…or is that NIFA? something about forests anyway. Greens have got their preferences lined up so if they don’t get in, all their votes go to the labour party. That’s okay with me. I put my trust in the greens… ^_^.

Catdog keeps trying to sit on my keyboard. It’s so annoying, because he’ll walk all over the keys, and the computer will ding and bring up favourites or history or the kitchen sink…

Mum’s friends Simon and Paul are here right now, looking at the downstairs bathroom (which isn’t actually a bathroom yet, just a toilet and laundry) which is soon to be renovated to include a shower and a proper basin – not just the big washing machine basin thingy. Dad, as a plumber, will be doing the plumbing obviously. lol. I can’t wait until it’s all done, and I’ll get another window in my room that looks out onto the lake.

Day before yesterday I went to the shops with Lou and Gitar, and went to have a look in Betta Electrical. How good could betta electrical be if they can’t even spell better? I was looking at discmans (cause I reeeeally need one) and then i asked the guy at the counter if they had any cd/mp3 players… he said that there wasn’t much point, because the demographics of the yamba/maclean area didn’t indicate a need for mp3 players. Apparently, the majority of the population are old people who still come in asking for record players. Get with the program grandpa! lol. I mean, really, how can they still be so far behind?

My pop was cool, he was with the times… so how come the old people down here are so different? Maybe it’s because they don’t have to embrace new technology, or the fact that the world is changing. They just let everyone else accommodate their lifestyle. Boooo. It’s kinda sad really… until you think about it some more and it’s just funny… lol. Whenever I eventually have enough money to get an mp3 player, i’ll have to get it in brisbane or some big city like that. Or maybe, by the time i’ve saved up that much, mp3 players will be sold here, or even obsolete! lol. maybe by that time there’ll be an implant you can get, a little chip put inside the aural nerve receptors of the brain that plays your favourite music… LOL i’m such a dumbass ;)

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