Gorn.
@skankyballerina @dj2mn I have gained an understanding of your position, yes.
All the fish.
Prosperity instagram.com/p/bDm9ZWiFgD/
Having read all safety instructions, I am choosing to eat sushi for dinner tonight. I will now go to the place of sushi, and eat sushi.
@skankyballerina @dj2mn I thought Andreas Fistingvieder was something else, but in any event, harps should be banned along with land mines.
RT @niallclugston: The problem is the legal worldview and the medical worldview are poles apart. [Exactly. Biology is blurry at the edges.]
Sadly, @404ed, no leeches were prescribed.
Pharmacist recommends against certain aspects of GP’s recommendation. Because Science.
Gotta love my GPs. “I recommend we try X, but if it doesn’t work it’s not my fault, OK?”
Well that was interesting.
@cjlambert @NathanaelB @jeamland Stop it.
GreenJ …the weird turn pro. RT @ConroyMO: For everyone who’s asked ‘Why the Dalek?’ - farewell from all in Team Conroy pic.twitter.com/rKs4XVQYC6
I’m sure this medical practice is playing Enya in the waiting room because they think it’s relaxing. They are wrong. Please hand me a knife.
RT @leslienassar: Itsa me! [Well, there’s a problem solved. And ten more created.]
Do we have a new communications minister yet?
“Conroy’s legacy: From factional Dalek to NBN master”, writes @joshgnosis http://t.co/rpJu7MYdL9
RT @michaelneale: what is an information industry? [Dunno, but AIIA is “voice of the digital economy”. aiia.com.au Proctology?]
By comparison, Competitive Carriers Coalition (CCC) thanks Sen Conroy “for his service and achievements in the portfolio”, wishes him well.
RT @firstdogonmoon: FAIRY MARTINS! http://t.co/EPvQ9haKlO [Damn, I thought that said “fairy martinis” for a moment. Sulk.]
[Deletes press release from whiney rent-seeking industry.]
Well, Dear AIIA perhaps all PM Rudd needs to do is point you to some pages on the ABS website that show you how fucking well off you are.
“Australian Information Industry Association (AIIA) is calling on PM Rudd “to take action to restore industry confidence in the economy”.
“Women of Canada, you can help!” http://t.co/aTkYHN6j5K
@leftventricleau Thanks. Pre-made WordPress themes and too many years of media work give you the skills to paper over the cracks.
@leftventricleau No, I’ve got nothing going. The one new thing I did have was sorta launched last week. corruptednerds.com
@leftventricleau @cfsmtbation I have abandoned work for the day, for reasons which may be explained later.
RT @cfsmtbation: Extreme cat watching. #catspam pic.twitter.com/s1qyYWoMK1 [But very good catspam nonetheless.]
@theMickMorris Indeed. I stumbled across the post looking for something else, and realised that I’ve been writing about this shit for years.
Just stumbled across my 2007 post “Oops, there goes privacy! So now what?” Does the thesis still hold? http://t.co/wuTTWGJDz3
At least there’s someone having a time that seems worse than mine, because it’s on television. http://t.co/TgJB4zz6ap
Nope, the chances of me getting any meaningful work done today is very low indeed.
This isn’t going to work.
Staring at the to-do list, trying to figure out how I can make this work, when nothing really wants to work.
Is there a list of known Sydney City Council hopefuls somewhere?
Heading back to Camperdown, in the hope that I’ll get some sort of inspiration to be able to write.
They’ve gone.
Meanwhile his colleague was on the phone, ordering two cartons of shot glasses.
He’s gone. He’s expecting a delivery of mince for “the hambuggers” and then has to buy “rolls for the hambuggers”. Demanding life, it seems.
Earlier, re Sydney City Council, he said his plan for [didn’t catch] was “to sack all 20 of them straight away”.
OH, his colleague: “My surname used to be Albanese.” Man: “Your maiden name?” “Yes.” “That’s OK, that doesn’t make you a socialist.”
OH, his colleague: “You’re smoking? I thought you gave up at the beginning of the year?” “Yeah, but Julia Gillard stressed me out.”
OH: “And wouldn’t it be great if Clover went too. What a year that’d be.”
OH: “Still, she’s from Adelaide,” he sneers.
OH: “Thank God that dreadful women is gone, we don’t have to listen to that horrible nasal drone,” he fagwhines hypocritically.
The whiney man at the next table is loudly complaining and discussing his Sydney City Council election strategy. He’s an arsehat.
Vampiric procedures have been completed. There was an also incidental conversation about poo. Of course, breakfast is next.
Mobile. Implementing the draft plan. And already I’m behind schedule. Excellent.
Thu plan, draft: 0800 let the vampires do their work; breakfast; remainder TBA, but there’s a LOT of writing I’m meant to do this week. Cry.
Oh.