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In the past couple of weeks, since leaving uni (and my nutwork connection) I've not been about much.
Consequently I've not vented my opinion much, so here's some stuff on my mind at the moment:
Soo, could have been bad times for Mr Blair recently.
Fortunately for Labour, while Blair seems hell bent on bringing the Tories back into contention with his rash policies and deceitful practices, Iain (or one i) Duncan Smith is returning the favour by repeatedly letting Blair off the hook.
I get the impression that he's not done as badly overall as he has in the stuff the public have seen, but nevertheless he had a huge chance to bring the Tories from a battle for second place back into contention like a phoenix from the flames. But he's too lame.
To be honest, allowing Blair to harp on about tights without pointing out that nobody was concerned with the get-up, only the constitutional protection Tony was hell bent on trashing, that just reeks of incompetence.
Still, when the Tories failed to make ground on Labour, there was a huge opening for the Lib Dems to win points (and votes) from both parties.
Anyone heard anything from them? (Bar discovery of documents in an almost unrelated story today...)
So we have 3 main parties, none of whom manage to not suck.
Maybe I'll write to Mr Bush and ask for a regime change...
Couldn't sleep last night, so I turned the TV on. Saw a huge spider on my ceiling. To cut a *long* story short, it fell on my duvet and I spent an half an hour trying to slide the upturned glass onto cardboard, without the duvet giving the space for the nippy git to make a break for it.
When I finally chucked it out of the briefly opened window another spider came in and promptly hid.
I dispared for a few minutes then gave up, spent an hour letting the adrenaline and fear subside, and slept.
Been to a job centre today, in the town where my dad works. The idea is that if I can't get anything here, I can commute with him.
Virtually no suitable jobs (even with my low standards). I've been rejecting lame career options lately, looking for something 'right' for me.
After that depressing hole the stuff I gave up doesn't look so bad.
I have an interview tomorrow, for the most suitable job available: Packing stuff on a factory line between 10pm and 8am. Ouch.
Travelling will be difficult. As will giving up my life to do a crap job. But it's only a temporary thing.
I don't know if it will work though...
New Zeland got further away again, when I realised my second bank account was £120 more overdrawn than I remembered, and that I'll need to leave money here for my monthly mobile phone contract payments.
Just as a job gets harder to land, I need the money much more.
Ain't that always the way.
Other news: After finishing 'the Prince' (Machiavelli), I started 'The Emperor's New Mind (Penrose). It's part high level physics, part philosophy. The prologue managed to go over my head with the maths.
I felt unwanted with the job thing. Now I feel stupid too.
The first chapter got easier, but I'm sure it'll lose me again soon enough.
I feel utterly misearable these days.
:^(
Consequently I've not vented my opinion much, so here's some stuff on my mind at the moment:
Soo, could have been bad times for Mr Blair recently.
Fortunately for Labour, while Blair seems hell bent on bringing the Tories back into contention with his rash policies and deceitful practices, Iain (or one i) Duncan Smith is returning the favour by repeatedly letting Blair off the hook.
I get the impression that he's not done as badly overall as he has in the stuff the public have seen, but nevertheless he had a huge chance to bring the Tories from a battle for second place back into contention like a phoenix from the flames. But he's too lame.
To be honest, allowing Blair to harp on about tights without pointing out that nobody was concerned with the get-up, only the constitutional protection Tony was hell bent on trashing, that just reeks of incompetence.
Still, when the Tories failed to make ground on Labour, there was a huge opening for the Lib Dems to win points (and votes) from both parties.
Anyone heard anything from them? (Bar discovery of documents in an almost unrelated story today...)
So we have 3 main parties, none of whom manage to not suck.
Maybe I'll write to Mr Bush and ask for a regime change...
Couldn't sleep last night, so I turned the TV on. Saw a huge spider on my ceiling. To cut a *long* story short, it fell on my duvet and I spent an half an hour trying to slide the upturned glass onto cardboard, without the duvet giving the space for the nippy git to make a break for it.
When I finally chucked it out of the briefly opened window another spider came in and promptly hid.
I dispared for a few minutes then gave up, spent an hour letting the adrenaline and fear subside, and slept.
Been to a job centre today, in the town where my dad works. The idea is that if I can't get anything here, I can commute with him.
Virtually no suitable jobs (even with my low standards). I've been rejecting lame career options lately, looking for something 'right' for me.
After that depressing hole the stuff I gave up doesn't look so bad.
I have an interview tomorrow, for the most suitable job available: Packing stuff on a factory line between 10pm and 8am. Ouch.
Travelling will be difficult. As will giving up my life to do a crap job. But it's only a temporary thing.
I don't know if it will work though...
New Zeland got further away again, when I realised my second bank account was £120 more overdrawn than I remembered, and that I'll need to leave money here for my monthly mobile phone contract payments.
Just as a job gets harder to land, I need the money much more.
Ain't that always the way.
Other news: After finishing 'the Prince' (Machiavelli), I started 'The Emperor's New Mind (Penrose). It's part high level physics, part philosophy. The prologue managed to go over my head with the maths.
I felt unwanted with the job thing. Now I feel stupid too.
The first chapter got easier, but I'm sure it'll lose me again soon enough.
I feel utterly misearable these days.
:^(
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The incredible hulk, why?
He couldn't be the incredible bulk, that would just be gay porn,
he couldn't be the incredible hunk, that would just be gay porn.
I like my reasoning.
I am abstract.
He couldn't be the incredible bulk, that would just be gay porn,
he couldn't be the incredible hunk, that would just be gay porn.
I like my reasoning.
I am abstract.
salp?
Laps
salp
Wow, so many words, so few letters.
Plas
Plas
alps
laps?
*pals*
*slap*
That's grammatically incorrect.
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