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Bogans and Zombie Festivities
Dec. 24th, 2008 09:17 pmChristmas Eve has been mostly peaceful, except for some visitor of the Screamers pausing their vehicle on *my* driveway before departing and conducting farewells with the rest of the tribe. I get territorial about my space, particularly in re invasions from the local bogans, but since I was outnumbered I couldn't do much except give them the hairy eyeball until the guy left.
Today was spent recovering from work. I've had either a recurrence of my cold or a nasty allergic attack; either way, I was sick for Monday and Tuesday. Couldn't take time off so used all the remedies I knew, including the last ditch one of eating garlic. It works beautifully to clear my sinuses but then I can't go near anybody for at least 12 hours. One cure for malaise I don't recommend and that's Vitamin C capsules. Not for their content; they may be as advertised but they are so whopping big I nearly choked on one in the tea room on Tuesday. You could die in that place before anybody checked - "Oh yeah, I did hear you in there" - but fortunately I managed to cough it up unaided and stagger back to my station.
From being so empty in the morning that it looked as though the zombie hordes had already been through Perth CBD, the city was crazy with shoppers by the time I went home on Tuesday. It probably was today but I didn't go in; the closest was a trip to the local shopping centre to buy a new hose, since mine had chosen Sunday to self-destruct. "Ah, a K-Mart Kinko!" greeted a fellow shopper when he saw it. Even the fruit-and-veg store was crowded by those fearing starvation because the shops would be closed for the next two days.
It's just me and a bunch of rats here at home now; my own two boys and two visitors whose people are going to Thailand tomorrow. Smoky and Joshua are big, squishy and love attention. I tested to see whether the four rats could possibly be allowed to play together but five-month-old Jasper had a sudden attack of alpha-ratness and jumped on Joshua, who is twice his size. Joshua turned on him as though to say, "Right, I can deal with you!" At this point I grabbed Joshua, so of course Jasper now thinks he won.
I'm saving a new post-apocalypse novel, The World Made By Hand by James Kunstler, to read on Christmas Day. It seems curiously fitting.
Today was spent recovering from work. I've had either a recurrence of my cold or a nasty allergic attack; either way, I was sick for Monday and Tuesday. Couldn't take time off so used all the remedies I knew, including the last ditch one of eating garlic. It works beautifully to clear my sinuses but then I can't go near anybody for at least 12 hours. One cure for malaise I don't recommend and that's Vitamin C capsules. Not for their content; they may be as advertised but they are so whopping big I nearly choked on one in the tea room on Tuesday. You could die in that place before anybody checked - "Oh yeah, I did hear you in there" - but fortunately I managed to cough it up unaided and stagger back to my station.
From being so empty in the morning that it looked as though the zombie hordes had already been through Perth CBD, the city was crazy with shoppers by the time I went home on Tuesday. It probably was today but I didn't go in; the closest was a trip to the local shopping centre to buy a new hose, since mine had chosen Sunday to self-destruct. "Ah, a K-Mart Kinko!" greeted a fellow shopper when he saw it. Even the fruit-and-veg store was crowded by those fearing starvation because the shops would be closed for the next two days.
It's just me and a bunch of rats here at home now; my own two boys and two visitors whose people are going to Thailand tomorrow. Smoky and Joshua are big, squishy and love attention. I tested to see whether the four rats could possibly be allowed to play together but five-month-old Jasper had a sudden attack of alpha-ratness and jumped on Joshua, who is twice his size. Joshua turned on him as though to say, "Right, I can deal with you!" At this point I grabbed Joshua, so of course Jasper now thinks he won.
I'm saving a new post-apocalypse novel, The World Made By Hand by James Kunstler, to read on Christmas Day. It seems curiously fitting.