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Not my fault; I just live here
Apr. 15th, 2015 11:10 pmThe mainstream, so called, gets weirder all the time. For instance, if I type in the words "Can Western Australia" Google fills in "secede." If I read supposedly serious articles on the subject, the nicest responses are versions of "good luck with that!"
It's very strange and I wouldn't say I'm on top of the history, though I've read some and know we've come close in the past; at Federation and when a poll was taken in 1930, I think it was. I only recently learned that WA is not named in the preamble to the Constitution because the state's leaders took too long to agree to join federation and the document couldn't be redone.
I'm not up on economics, so I can't say whether our share in good times makes us deserve a low share in bad times and that we're behaving like whiners now. Well, that those in power are. Nobody's asked me and they're unlikely to care about my opinion until it comes time to vote once more. I'm afraid being a writer makes me want to sit back, watch and speculate which way the craziness will swing. As a writer, of course it's also made me wonder how we would work out at being a nation. Could we feed ourselves, if we had to? Would we become a republic as well? If we're going to go that far, seems we might as well go the rest of the way. What could we use as a new national anthem?
Other stuff: Work is bearable at the moment. They've gone from insanely busy to just busy with spasms of crazy. They ran shifts all Easter, but I was at Swancon so didn't even know about it. I've just been trying hard not to stuff up and I don't think I have.
Tonight I decided not to bother watching The Last Ship any more. I gave it a go because hey; world destroying pandemic, kind of my thing but - ( Spoilers for episode 3 )
Pity. It's not like there is a lot of TV that's worth watching so I'll usually try out anything remotely sf-genre that shows up. This one just sank to the bottom.
It's starting to get chilly, or at least what passes for chilly here, in the nighttime. The rats have gone into winter-pattern activity, which means creating elaborate nests out of newspaper to sleep in. Unfortunately they don't always go out of the nest to pee, so what you end up with is marinated paper that has to be removed every few days. Some rats get quite territorial about interference in their cages. This evening I had to outwait Cade, one of my rescues, who sat in the nest fixing beady red eyes on me and daring me to start pulling it apart while he was there. Not taking that bet, since both Cade and his brother Winston still chew on humans if disturbed or upset. Had to wait until he finally went downstairs and then remove the ladder before pulling their creation to pieces. They'll have the nest back in place with new paper in a couple of hours. From the other group, Barnaby spent last night on top of the cage, which is covered with a towel. I think he sneaked out after I put the three of them inside and obviously before I came back and latched it, at which time I didn't notice him. This morning he had his face in the food bowl for quite a while and I gave him a special dish of soy formula as apology. He'll do it again next time.
It's very strange and I wouldn't say I'm on top of the history, though I've read some and know we've come close in the past; at Federation and when a poll was taken in 1930, I think it was. I only recently learned that WA is not named in the preamble to the Constitution because the state's leaders took too long to agree to join federation and the document couldn't be redone.
I'm not up on economics, so I can't say whether our share in good times makes us deserve a low share in bad times and that we're behaving like whiners now. Well, that those in power are. Nobody's asked me and they're unlikely to care about my opinion until it comes time to vote once more. I'm afraid being a writer makes me want to sit back, watch and speculate which way the craziness will swing. As a writer, of course it's also made me wonder how we would work out at being a nation. Could we feed ourselves, if we had to? Would we become a republic as well? If we're going to go that far, seems we might as well go the rest of the way. What could we use as a new national anthem?
Other stuff: Work is bearable at the moment. They've gone from insanely busy to just busy with spasms of crazy. They ran shifts all Easter, but I was at Swancon so didn't even know about it. I've just been trying hard not to stuff up and I don't think I have.
Tonight I decided not to bother watching The Last Ship any more. I gave it a go because hey; world destroying pandemic, kind of my thing but - ( Spoilers for episode 3 )
Pity. It's not like there is a lot of TV that's worth watching so I'll usually try out anything remotely sf-genre that shows up. This one just sank to the bottom.
It's starting to get chilly, or at least what passes for chilly here, in the nighttime. The rats have gone into winter-pattern activity, which means creating elaborate nests out of newspaper to sleep in. Unfortunately they don't always go out of the nest to pee, so what you end up with is marinated paper that has to be removed every few days. Some rats get quite territorial about interference in their cages. This evening I had to outwait Cade, one of my rescues, who sat in the nest fixing beady red eyes on me and daring me to start pulling it apart while he was there. Not taking that bet, since both Cade and his brother Winston still chew on humans if disturbed or upset. Had to wait until he finally went downstairs and then remove the ladder before pulling their creation to pieces. They'll have the nest back in place with new paper in a couple of hours. From the other group, Barnaby spent last night on top of the cage, which is covered with a towel. I think he sneaked out after I put the three of them inside and obviously before I came back and latched it, at which time I didn't notice him. This morning he had his face in the food bowl for quite a while and I gave him a special dish of soy formula as apology. He'll do it again next time.