What can I say, sometimes?

People who have read my journal at length will probably have one of two impressions of me. Possibly even a third one, which is an uneasy hybrid of the other two. It probably comes as a real surprise to scum like Autism Speaks or the entire passive community that I do, in fact, have a mother.

I lack a faith section in my brain? No shit?

Sometimes, when I read something, I get so angry that I want to not only destroy the person who said it, I want to destroy any person who even entertains the thought that it is acceptable. How is voting Campbell “55 million for disability funding is not preferable to 110 million for horse-racing” Newman in working out for you, by the way, Queensland?

But no, sometimes not only does a person say something so utterly ridiculous that it makes me even more certain that at least two thirds of the Earth’s Human populace needs to die quickly. Sometimes they say something so abominably stupid that you make a special exception for them, and say that rather than reducing all populations equally, that person and the population that they represent should be terminated. With extreme prejudice.

A Soldier In A Strange Land, Part Three

Author’s note: Following is the third and final part of a new story that I started as an experiment and began to enjoy writing so much that I simply forgot to stop. You can read the first part here, and the second part here. Not much to tell in terms of things necessary to understand it. Unless you have not read the previous parts, in which case, go and do so now.

Without further ado…

A Soldier In A Strange Land, Part Two

Author’s note: Following is the second part of a new story that I started as an experiment and began to enjoy writing so much that I simply forgot to stop. You can read the first part here. It was whilst writing this story that I discovered I had also laid excellent groundwork to explain how Falathen comes to decide she has lived long enough.

Further to the above, one of the rules of my canon is that whilst Elves live indefinitely, the experience of seeing almost entirely the same stuff over and over for hundreds or even thousands of years has demonstrable effects on their health. Although I have not demonstrated it well in this story, Queen Falathien has a reputation amongst other rulers as being one step short of barking mad. Such is the price of being ~20,000 years old.

A Soldier In A Strange Land, Part One

Author’s note: Following is the first part of a new story that I started as an experiment and began to enjoy writing so much that I simply forgot to stop. During the most recent unpleasant episode of my life, the same conundrum as in others came to mind. How do we look to those looking at us?

All one needs to bear in mind is that this story is set around the same time as A Dream Linula Had (I really should think up a better title for that one). Probably during one of the holiday breaks in her first year of tertiary schooling.

You are unbelievable.

Normally, I do not comment about the verbal barf that comes out of pop stars or indeed the entire world that the pop trash have built around themselves.

A sad day for the media. Roger Ebert has died.

Jello Biafra once said “Do not hate the media, become the media”. What he meant with this quip is subject to interpretation, but I have always interpreted as urging the audience to replace a media that is not serving them with one that does. I say this because the subject of today’s article, Roger Ebert, was one of the few things left in the mainstream media that I did not actively hate.