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So, showers. The shower is meant to be a peaceful place, a calm and peaceful place from which you emerge happy and clean.
This morning, I had spiders in my shower. There were two that I noticed right away - a huntsman, for they are big, and a white-tail, for they are evil. And they were there, both of them, on the floor of the shower, just kind of staring at each other.
There's me, armed with nothing, just kind of staring at these spiders in a fuzzy half-awake state of sleeeeeepiness, and that's when I notice: there's another fuzzy looking little dot in the middle that doesn't belong. A fuzzy little dot with eight tiny little legs, exactly halfway between the big spiders who - quite obviously - had things to sort out between themselves like custody arrangements and who gets to keep the web.
So, I did the only sane thing it's possible to do when faced with the Albus Severus of the arachnid world - backed away slowly, went and had a cup of tea, and quietly hoped they'd disappear before I went back.
(They did.)
Also! As an alternative to the previous election post (and because voting queues are really quite dull), I have a summary of the electoral process in a form more appropriate to the Internets.
And that's about it for now. Creepy spiders. Creepy.
This morning, I had spiders in my shower. There were two that I noticed right away - a huntsman, for they are big, and a white-tail, for they are evil. And they were there, both of them, on the floor of the shower, just kind of staring at each other.
There's me, armed with nothing, just kind of staring at these spiders in a fuzzy half-awake state of sleeeeeepiness, and that's when I notice: there's another fuzzy looking little dot in the middle that doesn't belong. A fuzzy little dot with eight tiny little legs, exactly halfway between the big spiders who - quite obviously - had things to sort out between themselves like custody arrangements and who gets to keep the web.
So, I did the only sane thing it's possible to do when faced with the Albus Severus of the arachnid world - backed away slowly, went and had a cup of tea, and quietly hoped they'd disappear before I went back.
(They did.)
Also! As an alternative to the previous election post (and because voting queues are really quite dull), I have a summary of the electoral process in a form more appropriate to the Internets.
OMG constitution bling bling.
THIS IS DEMOCRACYYYYYYYYYY!!1!11!!!1!
Someone set up us the polls.
That'll give you, er, voters.
Got ballots?
I'm in ur booth, electin' ur candidates.
My candidates iz votede on yey.
The ballots, let me not show you them.
At PM 6:00, counting was beginning.
I, for one, welcome our new overlords-elect.1
And that's about it for now. Creepy spiders. Creepy.
- Unless they're the Coalition's overlords-elect, in which case there is no welcome.
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Date: 2007-11-24 07:37 am (UTC)Best of luck for the election results - my sister in Tasmania has no doubt been campaigning vigorously for the Greens, so I support them for her sake. Otherwise, Labor FTW. From the Kiwi perspective, I imagine our PM Helen Clark would be rather happier dealing with Rudd than Howard!
Random fact of the day for you: aged approximately 9, I wrote a satirical story about Bob Hawke, David Lange, Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher. They were participating in the world gumboot throwing championships (a real event) and of course David Lange won. I was a precociously political child, but also patriotic!
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Date: 2007-11-24 01:51 pm (UTC)SQUEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Um, yes. Done now. SQUEEE!
And maybe David won, but Bob would've come back strongly in the drinking competition afterward. :D