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Next comes a 'real' entry, which is to say that instead of a cohesive statement of what I think about a particular subject I'm now going to write some semirandom nonsense that'll describe my day.
So!
They want to replace Beazley. Yay - it seems like the Greens are the only party actually in opposition at the moment. They want to replace Beazley with Rudd. Boo. Yes, Rudd > Swan, but Rudd < Gillard. Gillard as leader? Would be much <3. This is the extent of my political commentary for the day.
On a vastly different note, I was walking through a shopping centre earlier, with some random plodding along behind me. His footsteps sounded a bit like this:
Absolutely nothing to do with steampunk-sounding randoms, there's a new church sign out: it's supposed to be a text from God. A god who uses gratuitious abbreviations and can't spell.
Still, if nothing else their sign reminds me of Dead Poets' Society: in particular, the 'call from God' scene. And he really does call reverse charges - sometimes you get eaten by a fish, sometimes your family gets turned to salt, and sometimes he just burns down that one tree out in the desert. So you know that text's just there because suddenly God's got a plan... that gives some number of free messages each month.
Cheapskate Almighty, that one. The one that is called I HAVE A VOUCHER.
The last thing for this entry is a brief recap of my shopping list for today, which works out as:
And on that note - oooh, suspense - that'll be it for this entry.
So!
They want to replace Beazley. Yay - it seems like the Greens are the only party actually in opposition at the moment. They want to replace Beazley with Rudd. Boo. Yes, Rudd > Swan, but Rudd < Gillard. Gillard as leader? Would be much <3. This is the extent of my political commentary for the day.
On a vastly different note, I was walking through a shopping centre earlier, with some random plodding along behind me. His footsteps sounded a bit like this:
Clomp. *hisssss*. Clomp. *hisssss*. Clomp. *hissss*. Clomp. *hissssssss*.I think it'd be somewhat fun to record his footsteps just in case they're ever useful for something steampunk.
Absolutely nothing to do with steampunk-sounding randoms, there's a new church sign out: it's supposed to be a text from God. A god who uses gratuitious abbreviations and can't spell.
Still, if nothing else their sign reminds me of Dead Poets' Society: in particular, the 'call from God' scene. And he really does call reverse charges - sometimes you get eaten by a fish, sometimes your family gets turned to salt, and sometimes he just burns down that one tree out in the desert. So you know that text's just there because suddenly God's got a plan... that gives some number of free messages each month.
Cheapskate Almighty, that one. The one that is called I HAVE A VOUCHER.
The last thing for this entry is a brief recap of my shopping list for today, which works out as:
- Glucose syrup
- Red food dye
- Yellow food dye
- Blue food dye
- A small water pistol
- A moderately-sizable glass bottle
- A small soy bottle
- A shotglass
- A black ink cartridge
And on that note - oooh, suspense - that'll be it for this entry.
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Date: 2006-11-30 04:22 am (UTC)He's also involved in a fanfilm Firefly spinoff.
What's with all the zombies?
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Date: 2006-11-30 05:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-30 05:42 am (UTC)