Apologies to a certain famous blogger for ripping off and reversing her regular Thursday topic, but it was too apt to ignore. It is 10.30am, and already I have seen two things that make me furious:
W(h)anganui’s favourite self-infatuated bigot has sunk to hitherto unheard-of depths in deeming children acceptable recipients of his ire. My favourite bit in all this is how, having dictated an already pretty venonmous response to the group of 11 and 12 year olds, he had it printed, read it over, and then thought to himself, “you know what? My spleen is not quite vented. These children have not been adequately abused for exercising a democratic right” and added a lovely little handwritten postscript at the end: “PS Controlling your anger might be a start!” I am afraid there is only one person who needs to control some rage, Mr Laws, and you’ve made it quite clear who that is.
And item number two, my alma mater is doing what it does best and cutting humanities and arts research funding. Because Pat Walsh firmly believes that what we really need are more commerce students, and less of those annoying wishy-washy arts grads who care about lame stuff like, you know, publishing good research and writing, and knowledge for its own sake.
3.41PM EDIT: On the other hand, The Pixies are coming to New Zealand and as this will probably be the greatest gig of my life (not to build up unreasonable expectations or anything) the day is maybe not too bad after all.
3.48PM EDIT: Oooh and Briscoes is having a 50% off sale. Me and Chap, little does he know it, are going to go get us a vacuum cleaner. Didn’t think I was that sort of girl, huh? Well, we are moving in together at the end of the month and it’s done something weird to my brain chemistry. I am, dare I say it, nesting.
