While I like the idea of an independent Scotland, I simultaneously find myself strangely uneasy about the idea of breaking up the UK.
Oh well, it’s none of my business anyway 🙂
Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
While I like the idea of an independent Scotland, I simultaneously find myself strangely uneasy about the idea of breaking up the UK.
Oh well, it’s none of my business anyway 🙂
So, the Senate repealed the Carbon Tax today.
Well, at least we’ll all be rich when the oceans rise, the crops fail and Queensland is overrun by Pacific Island refugees.
(Pro Tip: No, we won’t be rich)
If you’ve got a strong stomach, have a look at this Jezebel article concerning the ‘community’ that produced UCSB shooter Elliot Rodger.
Lessons From a Day Spent With the UCSB Shooter’s Awful Friends
Reading it over is actually pretty terrifying for me, because I can see how easily I could have ended up as one of those sociopaths. I’m an aspie – an aspie who wasn’t diagnosed until in my late 20s – and as a consequence have always had massive problems with relationships, socialising and sex. I can see the kind of thought processes these guys are operating, and in a lot of ways they’re startlingly similar to the way I thought as a teenager and young adult.
The big difference is that where these individuals turn their rejection and rage outwards against society and women (mostly at women, 99% at women) I turned mine inwards. I reached the conclusion that there was something horribly wrong, not with society, but with me, and that I deserved to be shunned and neglected (as I saw it). I was the deformed monster lurking beneath the Opera House, the misbegotten construct fleeing to the Old Mill, or the cancer hiding amongst the healthy cells and it was right and just that society try to destroy me, for the crime of being broken.
It was a pretty horrible way to exist. It’s little short of a miracle that I didn’t end up self harming. I think my (at the time) strong religious faith went a long way to helping me hold it together. I found Isaiah 53 (“a man of sorrows acquainted with grief”) comforting – if not necessarily in a spiritual way then in the way it framed the idea of suffering and rejection as something grand, poetic and meaningful.
Nowdays – years later – I’m slowly getting better. It’s a long term job, you don’t just snap out of years of delusional, destructive thinking overnight. I still have plenty of issues, but on reading the kind of sick thought that can result from my kind of social dysfunction I can only be thankful that I *did* turn my anger and confusion inwards. I’d rather suffer a lifetime of pain and self loathing that burn out in a short lived blaze of hatred and violence, anyday.
Here’s some otters playing with a keyboard…
Every time I hear about the latest atrocity by Boko Harum, I can’t help but think “Wow, they’ve really turned since A Whiter Shade of Pale“
No musical Tuesday this week, it’s New Year’s Eve for cryin’ out loud!
(And you should have got your fix of music with my last post)
I’m tired out after a week of Christmas festivities and so will most likely be having an early night, but the rest of you bright young things have a fun and safe night!
Roll on 2014!
(If you have a minute or two to spare, visit Wikipedia’s 1914 page to see what happened a century ago.)
What more can really be said, than in the face of great adversity, he did really well?
Rest in peace Madiba. You’ve earned it.
If you don’t understand this, then you SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED TO VOTE!


Source: Chickennation.com
This is hilarious!
If David Cameron must ban anything, let it be Warhammer fantasy games
But even more hilarious are the hopeless Aspies* in the comments who can’t seem to grasp the idea of satire, or who can grasp the idea of the satire but are so in love with the hobby that it deeply wounds them to see it maligned so!
(* I’m an Aspie, so I get to call other Aspies out)
I know temperature isn’t as simple as marks on a thermometer. I know buildings in the UK are built to retain heat, while ours are built to repel heat. I know acclimatisation, habit and even wardrobe have a big effect on how people perceive the weather. I know people are genuinely suffering. But despite all this I can’t help but snort with laughter on seeing headlines like…
Send workers home if temperature hits 30C, say MPs who fear heatwave will cause accidents and deaths
Seriously – if we sent people home at 30C here in Perth, nothing would get done from August right through to March.
Also, the definition of a “Level Three Heatwave” makes me have to bite my fist to avoid bursting into fits of giggles…
Level three is triggered as soon as the Met Office confirms that threshold temperatures have been reached in any one region […] the average threshold temperature is 30ºC during the day and 15ºC overnight.
Here, that’s not a “Level Three Heatwave” – that’s unexpectedly mild summer weather where the days aren’t too hot and the nights are cool enough to sleep comfortably. In the heights of summer when a high pressure system is stalled in the Bight we’d kill for temperatures like that!
Cross-cultural hilarity aside, stay indoors and keep cool Britons. And look after those hedgehogs!
From that august and trusted news organisation, the ABC…