August 9th, 2011


Oops, accidentally ranted about work

I am sitting here at my desk with my sunnies on, turning everything bogan. Eyebrow salutes abound - it's easy when you know how!

Turns out my eyes really don't like the air conditioning at work, to the point where yesterday afternoon I wanted to remove them with a spork. Yet as soon as I got back to my happily non-conditioned house, they came right and everything was fine. So today I have my sunnies on to keep the humidity in, a bowl of water on my desk to help increase it, and have turned the brightness on my screens down - suggestions courtesy of caring colleagues. Who are all turning bogan before my eyes.

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Gosh, that didn't start with the intention of being a rant. Instead I was going to ask a question. You see, I like my colleagues, and I know that co-workers are often a beleaguered bunch as everyone seems hellbent on slagging them off. How about we do something different? Today, I'd like to hear about your favourite colleague and why. Mine is Paul - mostly he just sits there doing his thing but he's also From The Internet and this means that when I make reference to things that normally draw blank looks from other people, he laughs. What he says is worth listening to and he does a mean impression of a tree-hugging hippie. <3 Paul.

Yesterday I got a towball put on my car. Utility turns me on.

And I don't think I should go to the gym just yet. I fear the fans. So tonight I'll be contorting in my happily aircon-free lounge, because I'm feeling blobby and underexercised after my week of doing nothing. Must.Use.Muscles!

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I'm posting this here for future reference: Penny Red on the London riots.

"Months of conjecture will follow these riots. Already, the internet is teeming with racist vitriol and wild speculation. The truth is that very few people know why this is happening. They don’t know, because they were not watching these communities. Nobody has been watching Tottenham since the television cameras drifted away after the Broadwater Farm riots of 1985. Most of the people who will be writing, speaking and pontificating about the disorder this weekend have absolutely no idea what it is like to grow up in a community where there are no jobs, no space to live or move, and the police are on the streets stopping-and-searching you as you come home from school. The people who do will be waking up this week in the sure and certain knowledge that after decades of being ignored and marginalised and harassed by the police, after months of seeing any conceivable hope of a better future confiscated, they are finally on the news. In one NBC report, a young man in Tottenham was asked if rioting really achieved anything:

"Yes," said the young man. "You wouldn't be talking to me now if we didn't riot, would you?"

"Two months ago we marched to Scotland Yard, more than 2,000 of us, all blacks, and it was peaceful and calm and you know what? Not a word in the press. Last night a bit of rioting and looting and look around you."