Here I go again...

Recently it seems that a gal can't turn on the TV with an news update spouting some terrorist related crap. Recently, as some of you know I'm sure, a car bomb blew up out the front of a Bali nightclub, killing the multitudes of Australia who holiday in Bali on a regular basis, including many of our sport teams. Which most Australians would be more upset about then if, say, Howard was killed in a car bomb. In my opinion anyway. But then what would I know? In any case, they've determined that it was an 'act of terorism', which is becoming something of a buzzword nowdays, and then proceded to work out why the nation, as a whole, wasn't ranting and calling for revenge. America was after their 9-11 thing, and while I doubt the destruction of a nightclub is on the same scale they expected some sort of reaction. Which they didn't get. And I still haven't heard much of one- Even after the news broadcasters carefully showed us pictures of the perpetrator laughing about the whole thing. Well he must feel a bit stupid- We were informed later that the plan was to actually blow up Americans. Which tickles a bitter humour nerve in my system - It rather ammuses me on a cynical level. Much like the 'Unaustralian Australians'. You probably don't know them- They had a protest where they burnt the australian flag in protest against our pretty disgusting treatment of refugees. Mum seemed to be made uncomfortable by the images. I must admit, I didn't really bother me one way or the other. I don't really like the flag much for a start, although I du have a surprisingly strong patriotic streak. It just wasn't triggered by the image of someone setting fire to the flag. It didn't even have a nice fire going- You'd think they'd have thought to use some sort of propellant on the damn thing rather then light a piddling fire over it. I am, of course, vaguely aware that things have always been political and likely I'm only recently taking notice, but it all seems so ridiculously ludicres that I alternate the desire to laugh, cry, and run around ripping people's throats of their necks with my teeth. That's anger if you're wondering, which while being a rather sedate emotion in my system has a bit of bight when alowd to win. Ao there's my two cents. A mix of bemusement, anger, indiference and absolute ridiculousness. Joy to Jeremiah hey?

That song is playing again... "No such thing." It gets playd often. I like it still, so I'm not complaining.

Another letter reguarding that 'all seeing eye' thing I did. It's 'Up for concideration', as they say, for the SSABSA art show. That's like the woodville one, only a little larger then just a council. Is a state, uh-huh. Yeah... Maybe I should open a door or something. I'm starting to feel like I'm getting drunk, only minus that sence of being more important then I am. Ah, stuff it. I should be colouring this darned picture in anyway. Later puppies.


"I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears
I'm gonna turn and leave you here..."
~Harden my heart
- posted by Washi @ 10:45 am