Briefly, because I’m borrowing H’s computer and he’d kinda like it back at some point this week:
Item – My beloved laptop is making a noise like a coffee-grinder filled with gravel and becoming hot enough to roast whole sheep within minutes of switching it on. Um. It’s still under warranty (thankGodthankGodthankGod), but this may take a while. Or be terminal. Aigh. Dammit. I had comments I wanted to make and everything.
Item – Also, I wrenched my knee yesterday, so it spent 24 hours hurting like the bloody blue blazes and making me think I’d done something drastic. Today, however, it is going ‘I’m fine! No, really, I’m fine, you can walk on me and everything. Try it, go on. See? I’m a fully functional weight-bearing joint. Great, huh? No idea why I was making all that fuss yesterday. No idea at all. This walking lark is all just dandy OW OW OW OW I am broke… Why’ve you sat down on the pavement? I’m fine! Totally fine!’ Repeat ad nauseam.
Item – UK readers? GO AND VOTE. Don’t give me that ‘I don’t want to vote for any of them’ shtick. Nobody wants to vote for any of them (tell a lie, I want to vote for the Green Party, what with them being the closest to actual Socialists we’ve got left, also, tree-huggers (I use organic cotton face-cleansing pads. Just sayin’). Alas, in my area, voting for the Greens is a bit like farting into a Conservative/Labour hurricane). Nevertheless, tomorrow, down to the polls I shall go, and I shall jolly well vote for somebody-or-other, and thereby I shall not wee-wee ungraciously in the faces of all the women, or ethnic minorites, or religious minorities, planet-wide, that are utterly, unfairly, violently banned from voting in their own countries, and would quite like a go thank you. If you really can’t bear to vote for any party at all (and I can’t say I’d blame you), spoil your ballot paper instead. In 2007, the amount of spoilt ballot papers in the Scottish Elections became a matter of debate in Parliament, so, you know, the spoilt ones are actually counted and fretted over. You can write sweary-words on it if you like, or something funny to amuse the counters with.
Item – It’s OK, I’ve stopped lecturing and haranguing now. You are free to go.