Day 181: To the last drop

I always get a little bit sad when I my teapot runs dry. Probably because I'm a lazy cunt, and refilling it takes effort.

Day 180: And now it's raining in Queensland

I forgot all about the cricket tonight and now I've missed the entire first innings. Looks like a cracker match too.

Day 179: It's raining in India

I was gonna listen to the NZ vs SA women's cricket match tonight, but it was rained out. Instead, the commentary team sat around and told old war stories for two hours. Best one was the Pommy sheila talking about being mobbed by baboons while having a picnic in Africa, and having to flee into the ocean.

Also, I woulda redrawn the rain if I had more time. Unfortunately, I didn't.

Day 178: Sigh

You ever feel like you need a boot up the arse to get you moving?

Ah, fuck winter.

Day 177: Blasphemy Before Bed

Because why not.

Day 176: Something's rotten in the kingdom of Arabia

A little while ago, Squib asked me if I had any clue what was up with the blockade of Qatar. I didn't, but the other day I heard that the Saudi king has just shuffled the line of succession to the throne, in order to favour one of his sons, who is apparently a really ambitious up-and-comer. I find it hard to believe that the two events are completely unrelated; unfortunately, since I don't know that much about internal politics in the middle-east, I can't say for sure.

However, I did have the idea for this map, which I thought was kind of interesting. But again, I don't know how relevant it is.

Yellow is Iran. Red is Saudi. Orange is where the two are currently fighting proxy wars.

Day 175: A Quickie Before Bed

Hmmm, that sounds dirtier than I intended.

Day 174: Ever paid for a massage?

For the past week, I've had a pain that goes from behind my right eye, down my neck, and into my right shoulder. My brothers all tell me I should look into therapeutic massage, but it just seems like a waste of money. Any thoughts?

Day 173: Can't believe I didn't think of this sooner

Possibly the best thing to do in summer is nap under a tree.

Day 172: Riding Camels

I'm running out of things I've done in previous summers that I really enjoyed. I'd almost forgotten about this one.

Day 171: Any of you fellas skate as a kid?

I've done a bit with the younger generation, and found it harder than you might think.

Day 170: Skipping

Christ; do you remember when you were young and energetic enough that you used to do this for fun?

Day 169: I also still enjoy doing cartwheels

Because I am still a bloody child.

Come back summer. I miss you.

Day 168: I do enjoy a bit of frisbee though

I swear the current level of quality isn't a permanent fixture.

Day 167: Nope, don't play golf either

Y'know, I can understand people playing it, but I don't think I'll ever understand people watching it.

Day 166: I've never been windsurfing

Nor do I want to. I don't particularly like any kind of surfing. I don't particularly like swimming in the ocean. It just seemed like a nice thought to get my mind off the bloody winter weather.

Day 165: Train to Nowhere

I was hopeful that when Captain Bligh was made to walk the plank in 2012, that the Cross-River-Rail project would be tossed overboard. In 2015, when "Can-Do" Newman was shit-canned, I was hopeful that the project might get shit-canned along with him. However, it seems like CRR is a project that cannot be voted out of office.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, you can read about it here; but basically, the QLD govt wants to build a rail tunnel in Brisbane that will provide 3 new stations—all of which are within walking distance of existing stations. How the fuck this project is supposed to "re-vitalise the entirety of South-East Queensland" is anyone's guess. All I can see it doing is making a handful of contractors a lot of money. How much money? Well, at the moment, Premiere Palaczazchazc is chucking around the figure of $6Bil, but c'mon, we've all seen how these things work—you'd have to be a mug if you didn't think this was gonna blow out to at least 10. Of course, even if we take the Prem on her word, is this really the best way for the state to spend six bil?

Like fuck it is.

To be fair, the train's not going "nowhere" so much as it's heading into a huge money pit.

Day 164: Super Lazy

I'll be back to reply to comments tomorrow, when I've got some time.

Day 163: Mellow

I went to sleep as soon as I got home this afternoon. I'm feeling very chilled at the moment, but I dunno how I'm going to sleep tonight.

Day 162: Dream Journal

Another "silent film". This one was about a woman in some sort of cult/commune/workhouse thingy. At every meal, she had to take these pills before she got any food. After she took the pills, she would be happy for a while, but every meal time, she confronted the pills with the same look of dread.

And that was the dream. Take pills, work, take pills, work, take pills, work. On and on, ad infinitum

It's stuff like this that makes me thankful I don't dream that frequently.

Day 161: Parliamentary Breakdown

Party	Seats	Description
Tories	317	Still can't believe they didn't get a majority.
Labour	262	Still haven't realised they didn't get a majority.
Scottish Nationalists	35	Haggis-munching lefty separatists.
Lib Dems	12	Still bitter with the Tories from last time they formed a coalition.
Democratic Unionists	10	Spud-munching Protestant loyalists.
Sinn Féin	7	Spud-munching Catholic separatists.
Plaid Cymru	4	Leek-munching lefty separatists.
Caroline Lucas	1	Greeny.
John Bercow	1	Unaligned speaker of the house. Formally Torie.
Sylvia Hermon	1	Spud-munching loyalist who split with her party rather than aligning with the Tories.

Nominally, the number of seats needed to form a majority is 326. However, the number of seats needed to form an effective majority depends on how many seats Sinn Féin wins, since they apparently refuse to attend parliament on principle. Therefore, if my maths is not incorrect, the number of seats needed for a majority in the current parliament is 322.

So long as the Tories can keep the DUP on side, they're going to have a comfortable majority. However, if they fall out, they're going to have to pull at least five seats from somewhere else. Looking at what's on that list though, I don't see where they'd pull them from. Expect the pork to flow in Northern Ireland over the next five years.

Again, this just felt right.

Day 160: UK, May, both looking a little bit red.

I'll come back and fill this post in when I've got more time, but I thought I'd put it up in case anybody wanted to comment between now and then.

I've had the wireless tuned to the BBC all day today. Not so much because I wanted to get minute-by-minute updates of what was going on, but because I wanted to follow the reactions and the overall mood coming from the commentariat. Here is an unorganised list of musings:

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As soon as it became clear that the Tories probably wouldn't be able to manage an outright majority, people began floating the idea that Labour might be able to form a minority government. This was despite the fact that early on, they were reporting that the Unionists in Northern Ireland had already pledged their support to the Tories. As I write this, I believe their combined total is only one seat away from governing has them over the line.

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Once they realised they were losing seats, a lot of conservatives began talking about how the election had been a terribly risky venture that nobody besides May and a few of her closest allies thought was a good idea. Bullshit. I don't remember any of these cunts talking about the dangers of taking on Corbyn back when Labour was coming third in by-elections and their own sitting members were openly discussing breaking away to form an alternate party.

Speaking of which, I've had quite a chuckle listening to very uncomfortable Labour MPs eating crow over this.

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It seems the Jocks have given the SNP a major kick up the arse. From what I've been hearing, it seems there's a lot of folk up North who aren't keen on breaking away from one union just so they can re-join another. But I need confirmation on this—I've found the BBC's coverage of Scotland and Wales a bit wanting to be honest.

Also, I've only heard a few interviews with Scottish conservative leader Ruth Davidson, but she seems really charismatic and personable. Maybe that's been a factor?

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Even though he didn't win, I think what Corbyn has done is remarkable, if only because of the savage mockery he seemed to be copping from every news publication I looked at. As one commentator said: This is proof that the mainstream news media aren't steering the ship in the same way they used to.

Dunno why, but this just felt right to me.

Day 159: Busy tonight

But never fear, cuddle-bear is here.

Day 158: Another post about shoes

The other day, I saw someone in big leather bikie boots with a soft sneaker-like sole. Awesome.

Day 157: Sinister Omniscience

It struck me the other day, that most regular people probably don't listen to the same volume of tech-related news that I do. So, I was wondering, is there any interest in me covering some of the more interesting stories here?

Anyway, I was listening to videos about religion on Youtube on the weekend and I came across one that was done by a couple of atheists who had come from very strict religious families—one Jewish, one Muslim—and they were talking about some of the crazy shit in their former religions.

Not great, but at least I put a some effort into this one.

Apparently the first thing a Jewish man is supposed to do when he wakes up in the morning is get down on his knees—in front of his wife—and loudly thank God for making him a man rather than a woman. There's also apparently some ceremony they do where a husband puts his wife on a leash and has her dance for him.

And apparently in Islam, it is insulting to God if you're not sufficiently clean when you pray. And, if anything passes through your anus or reproductive organs between when you clean yourself and when you pray, that makes you unclean again. So, no farting, or—I guess—praying while on your period? Also, apparently there are Islamic scholars who argue over whether or not hell is full of faithful Muslims who didn't take enough care while urinating and prayed with little splashes of piss on their clothes.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find this particular video again. So instead, here are some Logicked videos about the sinister implications of an omniscient God. The second one's the interesting one, but the first one sets up a lot of stuff that gets talked about in the second. They're long, and nothing much happens in them visually, so I suggest putting them on and listening to them while you do something else.

Oh, there's also some weird jokes in the first one, which are obviously there for longtime viewers, but thankfully they're not too intrusive.

Day 156: Dream Journal

I dunno what prompted this, but it was basically a long, slow, silent film about a woman who survives a nuclear apocalypse and starts living in an underground burrow. Over time, she gradually turns into a lizard. Very strange.

Day 155: Nothing post

Ho-hum.

Day 154: WTF UK?

I decided to have a look at the UK polls today. Wow. I see the Torries are still projected to win a majority of seats, but things certainly look different to what they did a couple of weeks ago. Any insights, Squib?

Day 153: Have you ever seen snags so cheap you just had to buy a couple of kilos?

And then when you get them home, you find they taste so good, that you end up eating bangers and mash for every meal for three days straight AND snacking on cold snags between meals.

At this point, I've consumed so much sausage that I can smell the smell of sausage coming out of my pores.

Day 152: Youse fullas will let me know when the new seasons of GoT & OITNB arrive, won't you?

I've looked up the dates and then forgotten them a few times now, and I just can't be bothered looking them up again.