No, your eyes do not deceive you. This is, I assure you absolutely, a new post. I’ve bought myself a new domain and now that I am working in a job where I can actually stand to be sitting in front of a computer in my free time, I feel like writing about stuff again. What stuff that is, exactly, remains to be seen.
Watch the skies? I wouldn’t — it’s probably the wrong direction entirely.
So Nick the Stockbroker wanted to link to my blog from his fledgling endeavour. Naturally I haven’t actually written anything here for several ice ages, so consider this a token effort to make this blog look current.
You never know, I may start posting regularly again — as usual I do have plenty to say but time, as always, is the chief truant.
Ire and frustration. A government that blatantly employs deception and spin to enact its dubious policies. Sheer arrogance mixed with veiled contempt for the represented. A situation which I find beyond amazement, beyond understanding. The Honourable John Howard and his cronies. They do not represent me.
Now the fury. Imagine my utter amazement during this morning’s broadcast of Channel Nine’s “Sunday” program in a segment extolling the successful political career of current Australian Prime Minister John Howard, where I am witness to a statement from the Foreign Affairs Minister, Alexander Downer, in regard (or lack there-of) to the dissenters, the so-called “left-wing” elements of Australian society.
“It makes me happy that they are unhappy.”
This line delivered with a wry grin, dripping with contempt and self-satisfaction. The absolute gall of the man to sit there, reveling in the pain and dissatisfaction of some of his constituents. I assume it must be acceptable though, these anonymous people mustn’t of voted for him in the first place. Therefore they deserve no respect. Not even the fake respect they dole out to those in the set of people who belong to this government’s sycophantic approvers.
Do not be mistaken that I will not rejoice when he and his band of liars are ousted from power and consigned to the long list of megalomaniacs of whom history does not hold in much esteem.
If any at all.
How pleased was I when, upon bothering to actually peruse the available blogger templates, I discovered this gem, very fortuitously and aptly monikered “Jelly Fish”. Apart from looking better than the old template, which I admittedly chose in a blinding flash of indifference upon the genesis of this blog, it is also marked up — semantically — in very swanky transitional XHTML and styled using sensual CSS. Now as some of you may already be privy to, there is nothing that gets me more aroused than a slab of sexy, well formed XHTML; you can probably imagine the raptures I was in, especially considering that I did not have to lift a fat finger to do any of it. On the flip side though, it would seem that the font does not provide an – (unless the designer considered a small rectangular black glyph to be a suitable substitute) and the italics look a bit too, well, italic. I have been informed on many occasions that beggars can’t be choosers and who am I to argue? I may get around to adjusting it to remove these quibbles.In other news, I am currently sampling the polyphonic delights of the new Powderfinger album: Vulture Street, which is shaping up to be very tasty indeed. I am fairly certain after one listening that it exceeds the deeds archived on that other quite nice album: Odyssey Number 5. It is needless to say that I am thoroughly delighted with it.
Hey — just because there is no need will rarely prevent me from doing something — but you knew that already.
