Not-So-Humdrum

A day of highs & lows... interesting bits & dull ones, small achievements & things-to-do left undone.

Low ~ an idiot in an annoying t-shirt ("Well actually, the world does revolve around me"... I wanted to hit him with a chair!), standing at the gapingly open main entrance to Debtor's Prison, in front of the sign proclaiming 'Open 7 Days', looking over at me & yelling "Are you open?!!"... at 11am.

No dickhead, I always leave the doors wide open & the lights on when the joint's closed... & you obviously think I live here...admittedly it feels like it at the moment...

Interesting ~ the way the police put their finger on the one strange aspect of the AoM's crime spree almost immediately... With all the things he's done before this, why haven't we called in the cops before now?. I know I suggested it over a month ago while I was down in Melbourne. There's something fishy going on... in fact I know there's stuff I haven't been privy to.

And they have a knack for making you feel like an idiot for not informing them sooner, which no amount of "I know! I wanted to, but the owners didn't!" can assuage.

Now... home, King Crimson on the sound system, dinner being plotted & prepared, DVDs to watch & more waiting to be done...

But I'm good at that.

Rhetorical... Apparently.

I know I've asked this before, but...

Why do people ignore me when I ask politely to NOT have my photograph taken because it makes me uncomfortable?

Is it so much to ask?! Jesus f@%king christ people, you act like I'm killing your firstborn, when all I'm doing is refusing to pose for a 'happy snap' that ultimately means nothing to you anyway. Then you steamroller over my objections with vacuous platitudes & snap away regardless... with a f@%king flash too!!!!!!

And that's just guaranteed to capture me looking my absolute best isn't it. How f@%king important is it to you to have a stupid shot of me looking pissed-off???

Thanks for ruining my evening.