29.07.2009 - 12:47 p.m.

i love it when people say what they really mean, even if they were trying their hardest to spin some kind of bullshit, at that moment when they utter the wrong words, you can look into their eyes (if you're close enough) and you see not only the real person but also the realisation that they've just fallen over. The 'higher' up the person, the better the moment.

And due to the interconnectedness (or hyperconnectivity if you're immersed in bollocktalk) of modern communications, a fuckup can be transmitted around the world at 97% of the speed of light. The odds of making a stupid statement increase with your public profile, occupation, location and beliefs, examples:

Occupation : Republican Senator (oh dear)
location : Texas (oh dear oh dear)
Beliefs : America is under attack on every level from everyone who isn't a protestant american
Statement : we must atttaaaaack

Discourse : apart from the fact that the F22 is a pile of expensive white elephant poo, with problems being reported faster than they can fix them, and that the nearest competitor aircraft on this planet is ten years behind technologically, why would he feel the need to attack current allies with it ? I think someone's paranoid industrial-military fantasies are being realised here / shining through the fog of politico-bullshit like a scary lighthouse. Notwithstanding the fact that he's not well versed on, what we in europe/reality call 'sovereign states', he's either just let slip the future republican foreign manifesto or his secedenist/dominionist dreams have somehow crept to the front of his brain.

I was going to carry on with this format, but i've suddenly realised i can't be arsed, there would've been more but now there ain't. Instead have a picture of a civit, far more interesting than boring old politics and more relevant too

possibly also a cat

i don't know if this is one of the coffee bean producing civits, i do know it's only one letter away from being a mid range family hatchback

not a cat

My bro's getting married on saturday, and much happiness to him, they've also picked a spot a long way from civilisation to hold the ceremony so we've a 5 hour drive ahead of us on friday and then again on sunday, but the extended family'll be together again and it's looking like being a good wedding so stroll on for hats, suits and mild drunkeness.

Everyone's in meetings except me, so i'm down here in the silence, the only people talking to me are by email and a long way away, if i had facebuk at work i might be able to talk to others but i don't think any workplace allows faisbok now, and as i haven't many friends on ficebik it's a redundant thought, i can't even get into my webmail and our internet filters strain out all the interesting stuff like rude bits and swearyness, so it's just work, vanilla-net and coursework on the cards today (and every day [sigh])

Maybe i should leave this well paid job with its easily manageable workload and try something dangerous, exciting and minimum wage. On the other hand maybe not, i'm such a whore.

At least my other laptop is working again so i've got something to take on holiday next month on which to write my assignment due 5 days after i get back, and also the penultimate submission before the exam. High excitement in the south of france, slaving away over 2000 words on information management strategies, i'm sure you're all jealous now.