Sunday, Nov. 04, 2001, 6:06 p.m., done in twenty minutes

There are lots of things I could write about.

I could write about M.K. I could write about what has happenned this week. I could write about what happenned this weekend. I could transcribe my jottings of the past week (all 3 paragraphs of it). I could do a review of Edward Behr's biography of Maurice Chevalier, and my opinion of the book and the man. I could do a review of the stories on AntipodeanSF this 'month'.

The last is the only one which appeals, but I don't have the focus to write so much. There are good stories this month. Read 'em and vote. I can't decide between Eating In by Chris McTrusty; Seven by Thornton Kimes; Shoot by J.O. McDonnell. I like Shoot because of the descriptions. I am a sucker for vivid descriptions. Seven it a lot of fun. Eating In is very funny. Hard to decide. I'm going for Shoot because not many people have voted for it.

Okay, Edward Behr's book: Thank Heaven For Little Girls (The True Story of Maurice Chevalier's Life and Times). Interesting reading, as always. E. Behr was also the one who wrote a biography of the Last Emperor of China (that poor guy). So any way, I have a lot of respect for E. Behr. Until he starts going on about the Communist Conspiracy for Disarmament. *sigh* And is "Peace" such an absurd concept? But back to the man in question, Maurice Chevalier. Unfortunate soul, but he seemed to have gotten what he deserved: lifetime recognition, and a shattered legacy after his death (due to an avaristic châtelaine).

I'll leave my paragraphs until later.

This weekend was good, except that I haven't done my "homework". *shrug* Like I care. The weekend has been good. Spent it in the company of family, choice as always. Ray, especially. And Zac. We went to the local school, but Ray was determined to get dirty, and I felt bad for not giving enough attention to Zac. *sigh*

So what happenned this week? Hm. Computer at home still not fixed. Still crashing if I try to run more than 2 apps. Well, I suppose the fact that I am finally getting some exercise is good news. 50 minutes of city walking a day. Work... let's not go there. Not worth mentioning, I mean it. I do have an 'ode to bus' somewhere in me. I like the fact that the process of waiting patiently for a bus, bundled in with everyone else, being alone in a crowd, is very conducive to making your mind numb. I honestly have no idea what the F*** I've been thinking for those days. And it's interesting that the early bus schedules pretty much determines what facilities and functions are open in the mornings. So if there is a busdriver strike, yeah the city _will_ stand still. Good clean fun.

Sunday, Nov. 04, 2001, 1:56 p.m., worl...

End of the week. Surprise of the week. I'm being appraised as the sole financial supporter for "this family".

Can say that I am _distinctly_ unimpressed.

Natter natter. I am to "prove" that I can practise some financial long-term "saving". As if the fact I have a bank savings account means nought.

Look, I know I've been a bludger for most of my life, but that does not mean that I am willing to take sole responsibility for the future financial welfare of 'this family'. Frankly, it's unfair. There is no way that I'm going to give 25% of my monthly income under duress. (I'll probably give 25% in some form or other, but not if I'm told to, and not for that reason.)

You can stick that in your cob-pipe, and suck on it.

Wednesday, Oct. 31, 2001, 6:55 p.m., another day

yet another as a working stiff. I still feel so dumb. But what I do know, I can do.

*sigh*

At least Ray still loves me.

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