sheldrake

I'm a bit grouchy today because I stayed up really late last night obsessively reading the blog of an evangelical Christian right-wing anti-abortionist with mysogynist tendencies and homophobic and Islamophobic leanings. Yeah, I don't know why either. I obviously just like mentally poisoning myself. I won't go into how I ended up in this position, but it started with mediocre Radio 4 comedy. Sigh... Jokes based on lazy stereotyping are boring and make Alan Turing cry. Oh, and there's that thing where they help to perpetuate attitudes which are harmful to real people. But there, it's only comedy isn't it? (The odd thing was that the blogger in question seemed to occasionally have thoughtful things to say about comedy and censorship, stereotyping and responsibility. But then he'd go off on one about how we'd be better off without the NHS and the promotion of homosexuality in schools. And despite his apparent view that one shouldn't make mean-spirited jokes about members of opressed minority groups... it doesn't seem to have stopped him writing a bunch of hilarious homo jokes for our teatime entertainment.)

Ah, anyway. I want some scripted comedy what is actually funny back in the 6.30 cooking-time slot! Personally, I like Fags, Mags and Bags, because it is both amazing and great, and has a Wall of Crisps. And a Shopumentary. (You should probably watch the Shopumentary first).

Hmm, bit of a stressful week, what with one thing and another. I think we're about to go to war with the subeditors. Hooray for the weekend!

I should never go on the internet really. Now I'm actively aware that some people think the film of The Neverending Story is better than the book, and that makes me sad. Maybe you do too. If so, do me a favour and don't tell me about it? I'm tired of arguing. (Er, not about that, about some other things. There has been a huge debate raging all week about whether we should go to a meeting or not. We even had a meeting to discuss it. In the end, the decision was reached not to go to the meeting.)

Ok, I haven't actually seen the film and never intend to, but I don't care. The book is still better. So there.

When I feel fed up at work, I have a picture of a mole rising up out of the soil that I keep in a folder on my desktop, and I look at it and cheer up.* Other things that work - koala, skunk, hedgehog, armadillo, echidna. Rabbits, sometimes - the one in my icon is a case in point. I would want a pet mole, but moles really don't like being pets. Also, I don't really do pets. Plants cause me enough angst as it is.

I'm wondering whether to have proper dinner, but I can't be bothered really. This is most unusual for me. Dinner is generally the high point of my day.

I am going away now.


* I realise this is a badly-constructed sentence, but you should be aware that the picture is on my desktop, not the soil.

I haven't been posting much lately. Normally I would start off with lots of excuses and apologies for my appalling behaviour, but I'm trying to cut down on that sort of thing.

Nothing to report about the job stuff at present. Nothing much to report about anything, really.

I've said it before, but I need to stop wasting vast swathes of time reading the comments posted to blogs and online news articles. It's like I'm deliberately poisoning myself with other people's stupidity. There are lots of other things I could be doing: knitting, practising the piano, writing... hoovering.

That said, I have been somewhat preoccupied of late by the Carol Thatcher affair. Honestly, I don't even how to begin talking about it. ( but I shall give it my best shot )

Ok, just had to get that off my chest. I'm definitely going to do my ironing now.

My name is sheldrake and I have an addiction. And it is this: deliberately reading things on the internet that I know are going to make me angry.

I really must try to cut down.

*will probably not be providing examples*

An illustration: You know Bee Movie? Well, I only just got that that's a pun.

Obviously, I've been reading too many comments on YouTube and IMDB. That huge quantity of stupidity all collected in one place can be amusing for a while, but eventually it seeps into your own brain and corrupts.