Living a Typographical Lie (Broken Bits)
As some of you probably noticed with my first post, I’m a double-spacer. I started in with it after getting blessed out by a boss during my military time, and hadn’t thought about it since. After all, we’re supposed to be obedient or something of the like, and as I needed him to not stab me in the face at that exact second, especially since I needed his help getting a replacement badge…
I hadn’t quite realized how much spleen there was against those of us who whap space twice at the end of a sentence, so I decided to investigate to see which was the proper method after spotting a rather bile-fueled piece on Facebook. And, after reading about, I must acquiesce that I am in the wrong; a single space was always the intent, and it only became double space because of monospaced fonts of ye olden days. It’s going to take my hands some time to get used to doing it ‘right’, so bear with me while I figure this out. 😉
Another thought that I wish to mention today is how evil bed thinking is. Every morning, I’ll be lying there, thinking about how I don’t want to move, and I’ll have these great ideas to write about come into my head. I’ll drill myself on whatever it may be, confident that I’ll remember until I get to my computer.
Can you guess what happens? Can you?
Of course, I don’t remember by the time I get to my computer, and this morning, I get to suffer a horrible song that had popped in as reminder (Seether – Broken; I’m not a fan of Amy Lee and all the horrible karaoke she spawns). So I’m sitting here, wondering what broken bit I was thinking about this morning. Was it thinking about tomorrow’s appointment? I don’t think it was, but not the ‘what’ will elude me all day… que sera, sera.
This is where I’d like to put something newsy, but really… it’s Sunday. Rolling news or not, what happens on Sundays, really? I keep drifting back to an article I’ve seen on Facebook the last couple of days and wincing. I do take umbrage at governments power-grasping at every little thing, and I resent the fact that the world is so lead by fear. That people are convinced that absolute safety can exist, and should exist, and that if we just continue to fork over all our liberties, it can happen. Great, not only do I need to get rid of my water bottle, I need to be immediately committed to an asylum, too? Brilliant! And with the spectrum of mental ‘diseases’ growing wider and wider every year, I guess that means we all get to hang out in the happy house – woo hoo!
Suffices to say, I look forward to a day when maybe, just maybe, common sense will resurface. It’ll be nice to see a day when people accept that they absolutely cannot be protected from anyone, and that it’s time to grow up, just a teense, and accept that there’s always going to be bad people doing bad things, and that we all, y’know… sort of need to do our part. And, y’know… treat people like people instead of figures? Jeebus, I could do a whole ‘nother rant on figure manipulation; perhaps I’ll pencil it in for another day. For now – have a lovely day, etc.
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