Pound for Pound
Pound for pound, my head is still pounding – boo! At least there’s a lovely breeze today amongst the storms, for which I’m grateful. I’ll pretend it’s not assaulting me with various pollens, if only for its briskness, its cool freshness. Ah well… I’ve caved in and taken some co-codamol, so hopefully it’ll subside in the near future.
There’s not a lot on my mind right now. I have vague thoughts about the Casey Anthony case, but it’s already been hashed to death in the hours since it was given. There’s a lot of mob-angry people out there. Some are being reasonable enough to let their heads be turned by those pointing out that the jury did the right thing – they had cause to doubt, so couldn’t deliver a guilty verdict. I think that Miss Anthony is incredibly disturbed and support my friends who suggest the best way to stick it to her is to not give her money by buying any books or watching any shows/movies she might get drafted into. But this vehement hate… it’s bad for the system, kiddies – don’t fall prey to the Dark Side!
It’s also worth mentioning the phone hacking scandals which continue to rock the British shores. It’s such a big freaking deal now that it gets a freaking timeline on the BBC, and it should. It came to light that someone, very likely someone from the News of the World, hacked one Milly Dowler’s phone. If you don’t know who she is, I shall sum it up succinctly – a child. A missing child that was murdered. The situation is so beyond the pale that the Police are now investigating the possibility of phone hacking on all missing child cases going back x number of years to see how long this practice has been going on, or if they can find any other cases of it. I would hope they won’t, but I’m kind of resigned to the fact they very likely will. Really, I generally admire the journalism over here for being less slanty-mad as it is in the States, so this kind of… dreck… yuck.
Now, if only I had a 3D chocolate printer to distract me from my woes, eh? Instead, I’m going to have to settle for taking the Hobbits to Isengard; huzzah for game expansions, my favoritest way to get rid of money. The Sims started exploiting my wallet in such a fashion in 2001 with the Hot Date expansion, and I still apparently like it to this day. *laughs* I guess it’s a model that I’m not terribly offended by – if I like the game, I don’t mind putting more money into the maker’s pockets. I don’t let the extra content store items in this sort of set-up get me, so I can pretend I’m superior, ha ha.
Anyways, my head has stopped throbbing enough that I should think about doing some work for once. There’s a pile of bank statements giving me the hairy eye, so… have a good day!
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