Sleeping Over at Michael’s
If I had a twelve-year-old son, would I allow him to have sleepovers at Michael Jackson’s house? Not bloody likely, unless I was hoping to profit from it somehow.
I was watching the news tonight, and I laughed at footage of George Dubya’s statue being pulled down and danced upon, shades of Saddam’s fall. Good – nice touch. But then they showed protesters burning an American flag, and I got very angry. Hate Bush, yes, alright – I do as well. But if you hate an entire nation because of one evil man, one evil and greedy regime, then you are wrong. We are not all like that. All Americans are not conservative, right-wing, pro-life, anti-gay fuckheads. How dare you burn a flag in condemnation of an entire nation of people.
Kipper is coming on Saturday morning, and everything has finally fallen into place. The check for the site just cleared, so I have the rest of the money, and I’ve managed to pick up a lot of the kit that I needed second-hand. Thank god for Ebay.
No word on another job yet, so I am still holding my breath and applying for everything possible. Granted, there hasn’t been much available – I think that everyone is hanging on to jobs in hope of Christmas bonuses, and things will pick up after the holidays. I don’t have to worry about a Christmas bonus, unfortunately – we didn’t even get a staff party last year! (Well, there was one, in January, that people had to pay to attend. !?! I did NOT go.)
Not much else to write about, actually. I’ve been fighting the melancholies recently. Part of it is being so incredibly bored at work, and part of it is just the situation at home. I suppose I need to concentrate on looking to the future, when things will be better.