Looming election, minimal action-fantasy
I was going to post gloomily about the looming Australian Federal election, but I think I'll just let a Michael Leunig speak for me. Whoops! I tried to link to just one cartoon, but that link took me to 52 of them, so I've scrubbed it! Suffice it to say that the cartoon I wanted to link to was pretty gloomy about the campaign, about the lack of vision and the horrible, destructive carping tone of the whole thing. Oh, and the distractability of the media/electorate generally, which finds the troubles of a football club more gripping than the question of asylum-seekers, or climate change. :(
Though to be fair, I do have the pleasure of having a person worth voting for standing in my electorate; someone sane, honest and capable. This isn't always the case, to have all three virtues at once. Shouldn't think he'll get in, though - there would need to be an 11% swing for the seat to change hands.
In other non-news: I didn't manage to get to the movie I was thinking I'd go to (Lua Phat, ie Buddha Fire, first ever Vietnamese action fantasy movie). The closest I got to action fantasy this weekend was when I began to make pumpkin soup, and had a prolonged, silent, Arthurian struggle, when the big knife got stuck in the pumpkin and wouldn't come out. Though the rightful claimant shouldn't have had to struggle, so I suppose that makes me one of the anonymous pretenders. Bother.
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Though to be fair, I do have the pleasure of having a person worth voting for standing in my electorate; someone sane, honest and capable. This isn't always the case, to have all three virtues at once. Shouldn't think he'll get in, though - there would need to be an 11% swing for the seat to change hands.
In other non-news: I didn't manage to get to the movie I was thinking I'd go to (Lua Phat, ie Buddha Fire, first ever Vietnamese action fantasy movie). The closest I got to action fantasy this weekend was when I began to make pumpkin soup, and had a prolonged, silent, Arthurian struggle, when the big knife got stuck in the pumpkin and wouldn't come out. Though the rightful claimant shouldn't have had to struggle, so I suppose that makes me one of the anonymous pretenders. Bother.
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