*tumbleweeds*

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I saw you and my eyes turned into hearts. I’m blind now. The doctors are baffled. The workings of my circulatory system have become territorial and problematic. Don’t call it cardiac arrhythmia. I prefer “polyrythmia”. The left eye-heart beats out triplets to the chest-heart’s steady bump and the right eye-heart’s idiosyncratic accents. Although ( Read more... )

Welcome to Julyvejournal! Where we pretend that it's the mid 00s or that facebook was never invented! And hopefully have a flame war in our beautiful nested comment about how to spell Julyvejournal. Anyways, here's a post ( Read more... )

K! I'm back! What did I miss?

>_>
o_o
Guys?

Okay, here is the first installment of my personal senate cheat-sheet. Corrections/comments welcomed.

Liberal Democrat Party
Libertarians. Free market fundies, no less, with a sprinkling of racism on top. Want to privatise everything, repeal the discrimination act, and basically stop the government from doing any governing.

No Carbon Tax Climate ( Read more... )

Every election I tend to write out a little guide for myself to remember who all the minor parties are. I usually stick it up on my LJ, and sometimes other people have said they appreciate it. The world seems to have caught up and there are a LOT more resources on the web now for figuring out who everyone is. So posting this seems less necessary ( Read more... )

Σ:3

You know, I don’t think that, back in the eighties and nineties, I saw my cat in quite the same way that cats are routinely conceptualised today. Flash (I was three when I named her: she was fast) was an independent and aloof beast, a friend who never judged even if she mostly didn’t understand (that was okay, I didn’t understand a whole lot ( Read more... )

So the cake stall is no longer on this Saturday. Apparently the DIY markets are a bit more official than they used to be, and our kitchen isn't "certified".

People, The Man took your cakes away. Are you going to stand for that?

Anyway, stay tuned for further developments.

I'm not sure if this is a story, an essay, or the liner notes to a meta album about middle class guilt. Hmm.

I'm back home!

And I have a cold!

Or possibly one of those brain parasites that you can apparently get from cats, the ones that manifest with the symptoms of a cold, but after that, may (this bit is still controversial) lay dormant in your brain forever, making you introverted and suicidal ( Read more... )