5.59
Now when the alarm clock radio spits to life, the heaviness and dread aren't about another day of work. It's that waiting waiting waiting for the morning news. What are you going to tell me today? A bomb, a sniper, hostages in a Moscow theatre. Every morning it's something. You start to wish for cats stuck up trees, celebrity shenannigans. Do you know that feeling?





And a seige in Narrabundah!
Although that's not in the news, it seems...
I think that thought is on everyone's lips at the moment. The saying 'no news is good news' seems redundant, consigned to history.
damn you stalker! rarrr! do i know you?
or are you one of the previous stalkers that i harrassed before until they revealed their identity and then promptly disappeared?
intruiging! :D
well, it's going to be more sniper news for a while
Stupid sniper. Stupid war. Stupid everything on the news. I remember now why I unplugged myself from the media. Then I went to England and developed this whole social conscience thing. Damn youse!
It's getting a bit like that isn't it. Each time I get in the car it seems I hear another person has been killed or injured in one of these events.
I want to log on to BBC and see something like this: http://www.hallmundur.com/bbc/ instead of the usual trauma, death and destruction.
Kristen, I don't know how you found that page but it is Fantastic! Something like that would be great to wake up to each morning...[sigh]...ahwell. Back to life. Y'all take care ya hear? =P
I know you know. :D
I. DO. NOT. KNOW!!!
*tantrum*
Someone's getting a little frustrated from the sounds of it ;) Relax and have some ice cream :) always does the body good...err..wait, I think that's milk, but ice cream is Made from milk so there!
Oo, but there's seaweed in ice cream! Heeheehee, I'm on this kick lately with reading ingredients labels. Almost makes me want to move to a commune and make all my own food. --Almost.
You would think that in an age of heartless maniacs proclaiming themselves deities, maiming and killing innocent people, that Stalkers would defy anonymity by coming out of the woodwork and putting a name to their comments. You would think that in an age in which "terrorism" has become rampant on so many levels, misused, miscited and often going beyond the norm -- all of it untraceable, much of the substantial greeted by governments and populaces alike with silence -- hitting so many different places and scattering the lives of so many people, that ALL people would have the gonads to stand by their statements, shrewd or stupid, finicky or frivolous, and actually say, "Yes, I wrote that drivel!"
No one has the courage to remain a skeptic. You would hope that people would break their convictions and think outside of the box, rather than submit to the status quo. You would hope that strangers would wield flamethrowers within their corpus collosum, rather than approach the thinking gambit with a rote and customary stone, beyond hewn and all too practical, banging relentlessly against the wall and not causing the plaster to chip.
Part of me wonders if the anonymity courted by the Bali bastards, al Qaeda, Tony Blair (i.e., Bush's cocker spaniel), Ashcroft and Co. inspired the methodology of the sniper (or snipers -- since the police arrested two men this morning). encouraging the entire populace of the Western world to live in fear, without specifics behind a threat, without the consoling justification of a general explanation. We now live in a world in which anything happens. Twisted violent affairs have happened before, but today no one demands an explanation.
Tomorrow, we could all very well be enlisted to fight a battle in which our blood flows without quarter. But whereas other wars and conflicts have had a clear threat, this current wave of violence has an explanation as ambiguous as the Book of Revelations.
So what's left to keep us sane? Comforting images like Katie Holmes nude in "The Gift." Vigorous copulation or masturbation. Deranged conversations. The soft cool taste of ice cream. Bloggers as kickass as Shauny. To name a mere few.
Geez Ed...I hope that bit of a list wasn't in order...
Terrorism fatigue.
*sigh*
As someone that lives in the area of the sniper attacks, I can say that I am definately tired of hearing about them. Our local news has been going crazy over this (as in they've been out there patrolling in their pathetic little helicoptor looking for headlines). Didn't realize how big an international story it was til I read your blog though. ^_^
Slack: No particular order there at all. It was truly whatever came to the noggin, which might just tell you how much of a nympho I was in a previous life. Then again, when Prince sings "P Control," the words and concepts he expresses make complete sense to me.
I Heart Ed.
Just a random...
SHAUNY RAWKS!
Right now is possibly the first time I'd be (almost) happy to hear something about Britney on the news. Maybe even stretch to something about nsync. Possibly that a member of nsync has been romantically linked to, I don't know, Mister Squiggle.
Then again, maybe not.
so, shauny, what's it like to be a gay man living in canberra? ;)
i know, it's like dream up the most god-awful situation possible, turn on the teevee, and there it! like instant noodles, only much, much nastier.
that was the best analogy i could think of.
;)
and there it... IS.
I know exactly how you feel. Except I have set my alarm to go off at 5.58 because I was always missing the start of the news.
Come to think of it, I think I prefer it that way :(
(I think you should start displaying IPs again, but knowing my luck the stalker will be on my ISP and you'll never trust me again!)