I blame Allen
Aug. 21st, 2010 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyRight, so, I voted yesterday morning. There was a little posse of how-to-vote card hander-outererers* at the entrance, including one of the candidates in person (the lady from the Labor Party). That's never happened to me before, so that was a minor thrill. I took a card from her, but then, I take one from everyone who offers. I'm an equal opportunity waster of paper.
Then I went home, citizenly duty done, to watch the results. Holy moly. We obviously watched the British elections and thought, well, that looks all right, we could do with some of that, because we haven't actually elected a government. Neither of the two main parties have got enough seats to win outright and will be looking to do deals with the one Green and three or four independent representatives. So Labor is the caretaker government for the time being, and there is still a possibility that the Liberals (conservatives) could get up and make the Mad Monk (known to readers of this journal as the man in the budgie smugglers) our new Prime Minister. I love this sort of thing. Constitutional crisis? Bring it on. Make them earn their money. It might do them some good to work together rather than being petulant.
On a related note, I wish everyone who claims they will leave the country if the party they don't like get in could be held accountable. Actually enforce that. 'You said you were going to New Zealand if Labor got back in/the Liberals win? Right then, off you go.' (It's always New Zealand whose shores these people threaten to darken. Never New Guinea or East Timor or Indonesia, and they're our neighbours too.) It's only three years until the next election, even fewer if this coalition malarkey doesn't work, and it's not going to be life-threatening. Stick around, see what happens.
I have spent the best part of today wrestling with some flat pack furniture. (What sadist invented the Allen key? I suppose it was Allen. A pox on his house.) But I have emerged victorious and I now have an outdoor chair and table thing, as seen above.
It has been a while since we have had some Sunday fashion. This is partly because the magazine that comes with the Sunday paper hasn't been too outlandish in its fashion choices recently, and partly because my scanner has stopped working. But today's spread is too, er, good to pass up, so here is a photo of it. It's called 'Urban jungle' and it features clothes you could wear to work in an office.
* Well, didn't that sent the spell check into a tizz? (And so, unexpectedly, did the word 'tizz'. Is that not a word everyone uses, then?)
Then I went home, citizenly duty done, to watch the results. Holy moly. We obviously watched the British elections and thought, well, that looks all right, we could do with some of that, because we haven't actually elected a government. Neither of the two main parties have got enough seats to win outright and will be looking to do deals with the one Green and three or four independent representatives. So Labor is the caretaker government for the time being, and there is still a possibility that the Liberals (conservatives) could get up and make the Mad Monk (known to readers of this journal as the man in the budgie smugglers) our new Prime Minister. I love this sort of thing. Constitutional crisis? Bring it on. Make them earn their money. It might do them some good to work together rather than being petulant.
On a related note, I wish everyone who claims they will leave the country if the party they don't like get in could be held accountable. Actually enforce that. 'You said you were going to New Zealand if Labor got back in/the Liberals win? Right then, off you go.' (It's always New Zealand whose shores these people threaten to darken. Never New Guinea or East Timor or Indonesia, and they're our neighbours too.) It's only three years until the next election, even fewer if this coalition malarkey doesn't work, and it's not going to be life-threatening. Stick around, see what happens.
I have spent the best part of today wrestling with some flat pack furniture. (What sadist invented the Allen key? I suppose it was Allen. A pox on his house.) But I have emerged victorious and I now have an outdoor chair and table thing, as seen above.
It has been a while since we have had some Sunday fashion. This is partly because the magazine that comes with the Sunday paper hasn't been too outlandish in its fashion choices recently, and partly because my scanner has stopped working. But today's spread is too, er, good to pass up, so here is a photo of it. It's called 'Urban jungle' and it features clothes you could wear to work in an office.
* Well, didn't that sent the spell check into a tizz? (And so, unexpectedly, did the word 'tizz'. Is that not a word everyone uses, then?)