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My fan base has begun! Post more often, you say? Prepare for the rambling!
First of all: good news. Well, good news for us, though I can't really say it's good news for the other kid. The town has a new police sergeant, and though they say he's really good, I say it doesn't matter HOW good if he doesn't stay. There have been two sergeants in the three years I've lived here, and there were long periods of time in between where there wasn't any sergeant at all. And we wonder why the crime is so bad?
But I digress.
The point is that this new sergeant has a son. A son with a nut allergy! Why is that such good news, you ask? Because I think the likelihood of Leander being threatened with physical harm by certain adults in this town, as well as the likelihood of him being further discriminated against by the school principal (or The Wanker, as I prefer to call him) is now greatly reduced.
So, you know, I feel for the child, his family, blah-blah-blah, but just let that bitch try sending peanuts to school NOW.
(For those of you who haven't heard the story a million times already, I'll give you the short version: a six-year-old girl said to me one day, "Mummy packed peanuts in my lunchbox today. I don't like peanuts. Mummy says I don't have to eat them, but I have to bring them to school." Mummy is an ex-military woman who needs a hobby. Something other than pretending we don't exist, and threatening the lives of small children.)
Anyway.
In other good news, also police related, we now know the name of the punk who kicked the crap out of our fence a couple of weeks ago. Because he's a minor, the police weren't allowed to tell us who it was, though they did say they'd charged him. But the laws here are idiotic, and because he's not 18, all they can do is give him a warning. Who's responsible for the damage? Nobody. The police say, "You've got insurance, right?" But I'll be damned if I'm going to pay a deductible and higher premiums because some wingnut dented eight panels of the tin part of our fence.
Especially when the wingnut was enough of an idiot to do this in front of witnesses.
What really pisses us off is that this little bastard and his friends (all little bastards, the lot of them) come into the butcher shop for free meat to use to trap yabbies. And then they destroy our fence? Dude, wrong person to fuck with. I'm not my father's daughter for nothing. Happily for us, we're told that the wingnut's mother would actually be disappointed in him (one of her 13 children) for doing this, so it's possible that we may even get something out of it. Most of the other wingnuts have abusive drug addicts for parents, and visiting them would be completely pointless.
But don't get me started on why they're all such useless idiots. I'd have to carry on at length about welfare, and taking away people's reasons for existing, etc, etc.
In other crime-related news, Duncan and I have volunteered to be on the committee (of five) who will be setting up the new Neighborhood Watch organization in our town. There was an informational meeting last night, where we learned that Kojonup (pop. 2,000) has had 1/3 as many burglaries so far this year as Albany (pop. 30,000). Those are not good ratios. My shop has been broken into twice in just over a year, and now our fence has been vandalized. Speaking of people needing hobbies...
I could go on and on, but I'm not being particularly witty or insightful today, so there's no pointhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif. I'll leave you with Oliver's comment from a minute ago, when he was reading my email with me, and he saw a woman modeling a knitted shawl:
"She looks very vee-u-tible, and very weird. She's lips look very weird. Your eyes are a bit purplish, Mommy."
(Speaking of my eyes, p.s. to Stephen: You missed my point, clearly. If I am slightly on the Linda Evangelista end of the Linda:Adolph scale, you are slightly on the Brad Pitt end of the Brad:Jabba scale. But only slightly. And I'm still holding firm to the idea that I am, indeed, on the Linda half of that scale, no matter how you insult me by insinuating otherwise.)
First of all: good news. Well, good news for us, though I can't really say it's good news for the other kid. The town has a new police sergeant, and though they say he's really good, I say it doesn't matter HOW good if he doesn't stay. There have been two sergeants in the three years I've lived here, and there were long periods of time in between where there wasn't any sergeant at all. And we wonder why the crime is so bad?
But I digress.
The point is that this new sergeant has a son. A son with a nut allergy! Why is that such good news, you ask? Because I think the likelihood of Leander being threatened with physical harm by certain adults in this town, as well as the likelihood of him being further discriminated against by the school principal (or The Wanker, as I prefer to call him) is now greatly reduced.
So, you know, I feel for the child, his family, blah-blah-blah, but just let that bitch try sending peanuts to school NOW.
(For those of you who haven't heard the story a million times already, I'll give you the short version: a six-year-old girl said to me one day, "Mummy packed peanuts in my lunchbox today. I don't like peanuts. Mummy says I don't have to eat them, but I have to bring them to school." Mummy is an ex-military woman who needs a hobby. Something other than pretending we don't exist, and threatening the lives of small children.)
Anyway.
In other good news, also police related, we now know the name of the punk who kicked the crap out of our fence a couple of weeks ago. Because he's a minor, the police weren't allowed to tell us who it was, though they did say they'd charged him. But the laws here are idiotic, and because he's not 18, all they can do is give him a warning. Who's responsible for the damage? Nobody. The police say, "You've got insurance, right?" But I'll be damned if I'm going to pay a deductible and higher premiums because some wingnut dented eight panels of the tin part of our fence.
Especially when the wingnut was enough of an idiot to do this in front of witnesses.
What really pisses us off is that this little bastard and his friends (all little bastards, the lot of them) come into the butcher shop for free meat to use to trap yabbies. And then they destroy our fence? Dude, wrong person to fuck with. I'm not my father's daughter for nothing. Happily for us, we're told that the wingnut's mother would actually be disappointed in him (one of her 13 children) for doing this, so it's possible that we may even get something out of it. Most of the other wingnuts have abusive drug addicts for parents, and visiting them would be completely pointless.
But don't get me started on why they're all such useless idiots. I'd have to carry on at length about welfare, and taking away people's reasons for existing, etc, etc.
In other crime-related news, Duncan and I have volunteered to be on the committee (of five) who will be setting up the new Neighborhood Watch organization in our town. There was an informational meeting last night, where we learned that Kojonup (pop. 2,000) has had 1/3 as many burglaries so far this year as Albany (pop. 30,000). Those are not good ratios. My shop has been broken into twice in just over a year, and now our fence has been vandalized. Speaking of people needing hobbies...
I could go on and on, but I'm not being particularly witty or insightful today, so there's no pointhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif. I'll leave you with Oliver's comment from a minute ago, when he was reading my email with me, and he saw a woman modeling a knitted shawl:
"She looks very vee-u-tible, and very weird. She's lips look very weird. Your eyes are a bit purplish, Mommy."
(Speaking of my eyes, p.s. to Stephen: You missed my point, clearly. If I am slightly on the Linda Evangelista end of the Linda:Adolph scale, you are slightly on the Brad Pitt end of the Brad:Jabba scale. But only slightly. And I'm still holding firm to the idea that I am, indeed, on the Linda half of that scale, no matter how you insult me by insinuating otherwise.)
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9:23 PM
