Went to camp and got a severe dose of kiddie flu. Also got really hungry because I refused to eat at a dinner table that bore this sign.
Trust me, there was more than one teacher
I was also arrested by security guards at a wildlife park for attempting to vandalise the following signs.
Death to all grocer’s
Not. A. Plural.
Then I got home with an incompletely-healed dislocated toe which, together with the flu, forced me to withdraw from last night’s almost-certain-to-win GroupThinkFC match. I’ll let Ant fill you in later. I’m too depressed.
From journalist (sic) and ‘million man’ Andrew Bolt:
John Pilger says Japan wanted to surrender, so the bombing of Hiroshima was yet another American war crime. Japan’s war-time Prime Minister begs to differ…
Gosh, whom to believe about Japan’s intentions – it’s leader or Pilger?
(Thanks to reader Owen.)
And grammar courtesy of another reader from south-east Queensland.
Being forced to cancel my holiday by a sprained ankle last week made me so angry that I decided to un-cancel it to teach that ankle a lesson and give myself a reputation for decisiveness and courage. So I drove up to the Grampians (albeit a day late) and hobbled around for a couple of days getting some nature up me and clearing my mind. Bushwalking in mountains is truly good for the soul.
While tramping around I stalked an echidna;
admired the view;
saw some awesome Aboriginal rock art;
saw some woeful proofreading on government signs;
drove past the most craptastic of all of Australia’s “big” things;
and showed that ankle who was boss.
I’m a self-confessed orthographic Nazi who suffers from OCD (Orthographic Compulsive Disorder). I get irrationally angry when I see incorrectly used apostrophes. I mean, not just kinda grumpy, but ANGRY! I get pictures in my head of people dying violent deaths and a sort of red film appears in front of my vision and I start flexing my knuckles and my teeth clench and I find myself walking into hardware stores asking for prices on chainsaws and…
Oh well, you get the idea.
However, I do take comfort in the fact that at least two people share my disorder. Bridgit Gread hates it when people put an exclamation mark inside brackets in the middle (!) of a sentence. Bron goes postal when people… overuse… ellipses…
Now, when Bridgit, Bron and I had our OCD support group meeting last night we decided that it would become increasingly easier to cope with our conditions as we found more people who share it. So, GrodsReaders, can you please share with us your own OCD triggers in comments?
As noted previously Victorian teachers are stopping work today in support of the union’s claim for better pay and conditions. As Bridgit quite rightly points out I should be — and am — ashamed of myself. But I’m not the only one who should be feeling the sickly burden of shame. On page three of today’s Age is a picture of the concerned looking parent that Bridgit spoke of, leaning on the wall of her kitchen next to a small blackboard containing a list of the week’s events. I’d show you a photo of the photo (original photo not online) but the stupid batteries in my stupid camera are dead, so you’ll have to live with a written reproduction of the blackboard.
Wed — Swimming
– Teacher’s strike
Thurs — Drms
Fri — VCE Conf
According to our Disgruntled Mornington Mum (DMM) there is only one teacher going on strike today.
