So I’m officially 22

Can’t say it feels much different from being 21… My birthday was on the fourth. So far my twenty-second year is not going well. Still can’t write, have barely enough money to breathe etc. etc.

 

In other news, am having much fun at work, and am still alive. It’s my sister’s birthday today, and she is going to kill me because I haven’t gotten her a present yet.

Still Unemployed

But I might have a job by the 15th. Better have a job by the 15th…

Unemployment sucks

Seriously.

No Internet 9Oh, internet, why hast thou forsaken me?) and nothing to do.

Am currently planning to take job offer for below-minimum wage, as Merlin is desperately in need of food.

So am I, come to think of it…

Well, it’s happened

I’ve been fired with immediate effect.

Will update again hen I can get online, which probably won’t be soon.

I think I might be about to get fired.

I made a huge mistake, and I think I’m about to lose my job.

Wold you do this?

Would you work eight extra hours while you’re sick, on fifteen minutes’ notice?
Because apparently I should have.

In any case.

I have finished The Naked God, and it’s like a genie popped out of nowhere to grant me all my wishes. I really loved that book.

In other news, Albert was an Asshole Royal last night – dragging me out to his friends’ place until ten when he knows I have to be at work at six, and then fucking off to some other friends untill bloody midnihgt. He also said they phoned him to go, but I was tired, not deaf. They never phoned him. So either he went there out of his own will, or he never went there at all. And thus was out doing godknowswhat with godknowswho. He also smoked all my cigarettes.

To sum up: I hate my job, I love the book, and Albert is a pain.

Seriously. Everyone in the world must read this.

Speaking as someone who has my novel open in the background while I surf the web and try to catch up on all the blogs I want to read, go read this.
You’re missing our if you don’t.

Moral Question

As we all know, I have the well-rounded moral sense of an alley cat.
Which is why I am appealing to you, the Internet, to help me out here.

My Moral Question

Is it moral/ethical to be for something in general, but not in your specific case? Like, a big cause or whatever. If you champion a cause without actually wanting to apply it to you, does that make you a bad person?
note: not talking about laws and/or religions, obviously, because as far as I know if you believe in the laws of a religion, you’re supposed to believe that they apply to you first. Obviously if you’re diddling your daughter and campaigning against child abuse that does make you a bad person.

I mean, in the sense of, say, interracial or gay marriage. I’m all for people being able to marry whoever they want to, no matter what shape, size or colour they are.
But me, personally?
I generally prefer my partners to be white and male.

Does the face that I support interracial relationships and gay marriage despite never intending to practice either make me a hypocrite?

Anyway, I was just wondering that

OMFG I actually Knew a President!

Have you ever indulged yourself and Googled various people you know to see if they show up? Well, I was Googling my grandfather, and his name came up along with Marais Viljoen. Now, I knew Oom Marais. Not well, but well enough to sit on his lap when I was a little girl (not like that you perv!). His wife taught me to knit. Not terribly successfuly, but I was six. So that part’s to be expected.
And only now do I find out he USED TO BE PRESIDENT OF SOUTH AFRICA? Why was I not told? Think of all the mortal terror I could have inflicted on the other kids at school!
I could have threatened to send the Secret Police after them!
Muahahahahahahah!

Except nobody ever told me, and so my evil empire never happened.
Foiled again.

No war today, come back tomorrow.

So there was a meeting about the agebanding issue between Phil Pullman and several representatives of the publishers. From his description (which you will have read if you’d signed up, as it was sent out in an e-mail last night), it sounds like the publishers are basically frlipping their authors the bird in the politest no-we’re-totally-not-doing-it kind of way.

And Mugabe is not actually declaring war. This is a goodness.

But the most ultimate goodness of all is: I am reading the Naked God by Peter F. Hamilton. The last book in the series, and even though I have been warned that it’s one of the most blatant deus ex machina in human history, I am still adoring it.

Herewith my wishes:

• Something really horrible happens to Quinn Dexter. And I do mean horrible.
• Louise is okay.
• We see Fletcher again.
• Something really, really horrible happens to Quinn Dexter.