Hyperactive

Oh good, I’ve got a little time before I begin my charity work, so there is just time to update you about yesterday.

Yesterday was a productive day. Not only am I making progress on my application, but I also managed to contribute three WordPress posts during the course of the day.

Well, actually, I deserve extra points, because I wrote four. But the last one, I wrote as a page, not a post. I use pages very occasionally on my site, mainly for things like biographies. Consequently, I don’t write them often, and most of them date from the first few months of the blog.

But, you see, a strange thing happened last weekend. Somebody wrote something, and someone else then commented. But rather than debating the beef they had with the original contribution, they decided to criticise the person’s nationality instead. Something that’s never before happened, and something which I quite clearly consider to be racist.

So, not only did I kick that person off the blog, I decided yesterday to write a short page, which explicity tells users how I expect them to behave, if they want to contribute to my site. I won’t bore you with the link – it is up on the menu, if you’re really interested – but if you know me, you can probably guess what it says, word for word.

I can’t believe I felt compelled to write it. I mean, is this stuff not obvious? Is it not obvious what things are important, and what things mean nothing?* I can’t tell you just how fucked off I am to have to act as a policeman on what is supposed to be a sensible, grown-up blog site.

* rhetorical

Progress

Yay, it is time for Paula’s Tuesday Story! Images today are:

That was it, the final piece of the jigsaw. He’d finally been able to buy up the old lighthouse, and at less than market value, too. Mere cookie crumbs. The former owner, Drew, had held out for so long, but that obstinate old fucker was now dead, and at the auction that very morning, Brad had finally been able to buy up the real estate on behalf of his client, Swindlers Inc.

Brad had already made some phone calls, intent on having the 200-year-old lighthouse demolished just as soon as possible. Once that was gone, the path was clear. Sure, they would encounter local opposition, but that could be bought off the way all opposition was bought off. They could then start work on the next phase of their project – their new, luxury apartment complex.

Feeling hungry today, he ordered a rare steak for his lunch, plus a bottle of finest Bordeaux. He silently raised his glass in a toast.

This had been a good day.

A Load of Flannel

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 12 January 2021, series.

A man who had studied the annals,
Discovered new history of flannels,
He got TV series,
And expounded his theories,
But alas, all the viewers switched channels.