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(My) Photo of the day, Or Yesterday, and days before, sun is cold and rain is hard, I know; been that way for all my time



The seemed to be a fair bit of rain last night and this morning, but it appeared to clear in time for my walk to the bus stop, and then from the other bus stop into work.

Naturally, the wet weather did nothing to persuade the many fools in high performance motor vehicles who (in an endeavour to demonstrate their own joie de vivre) routinely accelerate to preposterous degrees in the attempt to claim victory in that oh-so-meaningful feat of reaching the next red light first!

Might I add that, despite the impression one would get from the esteemed Tasmanian press, the aforementioned hoons are not always young men draped in gold jewellery and featuring ghastly haircuts. Just as often one can spot the middle aged female – similarly draped in gold jewellery and with ghastly haircut – looking to drop young Cassandra off at the elite ladies college up the road ("ten thousand dollars a year, but worth every cent!") Then, she will proceed to a big grey building where she, and many like her, will pick disdainfully at expensively catered delicacies funded by the taxpayer during her weekly strategic planning meeting and no doubt complain forcefully and with great indignation about the offensiveness of government waste and how these uncivilised young men who terrorise the road should be locked up and the key thrown away for good.

Bitter? Why, of course!

Comments

Maria Verivaki said…
there's something about a cloudy rainy day that awakens thoughts of New Zealand inside me - i miss the rain very much (if that makes sense to you...)
 gmirage said…
Hmmm...10000? =D

There is a really rare line that I see at the sky...battling gray and blue-green, interesting! why don't you joint Sky watch Friday! That sure fits! Happy weekend!
I love your rants, because it makes me realise I am not alone in this world afterall. I agree about skywatch, but I'm not sure you could handle the happy clappy comments. Stay bitter belligerent and twisted. I need the laugh.
Kris McCracken said…
Bitter belligerent and twisted?

I always thought that I was rather a positive, happy-go-lucky chap?

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