A lot of people who hate America are losing their homes in the wildfire
Well that’s a relief - I thought it was God punishing me for being gay… which on the face of it seems unlikely as I don’t actually live in the affected area, and like, I’m not gay.
But he moves in mysterious ways does God…. you never really know what he’s up…. to or how badly he’ll overreact, to whatever obscure infraction that I may (or may not) have commited this time.
I have my doubts about God actually… like that business where he flooded the whole planet and killed everything except two of every animal and some people with beards….
I mean I know the Devil is supposed to be the bad guy, but he never did anything as bad as that.
From http://septi.tumblr.com/, which has excellent random photos.
I live in a contemporary urban living space in the diplomatic quarter of a modern Western civilisation.
My building has a font.
It has sofas in the lobby, and yukka plants everywhere. I have a view of the harbour, and downstairs is a place that serves sushi and latte at roughly twice the normal price. I have a remote control thing to operate the gate to the underground carpark, and there’s a special setting on my TV so I can tune into the closed circuit camera over the main entryways so I can see who’s buzzing me.
I have floor to ceiling windows. Once a month someone with climbing gear comes and cleans them.
I have no idea who they are.
Everything in the kitchen is made of stainless steel. When I sit on the sofa I build up static electricity.
If I get up and go into the kitchen, the first thing I touch sends about a million trillion volts up my arm and I generally lose control of my bowels.
The font is Century Gothic. The apartment complex across the street has Times New Roman. Thank fuck I don’t live there.
Which is a kindof web 2.0 drawing thing - which is pretty cool I think. I like it.
I came out today to find that little yellow leaves had fallen all over my car. Suicide? Nah. Over-reaction.
