I have to admit, this is endemic to the United States, but it could catch on elsewhere if we’re not careful enough about it.
I’ve spotted some poisons and I’m going to highlight them for anyone who cares. What I don’t know is how to cure them.
I have warned you weeks in advance and now the dreaded days have come. I am going to be spending a few weeks going off about various things wrong with society as we know it…
Queensland has been doing well to contain the plague. Moderately well, anyway.
I want you to imagine, just for a second, that the only representation of your identity that you ever saw, anywhere, ever, was some hideous and monstrous parody of often inaccurate stereotypes and tropes.
Every single time I talk about someone quitting smoking, or even mention the possibility that smoking might be -youknow- even slightly bad, my inbox or replies absolutely explode with advocates.
Pictured with this particular entry is an iron lung. They used to use these for patients who were so paralysed that they couldn’t breathe.
The chief objection I always hear about disaster prevention, especially large stuff that’s generally the government’s responsibility, is that it “does nothing”.
The Australian Government, in its infinite alleged wisdom are setting up a committee to look into Autism and enquire about it, why it’s there, what needs must be done, and all that other balderdash.
A little less than a week ago, my Beloved and I had a chance to enjoy the Doctor Who episode, Nikola Tesla’s Night of Terror. All well and fine.