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*Budgeting for federal government is announced. $5.2 billion slash, everyone runs around yelling. (Age of retirement has been raised, which is a big one, I think). http://www.canada.com/news/2012-budget/index.html I cannot vouch for its objectivity without having actually seen the budget in question, but it seems levelheaded enough.

*Mr Flaherty, finance minister, decides to get rid of the penny. Cue articles and editorial swimming in penny jokes. ("Well, Flaherty has done what no other finance minister has done - he has left Canada penniless" [groan] and more in that vein. Most of them make little cents).

*I found this. Worksafe, but you may want to read...gingerly...if you ignore the digs at swimming and run with him, it makes sense. A little.

*I feel rather dreadful about keeping up. Studying for final exams has ramped up (I feel like a hound that is indolent for approximately 8 months and then transforms at the smell of blood) and I'm applying for jobs and positions left and right. (APPLICATIONS). And I am forgetting things or putting them off and then forgetting them. Mostly just forgetting. If I owed you something, I'm sorry! :(

*I was careless while trying to do a choctaw (2 foot steps to change forward/backwards on ice) and fell. I ended up half-sitting and thumped onto my back, which makes me wonder where I acquired the bruises on my knees. ??

*Now that the unseasonal weather is gone, I miss it. I hope the flowers don't freeze.

TGIF.

It never rains but it pours. Everything appears to be happening at once, right now, and also must be completed - now. I will type an entry tomorrow. Good grief.

But I am thankful for the general lack of drama in the most recent news post. Incredibly thankful.

I still can't write that story, a story, any story for that competition. I think I'm paralyzed because (though it's not entirely conscious) I think of the judges, and how they will see any of the stuff I write - what if it's not appealing? Do they want what's conventionally accepted as literature? I bet any weird stories are right out.

*dithering* My icon (dw) is sadly appropriate.

Also, I have yet to find a setting or plot for Nano, and I still am procrastinating on any number of writing assignments. Oh, oh oh....

From yifu:
Look to your right. Whatever object you see there is your designated weapon in the upcoming Zombie Apocalypse! Comment on this post to tell me what it is, then repost to spread the zombie virus.


I have an unfilled application, a pen, a stuffed monkey (don't ask) and a very small notebook.

I am not sure how helpful this would be for a zombie apocalypse. Perhaps I could use the pen as a projectile - it's quite sturdy looking - and use the monkey as a decoy (it's really cute. It's wearing a lumberjack-like red shirt and all). Maybe I could papercut a zombie? Does that even work?

The tl;dr: definitely not prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse. Actually, for any apocalypse.

I'm suffering from an Attack of Guilt that comes of completing things late. :( Especially when nice people are concerned. (Fic only half-finished *cough* six days past deadline *hack**wheeze*) Also, completely and thoroughly sick of writing about myself. I hate it when the application questions ask "tell me about your greatest achievements!" *mutters* I don't like talking about myself. I always feel horribly arrogant and I don't know whether or not to inject humour (I mean, what if they take it the wrong way?! Then what will I do?! Eee?!) Anyway. That is my life at the moment.

On the 'uh oh' side of things: I have no idea what I'm going to do for Nano. Some people, I wager, have a plot synopsis written out. I'd like to get a cover, but I'm afraid I have neither the gumption nor the idea for my novel. (I am not an organized writer. Proof: see excessive use of parentheses).

Last note: I would like to humbly request from any deity that is listening or reading this for some kind of control valve for mucus production. The hacking cough my cold has gifted me with is not pleasant and I am depleting the building of Kleenex. Thank you very much.

I wrote a long post with this title. It promptly disappeared when I switched from HTML reader to Rich Text. I haven't the heart to type it up again (it was very long, full of random side notes and strange things) so I'm just going to assume one of the fates has indicated that she does not like my post--more likely than not--and so ate my post. (Actually, I think maybe I put in the WRONG CODE FOR THE CUT *hits self on head* OH VERY SMART.) Except writing nothing would feel very strange. Hence this mutant paragraph. Heh.

I hoped it would continue and it did! I almost fell over laughing. http://community.livejournal.com/fanficrants/9822564.html?thread=310456164#t310456164

INANITY.

I've been puttering around lj for the last, oh, maybe half-hour or so, thinking about what to talk about on my post--I did resolve to write everyday--and came up with nothing. Well, not precisely nothing: I did briefly debate dissecting GWTW (too much effort), writing a review (also far too much effort) and talking about abortion (way too ragey for me right now.) Also, I've still got jet lag, but I'm looking after three little boys right now and even though it's eleven something (and far too early in England, I think) I can't really go to sleep. Like I said, inanity.

To exit the door where I work, it's necessary to press a green button on the left wall of the door. There are signs posted at eye-height, messages saying "STOP! PRESS GREEN BUTTON ON LEFT!" on the actual bar of the door (top and side) as well as on the button itself. And for almost everyone except the frequenters, the first impulse is to push harder at the door--to try to force through it.

Invariably, the WWF Conservation emails advertise products (which is fine, I don't mind) and occasionally urge political activism. You know, by "writing your congressman." They are also invariably US-centric, never mind their name (World Wildlife Fund?) is supposed to be global. *grumble*