Sirocco

in india, we worship monkeys, so what's the issue if bhajji called symonds one? and hell, if we want to be racist we'd say things like 'kallu' or 'kalia' or something. not 'bandar'. see the ozzies are having an apoplectic attack because 'monkey' is what they'd call a black man. something they've been calling the aborigines ever since the first rapist or murderer forefather set foot in the land of his exile and imprisonment. 'sub-human', 'vermin', 'animalistic'... a range of zoological epithets have described the peoples whose land they've stolen and whose inheritance they have plundered. pot... kettle... monkey.

it's been less than ten generations since this land became ours. it took less than three to clear out the blackies. down in tasmania, we just wiped them out. shot them, poisoned them, burnt them... whatever it took to get the vermin out. hunt them like the animals they are. no worries, mate. we managed to keep it clean until 1973, when the liberals cleared out the last of the white australia legislation. for over a century, we'd managed to keep 'em out - the niggers and the sand niggers and the chinese and the brown islanders of the pacific. oh they laboured in our mines and in our fields and cleaned our muck, but they didn't live here, no worries about that mate. the few remaining abo's... well, them buggers got the vote in the sixties but they're all to drunk to do anything about it, the lazy black bastards. they don't mean nothing to this land anymore, and they know it. no worries, eh mate? so we sit at our pub nursing our victoria bitters and laughing ...

so rj's dead. muthafucker. the whole of the 1990s (well practically) following the events in randland and now the creator himself has passed on. i haven't gone back to my wot series for a while now, but hearing about it... you could've FINISHED THE GODDAMN 12th BOOK!!! FUCK!!! um... i don't know how to explain what i'm feeling really, but this feels like a whole section, timeline type thing of my life has now very definitely moved into the category of the 'past'. you want to know about robert jordan, move to subsection 'yesterdays'. there are... things, events, people... that fall into this section now. stuff i'd forgotten or people i haven't been in touch with or songs i haven't heard in a while... like 'ordinary world' or hanging out with vidisha munim. it's a postcard now, not the still-tangible taste of yesterday's dessert. not that i had any, it's just a metaphor, really. and pterry has alzheimer's. oh man, oh...

waves phases and guided particles beyond the outer reaches of the galaxy the light fantastic riding through the universe on a quantum horse. how much does it matter in the end? scientists screaming 'i've got it!' to an accompaniment of a cacophony of disagreement and insults and the creationists calling on their gods to bring down hellfire on this sinful world. and wars burn on, aided by the scientists' accomplices, still killing millions but only now killing the millions we want, no one else (except for a few collaterals). and soon we will burn ourselves out, in a million years or a billion sanity will be restored to the earth by the utter destruction of our form of sentient life. and then? maybe another species, another thousand million years, another holocaust ad infinitum, until this universe's 20 billion or so remaining years run out and entropy sets in. the final 'the end'.

the riders crested the hill. the scene in the little valley below confirmed what their noses had been hinting at for a while now. 'tis a bloody day's work, havalad', said the leader. 'indeed it is, ponce-a-lot.' 'ain't seed nuffin like this in years, sire.' a bundle of rags on two legs spoke. the two mounted men looked down at it - or rather, him, because the unfortunate creature was (more or less) human - with expressions of sheer disgust. 'shut up, baldrick. be quiet while your betters speak.' 'yes do put a plug in it you oaf, some of us are trying to think out here!' more tryin' than thinkin', thought the figure. but he didn't say anything out loud. baldrick nobbsson had spent 11 years as squire and occasional salami (a kind of large sausage, best enjoyed in thin slivers between two slices of white bread) for sirs ponce-a-lot and havalad and he knew when to keep his mouth shut. and when, indeed, to keep it open. his mast...

as someone has posted, sanjaya gaya ! :) of course not before he managed to get himself invited to the white house journalists' dinner. i think he'd make a great bitch for condi rice. they should hook up. in other news, apparently paris hilton hooked up with my man k-fed. must see: k- fed's performance at the n ickelodeon awards. man what a grade-a looooosaarrr! he could possibly be a hip-hop aaron carter. it's so bleddy hot men... and everyone is worried about what may is going to be like. dude, worry about what the next few years are going to be like. global warming is going to take off on a never-before seen scale. so what, you cry, we've got a/c's at home and work. well, the poor don't, and say, have you heard about the whole energy crisis thingie? don't worry, even if you haven't it's coming soon to a town near you. it's truly, truly amazing how freaking myopic everybody is about the whole deal. it's all about gratification no...

come on dude, he's got to go. seriously. he can't sing and he's not even good-looking. he looks like a brown version of the olsen twins. when they were still in full house. and he's as effeminate as barbie in a pink dress and garters. pink garters. it's obvious why his no.1 fans are little girls. look if you ask me (i know you're not, but it's my blog so shut up) it would actually be good for him if he got kicked out. we all know he's got no talent whatsoever. ok maybe just a little, but certainly not enough make a career out of. no charisma whatsoever - you don't look at him and say goddamn, that guy's a rockstar! all he's got is his aww gee i'm such a cutie look. it won't last him longer than one hit. even justin timberlake got over that, and he's actually going somewhere. now he's a sexy-almost-honorary-black-person-yo-homies! boy. i actually like some of his recent hits. so how would it be good for sanjaya if he got kick...