Enter the Thought-Crime

I'm not sure how much you know about this, but there has been a worldwide campaign against any sentiments against homosexuality. In fact, in Canada, a minister was fined a few thousand dollars and threatened with prison time if he carried on talking about the Biblical stance against homosexuality.
The latest in this rather politically safe trend is Brazil. The Brazilian president, Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva, said something to the effect that homophobic thoughts should be criminalised.
Now, I'm not even going to go into the whole gay-rights thing, but don't you think that's a bit of a scary statement? Whether or not I'm pro-or-anti-gay doesn't even enter the picture at this point. The fact that anyone, particularly a political leader, wants to criminalise dissent or open-minded thought, and freedom of speech, putting homophobia not only on par with, but above such social scourges as totalitarianism and racism is ridiculous.
The fact that he said homophobic thoughts should be criminalised is seriously disturbing.
Oh, by the bye, did you hear that the worldwide economy is going to hell and Russia is buying up all the oil in the world and aligning itself with the most oil-rich countries in the world?
Of course you did. Cause you're clever.

Pettru?

Yeah, so I'm not really into Apocalyptica, but their third cello is mind-bogglingly hawt.
Here. Have some completely gratuitous metal manflesh.
Brutal.
Giggle snort.
Oh, yeah, and Skwisgaar Skwigelf is also completely delish, despite also being completely fictional.

'God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.'
I don't think when Francois Arouet wrote those words, he meant them as I understand them, but I do think he would appreciate the understanding I take of them.
People are bloody-minded and ridiculous, and they dumb themselves down so that they don't have to be intelligent. I wish I could be as light-hearted as some of these ridiculous scoundrels, but I don't have the lack of drive.
Faugh.
Anyhow, I don't mean to return to this blog on a negative note, but sometimes, people just drive me up the wall. I think I need these half-hour hikes I've been taking on weekdays, just a few hours to rock climb and trample through the wood finding blackberries and foxes tangled up in each other and, every now and again, a deer, or minnows in the creek.
I'm going introspective, people, and my Muses are running in terror. I think I'm going to have to find a tall slender blue-eyed blond with a crooked smile and oddly white teeth to laugh about. They're always good for an eye-bat or two.
So I haven't done any real art or writing lately, but I'm convinced that my novel is really coming together.
(giggle)

Throwing Back

Oh, God. I think I've just come.
I found seven Tom Sharpe ebooks.
And they're mine. All mine.
I won't resurface for a while, if I don't have to.

Eloi! Eloi! Lama sabacthani!
I am in great pain. Mah belly hurts. All of it. Guh. Also, I have a wisdom tooth crowning and my gum is ripping open. Hurrah!
And I'm all sniffly. I want my mum.
At least spring is in full swing, with wildflowers and animals everywhere. There's a woodpecker who hunts outside my window, but I don't think he lives there, thanks be to all that is holy.
I saw the trippiest drawing the other day. I think it was done by a nine year old boy. It was called 'water dragon' and it was of this strange, blunt-faced animal with huuge anime eyes walking toward a fat man, barking, with someone saying 'watch the fat man.'
How awesome is that?
Also, I hate rooibos tea. It is most foul.
And look how EVUL Lucius Malfoy is.

I was trying to think last night. To really think, the way I used to, the lateral, backward-and-forward, compartmentalised way I used to. And I realised, I don't enjoy it like I did. Maybe I just feel less need to impress myself, but for all the logicality in me, I really do love a good day dream. Shame on me.
Also, I went out for a hike with some small children, to a rocky valley where there is a pond, and tadpoles, and turtles, and transparently brown fish. We caught loads of tadpoles, but I couldn't let them take any home, cause I rang their mum up and she said she hadn't anywhere to keep them. C'est la vie. Well.
My flat is coming together nicely. I'm not doing a good deal of the work, but what are pints of ice cream for beside bribing the help? Also, I desperately need a beer. I haven't had any in far too long and I'm meant to do some singing tonight. But my sinuses are congested and my immunity is low, so I likely won't be arsed.
Someone with lovely long hair is thinking of chopping it off, and I'm mortified. Which is ridiculous, of course, because I've got little-boy hair myself.
So I just realised that it doesn't do to say that my rooms are nearly finished, cause you've no idea what I've done with them. Well, the walls are repainted, in nice, colonial colours, and I have a new coffee table on which I have painted a couple circling koi, and we're building little chairs to go round them.
I've got a vase, as well, dark rust-coloured, with dead plant matter in it. New blinds, too, and an air conditioner.
Looks all sharp and sexy, really. I'm getting a bit attached to this little living space, as tawdry and inconvenient as it is.
Night!

Diversity

Mood: Hammock in the Sun
Listening To: Someone else watching 'Arthur'
Reading: Venus in Furs, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch
Eating: Danish blue and water crackers, petit ecoliers (petits ecoliers?)
Drinking: green tea
I got a bunch of free books today. Not the least of which is Venus in Furs, which was written by the bloke after whom the term 'masochism' was minted. I was going to pick up Mirabeau's Torture Garden, but I thought it was a bit much. I find, oddly, that my idealism goes really quite well with the book, but my cynicism does not. 'Whoever allows himself to be whipped, deserves to be whipped.' And '(woman) can only be his (man's) slave or his despot, but never his companion. This she can become only when she has the same rights as he, and is his equal in education and work.'
I don't think man and woman can ever be truly equal, in either, because they were created expressly to be different. They can be companions, yes, but to attempt to be exactly like one another is impossible. In my opinion. But then, neither can two men be equal, nor two women. And I'm going to stop yammering now because I have been eating chocolate biscuits all day, and it is not helping my brain. I got, also, the film Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, for three dollars. Which is freaking cool. And also, this little vintage compact mirror with a little rouge in it, and a ring with fake jade. SUPAHCOOL! It's a bit heavy, but it's fun to wear. And it smells a bit like nag champa.
Oh, I got pictures of the BABY! He's huge and supah ugly lookin. I'm so happy.