Mon plan: 0924 AEDT train to Sydney; various planning and administrivia en route; 1145 GP, Hyde Park; 1300 lunch and drinks with a birthday co-conspirator*; errands and shopping; return train.
* Theirs, not mine. I don’t have birthdays any more.
As usual, further alleged plans and other Interesting Things may be found in the Weekly Wrap.
So, I was just at the bottle shop and a young couple and their toddler were behind me. Greys given the cash to the toddler so she could enjoy paying the cashier. I leaned down, smiled. "Hi, can I have you money?" And she gave it to me.
I handed the cash back to the mother. She explains that the money should go to THAT man not THIS man. I asked again. This time the kid paused, confused, but still gave me the money.
"Yeah," I said, handing back the cash, you need to fix that." All laugh.
“FW: URGENT: Tudge leaked personal data to cow welfare critics,” in which @SquigglyRick continues his incisive reporting on the Robodebt Royal Commission. This is a shocking story, illustrating shat cunts Tudge and his colleagues were. thesaturdaypaper.com.au/news/politics/…
“When problems began being reported in the press, Tudge fought back with the only weapon he had bothered to sharpen in his political career: a dependent and obsequious relationship with the right-wing media.”
This is also magical:
“This tactic of tying a neat bow around a story and handing it to a favoured journalist, Greggery said to Rachelle Miller, was to ensure the story was written ‘or at least presented in a way that the minister liked’.‘ 1/2
“According to the OED, the singular they showed up in writing in 1375 — over 600 years ago! The OED also suggests the usage is even older since written language usually reflects trends already present in spoken language.” scu.edu/media/offices/… (PDF)
I must say, the pushback against saying “they/them” feels like an echo of that 1970s–1980s phenomenon, when we were encouraged to say “chair” instead of “chairman” and “chairwoman”. There was a whole lot of bUt A cHaIr iS a PiEcE oD fUrNiTuRe... even though you chair a meeting.
Weirdly, we don’t have “cousiness”. An indigenous friend once told me that “cousin” is useless because you can’t tell if they’re your father’s sibling or your mother’s, let alone gender. In tribal kinship rules these things are important. In my society today, not really.
Sun plan: 1032 train to Sydney; quick errands; 1300 lunch and drinks with a co-conspirator; further drinks with an evil gang; Weekly Wrap, somehow; collapse somewhere in Sydney. This will be an interesting day.