List of the Day

Today's List:

1.  Twat Of The Week (Possibly The Month)
The self-righteous pontificator who filmed his mate's wife cheating, and uploaded it to the Internet.  Now, I'm not condoning cheating per se, but I'm not giving much of a shit about her cheating on her husband because she's broken no laws and more importantly, it does not concern me.  My business it is not - please note I'm not trying to channel Yoda.  Commenters everywhere are donning the judge's robes and wig (seriously, you judgemental prats, doesn't it get hot under there?), and saying it serves her right.  Okay, I will now play Devil's Advocate and ask this: does it serve the other party right?  The guy she's supposedly fooling around with, I mean.  Did he know she was married?  Does he deserve to be splashed over cyberspace for the judge and jury that comprise the trollers of the Internet to determine his character?  And what about her aggrieved husband, would he feel humiliated in the knowledge that all of cyberspace knows he's been cuckolded?  ('Cuckolded' - is that an awesome word or what?)  Why did this guy believe he was entitled to upload this footage and pass judgement on the woman?  Is this being a loyal friend, or a spiteful prick?  I'm actually running with the latter on this.  If he wanted to prove to his mate the trouble-and-strife was playing away from home, why not present the footage privately, and leave it at that?  What a vindictive piece of work this guy must be.  Maybe he uploaded it because it's not legal for him to have her led to a public place where people can hoik rocks at her, or else he can't stick a big red letter 'A' on the front of her shirt. 

2.  Total Fuckwit Of The Day
It's the personification of Satan's knob-cheese who Just. Couldn't. Wait in the main street of town at about 7.15pm on this date.  I was walking my two dogs, and at the other side of the road, waiting to cross, was a gentleman I know - one I look after in the line of my work.  He has a mobility aid, and when the 'walk' sign was showing, he laboriously made his way across.  I waited to say hi.  He was about three quarters of the way across when the light turned green, and this festering pile of mouldy pustules, and in the event you're reading this it's YOU in the 4WD towing the covered tool trailer, or whatever it was - the poor guy was barely out of your line of drive and you just fanged it down the road - almost dragging him down with your slip stream!  Couldn't you wait a few more seconds until he was definitely safe?  Were you on your way to deliver a kidney on ice, or receive on for yourself?  If you happened to look in your rear vision mirror, you would have seen an angry woman with two dogs yelling something less than congratulatory after you.

3.  Guilty Pleasure Of The Day
Now this song itself is not a guilty pleasure - indeed it is a good 'un.  But the reason I watched the clip a few times is.  It is a live performance of Grand Funk Railroad doing 'We're An American Band' in 1974.  It's got a primal rawness to it, and long-haired dudes strutting around in flares, as the drummer belts out the lyrics.  It's rock and roll.  And the shirtless guy in the white flared trousers has a smokin' hot upper bod.  His waist tapers down to nice shape, and his biceps are perfect - not too big (I will own that I am a biceps girl).  Truly, he has a form that could have been carved by Michelangelo.  And yeah, that's one of the reasons I watched the film clip.

4.  Good News Of The Day
I finalised and submitted a subject on integrating disabled into the community.  Three more modules to go, and it's out of my hair. It's been hanging around in my hair like a virulent manifestation of headlice, which I am finally now combing out having smothered the fuckers with conditioner.  Oh, this is all metaphorical; I am not really afflicted with nits, okay?  And I hope to finalise those modules over the next few weeks, and finalise what's really important: the first draft of my next novel.

Ciao for now.