Monday, May 23, 2016

To Any Facebookies Within the Sound of My Voice

Please post a note on my Wall by writing some blather and then tagging me with it.  I don't mind if people think I'm a deep-fried hogwart but it bugs me to think maybe some may perceive some kind of melodrama queen.  All it needs is something like ...


Silas can't come to school today because someone narked on him and he has to stand in the corner for three days.  To you and all the ships at sea, thank you.


Thank you and, yah, it's a dumb thing but the odd thing is maybe four people wonder where did he go but only one of them, Kannafoot, thinks, well, if'n he ain't here then maybe he's there.  That cloistering effect in Facebook is an unusual thing especially insofar as they don't seem to see at all they're the ones standing in the corner.  Out here is everything else.

When the news sources become progressively more myopic, that can't possibly be a good situation.  No need for an editorial as that's the set for every bad sci-fi movie you ever saw.


There were six kids in my family so the 'rents had a problem when all of us were busted because they didn't have enough corners.  Two might be stationed in corners in another room and this was perfect if they wanted to rain hell down on the ones in the room where the 'rents could still see them.  So long as they're quiet they can try to get the ones in the other room to crack up and then they're busted all over again.

People on Facebook often talk about cute kids but it's rubbish.  Kids are evil.


Here's another really evil one and, on the retelling from my sister, she gets the reaction, "Are you fucking serious???"

There was a tall barrier of thin trees or shrubs at the back of the yard in Sydney and that made the perfect cover for starting fires, breaking glass, or any other devilment which may come to the evil minds of children (i.e. a lot).

It doesn't surprise me we were breaking glass back there because you would go straight to jail with one red-hot backside if you broke any glass inside the house.  Out there, no-one could see it so, yah, have a ball.

That part is fine and visualizing it is easy but the story went is the perps (e.g. Chookie, Scupperguts, and Queen Bee) lured the Innocent Victim (i.e. Tinkerbell) so she would walk back there unaware of the fiendish trap.

Now I know kids are evil but I seriously don't believe we were that evil.  Nevertheless, that's how the story goes and this reporter would be remiss in failing to mention that key, albeit utterly fraudulent (larfs), detail.

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