So Pauline Hanson got bitten on the face by a tick and it gave her what her own nazis described as "neurological symptoms" - does this mean that a part of the tick's brain got sucked through the bite hole into the vortex of stupid/evil and presented observable symptoms of (tick) neurology as opposed to the previous presentation which was just symptoms of mould? It does. The tick is doing okay I trust and the poor darling will be well enough soon to sit for the portrait of it which will be painted on the Cremorne silos, in the softest, richest most costly and glowing tinctures known to Art. You only use about ten percent of your brain anyway, less if you're right-handed.
Other than that, and the Get Krackn season finale, which elicited from me the actual tears of multiple strong emotions, this week has been the kind of super not-wonderful scene which leaches away lots of energy at best and gets you fired from your job at worst. Fortunately somebody else chucked a massive tantrum in the office on Thursday and I found the spectacle both cathartic and also a sobering reminder that as satisfying as it may be to lose your shit, it pisses some people off and frightens others and when the satisfaction passes you will still have to deal with the fallout.
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