13 April 2001
7:08 PM: I've been having a strange craving for it lately. Ginger ale. I thought I remembered one particular brand being very strong in that clear-out-your-sinuses way, but either I haven't found that brand or it was never that strong to begin with. But now I just want it for the gingerness and the aleness.
Speaking of ginger - what is up with English people being prejudiced against redheads? What a very strange thing. They call them "ginger buggers" and talk about them as if they were MBAs or something repulsive like that. Is this some kind of anti-Irish hangover? Does it only apply to guys? Europeans are weird.
I just happened by pure random chance to be reading through an article in the latest online issue of Wired Today, about the glow-in-the-dark transgenic bunny. Article written by some guy who normally writes for Newsweek, so he probably qualifies as the Voice of Joe Average. And it had this brilliant quote:"Europe is in a panic over mad cow disease, spread by the practice of feeding living cattle the processed remains of dead ones. Scientists said that inducing cow cannibalism was OK. Now they're saying bovine spongiform encephalopathy in hamburgers could lead to brain-rotting Creuzfeldt-Jacob disease in humans."Excuse me. "Scientists" said feeding cow remains to other cows was "OK"? And this happened when? And who were these "scientists" anyway? Do you really think that the meat industry in Europe called up the Pasteur Institute and asked if it was OK to make cattle feed out of whatever scraps they had lying around? Oh of course they did. They would never, ever do something just because it was, oh I don't know, cheaper or easier. That's the sort of thing ickypoo Americans do.
And certainly it's the exact same scientists who OK'd cownibalism who are working on CJD now. Because as we all know, there are only about 10 scientists in the world - 20 tops.
Fucking moron. Who then is shocked that an anti-scientific mood builds up among the people who read this bilge. Argh.
On the other hand: chocolate donuts. Though they kind of hurt my teeth.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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