Bored

The Labor party looks set to hang onto Western Australia.

I do not know why I care about this, I can't justify making a special trip to the computer to be updated. All I know is that the Liberal candidate wants to funnel water from the Kimberlys, presumably to fill up the water cannons he wants to use against youth.

While I'm here I might run off some things of a positive nature, to balance things out a little.

More simple pleasures:

-I've never found a bad word to say against whiskey, nor will I hear a word against it. It is magical stuff.

-I like the sound of pnuematic drills echoing off garage walls. It denotes that the operator of the drill is doing something useful and industrious, and is therefore contributing to our great society.
-I've just found a new book store I like, if only for the wood panelled old timey atmosphere. Imprints on Hindley Street. It is partly owned by the pillow biting Greg Mackie who once ran for mayor of Adelaide and had his promotional material in the window of Resistance. Needless to say I'm pleased he got a whuppin' in the mayor's race, but I do commend him for running a capital book store.

That will do for now.