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Burpengary East http://www.cmweller.com 12155 posts

Straya Day

It's a public holiday today. Marking the anniversary of the day that all of the white people who had invaded and then set up stakes voted to make ourselves an independent nation. The people who were here first weren't consulted. They weren't even classed as people by the invaders.

Natives, who now have most of the rights of the invaders, call this Invasion Day and they're right to do so. My lot invaded, took over, ran the native peoples off to the shittiest parts of the land, and then refused to let them have anything to do with running the country for almost two hundred firkin years.

We don't use their culture, language, or history in our educational system. We don't even bother to teach Basic Bush Survival, which kills off hundreds of hikers per year. And then we (the whitefellas) turn around and blame the natives for not wanting to stay in school.

I see more people of African Descent around my neck of the woods than any peoples of Native Descent. And that's directly the result of things that whitefellas did in the past, and are continuing to do now.

Prejudice is rife. It just happens to be invisible.

Some relatives of mine are saying that the native Australians should be grateful it was the English who decided to take over, because the rest of the potential invading forces were worse. I'm sure that if Earth was invaded by a bunch of aliens that nearly wiped us out with their diseases, isolated us into the shittiest places on Earth, and then refused to teach our kids our own history that we'd be real grateful that we weren't invaded by a different lot that would have outright eliminated us or eaten us or whatever.

There's little I can do from where I am but acknowledge this, though. Keep fighting the fight. Acknowledging the first peoples here on our land is not as important as -say- paying the back rental fees. Or making certain that native peoples can access everything they need to be on equal footing with everyone else.

The fact that they don't, they still don't, and they probably won't for years yet is a big glaring flaw in the system that few people see.

Challenge #01846-E022: Where's the Cheevs?

Pokémon Go... in space -- TheDragonsFlame

Trends come, trends go, and some are revived, zombie like, from a place where they should have stayed buried. You can make up your minds about which ones are which. For a patch of time in the 1930's, the name Judith became incredibly popular, and was rarely that popular again. For a spate in the 1980's, every girl child was named Kylie. And pretty much since the 1980's until the current era, there has been Pokémon.

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Getting there

Economic Disaster Protocol has been initiated. Not that I wasn't working on most of it to begin with, but...

  • There's going to be a lot of stews
  • Or a lot of bulk meal products that can make multiple servings
  • Loads of whatever's cheap
  • Rationing treats

I may have to discuss getting the cheap cream instead of the Good Stuff(tm) with my Beloved. Same with the eggs. But I know we're not there yet.

And since Steemit is paying for my compy

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Challenge #01845-E021: Art in All Forms

Alien walking past human's quarters hears a harsh, vaguely rhythmic sound.

Alien knocks on human's door, enters, and finds that it's audio sensory organs are assaulted by this noise, the noise is so loud it is almost painful for the Alien's ears.

Alien: "Human, what is this noise?"

Human: "This is my music, you don't like it?"

Alien: "I don't know, the volume is a bit high and it sounds rather harsh, what is this music called?"

Human: "Many humans don't like

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Mor Busy

This morning, I am taking Mayhem to school at 7 so that I have the time to watch for Chaos' bus at 8 and then taking off AGAIN so I can be at Mayhem's school by 9 for a sincere discussion about Mayhem's scholastic career.

And after that, I have to go get Chaos a school hat(or two) because Wednesdays are the only day for the uniform shop to be open.

Beloved is kept up at night because money worries. Our

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Challenge #01844-E020: Considering Coconuts

http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/168918610430/ -- Anon Guest

Merfolk didn't want to have much to do with the surface. There was plenty more to eat under the water and they knew it. But the two-legs-like-us[1] were getting deeper and deeper nets, and something had to be done. Let's just say mistakes were made on both sides. Most notable of these is coconuts.

For eons of Merfolk civilisation, they understood coconuts as ill omens. Something that is made to float, sinking

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Two down

I've now been rejected by two of the three agents I sent those query letters off to.

One to go.

And then it's on to the next bag of hope on my list. All of whom actually have turn-around times and promises to get back to me.

And then I get to have ANOTHER anxiety spike as I wait for those turn-arounds. All the way down to zero.

And when it finally gets to zero, I shall draft a complaint letter to

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Challenge #01843-E019: Reminded of the Babe?

Don't do something permanently stupid just because you're temporarily upset. -- Anon Guest

My mother said/ I never should/ play with the faeries in the wood... - nursery rhyme.

The fae folk had her baby. Toddler. Even though her child could walk and talk after a fashion and perform simple tasks, Esa was still her baby and would be so until the day Risso died. Which might be soon, considering that she was marching into Fae territory with naught but her apron

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Seven minutes to write this post

Mayhem is ready for school. Chaos is ready for school.

Lunches are packed. Supplies are ready. And I have seven minutes' worth of blogging time.

Two minutes, now. Because I had to ogle some pretty Elf art.

Teh PLN:

  • Wait for the bus.
  • Send Chaos off
  • Do some scheduling
  • Drive Mayhem in
  • Stop by Chaos' school and drop off her box of stuff
  • Stop by the bank and get some money
  • Return home
  • Clean the HUGE FUCKING MESS my Beloved made and
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Challenge #01842-E018: A Place to Fit

The adventures/escapades of a Numidid raised by/among humans -- TheDragonsFlame

[AN: This continues on from this thing ]

Family is more than the people that excreted you, so goes the galactic saying. Family can be a bunch of loner weirdoes and their adopted Numidid keet called Pip. Scavenger M. DeVries and his daughter, Pip, cut quite a figure in the news, and they did so for all of forty-eight hours.

Because that was when the Galactic Alliance rediscovered a colony world

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Drastic change of PLN

Capt S cancelled on us when she heard that we were headed off from her place to be get home by two. Beloved's work cancelled on them for no reason whatsoever.

So we ended up pissing yesterday up the wall.

Sigh.

Today, we're doing everything we could have been doing yesterday if we weren't all busy waiting for others to get their collective shit together.

Because tomorrow is the day that school starts again. Maybe.

I haven't received any memos about Student

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Challenge #01841-E017: The Biological Solution

[End the story with this sentence] “Behold... the mighty predator.” -- TheDragonsFlame

First came the epithelials, and there was the Dust Problem. Amelioration worked, to a degree, but cleansing schedules soon became hell for multiple species. And someone discovered Fhitts and Squidges. Small, jellyfish-like animals that floated around via hydrogen gas bags. They either filter-fed as they drifted around on the air currents, or -in the case of the Fhitts- jetted about in active pursuit.

Then the Fhitts and the Squidges became

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So here's what's up

I got rejected by the first of those three agents. Impersonal form letter. No useful info.

We're all trucking off to see Capt S this morning. Bringing gifts, fixing tech. Whatever the heck.

We have to be back home before 2PM.

You may now place your bets on whether or not Capt S lets us leave before 2PM.

But because of that, I have to get a wriggle on with my shit.

Place your bets. Place your bets...

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Challenge #01840-E016: Toxic, Useless, and Ugly

"A man of words and not of deeds, is like a garden full of weeds." -- Knitnan

"I will work so hard," he said. "I won't even have time for golf. I won't have time to tweet. I'm talking bloody knuckles. I'm talking wearing out the grindstone with my nose. I'm talking twenty-four-seven. Hard. Sweaty. Work. For you. For all of you." And then he spent more days on the golf course, on holiday, or on leave than any other leader to

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Another fun day

Mayhem is supposed to go to his traineeship, today. He's begging off crook this morning, and claiming that he did not play with his phone all night despite it being right there with him under the covers.

Temperature checks prove that he's nominally human, so I'm making him get ready for his traineeship.

He definitely has the energy to complain and kick up a stink and give me fifteen colours of shit about getting ready for the day, so I maintain that

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