On the road today:
One fresh possum
One unidentifiable mangled bird
Two unidentifiable former mammals
One very squashed something on the very edge of the road - proof that some bastards swerve purposely to run over defenceless animals. Fuckers.
Mood: pissed off
Listening to: Eminem
They've done something to this template - the font never used to be so fucking small. I'm gonna have to find a different template now. Not that I update this blog much at all.
I was driving to work this morning and saw a freshly dead white duck in the middle of the road. It upset me. I'd seen that duck on the side of the road near that area with its little ducklings and hoped to god(dess) some arsehole didn't kill them. Well the mother's gone. What's happened to the poor little ones? Fuck I was angry. Fuck humans. I fucking hate people. The number of roadkills on that road is un-fucking-believable. I want permission to run over one of the losers who purposely swerve to run over an animal on the road. I want to flatten them and squash their remains into the road. But no - I'm not allowed to because humans are supposed to be superior and all that shit. Fuck humans. They don't deserve the world.
And this font is so fucking tiny - reminds me of the new version of the work website which some moron has re-designed to last century's standards. Fuck people are so stupid.
Now I have to change the fucking font size every time. Time for a template change.
To change the topic entirely - back to swans. I revisted the lake which I used to walk past. The swans had another family of cygnets - 4 of them - so cute - grey and fluffy. One of the parents seemed alarmed and I heard a couple of answering cygnets. They were stuck at the bottom of some concrete steps and couldn't quite get over the curb to their parents on a grassy slope. One of them managed it by stepping on its sibling's head. I would have helped them up, I was that close to them, but feared what the parent might do - ie attack me. So I left them to it, in a hurry anyway, but I'm sure they would've been ok as the parent was heading towards them.
Time for coffee...
Version 2 of Beaker's interpretation of ITS (Information Technology Services as they call themselves) - the useless twats who barely fix anything.
Just to annoy me, this site refused to display this particular post. Don't you HATE technology sometimes? It's the 21st century and they still can't get it right.
