So it is. What an ingenious wing design.

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Once in a while I see these strange cruciform insects. I wonder what they are. I never saw them growing up. I’ve just been seeing them in the last fifteen years.213b2b33-1bdb-4ae0-bceb-2f4a08323249

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Maybe it’s my imagination but it seems that bit of fat on the lower eyelids makes large people’s eyes look smaller.

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Two or three years? That soon?

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He might kill someone one of these days. Wow, aren’t I cheerful?

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I love it. How zen.

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We are caught in a pincer movement between two stupid ideologies. One that believes there is no problem that can’t be solved by free market, profit-orientated capitalism. And one that believes there is no problem that can’t be solved with utopian, all-you-need-is-love collectivism. There is also the hybrid ideology where the worst of each of the above is combined to make a hellish third way. It wouldn’t be so bad if they combined the best aspects of each, but no, they always use the stupid bits.

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Most people are cyphers. (The shame is that it’s not just the labourers and shelf-stackers. Most members of the educated classes are cyphers too.)

I’ll pray for you.

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It happened here. Prices went up a lot and delivery times lengthened. They have to make profits now to support the share price…and executives need to be paid their massive bonuses. Over here in Victorian times, there could be multiple postal deliveries per day, maybe four or five, sometimes extremely early in the morning. And a first class stamp meant next day delivery…but sometimes arrived the same day. Even when I was a youngster, you did on occasion get a second delivery in a day and first class always meant next day (probably between 8AM and 10AM). Not long after privatisation, first class became more like two to three days, so similar to the old second class stamp. Next day delivery is now a luxury add-on for the well-to-do, the spendthrifts and the desperate. Second deliveries became more and more rare, and I don’t think they happen now. And the letterbox doesn’t clank these days until 1PM to 2PM. The after-bloody-noon?

Oh, and when privatisation happened, the new corporate parent company of the old Royal Mail gave itself one of those hideously bland trendy names. 'Consignia' I think it was. Whenever a company adopts a meaningless made-up name, you know standards are about to go downhill.

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