JayDee

Hectic, stressful and nonsensical… but that’s just my life atm. Now onto the election.
Everyone lost, but Labour won. Labour is not forming a government… yet. I predict another election by October, which Labour will win by a landslide. And when I say Labour, I mean socialist Labour. Bring it on!
Kensington is Labour! The richest people in the country voted for socialism! Also Canterbury, which Labour has never held, ever, is now red. New poll today shows the surge continuing, meaning Labour would win outright an election if it was held now.
Not sure what you guys make of it across the pond. There’s a good Irish contingent amongst you. Tories making deals with the DUP breaks the Good Friday agreement. This is awful. Remains to be seen how much damage May can cause negotiating with the EU, given that she shown herself to be utterly inept in every way. We’d be better off sending the Chuckle Brothers. “No deal is better than a bad deal”… wtf?! No deal means standard WTO tariffs for EU market access, which is 40% on agricultural goods. 
 

I'm gonna miss Adam West

And I’m home. I had never realized before how essential I am, since it is apparently impossible for the household to function unless I am there to be the chauffeur, cook, laundry person, and all-around dogsbody. I’m going to fire my family, although the corgi can stay.

So, I’ve finally gotten a day off, after many 12 to 14 hour workdays, and guess what I did?  Mostly I SLEPT.  Slowly getting other stuff caught up here now.

It’s snowing. Why is it snowing? Did no one bother to note that spring is a mere ten days away? To whom do I complain, please?
On the bright side, my computer has finally decided to update to the latest version of Windows 10, after I manually updated Windows Update.

So, my boy goes back to the vet yet again for a glucose curve on Monday.  Hopefully, the dosage worked out on Friday is the one that’ll work.  It has certainly made a marked difference in his overall behavior!  He’s doing things he hasn’t felt like doing for the last month!

Nearly all of my work is now deleted from the other place. I feel good about this. What couldn’t be deleted (giftwork) is orphaned, and I just have a small handful of co-written fic to deal with. Still haven’t figured those out yet. I will.
Unfortunately, my increased working hours are not even nearly over.

As the UK government ends a scheme requiring us to take in vulnerable unaccompanied Syrian children trapped in Europe, this quote now seems apt on both sides of the atlantic…
“The way a government treats refugees is very instructive because it shows you how they would treat the rest of us if they thought they could get away with it.”
Tony Benn

Is anyone else, like me, looking at the news in sheer unbelieving horror?
Or has everyone taken the route of sanity and turned it off?
Refugees denied, families seperated, US residents denied entry… suddenly that TV section from the newspaper about the inauguration doesn’t seem as funny.
And I swear everyone around him.. you can see in their eyes that they know he’s completely and utterly insane. They just haven’t got a clue what to do about it.
This is some really, really bad shit… and terrifying. 

Goodbye and RIP John Hurt
Who said of Downton Abbey: “I just think it is poxy! I mean, I'm sorry, but it is rotten writing and rotten acting.“
And also this: “I remember talking to Olivier when we were doing Lear. He said: 'When it comes to your obituary they will only mention two or three performances, and they will be the ones that defined you early on.' I said: 'What will they write about you?' Richard III and Wuthering Heights_', he replied. And he was right.”
So today you’ll hear a lot about his death scene in Alien, and his role as The Elephant Man, but let’s also remember we’ve lost a man who played The Doctor, who voiced the dragon in Merlin, Winston from the film 1984, Mr Olivander from the Harry Potter films, and the narrator of Dogville (which imho is one of most horrific studies into human nature ever conceived).
 

Well… it’s been a strange few days, that’s for sure!
Here are some examples of “alternative facts” for reference:
Despite photographic evidence, in terms of visible crowds, less is more.
A unicorn just flew past my window with a can of Red Bull in its mouth. It had a sign around its neck saying it was a Pegasus.
Being sent abusive comments means you are guilty of harassment.
The world is actually flat.
There is no such thing as marmite.
I do not have work in the morning.
I am not going to bed.
I am not saying goodnight.

My apologies, but this was too good not to share. Found on one of my political sites who came on it via George Takei, here is the Sunday Herald’s (Scotland) TV section:

Awesome…

So yesterday I knitted a bobble hat for the dog. You can’t tell, but she’s really impressed.

I am building a small solar-powered toy robot. 
At this point, I’m assuming the “educational” aspect of this toy for children is the eighty page assembly booklet, in Chinese.
 

From my family to your, the brightest blessings of this holiday season, and all the best in 2017!
 

Food shopping commenced at 0700 hours. Food shopping completed at 0900 hours.
A dog ate my mince pies while I was putting the shopping away.
*tries to wrap things*
*fails*
*panics*
Status at 1100 hours: Panic.

My christmas gift shopping is now completely done! Down to a silly bobble hat for the dog, and a collar with bells on for the greyhound. Next week: Food, Glorious Food!

Last month, a part of my filling fell out. I say fell, I was actually reliving my childhood with a surplus halloween Drumstick lollipop. Today, my appointment at the dentist came up. Thankfully, they didn’t need to do anything painful. They just removed my temporary filling, cleaned it and redid it. I feel like I just got a get out jail free card while on death row. Also, my dental hygeine is great and they don’t need to see me ever again (or for twelve months, which is much the same thing). 
Excuse me while I slump into a relaxed pile of vaguely human shaped happiness. Then I will update stuff.  
I will also think twice from now on before reliving my childhood with chewy sweet things.

A very happy Thanksgiving to all who are celebrating today. I’m grateful for family, and friends, and that includes the family I’ve found here at AFF. 

Now that I’ve gotten over my childishness earlier, on this Thanksgiving day, I am toying with the idea of writing a comedy/horror story where the ranks of the ghosts of the working class, past and present, conspire to terrorise their enemies. Wherein the first idiot to say: “Yeah, but they’ve got a widescreen tv to watch Jeremy Kyle on!” will be decapitated by a horrifically angry child in rags. Where London’s biggest Waitrose branch becomes a food bank. And every beautiful old building we’ve got that’s been converted into a luxury anything is immediately reclaimed as a public library/art gallery/place to hang out.   
Those hiding in the Ritz and Harrods will find themselves in a converted factory, on an production line where they have to sort stones from pebbles as piecework. Forever. The first of them to say: “I’ve worked hard for what I’ve got.” will lose a limb, teaching them a valuable lesson about what they’ve actually got, and how little it relates to imaginary work that they’ve never had to do. Until now.

Frankie Boyle. Please don’t ever stop.