December 1st, 2005


Panicky leftist ranting. Ignore if you so desire. (And also school.)

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I'm for colonizing the moon. Who wants to come with? >.<

Finished my Mary Sue Sherlock Holmes paper. Actually went *over* on the word count, and had to fiddle with the page break font sizes to make everything fit. There is hardly anything academically more annoying than making everything fit perfectly, to a line, in ten pages, and then having one line protrude onto the eleventh page. But I made it fit, so all's good. Also I think it may actually be pretty well-written. I re-edited it this morning, and there's an actual argument there, and everything.

We're having a party in mystery lit. Junk food and everything. We also got the prof a gift - a mystery encyclopaedia, or something, and a gift certificate to the funky little mystery store on - I think - Cambie, downtown. We were supposed to contribute a dollar. I got out of this by offering to make the card. Which turned out quite nicely, if I do say so myself.

This is the Week of Final Classes. tomorrow I have my last class and tutorial in ENGL 205, which I may not actually attend as it is supposed to snow *way* more than is healthy or sane for Vancouver. It's a 200-level class, and it was just going to be review, so I'm not really worried about that - though I didn't go on Wednesday, either, and I do try not to miss two classes in a row. o.O Anyway, if I can't *get* there it's not my fault.

Two take-home exams left to write, ten pages each. Both due on Dec. 7th. If I have any brains, I will finish the mystery lit one before Sunday and that way, I'll be totally free to freak out over the HIST 432 paper on Sunday when I meet School!Jen and Bonnie downtown. We hardly ever accomplish anything, but the shared angsting is comforting. After that, just the 205 exam on the 14th.

Class, soon. Must go.

I have said it before, and I will say it again.

Fuck the tax cuts.

All of them. Fuck the distraction tactics, fuck the bullshit moderate politicking spewing forth from the maw of Stephen Harper. Fuck the whining and bitching. And fuck everybody who would rather have a tax cut than a functioning social system.

Know what? I don't care. I will cheerfully pay the taxes. I'd pay higher ones without complaining. Hell, the federal government used at least some of that surplus to take fifteen hundred bucks off my student loan debt. And, okay, it would be drastically cooler if I didn't have to borrow in the first place, if they'd just pay for it, but as it is, fifteen hundred bucks less is a good thing, and I don't hear the Republicans Conservatives trying to woo students. Pity for them, because our particular age group and intellectual bracket is much more likely to vote in horrified paranoia of Harper's badly-disguised - pardon the expression - unCanadian bigotry and general evil than for to get tax cuts on taxes we don't really pay anyway. The only reason we have such widespread high-end social programs is because of the fact that we pay the highest income tax of any G7 country in the world.

So. Morons. Let me say this slowly, so you can understand me. Taxes. Are. A government's. Only. Legitimate. Income.

He actually went on TV and said that he thinks all taxes are bad.

How... how... I just... does he... *splorch*

That sound, just there? Was the part of my brain that occasionally expects rationality in humans exploding.

If you need me in January, I'll be over there, wearing a Rock the Vote hat, harrassing people at Production Way. *eyeroll*

And... seriously. Harper the Hut. Now it's in my head, it will never go away.

...damnit, Layton. You are messing with my head. I am so angry with you, and now you're going on TV railing against Wal-Mart.


Two more classes. Now, sleep. Tomorrow, bloodless coup. Who's in? >.