CHERNOBYL: Yes, your yuppie jams glowed in the dark, but what of those toasted with neutrons and gamma rays on that sad day? asks Payton L. Inkletter.

Be all that as it may, meanwhile:

In other news…

26^th April 2009:

Sunday: I woke about two, and was unable to sleep, despite being very tired, so I returned to the cot and listened for a couple of hours to my favourite talking book on the iRiver T10. Missus Inklethere’ssurelyaspecialplaceinheavenforher had worked her butt off for hours preparing for the evening meal with The Babies Ink&Peggletter, the Chocsons, and Pa pree. I did my late little bit, mopping around the kitchen and laundry, and was still doing this when The Babies arrived early, and Janny having not long returned from picking up Pa pree. The Chocsons were a little late, with Reeve having begun a honey harvest of his hive late in the day, and needed the extra time to complete the job.

But it was not long after seven when we merry band of revellers settled in together for a very enjoyable evening of nice food, soft and fruit drink, and conversation, till after midnight. Reeve broke the news that he will be starting a new job on Barrow Island for a three month trial from Thursday, on a two weeks on two weeks off roster. We covered a lot of ground in our chatting, including the observation by Chocci Chocson that they have the same DVD recorder as us and that theirs plays up something terrible (funny thing is, they had the identical model to our Conia brand and model before our current one, so it’s either a case of great minds thinking alike, or fools seldom differ, more likely this latter); Chocci related the exact same endless looping that our useless piece of shit that passes as a DVD recorder, namely the Panasonic DMR ES15 DVD Recorder, after recording a program and closing it off; the whole experience renders the machine simply a player; it’s too unreliable as a recorder; my advice to Panasonic in case they don’t enjoy seeing bad press from their customers for one of their products: don’t put your badge on crap, whatever the selling price. Some music oiled proceedings, and the occasion was over too quickly. I failed to convincingly justify my position, mainly with The Babies, united they were, on a matter: I maintained that it is not a contradiction to feel more for the loss of 10 Australian soldiers in Afghanistan, as an Australian, than for the combatants on the other side being killed, while simultaneously caring about all humans who are suffering or worse. While it was not the forum to adequately conduct the reasoning, I was trying to explain that all humans are normally born into two families: their next of kin family, and their national family, and loyalty to both is right under most circumstances. Maybe The Babies will engage me further some time and we might achieve some convergence. [Back from the future update: within about a day an email did come from Baby Inkletter presenting further material in defence of The Babies’ position, so I embarked upon some deeper thought and a written analysis of the subject; stay tuned in later diary entries for when it’s done and sent, and the response… I am honoured somewhat that they feel safe to tackle some heavy matters with me, and I am very pleased that we are tackling these discussions in a civilized and mature manner. The excitement for my billions of daily readers must me excruciating.]

I was way to weary to walk yet again, and I had to enlist the assistance of white comforters to ease my headache pain enough to join the commode dragon about two in the morning.

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