Had to leave the house today, Mr Machinery is having a real good go. What a moronic bastard. He's putting a lawn down, presumably with irrigation, so his way of doing this is to plough the area up at least fifty times. I swear, it's just not necessary. Unless he's drilling for oil or gold or thinks the remains of Pompeii are down there somewhere. Even if he's thinking of cropping it with mangelwurzels or cannabis there's no excuse. There is absolutely no necessity for what he is doing; he just likes playing with machinery. On an eighth-of-an-acre section. If he wants to take up ploughing as a hobby, why does he not buy a lifestyle block? God knows he must have the money. Of course if anyone complains to the authorities, he has the perfect excuse ; he's completing a project. Oh yes, good bloke, it's DIY, so he's exempt from any semblance of cognitive thought. This could go on for years, in fact it has gone on for about three years, but on a much more irregular basis. He has either 1) a mental problem 2) more time and money than he knows what to do with or 3) an extremely small penis, in fact a microscopic penis. Wife and kids are conspicuous by their absence; no doubt they are living it up in some swanky apartment while he does this.
Also had two hours of jungle music from the dreadheads over the road yesterday. Fine sunny day, I'd like to sit outside, well, yes I can, but only if I can block out boom, boom, booomph with my earplugs. Which I can't. Memo to self: buy new stereo so that I can blast the whole neighbourhood with Mahler's Fifth, or even better Wagnerian opera - almost no-one likes that. "The ride of the Valkyries" at 8.00 on a Sunday morning. Yeah!
Read a news piece yesterday that Christchurch people are getting angrier; people with no former records of violence are being done for assaults, etc. It's just the level of frustration is climbing. You go out for a drive or to go to work in the morning and the road is closed for fixing. Or you're detoured to a part of town you didn't want to go to. The few restaurants that are open are swindling their customers with high prices and poor food; went to a place the other day where the food was basically takeaway standard, it was as if just having it plated up and served by a waiter justified charging three times the price of a meal I would get at a fast-food outlet. Had some tourists in the shop the other day, and some scumbag had given them old currency for change; my colleague who is English said this happened to her when she first arrived in NZ. Shopkeepers hear a foreign accent and try it on. How petty. I suppose said shopkeeper goes home at night rubbing his hands, thinking "I really put one over on those dumb tourists! How smart am I! Got rid of fifty cents of old money!" Of course the earthquake was heaven-sent for fraudsters and crims, all sorts of opportunities presented themselves. Even our right-wing government's got in on the act, suspending democracy so it can push through its own little plans for privatization of everything; water, earth, air, you name it, they've Got A Plan. "Promise anything, but deliver nowt" has become their motto. And we've always thought that we were such nice people, governed by such nice people. New Zealand, I fear for you.
Does anyone else feel that the world is rapidly filling up with jerks?
I read today that the end of the Mayan calendar is just weeks away, so consequently is the end of the world. I'm afraid that my first reaction was "Can't come soon enough".
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