I don’t normally post family stuff here, but this contains some important wisdom that I wanted to pass on. I was sat with my kids who were trying to tickle my neck. The following conversation with my six year old was the result.
Me: Can you stop that please?
Daughter: But I thought you weren’t ticklish.
Me: I’m not, but I don’t like being irritated like that.
Daughter: So why did you have kids then?
Me: …
It turns out the US has given something like $10 billion to Pakistan over the last 6 years. The basic plan seems to be that we give them vast pots* of cash, and then hope that they will help us out. There are a few flaws with this idea:
The sad fact is that you don’t get to choose your friends when you lie yourself into a war, and that’s only exacerbated by the Western World’s propensity for picking its friends based on short-term expediency rather than on wishy-washy ideas like principle or morality.
(*Pots used for illustrative purposes only, actual transportation method is not publicized)
I watched a documentary about the typeface Helvetica recently, thereby interrupting my nascent plan to get a life. One of the interviewees reminisced about an art piece she had created 40 years ago that linked Helvetica to the Vietnam war. The interviewer asked what the typeface for the Iraq war is, to which she responded ‘Helvetica’. I think she’s wrong, and that the closest approximation is Times New Roman. It’s the default choice for pretty much any document or memo, the path of least resistance or imagination, so convincingly the establishment, safe option that it is invisible.
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I saw a car with the registration W1 DGE this morning. For our readers in the colonies, this is a slang term for a man’s, um, part.