Today was rich in incident. The sun shone, gilding the faded, autumnal sky. Terry Pratchett’s latest novel turned up in my letterbox. Oh joy, a Vimes adventure to be savoured on a sun-kissed verandah, with a cigar and a non-alcoholic drink to hand.
Customer service from my phone company was revealed to be even more dickish than originally feared. Not so good, that one.
Orac slapped down some of the more deadly nonsense being spouted by Robert Eau Young (the magical alkaline water merchant). Things are getting better.
The branch of the “Occupy Wall Street” movement that felt impelled to occupy the financial centre of Brisbane was revealed to be gloriously inept on all fronts. They set up a webcam live stream, which was almost immediately hogged by an anti-vaccine nutter, with added birther and truther lunacy for those stubborn traces of reality that just won’t brainwash out.
