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I'm not going to bother talking about the terrorist attacks in the states. I commented briefly over on the blogversation and my thoughts can be dredged up from Metafilter pretty easily.

Nope, what I'm gonna talk about is the puddles, literally great palm-sized puddles of spit all over the floor in the men's toilet at the English center at the Uni. Bad enough that these guys sit in a stall and smoke whilst pinching a loaf, but they seem to find it necessary to gob huge f--king quantities of saliva all over the floor. I make it a point not to get irate about 'different' stuff like this, and I must acknowledge that there was also some mutant bastard in Sydney who felt it necessary to extract snot and stick it all over the cubicle walls in the Level 20 can, but damn it! I actually wiped up two huge pools of the stuff in my favorite stall in the morning, and three hours later, there were 6 more to take their place.

Mr Bill says "You put a rice farmer in a suit, but he's still a rice farmer" to which I tend to reply "You can put a racist..." etc, but honestly, some days I tend to agree with him.

Terrorists? Thousands dead? Me, I'm irate about spit puddles. For the moment, anyway.