sheepies and chipies, at last, enfin!

hi babes!

long time ago, I mean almost two weeks, I tried hard to bitch about ACON. Didn't work. Put me off the screen for a while. How depressed am I?

Now back online.

Never renouncing, never confessing.

According to Fred Nietzsche a couple of years ago (a hundred and twenty-five to be accurate),

"Am schönsten sieht die Welt

Von halber Höhe aus."

In other words,

"The best view of the world

Is from a medium height."

NB: Thanx 2 Walter Kaufman for translating.

Now, ACON sux. The security staff can't make the difference between an inner space and an outer space.

At the Factory, Victoria Street, Enmore, when the building is closed, you cannot go beyond the grill. This means that beyond the grill is not an outer space. Therefore you can stand with a drink-you're-not-meant-to-take-outside in your hand.

Now, when the building is open, there's still a door to go through, fifty centimeter after that grill, to be enclosed in the actual walls. This means that before the door is not an inner space and therefore you can smoke your fag in peace.

Well, the security staff got so confused and cranky and angry and aggro about the security pôwer game the other night that my chipies friends and I were able to get back twice as much money as we had handed in before leaving these too in-securised premises.

Because you can be very keen on security and crush a lot of well-dressed sheep who accept to yield to law and order even if it has nothing in common with fostering everybody's freedom instead of the freedom of a few at the detriment of the others; sheep who all turn their back to the civil liberties problem and jump one after the others, like Brueghel's blinds, into the river. Still you may feel insecure enough, not being able to count to 4.

Fluff.