Posts by Lucy Stewart
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Hell is a disorganized library
Hell, no! Because then you've got *something to do* for eternity.
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but hell as a library? that seems to be re-interpreting to the point of meaningless
Does. Not. Compute.
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Then again, I still prefer Maurice Gee's kids stuff to his adult stuff, which indicates a certain perspective...
That's because Maurice Gee's YA work is awesome. And the "mystical" stuff (e.g. Halfmen of O, Under the Mountain) is the best of it.
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That's funny, 'cos I though the thing wrong with recent New Zild literature was that it was all written by 20-something-year-old BA chicks
So basically the same problem we apparently have with journalism, then?
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I'm sorry to hear that, Edmund. I hope you have lots of people around you to grieve with.
Randomness is a good way of putting it.
There's sort of a freedom in it, too; in knowing that these things are not personal, or because of something you did wrong, it just is. It's the same sort of freedom people get from believing in a divine plan, I suppose, approached from the other direction. I know which one I prefer, but I can understand the other, too.
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Am I the only person who has very little sympathy for people who complain about being woken by text messages in the early am? Admittedly, the PM needs to be contactable, but...is it really that hard to have one phone for people who absolutely need to be able to ring you at 3am if necessary (e.g. the Deputy PM, your wife) and one for the Andrew Williamses of the world?
Of course, this doesn't make Andrew Williams any less crazy, but, seriously, John. The only person waking you up at 3am is *you*.
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Agree about the "posting dodgy stuff using your real name" worries. I google prospective coworkers - it's how I found that a new hire wrote erotic startrek fanfic, for instance - and I'm aware that my children will probably have a look one day as well.
But was it well-written fanfic? That's the real question.
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Can't motivate myself to go into the study, but I think that was in The Last Battle
It was, yes. (I checked). I enjoyed it so much more when I didn't know the implications, though.
With regards to the "stop worrying", my husband is a very ex-Baptist, and he always says that was one of the most horrible bits; that you got told again and again that stuff like thinking girls were hot was evil and made you a sinner (breaking one of the Commandments, no less!), so you tried very hard not to do it, and then you did it anyway because you were human, and then you felt like shit because you'd sinned. And then the cycle started all over again.
Of course, not all religious groups are quite that pedantic about the nature of sin. But a lot are, and it's that mindset - that stuff you do in private or think silently, that has no impact on anyone else, is being watched, and measured, and found wanting - I'm pretty sure that's where the "stop worrying" comes from. The rest of us just have to worry about judgement from our peers, who are presumably not privy to our thoughts or private actions, and also don't control the fate of our immortal souls. It's a wee bit easier to live with, I think.
On the other hand, religion also offers that certainty - well, the Abrahamic ones, anyway - that you are important, personally, that you matter, that whether you are saved or not matters. I can see the comfort in that. It's all so very carrot and stick.
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Ah, it's not the sea-level rise, the world is sinking!
If Roland Emmerich tells us so, it must be right, right?
Lack of expertise, scale, nuclear waste, cost, and NZ actually having enough renewable power to run the damn country are the other ones.
Does that mean we can start actually building wind farms rather than refusing to because it's too ugly? I know wind is not a consistent source, but at the least it would allow us to run those coal and gas plants less.
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which may, or may not, have proved quite stimulating... at least to one of you... :-)
It was more that half an hour of standing outside watching half the boys dick around in their boxers because they'd been "in the shower" (read: had stripped down because they thought it was funny) is one of the most effective mood-killers in existence.