I’ve done it. I’ve missed a day. For twenty seven days in a row, I have put up a post a day (I’m trying to do a hundred in a row), and yesterday I didn’t. I’m sure most of you think this is not big deal, but it is. You see, the government made me do it. They shut me down. They broke my stride. They took away my mojo. They messed with the flow of my chi.
I’m not much of a conspiracy theorist. I just don’t think people are smart enough. So I’m trying not to read anything into the fact that, after a week of criticising the government, our power was cut yesterday. Not just for few hours. For the day.
We’re kind of set up for things like this round here. The development of infrastructure failed to keep up with the economy, and so, a few years ago, we were introduced to the idea of “load shedding”. When there isn’t enough power to go round, different zones are cut off on a rotating schedule. It’s not great, but it’s not the end of the world, and it does mean that we all know where the candles are, and have gas cookers to make coffee with.
What we can’t do is put up posts on WordPress. And yesterday was no load shedding. The power was out for hours. But fear not. It’s unspeakably early on Monday morning, and the power is back on. So I’m just going to pretend that it’s Sunday. Which means I don’t really have to put up a proper post anyway. Just a sort of status update (for those of you who may never have been here before, I’m trying to do a hundred posts in a hundred days, and get 60 000 views while doing it. Snort).
So what then, is my status? I’ve done 27 posts. Without government intervention, I should have done 28. And I’m still getting pretty close to exactly half the views I need. I think it might be time to edit all of my previous posts and pretend I was always trying to get 30 000 views.
I did, however, learn something last week (don’t worry, It didn’t hurt). I thought it would be fun to write about some of our more outlandish political shenanigans. It wasn’t. For two reasons. Firstly, I wanted to keep things short and sharp. But I found that the so-called short, sharp stories needed so much background that they started to feel more like lectures. And I’m not doing this in the hope of boring anyone. Secondly, if you look too closely at those sorts of stories they stop looking like shenanigans and instead become tragic or infuriating or both.
In the middle of the week, I took a break from politics and wrote about how my daughter was stealing gravel. That made me happier. So this week I’m going back to stuff that makes me happy. Hope to see you there. In the mean-time, here’s today’s vote;