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This week I got a flu jab.
I haven't always taken up the opportunity to get vaccinated against the flu in the past. This and conversations I've had with various people over the years leads me to believe a lot of people don't get vaccinated who really should.
Of course your choices are your choices but here's why I've made mine.
Why you should get a yearly flu jab
It's free (for lots of people) - Lots of workplaces (including mine) will provide flu vaccination free of charge. I personally love free stuff even if it's not useful. You know when you come home from a conference with a bunch of branded crap? Did you actually use any of it? Me neither. Flu jabs are also free for pregnant women (who have suppressed immunity) and kids with breathing-related health issues. Woohoo! Everyone knows antibodies you didn't pay for are the best kind. Or was that wine? Who cares? I'll take both!
It is the height of foolishness to fall in love with a literary character.
For one thing, they never call. Nor do they do thoughtful things like put a hot water bottle in your side of the bed and wrap your pyjamas around it on a cold night. The only candlelit dinner you can share with one is the kind you make yourself, and they are downright useless when it comes to heavy lifting or stacking firewood.
The Bachelor may seem greedy with his harem of girlfriends but literary boyfriends are even worse. You have to share them with thousands of people, not to mention the actual heroine of the piece.
I found myself thinking about my favourite literary crush with the news that Jonathan Crombie, who played Gilbert Blythe in the Anne of Green Gables TV series, had recently died at the relatively young age of 48.
Twelve-year-old me was deeply, deeply in love with Mr Crombie/Gilbert. Even now, I put my preference for a man in a nice tweed flat cap down to him.
Late last week it became apparent that current affairs show Campbell Live may be for the chop.
To say that this displeases me would be a major understatement. My 1 year old refusing to eat anything but avocado and toast "displeases" me. Campbell Live facing the axe makes me downright furious.
I probably shouldn't be taking this so hard. I should be used to this kind of thing by now. Stuff I like tends to get canned. Apparently my tastes are bizarre and unattractive to the masses. YOU SUCK, BY THE WAY. Whoever you are. Baby boomers probably. God, you guys are terrible (not you, mum - you're cool).
Where was I? Oh yes, that's right... blind rage.
It is the mid-1990s. I am an undergraduate humanities student at the University of Canterbury. One of my favourite pastimes involves sitting in the subterranean depths of the Mac Lab under the main library building wearing a stone-wash denim jacket emblazoned with a small X-Files badge I got free with a comic book and indulging in my favourite obsession. That obsession, as you've probably guessed, is The X-Files.
This was my first experience of The Internet providing a platform for fandom. I was a frequent reader of, and sometime poster at, ATXF (aus.tv.x-files). For those of you too young to remember this was a "newsgroup" where you could post messages to like-minded folk. ATXF was a place to wax lyrical about the last episode of The X-Files that had screened (though being an Australian group timings were always a bit out for New Zealanders). It was sort of like commenting on a plain text forum.
There were sometimes "flame wars". There were often limerick competitions. It wasn't unusual to find postings about the interior decor of Fox Mulder's apartment. Rewritings of pop song lyrics with an X-Files theme were common.
I may have, at one point, penned one of these using Shaggy's hit Mr Boombastic as an opportunity to wax lyrical on the first season episode Squeeze. This featured a series of murders committed by (SPOILER) a liver-consuming, hibernating, serial killer called Eugene Tooms. My version of the song, naturally included the line "Mr liver lover". Thank you, thank you! I'll get my coat ...
I would apologise for how terrible this all was but the fact is, you do cringeworthy things when you're in love. And I was. Obsessively. I watched and recorded every episode. I devoured any magazine article about the show. I read the comics (which introduced me to artists like Charlie Adlard who would go on to draw The Walking Dead).
Kia ora all! Sorry about the lack of posts last week. There was a bit of drama happening around our way that I won't go into, but things are back on a slightly more even keel this week so blogs will be happening again.
I hope you didn't miss me too badly but please remember that crying, whether from genuine sadness or out of relief, is OK. You don't have to keep it all bottled up inside, dear internet person. Let it out.
Speaking of having a good old blub, I have done a bit of that recently myself. And not just because that Twin Peaks really, really, really late third season is looking a lot less likely now.
It's actually because starting next week I am returning to full-time work. Or, that is, I'm returning to full-time paid employment.
Naturally I'm nervous about this for a number of reasons.
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