Ruddy awful

Rudd's election night speech was singularly disappointing and I have continued to be disappointed by his media conferences in the past two days. He proudly claims that he writes all his own speeches...but he's no Aaron Sorkin. Hopefully the ministerial office's budget will stretch a bit further than that of Opposition Leader and they can get him a professional speechwriter. As bad as Rudd's speeches are, I was even more appalled earlier this evening at the number of bad puns that Sandra Sully managed to squeeze into her late night update on the Prime Minister Elect. Ruddslide and Ruddbath were the two which stuck in my mind, though they may not have been the worst ones.

Slippery slope

I'm starting to worry that I really am going insane. It's 2am and not only have I done no work this weekend, but I am sitting here downloading masses of Chopin nocturnes looking for the one Deb Morgan downloads in the last episode of Dexter (season 2 episode eight). That's really creepy. I'm going to try and go to sleep now with a firm resolution that I will finish my work asap this week and resume a normal existence once more, that includes regular interaction with human beings and semi-regularised sleeping patterns.

R-U-DoubleD

One day into the new regime and somehow the glow seems to have worn off along with my hangover. After a night of anarchy, order has been restored to Australia and it feels pretty much like the old order. Costello's decision not to take on leadership of the Liberals is probably the best decision he has made in ages: it didn't take a genius to figure out that he would be a scapegoat for all sorts of fallout from the election during the six-twelve months that it took for his opponents to jockey into position and push him out into the cold. The chaos he has created for the party, when considered in conjunction with his insubordinance during the campaign make me wonder if perhaps he really is a labour mole, given his background in young labour. Depsite the short-term turmoil he has created for the libs, I fear that there isn't really much reason to celebrate, with Turnbull emerging as the new contender for leadership of the libs. I'm deeply suspicious of Turnbull: unlike Costello, whom Keating so aptly referred to as 'all tip and no iceberg', Turnbull is highly unpredictable and dangerous IMHO.

Boredom and isolation

Chirryl came over tonight to relieve me temporarily of my isolation-induced insanity. It's cool and all that now I can post to the blog from my desktop and then it feeds to my facebook, but computer stuff is really boring and I feel like my laptop got more quality time than I did.

Welcome to my splendid isolation.

This is my first post. More will follow.