Today 6000 copies of Salient arrived as per usual, but with the pages out of order. So we put them in the recycling bin and the printers promised to send a new batch tomorrow. I decided I should let people know why their favourite (nah jokes) Monday morning reading material wasn’t ready for them by putting a sign up by some of the main distribution points, saying “Why no Salient today? ‘cos the printers fucked up. They’ll be here tomorrow.”
However, despite the fact that the magazine is full of cuss words, “fucked” turns out to be unacceptable language; someone ripped the signs down and laid a complaint with VUWSA, so I had to put up new signs containing the word “f*d”.
This got me thinking about how people complain about shit that doesn’t matter, probably because they have nothing to do. I then went back to the office and opened up The Dominion Post when, lo and behold, what do I see but an article about the Iranian embassy bitching about the film fest.
As the article explains, the Iranian embassy is “irate” that the Iranian animated feature Persepolis distorts history, “especially Iran’s revolution and the role of people in it”. What am I to make of this? Were there no people involved in the revolution? Was it carried out by cyborgs? Well I guess those cyborgs trained people to bitch and moan good.
p.s. As you can see by this post, I also enjoy complaining about shit. And swearing. Fuck yeah.