I like being honest.
Not because I have some inherent noble streak or a need to fight for the rights of truth or even that I believe that after every true word a fairy gets his wings.
It's more out of laziness.
Do you know how hard it is to remember who you told what, when? It's a hell of an effort! "Okay I told X that Y likes this, but told Z that Y prefers this, and R thinks Y is X with a dash of C but it's really V and B when L is J or K, except on leap years, when Y is twice the sum of H's parts and prone to parallel thinking,which of course is just a lie..."
No thank you! My brain would be better used holding much more interesting information. (Like the price of watermelon's or knowledge that mosquitoes have teeth! < - - they really do the little bastards!)
Funny though because of this honesty habit I get a lot of folk who are so used to lying that they cannot wrap their minds around the idea that you are saying exactly what you mean! I swear you can see the smoke coming out their nostrils as their brain does back-flips trying to find ways in which what you said can't be true, must be lies, being pretentious or as fake as their tacky "alligator" shoes!
I've had some of the nicest letters I've ever written sent back to me with accusations that I can't mean any of it and that I am evil and bad and Satan's bastard child. (I'm not. I checked the birth registry, my parents were only
lesser demons...)
People do have issues accepting things that are not stereotypical and the norm, while still going on that they dislike things that are stereotypical and normal.
It's sort of funny and sort of sad! Can't be nice living like that.
Hey is that how you live?
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Monday 31 January 2011 - your mission should you chose to accept it
What is the purpose of your life?
Yes I know, it's a heavy, pound-cake topic for a light and frothy Monday morning but deep philosophical questions wait for no man!
See I was just wondering how many people out there feel they know what they're life is for, or why they could / should / would be existing on this earth (in 50 words or less).
Some folk could see their lives in terms of religious purpose, some will just snort and say, "I exist, so, like, whatever man!", others will go into a wild panic when you ask them and start mentally circling themselves with questions on life, love and liberty until they look like a small dog chasing it's own tail and losing badly.
I was wondering if each and every one of us has a purpose or if there's a few with a purpose and the rest of us are just devastatingly gorgeous window dressing? I know a lot of solipsistic people who are busy nodding joyfully at this sentence, thinking how wise I am for something that doesn't exist.
As for me? I've always suspected my purpose is largely to be a side-kick. Provide laughs, make people think, but never be the one who get's the awards or targeted by insane, stalker snipers.
I'm not here to save people, become president, bake apple pies or lead us all into a new age of spiritual enlightenment.Though I am terribly good at reading maps, should any of the chosen one's reading this decide they're still looking for a wing man! (CV to follow).
What's your purpose do you think? And what are you doing to make it a reality? And are you going to eat that last banana, cause if not...
Yes I know, it's a heavy, pound-cake topic for a light and frothy Monday morning but deep philosophical questions wait for no man!
See I was just wondering how many people out there feel they know what they're life is for, or why they could / should / would be existing on this earth (in 50 words or less).
Some folk could see their lives in terms of religious purpose, some will just snort and say, "I exist, so, like, whatever man!", others will go into a wild panic when you ask them and start mentally circling themselves with questions on life, love and liberty until they look like a small dog chasing it's own tail and losing badly.
I was wondering if each and every one of us has a purpose or if there's a few with a purpose and the rest of us are just devastatingly gorgeous window dressing? I know a lot of solipsistic people who are busy nodding joyfully at this sentence, thinking how wise I am for something that doesn't exist.
As for me? I've always suspected my purpose is largely to be a side-kick. Provide laughs, make people think, but never be the one who get's the awards or targeted by insane, stalker snipers.
I'm not here to save people, become president, bake apple pies or lead us all into a new age of spiritual enlightenment.Though I am terribly good at reading maps, should any of the chosen one's reading this decide they're still looking for a wing man! (CV to follow).
What's your purpose do you think? And what are you doing to make it a reality? And are you going to eat that last banana, cause if not...
Friday, January 28, 2011
Saturday 29 January 2011 - breakfast clubbed
I was wondering, I read an article about 5 ways to leap out of bed in the mornings. (Being a massive fan of leaping out of bed at ridiculously early hours I wanted to see if they'd gotten it right).
And one thing I read was the "eat like a king, eat like a pauper" bit which says basically, scarf down a ginormous breakfast and every meal after that should be smaller and smaller till a wee tiny dinner of what sounded like a pea and a sneeze.
Now I don't agree with that. Whenever I eat breakfast I always feel heavy and loaded down, like I'm carrying my fourth child (having eaten 1 - 3), esp if it's a big breakfast. I prefer to skip the meal and then munch vast amounts later in the day for continuous energy which makes way more sense to me. And my supper, while not able to feed a small village, is at least nicely sized and tummy filling. (and eaten before 5pm so no tummy cramps, haha!)
I think breakfast is overrated. I'll have it now and again, because I like to dabble with danger, but otherwise, nah ta.
What'd you have for breakfast today? Really? I didn't know you could eat those without killing them first...
And one thing I read was the "eat like a king, eat like a pauper" bit which says basically, scarf down a ginormous breakfast and every meal after that should be smaller and smaller till a wee tiny dinner of what sounded like a pea and a sneeze.
Now I don't agree with that. Whenever I eat breakfast I always feel heavy and loaded down, like I'm carrying my fourth child (having eaten 1 - 3), esp if it's a big breakfast. I prefer to skip the meal and then munch vast amounts later in the day for continuous energy which makes way more sense to me. And my supper, while not able to feed a small village, is at least nicely sized and tummy filling. (and eaten before 5pm so no tummy cramps, haha!)
I think breakfast is overrated. I'll have it now and again, because I like to dabble with danger, but otherwise, nah ta.
What'd you have for breakfast today? Really? I didn't know you could eat those without killing them first...
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Friday 28 January 2011 - TGIOther stuff as well
Yay, Friday!! The last of my scripts are done and my CV has been sent off to various places to be impolitely rejected! It's all good!
I never know if I'll end up getting a job that devours weekends, so each one that comes along is most, most enjoyed!
Aaah but weekends go by so fast! Sob sob!
I'm going to try stretch this one out as looooooooooooooong as humanly possible!!!
*Thomps table to empathize point - but not too hard cause I don't want my stuff rolling off*
And yes I know that:-
1. You shouldn't start a sentence with "And" but I never got an A in English and I feel that scarring allows for some leeway!
AND 2. I'm not saying anything that hasn't been said by a million trillion other people but it feels good to say it none the less So, like many before me, let me raise my fist to the sky, lean back in my chair and howl, "TGIF!!!!"
I never know if I'll end up getting a job that devours weekends, so each one that comes along is most, most enjoyed!
Aaah but weekends go by so fast! Sob sob!
I'm going to try stretch this one out as looooooooooooooong as humanly possible!!!
*Thomps table to empathize point - but not too hard cause I don't want my stuff rolling off*
And yes I know that:-
1. You shouldn't start a sentence with "And" but I never got an A in English and I feel that scarring allows for some leeway!
AND 2. I'm not saying anything that hasn't been said by a million trillion other people but it feels good to say it none the less So, like many before me, let me raise my fist to the sky, lean back in my chair and howl, "TGIF!!!!"
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Thursday 27 January 2011 - baa-d day
Okay, okay so Thursday is not really an evil day. It's actually a lovely day in a series of shiny-shiny days. A wonderful day of love, light and laughter. Thursday's are just misunderstood days. They don't mean any more harm then any other day. They are as innocent as fat, fluffy woolen sheep.
Yeah see now I just can't believe that! Thursdays are bitter days. They are very miffed because they are the most useless day in the entire week and because no one pays them much attention! It's true take a look at the facts:
Friday: It's practically weekend, last day of work, man it rocks your spittoon! Probably the most loved day of the week! What it must be like to be near such a popular day?
Saturday and Sunday: The weekend, enough said!
Monday: The day most people dread, beginning of work. Monday might seem like it's the worst day, but it lives for that attention and notoriety! Funny though that the day itself is seldom bad, more just the feeling of the end of the weekend. Monday gets a lot of recognition, no one doesn't have respect for Monday! Word!
Tuesday: It's not Monday!
Wednesday: Hump day, half way to the weekend!
Thursday: ...um. Well not good enough to be Friday, but not mentionable enough to be mid week. It's the excess. The lose thread on the undies of life! It's the day everyone keeps forgetting. The one where everyone says, "...I wish it were friday already". It's the unnoticed, unmentioned, blah blah whatever day.
And this makes Thursday mad!
So I think today I shall go forward with an optimistic view. But also with a firmly set game plan, just in case! (and maybe a first aid kit and emergency cashews - yes they do exist!)
Onwards brave soldiers!!!
(By the way if Thursday gets too touchy I'm using you as a human shield, just a friendly heads up...)
Yeah see now I just can't believe that! Thursdays are bitter days. They are very miffed because they are the most useless day in the entire week and because no one pays them much attention! It's true take a look at the facts:
Friday: It's practically weekend, last day of work, man it rocks your spittoon! Probably the most loved day of the week! What it must be like to be near such a popular day?
Saturday and Sunday: The weekend, enough said!
Monday: The day most people dread, beginning of work. Monday might seem like it's the worst day, but it lives for that attention and notoriety! Funny though that the day itself is seldom bad, more just the feeling of the end of the weekend. Monday gets a lot of recognition, no one doesn't have respect for Monday! Word!
Tuesday: It's not Monday!
Wednesday: Hump day, half way to the weekend!
Thursday: ...um. Well not good enough to be Friday, but not mentionable enough to be mid week. It's the excess. The lose thread on the undies of life! It's the day everyone keeps forgetting. The one where everyone says, "...I wish it were friday already". It's the unnoticed, unmentioned, blah blah whatever day.
And this makes Thursday mad!
So I think today I shall go forward with an optimistic view. But also with a firmly set game plan, just in case! (and maybe a first aid kit and emergency cashews - yes they do exist!)
Onwards brave soldiers!!!
(By the way if Thursday gets too touchy I'm using you as a human shield, just a friendly heads up...)
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Wednesday 26 January 2011 - blankety blank
I cannot think of a thought for the day. Or rather I can think of two but neither get my butter battered so they'll just have to wait for a better day to blossom into life.
Usually a blank "page" just gets my motor running! It's like it screams, "Fill me up baby - oh yeah!!"
But every now and then you look at the page and it looks back at you and you look at the page and it looks back at you and you... This can go on for hours. Well okay more like for a really long time, since the urge to go to the bathroom usually conquers all! (And when it doesn't, well then you have your next blog idea right there!)
But I find you can't force creativity. It tends to dig it'd heels in, start pouting and refuse to budge. What you sort of have to do is turn your back on it, walk off every so slightly and decide that today you'd much rather read about the reproductive capabilities of Capybara instead. This drives creativity insanely jealous and before you know it, it's slithered up to you and, with a conspiratorial wink, tells you, how about you write a blog about people who dress up as capybara for sex instead?
How can you refuse an offer like that?
Usually a blank "page" just gets my motor running! It's like it screams, "Fill me up baby - oh yeah!!"
But every now and then you look at the page and it looks back at you and you look at the page and it looks back at you and you... This can go on for hours. Well okay more like for a really long time, since the urge to go to the bathroom usually conquers all! (And when it doesn't, well then you have your next blog idea right there!)
But I find you can't force creativity. It tends to dig it'd heels in, start pouting and refuse to budge. What you sort of have to do is turn your back on it, walk off every so slightly and decide that today you'd much rather read about the reproductive capabilities of Capybara instead. This drives creativity insanely jealous and before you know it, it's slithered up to you and, with a conspiratorial wink, tells you, how about you write a blog about people who dress up as capybara for sex instead?
How can you refuse an offer like that?
Monday, January 24, 2011
Tuesday 25 January 2011 - words worth
How do you know a person has worth? What makes you worthy in your eyes?
I was just wondering because I've come to realize that for a lot of people, they define their worth by the work they have, the money they have or the amount of exotic fish 'that-only-spawn-on-a-tiny-island-in-Hawaii-once-every-zillion-years' that they have in their mega big salt water tank.
Very few count other, non-monetary actions to make a person valuable. Which is funny because I find that the stranger who smiles at you and lets you go in front of them in a queue to be infinitely more wonderful then some twit who almost runs me down in their new BMW. (And who, if they managed it, would then get peed at what I'd done to their paint work and "pedestrian is so hard to get out of the grill work, you know!")
I'm not saying that "rich" folk are automatically worse people then "poorer" ones. I've met some jolly nice affluent people and some scum of the earth poverty struck ones. (Though I have found stereotyping to be there for a reason...)
I think value and worth come from just being a good person. Nothing more, nothing less. Not even a Mother Teresa good person either! Just like holding the door open for someone who can't get it themselves, smiling at strangers (nice smile not a toothy "I know where you live and I will hunt you down" sort)and just going that little extra mile for no other reason then because eh, why not?
What do you think your value is?
I was just wondering because I've come to realize that for a lot of people, they define their worth by the work they have, the money they have or the amount of exotic fish 'that-only-spawn-on-a-tiny-island-in-Hawaii-once-every-zillion-years' that they have in their mega big salt water tank.
Very few count other, non-monetary actions to make a person valuable. Which is funny because I find that the stranger who smiles at you and lets you go in front of them in a queue to be infinitely more wonderful then some twit who almost runs me down in their new BMW. (And who, if they managed it, would then get peed at what I'd done to their paint work and "pedestrian is so hard to get out of the grill work, you know!")
I'm not saying that "rich" folk are automatically worse people then "poorer" ones. I've met some jolly nice affluent people and some scum of the earth poverty struck ones. (Though I have found stereotyping to be there for a reason...)
I think value and worth come from just being a good person. Nothing more, nothing less. Not even a Mother Teresa good person either! Just like holding the door open for someone who can't get it themselves, smiling at strangers (nice smile not a toothy "I know where you live and I will hunt you down" sort)and just going that little extra mile for no other reason then because eh, why not?
What do you think your value is?
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Monday 24 January 2011 - name game
Do people ever get your name wrong?
I'm just wondering because mine, Jovvi (Jo-Vee), can be most interesting when folk get it wrong, for instance:
* At my one filing job my name became Jody. They liked it, it was easy to remember so be it.
* The maid here has decided Joey works for her.
* My littlest nephew thinks Joanie is a better version.
* I've had it spelt Jofi and Joffi before.
* Sometimes folk see the double v as a w and so its Jowi.
* Those few who say it right then often spell it Jovi, missing the all important second v that adds so much more pizzazz!
I begin to see why so many parents give their kids common, easy to spell names! (And even so you get variations! Jon - John; Kerryn, Kerin, Karin...) Aaah, good grief!
I'm just wondering because mine, Jovvi (Jo-Vee), can be most interesting when folk get it wrong, for instance:
* At my one filing job my name became Jody. They liked it, it was easy to remember so be it.
* The maid here has decided Joey works for her.
* My littlest nephew thinks Joanie is a better version.
* I've had it spelt Jofi and Joffi before.
* Sometimes folk see the double v as a w and so its Jowi.
* Those few who say it right then often spell it Jovi, missing the all important second v that adds so much more pizzazz!
I begin to see why so many parents give their kids common, easy to spell names! (And even so you get variations! Jon - John; Kerryn, Kerin, Karin...) Aaah, good grief!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Friday 21 January 2011 - scarred for life
Don't you find scars interesting? I'm not talking the psychological, 'mommy-never-let-me-wear-a-dress-just-cause-I'm-a-guy' sort, fun though they may be, but the everyday scars that almost everyone comes equiped with more or less. Some folk actually look quiet dashing or mysterious with a well placed scar or two. Scars add character!
I love hearing the story behind them. What x did to y who retaliated and formed that nice scar on your chin, the awesome bike stunt you ALMOST pulled off, to why sticking your hand in a garbage disposal just as someone yells, "What does this button do?" can be rather unfortunate.
Scars help tell our life stories. All those interesting little, or not so little, misadventures we have that are funny now but back then...
So what's your most interesting scar?
(Whoa! You have one where? From doing what?! I never would have guessed!!)
I love hearing the story behind them. What x did to y who retaliated and formed that nice scar on your chin, the awesome bike stunt you ALMOST pulled off, to why sticking your hand in a garbage disposal just as someone yells, "What does this button do?" can be rather unfortunate.
Scars help tell our life stories. All those interesting little, or not so little, misadventures we have that are funny now but back then...
So what's your most interesting scar?
(Whoa! You have one where? From doing what?! I never would have guessed!!)
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Thursday 20 January 2011 - appreciation
Ye gods! Horror of Horrors yesterday! Our water supply was cut off!
Eeeeek!!!
I'd seriously rather go a week without electricity over a day without water. (Um, but I'd prefer that just be bravado and it never gets tested, thank you very much!)
I am a big fan of water on tap. Not just because I've grown attached to washing my hands or that you can't cook much with hope and flames alone, but also because, gosh and golly, it's nice to be able to flush the loo and dirty? Why take a bath!
A bath, a bath, a glorious bath! That was what I missed most! The idea of going to bed without a bath sent shivers of ickiness down my spine! Imagine going to sleep in all the dirtiness of an entire day? Noooooo!! I was seriously considering pulling an all nighter. But the water came back and much rejoicing was heard in the vicinity of me! A bath had never felt so good! (and I've had some pretty awesome ones!)
Just goes to show, don't ever ever take those little things for granted. What's here one day might not be hear the next. (and then you might end up having to try sneak a bar of Lux soap into the public swimming pool....)
Eeeeek!!!
I'd seriously rather go a week without electricity over a day without water. (Um, but I'd prefer that just be bravado and it never gets tested, thank you very much!)
I am a big fan of water on tap. Not just because I've grown attached to washing my hands or that you can't cook much with hope and flames alone, but also because, gosh and golly, it's nice to be able to flush the loo and dirty? Why take a bath!
A bath, a bath, a glorious bath! That was what I missed most! The idea of going to bed without a bath sent shivers of ickiness down my spine! Imagine going to sleep in all the dirtiness of an entire day? Noooooo!! I was seriously considering pulling an all nighter. But the water came back and much rejoicing was heard in the vicinity of me! A bath had never felt so good! (and I've had some pretty awesome ones!)
Just goes to show, don't ever ever take those little things for granted. What's here one day might not be hear the next. (and then you might end up having to try sneak a bar of Lux soap into the public swimming pool....)
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Wednesday 19 January 2011 - sunny disposition?
I wish the sun would come back! I really am tired of being 3 kinds of moist. (And none of them in a good way).
I've also noticed people get a lot more moody when they're subjected to dark skies 24/7. I rather like gray skies but I'll admit when you get them all day, everyday, then suddenly blue seems to be the most beautiful colour you can get!
I've also run out of jeans, all my walking ones are now in the wash, today I walk in a tracksuit, that is going to be nothing if not interesting. (It doesn't look bad but I feel weird, it's a step below jeans and that's where scary things start happening, like maybe I will end up being on one of those Wal-mart Forwards... Noooooooooo!!!)
Could we please have the sun back now?
p.s. Just checked the weather forcasts and they say no sun till when? 2013?
I've also noticed people get a lot more moody when they're subjected to dark skies 24/7. I rather like gray skies but I'll admit when you get them all day, everyday, then suddenly blue seems to be the most beautiful colour you can get!
I've also run out of jeans, all my walking ones are now in the wash, today I walk in a tracksuit, that is going to be nothing if not interesting. (It doesn't look bad but I feel weird, it's a step below jeans and that's where scary things start happening, like maybe I will end up being on one of those Wal-mart Forwards... Noooooooooo!!!)
Could we please have the sun back now?
p.s. Just checked the weather forcasts and they say no sun till when? 2013?
Tuesday 18 Janurary - amphibian
I would like a walk, just one, possible two, in this week, where I come home, WITH DRY FEET!!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Monday 17 January 2011 - KER BLAM!
WOWWIE!!!
Did you see the storm last night? Lightning, thunder and all the rain a frog could wish for!
I opened the curtains to watch it, but after being blinded for the third time by pure white, streaking energy I decided I could be just as dazzled with the curtains firmly closed.
It's always fascinating when nature goes berserk like that, even though some part of me find it highly alarming (Mostly the part that know we might have to walk in said storm in the morning).
But you have to admit they're impressive nonetheless! I hope some of this water is making it's way to the fruit baring parts of the country! *fingers crossed*
And um, could maybe all other rain that has to fall this week, fall at night? Or at least after 12pm the next day? I'm not sure how many more storms I really really want to get caught in!
A-CHOO!!!!!
sniff
Did you see the storm last night? Lightning, thunder and all the rain a frog could wish for!
I opened the curtains to watch it, but after being blinded for the third time by pure white, streaking energy I decided I could be just as dazzled with the curtains firmly closed.
It's always fascinating when nature goes berserk like that, even though some part of me find it highly alarming (Mostly the part that know we might have to walk in said storm in the morning).
But you have to admit they're impressive nonetheless! I hope some of this water is making it's way to the fruit baring parts of the country! *fingers crossed*
And um, could maybe all other rain that has to fall this week, fall at night? Or at least after 12pm the next day? I'm not sure how many more storms I really really want to get caught in!
A-CHOO!!!!!
sniff
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Sunday 16 January 2011 - Morning!
I keep meaning to sleep in on a Sunday! Get some down time till at least 7am, maybe even one day, someday, hit the big 8am! But so far it's not happening. I seem programmed to shoot out of bed at 5am, or earlier have mercy, each and every day. This is irrespective of how much sleep I get the night beofre. 7 hours, 5 hours, 2 hours, it doesn't matter, come 5am I'm up and about and ready to rock! (Though after 2 hours sleep it's more like wobble..)
There are some drawbacks to this early morning lifestyle:
1. No one else is ever awake! I share the sunrises with the hamster who frankly, I feel, is a bit jaded on the subject. And if you wake folk up to share the experience... well let's just say that I've seen my imminent death reflected in the glare of too many people to try that again soon!
2. Nothing is open. All the shops and that are closed for the silly reason that no one goes shopping this early.
3. Winter makes waking up at 5am a whole new experience that delves into masochism and pain with joyful abandonment! I will admit that instead of my usual summer bed-ejection of joy, it's far more a sort of semi-slither of deepest remorse! It's so.... frikkin'...COLD!!!
4. Getting up quite so early means I tend to go to bed early as well. 9pm rolls around and Jo is semi-conscious on the couch. Hit 10pm and I'm face down in a sticky patch sleeping in a position that will bring great delight to a chiropractor for many years to come. Mind, I'm not much of a party animal or tv watcher so this last one is not the curse my booze swilling, party packing friends seem to think it is.
So anyway let me go seize the day, seize the jersey and seize the breakfast bananas! And a good morning to you, whatever time you get up!
There are some drawbacks to this early morning lifestyle:
1. No one else is ever awake! I share the sunrises with the hamster who frankly, I feel, is a bit jaded on the subject. And if you wake folk up to share the experience... well let's just say that I've seen my imminent death reflected in the glare of too many people to try that again soon!
2. Nothing is open. All the shops and that are closed for the silly reason that no one goes shopping this early.
3. Winter makes waking up at 5am a whole new experience that delves into masochism and pain with joyful abandonment! I will admit that instead of my usual summer bed-ejection of joy, it's far more a sort of semi-slither of deepest remorse! It's so.... frikkin'...COLD!!!
4. Getting up quite so early means I tend to go to bed early as well. 9pm rolls around and Jo is semi-conscious on the couch. Hit 10pm and I'm face down in a sticky patch sleeping in a position that will bring great delight to a chiropractor for many years to come. Mind, I'm not much of a party animal or tv watcher so this last one is not the curse my booze swilling, party packing friends seem to think it is.
So anyway let me go seize the day, seize the jersey and seize the breakfast bananas! And a good morning to you, whatever time you get up!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Saturday 15 January 2011 - Us
Sometimes it's really nice to find people who have things in common with you. For me that's usually pretty hard. I like anime, tattoos, odd series, seldom read books, hamsters, fruit, motorbikes...
Finding folk who have a passion for even two of these is bordering on miraculous!
Don't get me wrong hey, people with different views and ideas are refreshing. They add spice and can keep conversation going at a lively tilt. I'm all for differences and such, viva, yippee and hoorah!
But I do like the sympathy that comes with having similar interests!
We can talk about which Odd Thomas books we liked the most (2 sucked!); which anime is so worth watching (May I recommend Stellvia?); why watermelons rule (You have to ask?); what tattoo to get next (I don't care just as long as I get it!); why scooters are OBVIOUSLY superior to motorbikes (Gears - psssht!) and can I please use your shoulder to sob on when Wash gets impaled in Serenity (Why? Why?!!)
If you understood any of that I like you. I really like you!!
Finding folk who have a passion for even two of these is bordering on miraculous!
Don't get me wrong hey, people with different views and ideas are refreshing. They add spice and can keep conversation going at a lively tilt. I'm all for differences and such, viva, yippee and hoorah!
But I do like the sympathy that comes with having similar interests!
We can talk about which Odd Thomas books we liked the most (2 sucked!); which anime is so worth watching (May I recommend Stellvia?); why watermelons rule (You have to ask?); what tattoo to get next (I don't care just as long as I get it!); why scooters are OBVIOUSLY superior to motorbikes (Gears - psssht!) and can I please use your shoulder to sob on when Wash gets impaled in Serenity (Why? Why?!!)
If you understood any of that I like you. I really like you!!
Friday 14 January 2011 - look no exclamation marks.
People are not always what they appear to be. We hate it when people get "the wrong idea" about us and who we are, but we seldom stop to think that maybe we have the wrong idea of them as well.
Few people are all good or all bad but how easily we forget that. Or like when someone is the nicest, kindest person in all the world and then one day says something mean or goes against what you'd expect of them. Suddenly all that good means nothing and we just judge them to be mean, phony or Satan approved evil.
We want people to understand when we make a mistake, to forgive and forget and move on, to not draw out our punishment or rub our noses in it.
So why then do we do that to other people? Instead of accepting their apologies we let our hurt egos draw out a situation that we could fix with just a kind word, a smile or a little understanding?
What makes our pain more special then theirs?
Few people are all good or all bad but how easily we forget that. Or like when someone is the nicest, kindest person in all the world and then one day says something mean or goes against what you'd expect of them. Suddenly all that good means nothing and we just judge them to be mean, phony or Satan approved evil.
We want people to understand when we make a mistake, to forgive and forget and move on, to not draw out our punishment or rub our noses in it.
So why then do we do that to other people? Instead of accepting their apologies we let our hurt egos draw out a situation that we could fix with just a kind word, a smile or a little understanding?
What makes our pain more special then theirs?
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Thursday 13 January 2011 - ag cute man
What do you define as cute?
See I've a massive weakness for cute. It's like my Achilles' heel. (And just off the subject why the heck didn't anyone make sure that Achilles' heel was dunked in the invulnerability lotion? That's just shoddy workmanship!)
But I was trying to define what exactly made up cute in my view. Lets see:
1. It's not size. Mosquitos are little and they're certainly not cute! They are what we tenderly call, 'Malicious Bastards!'
2. It's not fluffiness, which was in the running for a while, because bread mould is fluffy and the urge to nuzzle it to my bosom has yet to come upon me. Ditto with giant spiders and cheap toupees!
3. It's not just animals, or animal shaped goods, there are people as well whom I find terribly cute in a, "I could just hug you all day!" sort of way.
Hmmmn....
Mind for all I love cute things at least I don't get the urge to own them all! Otherwise I'd have every hamster in a 3 mile radius, half the stuffed toys and at least three illegal immigrants' children!
In humans I find cute to be anyone with a really witty sense of humour or that is at the very least in touch with their inner child. (Most everyone, when you ask curiously, will say, but of course I'm in touch with my inner child. Then you watch their behavior and can only deduce it must be the bad sort of touching!)
So in essence I've pretty much said nothing here on the subject really worth noting.
That works for me.
See I've a massive weakness for cute. It's like my Achilles' heel. (And just off the subject why the heck didn't anyone make sure that Achilles' heel was dunked in the invulnerability lotion? That's just shoddy workmanship!)
But I was trying to define what exactly made up cute in my view. Lets see:
1. It's not size. Mosquitos are little and they're certainly not cute! They are what we tenderly call, 'Malicious Bastards!'
2. It's not fluffiness, which was in the running for a while, because bread mould is fluffy and the urge to nuzzle it to my bosom has yet to come upon me. Ditto with giant spiders and cheap toupees!
3. It's not just animals, or animal shaped goods, there are people as well whom I find terribly cute in a, "I could just hug you all day!" sort of way.
Hmmmn....
Mind for all I love cute things at least I don't get the urge to own them all! Otherwise I'd have every hamster in a 3 mile radius, half the stuffed toys and at least three illegal immigrants' children!
In humans I find cute to be anyone with a really witty sense of humour or that is at the very least in touch with their inner child. (Most everyone, when you ask curiously, will say, but of course I'm in touch with my inner child. Then you watch their behavior and can only deduce it must be the bad sort of touching!)
So in essence I've pretty much said nothing here on the subject really worth noting.
That works for me.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Wednesday 12 January 2011 - Yeeeek!
WAAAAAAH, did I wake up peppy this morning!!!
*Stretches self till an oddly disturbing popping sound is heard!*
Today I might, might, might, might go look at scooters! Can human beings endure more bliss then this?
(Don't answer that!)
The idea of finally having transport is a brain melt that is utterly electrifying and terrifying! How weird it would be to be able to go almost anywhere just cause?! Ok mind I'm not sure where I would go, but destination is just the end result of an eventful journey!
Of course, having never ridden a scooter on my own properly, that does present some challenges! But what are bones for if they don't break once in a while? Exactly!! Besides I have my kiff helmet and a jacket I could drown in, that's half the battle won! *vibrates happily*
Okay okay let me let you go start your day and I'll do the same my side! Cor! FUN!!!
Bye!
*Stretches self till an oddly disturbing popping sound is heard!*
Today I might, might, might, might go look at scooters! Can human beings endure more bliss then this?
(Don't answer that!)
The idea of finally having transport is a brain melt that is utterly electrifying and terrifying! How weird it would be to be able to go almost anywhere just cause?! Ok mind I'm not sure where I would go, but destination is just the end result of an eventful journey!
Of course, having never ridden a scooter on my own properly, that does present some challenges! But what are bones for if they don't break once in a while? Exactly!! Besides I have my kiff helmet and a jacket I could drown in, that's half the battle won! *vibrates happily*
Okay okay let me let you go start your day and I'll do the same my side! Cor! FUN!!!
Bye!
Monday, January 10, 2011
Tuesday 11 January 2011 - Past that
I wonder why the past can have such an iron hold on us sometimes?
I mean sure, you need to have a past to learn and grow from, discover the good and the bad things in life, and why, when someone says the stove plate is hot, you don't HAVE to test it!
Isn't it amazing how we can sit and obsess over things that happened so long ago that we have to ignore the dinosaur in the picture to remember it all?
And why is it seldom good stuff that people obsess over? (Well besides guys who were once quarter backs and remember that big saving throw they did in 1911, man the crowd went wild! We know dad,we know!!)
In general though we seem to like to pick and prod at sore parts of our past like a kid's tongue at toothache. Ouch. lets do that again. Ouch! maybe this time it wont hurt. OUCH!!
I think we need to make peace with our pasts. Learn what we have to learn from them, realize that we all make mistakes, some of us more spectacular ones then others, and then take that memory, put it back in the recesses of our brains and get on with the present and the future! (Who are also very demanding of your time, I swear they're all like needy little kids! Future stop day-dreaming! Past stop picking on Present already!!)
I mean sure, you need to have a past to learn and grow from, discover the good and the bad things in life, and why, when someone says the stove plate is hot, you don't HAVE to test it!
Isn't it amazing how we can sit and obsess over things that happened so long ago that we have to ignore the dinosaur in the picture to remember it all?
And why is it seldom good stuff that people obsess over? (Well besides guys who were once quarter backs and remember that big saving throw they did in 1911, man the crowd went wild! We know dad,we know!!)
In general though we seem to like to pick and prod at sore parts of our past like a kid's tongue at toothache. Ouch. lets do that again. Ouch! maybe this time it wont hurt. OUCH!!
I think we need to make peace with our pasts. Learn what we have to learn from them, realize that we all make mistakes, some of us more spectacular ones then others, and then take that memory, put it back in the recesses of our brains and get on with the present and the future! (Who are also very demanding of your time, I swear they're all like needy little kids! Future stop day-dreaming! Past stop picking on Present already!!)
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Monday 10 January 2011 - Pow pow
I love arcades. Once people get over the fact that you're the only tri-decade aged female person there, then you can really have a lot of fun!
There's air hockey (Damn I'm good) and Pool (Damn I'm bad), there's ball games that require precision and timing and thomping gophers on the head with a mallet that just requires a lot of enthusiasm and occasionally a bit of cheating... cough...
You get to play on those old, old arcade machines and relive all the warm memories of when you were a kid, bashing away at the buttons to get your 'Golden Axe' character to swing his weapon or your 'Double Dragon' guy to kick ass. (After a bit more playing you also remember the horror and frustration of being beaten to a pulp by a bad guy you "Could have taken if he hadn't moved suddenly like that!")
And then in the end, you take all your tickets you've won, after paying say 40 bucks, and you go to the prize counter, have them counted up and then get to chose a sweetie or small prize that makes you feel like such a champ even when you know that they would normally have cost you a few cents if you'd gotten them anywhere else.
Let's Play!
There's air hockey (Damn I'm good) and Pool (Damn I'm bad), there's ball games that require precision and timing and thomping gophers on the head with a mallet that just requires a lot of enthusiasm and occasionally a bit of cheating... cough...
You get to play on those old, old arcade machines and relive all the warm memories of when you were a kid, bashing away at the buttons to get your 'Golden Axe' character to swing his weapon or your 'Double Dragon' guy to kick ass. (After a bit more playing you also remember the horror and frustration of being beaten to a pulp by a bad guy you "Could have taken if he hadn't moved suddenly like that!")
And then in the end, you take all your tickets you've won, after paying say 40 bucks, and you go to the prize counter, have them counted up and then get to chose a sweetie or small prize that makes you feel like such a champ even when you know that they would normally have cost you a few cents if you'd gotten them anywhere else.
Let's Play!
Sunday 09 January 2011 - Fair?
They say you can't miss what you've never had. But sometimes, when I see these families who stick together and love each other and support, care, annoy, frustrate and irritate each other, I miss it all the same.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Saturday 08 January 2011 - Touched
Physical affection.
So who here, after reading that, thought of simple affection? Or did you're mind just naturally go to the gutter? (Where my mind is, hello!)
I was just thinking, dangerous hobby of mine, that human beings are just not that into physical affection like they used to be. Giving or recieving. I find if you touch someone's hand they whip it away like you just gave them an extra coating of cooties!
I was just finishing re-re-re-re-reading "Little women" (don't judge me), and I noticed that in a lot of these "olden day" books, natural physical affection was just a part of life. Hugging, holding hands or arms, petting, all of this was just second nature to show warm feelings to another person.
I suppose part of the reason people are so twitchy about it now is all the paranoia that comes with people being such strangers to each other. 'Stranger Danger' and all those fun rhyming things we have to teach our kids.
If you see a guy kissing a younger girl, everyone thinks, Paedo alert! No one thinks, dad saying goodbye to daughter. A guy ruffles another guy's hair, it's not because he's feeling good will towards him but because he can't control his rampant homo-erotic urges!
But humans are physical critters. We love physical contact of all sorts. But we hang back because "What if..."
And so we all go through life, scared to touch each other even as we cry out to be touched.
Want a hug?
So who here, after reading that, thought of simple affection? Or did you're mind just naturally go to the gutter? (Where my mind is, hello!)
I was just thinking, dangerous hobby of mine, that human beings are just not that into physical affection like they used to be. Giving or recieving. I find if you touch someone's hand they whip it away like you just gave them an extra coating of cooties!
I was just finishing re-re-re-re-reading "Little women" (don't judge me), and I noticed that in a lot of these "olden day" books, natural physical affection was just a part of life. Hugging, holding hands or arms, petting, all of this was just second nature to show warm feelings to another person.
I suppose part of the reason people are so twitchy about it now is all the paranoia that comes with people being such strangers to each other. 'Stranger Danger' and all those fun rhyming things we have to teach our kids.
If you see a guy kissing a younger girl, everyone thinks, Paedo alert! No one thinks, dad saying goodbye to daughter. A guy ruffles another guy's hair, it's not because he's feeling good will towards him but because he can't control his rampant homo-erotic urges!
But humans are physical critters. We love physical contact of all sorts. But we hang back because "What if..."
And so we all go through life, scared to touch each other even as we cry out to be touched.
Want a hug?
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Friday 07 January 2011 - Play it again sam
The problem with listening to a whole new sect of music is that I often get songs stuck in my head.
No let me rephrase that, I get the music and the odd lyric stuck in my head. This means all through my walk, or whatever other interesting chore I'm doing, I end up singing bits of the song over and over and over. And of course, since I don't know the lyrics, I end up putting in my own. (Which 10/10 times prove to be a lot more interesting - song writers are not the most creative turtles in the sea...)
This is most noticeable with my Japanese music or any music that is in a language I don't know, but feel I can sing along with if I just try hard enough! The results are highly entertaining though I can never share the joke with folk because no one listens to what I do.
Barbarians.
(It's like when I watch anime and think of something awfully clever and then realize I can't tell anyone cause no one else would get it! A shared quip has 30x the power of one that only amuses yourself, trust me, I know these things.)
Lately I've been listening to a lot of German music. Oh my my, the opportunities to mis-interpret what they say are boundless! AND I can mis-sing it in English or even Afrikaans! The tri-lingual puns keep me warm and fluffy at night. (Usually before forgetting them the next morning and feeling like the world missed out...)
Do you ever do that?
No let me rephrase that, I get the music and the odd lyric stuck in my head. This means all through my walk, or whatever other interesting chore I'm doing, I end up singing bits of the song over and over and over. And of course, since I don't know the lyrics, I end up putting in my own. (Which 10/10 times prove to be a lot more interesting - song writers are not the most creative turtles in the sea...)
This is most noticeable with my Japanese music or any music that is in a language I don't know, but feel I can sing along with if I just try hard enough! The results are highly entertaining though I can never share the joke with folk because no one listens to what I do.
Barbarians.
(It's like when I watch anime and think of something awfully clever and then realize I can't tell anyone cause no one else would get it! A shared quip has 30x the power of one that only amuses yourself, trust me, I know these things.)
Lately I've been listening to a lot of German music. Oh my my, the opportunities to mis-interpret what they say are boundless! AND I can mis-sing it in English or even Afrikaans! The tri-lingual puns keep me warm and fluffy at night. (Usually before forgetting them the next morning and feeling like the world missed out...)
Do you ever do that?
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Thursday 06 January 2011 - Fug
URK!
I write this just having had two whole hours of interrupted sleep! My mind was like, "Well since you're up why don't we have a nice, long, semi-morbid think session?" at which point I had to retaliate with, "It's because you're busy making me have a 'nice, long, semi-morbid think session' that I am already up!!"
And then of course, when you finally can't keep your eyes open any more, and you're about ready to accept a shot of whatever anesthetic is out there, that your mind lets you go and says, "Sleep little one, tomorrow will be another day."
And you do.
Only to be woken up two hours later after intense dreams and watery sleep and your mind crowing, "Fooled you!!!"
You annoying, spastic, sly little thing!!!
BUT! Today is still a day filled with promise! (Even if you can only see it through bleary, red as my right sock eyes), being negative and emo is so last season's blog! I'm off to see what there is to be gotten out of the day! (Hopefully a hot bath and early night come standard!)
So GOOD MORNING TO YOU!!!
I write this just having had two whole hours of interrupted sleep! My mind was like, "Well since you're up why don't we have a nice, long, semi-morbid think session?" at which point I had to retaliate with, "It's because you're busy making me have a 'nice, long, semi-morbid think session' that I am already up!!"
And then of course, when you finally can't keep your eyes open any more, and you're about ready to accept a shot of whatever anesthetic is out there, that your mind lets you go and says, "Sleep little one, tomorrow will be another day."
And you do.
Only to be woken up two hours later after intense dreams and watery sleep and your mind crowing, "Fooled you!!!"
You annoying, spastic, sly little thing!!!
BUT! Today is still a day filled with promise! (Even if you can only see it through bleary, red as my right sock eyes), being negative and emo is so last season's blog! I'm off to see what there is to be gotten out of the day! (Hopefully a hot bath and early night come standard!)
So GOOD MORNING TO YOU!!!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Wednesday 5 January 2011 - Machines
Machines fascinate me. And I don't mean in a 'how-quickly-can-jo-end-up-breaking-it' kind of way. It boggles my mind that a bunch of plastic, copper and wire can zip zap and zing and TADA, we have a screen we can see, interact with and command to do our bidding. Or something that can record our voice and image and keep it long after we're dead. Or something that can identify our fingerprints, or know a good R5 coin from a bad one or even wash our undies and fluff 'em! It's just an amazing thought!
Right until one of them breaks and all I think is STOOOPID MACHINE!!
Right until one of them breaks and all I think is STOOOPID MACHINE!!
Tuesday 04 January 2011 - Netless
Ah no, the internet was down this morning! It always gives you this small feeling of panic when it flatlines, the first part being, “What did I do? What did I do?” as you wrack your brains to think what you might possibly have done to unplug your connection, upset your gyro-defibulator or cheese off the gods of connectivity.
Once that’s over then you hit the logical conclusion of “What did THEY do?”
Because let’s face it, 9/10 times it’s someone else’s fault! (And 3/5 of those times it’s actually legitimately their fault!) While annoying, this is also curiously satisfying. You can send blame to some nameless, faceless, peon out there who is obviously incompetent, moronic and probably has to wear earphones that remind him to “breathe in, breathe out” and since you can’t do any work you might as well play solitaire or chat to your sweetie via mxit.
Still, the second the connections back up… oh the might! Oh the glory! It’s more rapture then a whole a scion of happy-clappy church goes could ever hope to feel! Someone once said they couldn’t imagine life without the internet and what did people used to do before it existed? Well I’ll have you know I’m old enough to remember when there was no net! And bugger me if I can remember what the heck we did back then? Probably actually got sunshine and exercise, what a thought!
Once that’s over then you hit the logical conclusion of “What did THEY do?”
Because let’s face it, 9/10 times it’s someone else’s fault! (And 3/5 of those times it’s actually legitimately their fault!) While annoying, this is also curiously satisfying. You can send blame to some nameless, faceless, peon out there who is obviously incompetent, moronic and probably has to wear earphones that remind him to “breathe in, breathe out” and since you can’t do any work you might as well play solitaire or chat to your sweetie via mxit.
Still, the second the connections back up… oh the might! Oh the glory! It’s more rapture then a whole a scion of happy-clappy church goes could ever hope to feel! Someone once said they couldn’t imagine life without the internet and what did people used to do before it existed? Well I’ll have you know I’m old enough to remember when there was no net! And bugger me if I can remember what the heck we did back then? Probably actually got sunshine and exercise, what a thought!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Monday 3 January 2011 - Grindstone
WAAAAAH!!!
First day back to the grindstone! More scripts to write this side, more job hunting and more walking like a lunatic! < - - assuming loonies are big fans of physical exercise!
My, my, my! You have to admit that it is exciting!!
[Oh I'm dropping the tarot bit, I'm better at predicting my own future then they are! For instance I see a lot of heavy thinking, many a tasty banana and one hellova curious day before me! Let's see how that pans out!]
First day back to the grindstone! More scripts to write this side, more job hunting and more walking like a lunatic! < - - assuming loonies are big fans of physical exercise!
My, my, my! You have to admit that it is exciting!!
[Oh I'm dropping the tarot bit, I'm better at predicting my own future then they are! For instance I see a lot of heavy thinking, many a tasty banana and one hellova curious day before me! Let's see how that pans out!]
Sunday 2 January 2011
I didn't make a new years resolution, though I meant to.
I meant to make it that I have to get a job or else...
That I have to be more mature and less reckless.
That I have to stop giving away all my stuff.
But you know, I plan to get a job anyway, those who don't think I can, can go sit on some nice red hot pokers and wiggle a little, what bastards they are! I want to work about as much as the average person doesn't! :P
I'll never be more mature, I've fought to be for so long and it just makes me miserable! Utterly miserable!!! So I'll let the pretentious snub my ass (It keeps them smiling), and enjoy the company of like minded tolerant folk who deserve to be entirely adored!
And as to giving away my stuff? Why not? Others appreciate it and I haven't a sentimental bone in my body anymore, they're welcome to it!
Have toothbrush, will travel!
So if I had to say I made a new years resolution then I can simply say I made it to be as happy as I could be in any given situation. My glass got knocked about in 2010 but hey you know what? At least it's still half full! (And doesn't have any ciggie butts floating in it or suspicious grease on the rim - way plus!)
And I have my own little goals. I want to work, I want to have purpose in my life, I want love - shite scared of it as I am, and I want good friends and maybe even, one day, a family. Small goals. Good goals.
Oh my word but 2011 is going to be IN-TER-RES-TING!!!
TAROT CARD OF THE DAY - 3 of wands
* What I think it means - I like that archer guy on it, he looks very decisive!
* What it really means - Aiming for the future. advice and support given and received. improvements in career, business, economics.
* It's influence - holy poop! Okay so my views on tarot cards is a wee bit jaded but I must admit, I'm liking this one awfully much! Bring on that future babe!
I meant to make it that I have to get a job or else...
That I have to be more mature and less reckless.
That I have to stop giving away all my stuff.
But you know, I plan to get a job anyway, those who don't think I can, can go sit on some nice red hot pokers and wiggle a little, what bastards they are! I want to work about as much as the average person doesn't! :P
I'll never be more mature, I've fought to be for so long and it just makes me miserable! Utterly miserable!!! So I'll let the pretentious snub my ass (It keeps them smiling), and enjoy the company of like minded tolerant folk who deserve to be entirely adored!
And as to giving away my stuff? Why not? Others appreciate it and I haven't a sentimental bone in my body anymore, they're welcome to it!
Have toothbrush, will travel!
So if I had to say I made a new years resolution then I can simply say I made it to be as happy as I could be in any given situation. My glass got knocked about in 2010 but hey you know what? At least it's still half full! (And doesn't have any ciggie butts floating in it or suspicious grease on the rim - way plus!)
And I have my own little goals. I want to work, I want to have purpose in my life, I want love - shite scared of it as I am, and I want good friends and maybe even, one day, a family. Small goals. Good goals.
Oh my word but 2011 is going to be IN-TER-RES-TING!!!
TAROT CARD OF THE DAY - 3 of wands
* What I think it means - I like that archer guy on it, he looks very decisive!
* What it really means - Aiming for the future. advice and support given and received. improvements in career, business, economics.
* It's influence - holy poop! Okay so my views on tarot cards is a wee bit jaded but I must admit, I'm liking this one awfully much! Bring on that future babe!
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