Hmmm...

I was reading someone’s profile page on facebook and it said, amongst the languages they spoke, they had the ability to speak ‘American English.’ I found that interesting. English, other than the odd vowels that some countries add or remove, is English. Despite the drawl or the twang, it’s still English. I’m an Aussie. I wouldn’t call it Australian English. Yes, we have our own form of slang that many can’t understand and we have a lovely, distinctive way of speaking but we still speak English. I find it interesting, in a world that while coming together faster and faster through distance and technology, we have people who hold fast to ideas like ‘American English’. Is it then separated into states and provinces?

Yes, keep your own culture and beliefs. They’re important, but if a large percent of the world’s population speak the same language labelling it as being something that it’s not makes me wonder at the thoughts, beliefs and actions of the labeller.

Blah magic...

So, I had been feeling pretty damn down lately due to various reasons I don’t want to go into. I was dragging my arse around and wondering the point of a lot of things and when I looked in the mirror all I could see was this dreadfully plain looking woman and that didn’t help. The plain thing
isn’t new. I’ve been plain for years and accepted that as a fact. It’s just when you’re feeling emotionally blah and crap, looking like Olive Oyl’s fat sister doesn’t help. Then I went to my regular hairdressing appointment today. And magic happened. No, it’s not the colouring, chemicals and cutting etc. It’s just dealing with professional people who understand that you want more out of who you are. You don’t have to explain stuff to them. They know why you’re there.

I feel better. Not great. But better. Feeling down? Don’t look to friends that you have to explain everything to especially when you can't. They’re probably never going to get it as they’re too close to you. Go to the hairdresser. They get it.

Suck it up...

I had a short talk to a wise, straight forward friend last night. It made me realize I need to go into suck-it-up mode and accept that I cannot always have stuff that I want. Blessed are the real friends who point out the obvious. We all need that.

Read one, read ‘em all…

So I had been reading this series from a well known best selling author. It’s a load of bollocks. Why? Because in all 6 books the heroine is exactly the same – in huge trouble, delicate like fine porcelain yet can fuck like a hooker and can tame terrible beasts just by touching them with a hand – you know, before the hooker thing. The hero is tortured, angst ridden, no one will ever understand him and he has a sexual appetite that would scare an elephant. The books are so bloody predictable that I cannot get more than half way through book 3. This begs the question…actually several. Do we buy these books because of the hype and are sucked in by advertising? Do women, predominantly, want to read the same story over and over because it is predictable and they don’t have to think about complex scenarios? Are we so desperate to read hot sex scenes that we’re not particularly worried about an actual plot? How they hell do these writers get away with it? Good luck that they do as they’re making money and I cannot disrespect that. But seriously? Are we that brain dead as readers that we don’t care anymore? Just slap a best seller banner on the front and have 6 stories in a row where either a misunderstood, loner heroine or a gay man, in desperate trouble, is going to be protected from the local bullies and shagged senseless by 5 interchangeable cowboys/shapeshifters/vampires who ‘know what’s best for her/him.’

We seem to have lost the plot.

Head job...

So there’s this manager type person at work who wants to get inside my head. Why? Probably some psychological bullshit to justify his existence in the office and point me out as odd and unusual – I am – and to make himself seem normal when in reality he wants to sit in a corner and suck his thumb because life scares him as he feels like he’ll never be good enough. See? I studied Psychology in University. I have a BA in it. What that means is I can dazzle people with technically Freudian penis envy type statements to leave them wondering about who they are, do they need a penis and what time does the bar open and “can I bring Noel, my duck?” That’s psychology for you. Make people believe they have a problem them slug them heaps of money to solve it. Noel is a good name for a duck…

Anyway…where was I? Oh yes – the head job person. I have explained to him that he is intruding in stuff that has nothing to do with him and that worlds could collide if he insisted on his course of action to understand me – better to back off and buy a duck called Noel.

Want to head job someone? Think down and leave the upstairs alone because no one has to explain themselves to you.

Nudie Run...

Mother-of-seven regrets going nude on Greyhound bus, which results in a good behaviour bond.

http://www.couriermail.com.au/news/queensland/mother-of-seven-regrets-going-nude-on-greyhound-bus-which-results-in-a-good-behaviour-bond/story-e6freoof-1226265846292?from=public_rss

I don’t understand nudie runs. Why? What for? Freedom? Self expression? Pissed as a newt? Nothing good ever comes of it.

And I absolutely do not understand cooking in the nude…talk about hair in food…yeeesh…

Goodliness…

....I’m in the pursuit of it at the moment. No, it doesn’t mean I’m going to shut up and not say what I think or not do what I want nor do actual work during work hours. Come on. Get real. Let’s not get crazy. All that would kill me. I’m trying to transform my Greco-Roman ruins body into a temple that doesn’t have doom in the title. To this end I’m running and eating fish. Lots of it...no, not fried...the fish that is...as for the running? I'm mainly frazzled and sweaty.

No, not preaching at anyone. I’m just an ordinary yet fantastically, amazing woman who is making some changes. Benefits of eating fish? Cows grin at you. Go on. Make a cow happy.