Floopily

Just wanted to see if anybody had an opinion on this. I frequent the most evil of chat systems, IRC, but that's not what I need to clear up.

Someone on there has this quit:

(Quit: Soldiers fight to stay alive. They fight to keep their friends (their fellow soldiers) alive. When they sacrifice their life, it is to save the life of a friend. R.I.P Signaller McCarthy, Cpl Hopkins and Sgt Till The RAA Will Not Forget You)

Just to be fair, he is in the Reserves. However, to be honest it irritates me slightly, for it's length and it's ideology.

Soldiers fight because they are ordered to. They fight to win a war. When they die it is because they have been shot, blown up, gassed, strangled or knifed. Their "fellow soldiers" of senior rank have put them in that position, such people I would not count as friends.

That's what I think, but it would be interesting to hear other thoughts.

I'm not a anally retentive recycler, but I agree with the general concept. I put the recycling in that bin and anything else goes into the normal bin.

However, I think when I go to Coles and buy loads of shopping, it would be nice if people didn't give me shit for not using the Hessian bags they sell, and using plastic bags.

You see...the large bags we use for the main bin in the kitchen and bathroom (that's RECYCLING you see) and the small blue bags are used in the toilets and for office garbage (that's RECYCLING you see).

BUT and this is a biggie, the bags they are using at Coles are getting crappier and crappier, thinner and thinner. So soon we will probably use the hessian bags. And buy bin bags, which is a waste of time (that's called NOT RECYCLING).

Oh, and if anybody can tell me what exactly the supermarkets in Perth do with the wheely bins you put your empty plastic bags into, I would like to know. You know the ones. They are for recycling.

HOW exactly do they recycle them? That's the burning question.

Peace and green thoughts kiddiewinks.

Yeah I sent it to all and sundry.

I guess I needed someone to talk to, but I always do. I just needed it more than ever then.

It was late, and sorry for the imposition.

If it was one at all.

Loud music is good.

But I have headphones because I am very alone right now and want to it to be personal.

It's lucky really I haven't a friend here that shares my musical tastes, to the detriment of the neighbours. Because I have enough angst and speaker power to make the fuzz descend.

Peace kiddies.

I think I should make a film, well not a film since that would be expensive and silly.

A video of a song I have in my collection, A Saucerful of Secrets.

It's clear to me now that the dark and nasty Perth darkness might have inspiration to do such a thing. It could be done in Sydney however. It's just the inspiration comes from looking out and seeing the darkness here.

Perhaps not the right place, but I was visited by beings in my hometown of Chester in the UK. They left when I got nasty with them. Silly me.

Silly them for dragging me into the local playing fields and filling my ears with noise. And making me afraid. Oh well.

Silly them, silly me.

Glad I am safe here.

James xXx.

There is nothing so lonely as a person that needs to talk to someone, anyone, not just type to them, but TALK to them.

But we cannot always get what we want.

Meanwhile, everything here is going to shit. I can't wait to leave Perth, but I can't go just yet. There is things to sort, people to tell things to and then...I can leave with a clear conscience.

I hate the situations here, I hate the nasty horrible things that I can see happening, I hate the bubbling disaster that is brewing just below the surface.

But if I stay and see it through it will destroy me, so I must leave.

I just hope that the mess I see now is not going to follow me across the continent.

For if it does, I will be done for. I cannot handle that, I will act in accordance with my base instincts and probably alienate my family to absolve myself.

Peace kiddies, and find peace.

James xXx.

:-) James xXx

Ok I normally think these writers' block (or writer's block) things are a bit stoopid. But this one is not so bad, and I feel like a bit of a drone today, so let's drone.

Optimistic

I generally see myself as optimistic.

It's not that often I have a sense of dread as I open up the cat food and marvel at the sharp edge's proximity to a major blood vessel. When I wander down the street I don't generally count the ways I could die horribly on the way to the shops. I rarely look suspiciously at walls as I pass to gauge their likelihood of collapsing on me. It's a remote probability that I get my knickers in a twist if I come across a youth cleaning his nails with a hunting knife at the bus stop. When people come to the door with balaclavas and machetes I very seldom get the quivering shakes. If a car collides with the house and puts me in hospital with multiple injuries I think I would be hard pressed to find fault with my day.

I always like to use the adage "don't sweat the small stuff".

I think all in all I am fairly optimistic.

Pessimistic

This always happens to me.

After hunting under the sofa, in the bed, in all pockets of laundry, under the house, in the car, under the car, under the bed, in the washing machine and inside the dryer I have just enough money for a packet of smokes.  I count the money three times in three different numerical bases and backwards for luck.  Then I go to the shops , after carefully placing the money in a jar and labeling the jar (so I remember what I went down for).  The smokes cost $8.00.  The amount I have is $8.00. 

The amount I pour out the jar in a massive pile whilst the checkout babe glares at me is $7.95.

This always happens to me.

I think all in all I am a pessimist.

Realist

What goes up must come down.  What goes in must come out.  What shakes it all about must shake it all about.  What does the Hokey Cokey and turns it all about must do the Hokey Cokey and turn it all about.

That's what it's all about.

I think all in all I am a realist.
 

It’s not nice really.

It festers and makes it’s presence felt too late normally, it bemuses me and also denies me the time to make good the misunderstandings.

I don’t know how to heal the damage erroneous suppositions have done.

But I do know it’s not true.

Whatever you may think.

Oh well.

I was talking to a dozey bastard today who assured me that Hungry Jacks staff get fairly highly remunerated at Brisbane and Sydney Airports.

I suggested, in the politest possible way, that he was full of dynamic lifter, but he maintained that they get a Burger King’s ransom for flipping burgers on Commonwealth land.

Apparently, according to this fine specimen of intelligence, it seems the base wage for this intellectual tour de force that is microwaving soggy buns is:

$28.00 an hour.

Quick sticks any of you that earn less than that, your country and people who gorge on nutritionally devoid food need you.

If anyone feels that I have it arse about face, I would like to know.

But I think the base wage is somewhere around the $15.00 mark, with possible penalties for shift work.

Peace kiddies.

Well it's been a while, so I may as well post something.

I am constantly amazed at how long people can drone on about their misfortunes and still claim to be unaffected by them. I suppose it's a bit like being born and sheltered for a great many years, then being let out onto the world.

Oh well, poor souls.

Hope I don't engender that much pity from my peers, but perhaps I do.

Bai kiddies.

Well firstly a big get rooted to the tailgater who then cut Janet off and proceeded to tell me he would bash me (I wasn't driving) then tried to rip the wind mirror off as he roared off raving and drooling.

Knob.

Now some piccies.

Missy the cat, being evil:




This is Cabbage Tree Bay: daft name but it's a nice spot.

( Warning: this pic is very wide and about 450kb.... )

Wow, been yonks since I even looked at LJ.

Not that I didn't want to, I was busy doing stuff you see.

Firstly, still living in NSW. It's been a bumpy ride, but I prevailed as always.
Secondly, still sick, too sick to work anyway. But not doing too badly under the circumstances.
Thirdly, I now am sharing a car here with my roomie, which is good.

I live at the moment with a good friend of mine Janet, her daughter and two boarders.

One of the boarders lives in the converted garage, so I only see him when he needs to use the shower, or dribble shit for hours. He sometimes dribbles shit for hours, but I have learnt how to get around that by putting headphones on, typing on the computer and crunching loudly on rice crackers whilst looking the other way. He is from New Zealand, but I don't hold that against him. He is a bit annoying however, he talks about things like he knows all about them, when it is patently obvious he is full of it.

Janet is a nice person. Only problem at the moment is she has sciatica, which is caused by a bulging disc in her back. So for the last few months she has been on her back, in the lounge with the lead piping. Erm. No lead piping, just a lot of pain. Thank god for strong pain relief and Valium. It helps me enormously.

Janet's daughter is sometimes, but sometimes she can be a nightmare. Basically, very small petty things seem to send her into a terrible two's temper tantrum. Which is OK, but she was 2 years old about 28 years ago. I have had a few set tos with her, mainly when she was screaming about what a cunt her mum was. She thought it wasn't my place to tell her to tone it down somewhat. I guess some people are prone to fits of rages, but this is the most stark I have seen.

The other boarder is not here that much, he works a few days then disappears to his Mums or his girlfriends for days. He is pretty quiet except when he walks, he stomps especially when he is very stoned, or he has just woken up or at any other time.


Yep. I am still sick. But Janet understands somewhat, and she can see I am trying my best. After all, at this stage I am cooking, washing and cleaning for her until she gets better. This means that some days I sleep a lot. Or am too sore to do much except stare balefully at the idiot box in the lounge, or guzzle a lot of Cola and dream about actually seeing some of the Central Coast.

Meanwhile, leaving Planet Pathos for a second, things ARE looking fairly good for me at this stage.

As I hope it is for everyone else :-)

Well here I am in sunny Sydney. Well, sunny NSW anyway, when it isn’t raining or night.

I have made a fairly large life decision to stay here for the time being, which wasn’t taken lightly. However, I do think it’s the right thing to do.

I have been having a really great time here, and things are going well enough for me to confirm to myself I have made the right move.

Haven’t really much to add since I am trying to keep a reasonably low profile at the moment.

Peace kiddies :-)

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Doctor Who is on again this weekend! I think a bit of wee just came out I was so excited!

I am the designated transport coordinator for the worst backseat driver in the world. Yes my dad.

Still it's not bad, took him to the doctor's today so they could poke his scar and redress it. The physio has said that because he has walked a certain way for years, he will have to retrain his walking style now his hip has been replaced. The method of doing this is to walk like he has a credit card stuck between his bumcheeks.

So the next time he visits hospital might be to get the nearest proctologist to retrieve his VISA Gold Card. Or, since he is one for overdoing things in order to recover, the atom thin gold leaf paper he reckons he is aiming for.

I am not doing so badly at the moment, a bit tired but nothing serious. Had a bit of a cold for a few days, it wasn't nice to wake up with sinuses that felt like they were the size of grapefruit, but now it's better.

Peace kiddliwinks.

Apparently it’s been snowing in England. Here’s a page of some pics from the BBC website...global warming my bottom.

In other nudes, my Dad gets out of hospital later this Morning, which is pretty speedy for hip replacement. So far he has spent 5 days there, but he is now well enough to leave. He probably could have today, but his Surgeon didn’t arrive by the 10am deadline for discharges.

Busy day, saw the rest of my dysfunctional family for Easter Sunday, which was great with one emo niece, one attention seeking nephew, a new baby and a sister that looks a bit peaky. My sister rang Dad up and asked if he wouldn’t mind if she didn’t come in. According to her, he said he was glad she wasn’t. She was a bit upset about that.

Well she really should have gone in, even for a few minutes, so I guess she deserved that one. We were not sure at that stage when Dad was coming out, so it might have been nice.

Mind you she did look like shit, I think she might be playing up again. I hope not. It’s bad enough that Mum has to nurse Dad at this stage without putting up with a relapsed junkie with 3 pre-teen kids.

Well I didn’t sleep the night before last, and I most certainly didn’t sleep last night. Hopefully tonight’s the night before I start getting delusions of psychedelia.

10:45am this morning I took Dad to the hospital with the crutches and various stuff he will need in the hospital. He was due in surgery around 2:30pm, but he needed to be there then and wanted me to bugger off. So I went home, basically chain drank Coke Zero and smoked half a lung trying to be patient. Dad was being patient also, waiting as one does to be sliced and diced.

5:00pm and I had bitten down to the left knuckle on three fingers and developed a need for an iron lung. I decided that it was a good idea to call the hospital using the number I was given. Some bright spark answered cautiously, “Hello?” and I thought, oh bugger and shit wrong number. Being an optimist I asked her who she was.

“Oh, I am Natasha, I am a Trainee Nurse.” I guess they left Phone Usage 101 out of her course schedule. In her defence this was the direct line to Dad’s room, so a phone going off in a newly prepared room could be disconcerting.

The surgeon was running late, apparently, so I was to call back when he had finished the 18th hole and was actually beyond the scrubs section of the procedure. In fact when he had finished the final suture and zipped Dad’s leg back up. So at least a few hours.

7:00pm. Nope, still under the knife, bolting the metal to the leg pedal.

8:00pm. All done. “He is being wheeled out now.” As I hung up the phone, I thought it might have been prudent to ask if he was being wheeled upstairs, or down. I know nurses have a sick sense of reality at times, but anyway.

8:30pm. Dad rings. All is well, although he sounds like he has been out on the turps. Bit drowsy. So tomorrow I go visit him in the evening shortly before he beats off any visitors with his crutches no doubt. Dad likes to suffer in peace. Bet the readers of my journal wish that I did too. Suffer in pieces anyway.

But where’s the fun in that, hey kids?

Dad got a call from his specialist today wondering whether he would like to awake during his hip replacement surgery.

He said Fuck No.

I think I might of had the same opinion.  I'd rather not watch that being done on me.

Videos are of actual surgical procedures, no Aliens were harmed during the making of those videos.

Peace kiddies.

I could sing Alex LLoyd's Trigger till I turn blue.

The Neighbours hate me, but I have been singing it ever since I dropped my housemate off and it made me feel better.

So I don’t end up like this if I ever get stuck into War and Peace while going to the dunny.

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B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag ‘whoever wants to do it’.

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1. I sometimes go days without sleep without the aid of anything specific (i.e. I am not high on wizz or anything), although I do drink Coke Zero a lot.
2. I always read on the toilet even when it’s just for a wee, hence I sit down like a girl. I have a wooden toilet seat for comfort and so I can walk upon leaving the lavatory.
3. I got my first computer at the age of 6. It was a Commodore PET, with built in black and white screen, 4kilobytes of memory and a cassette drive for storing programs.
4. The only formal qualification I have is as a signmaker.
5. My Blood Relation Aunt’s Mother in Law was Winston Churchill’s head servant.
6. My Dad’s best friend was a detective attached as a bodyguard to Princess (then lady) Diana before her wedding.
7. I can roll my tongue. It’s a genetic thing apparently.

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Here is a small pic of Ricardo since other people seem to be posting baby pics.

I know, it may appear that I have a soft squishy core at the heart of my cynical, innuendo prone nature, but this is only an aberration. It won’t happen again and it will be back to pictures of cats and me again soon I promise, along with plenty of dick, fart and boob jokes.

Yes, I finally caved and got a copy of Vista for my PC. It was because of my Linux fascination that when I went to install ADSL for my sister on her brand spanking new lappy it took me a while to find where things were.

Gone was logic and intuitive thought: instead windows faded in, out and shook all about. Things were hidden under gloss and IKEA coloured borders. But it didn’t take me long to figure out how to work it BECAUSE I AM THAT GOOD. So now my Sister has the joys of the Internet if she can prise my 12 year old niece off Facebook and MSN.

Don’t fear though, I have my trusty Ubuntu Linux on another hard drive so I can escape the evil that is Micro$oft whenever I need a break from Legoland desktop themes. I think I will go to the library and see if they have a copy of “Vista for people that are not Idiots, but hate Bill Gates”.

It gave me a performance score on first booting up too. 2.0 out of 6.0 or something. Ubuntu never bummed me out in this fashion.

Peace kiddliwinks.

Is it wrong to want to have a portable fan while I sit here outside under the veranda? I want to smoke and do internetty things simultaneously. Smoking not allowed inside, and anyway it’s still cooler out. I’ll ponder that, the neighbours already think I am mental so I guess there’s not much stopping me. Except I think I will probably just take off my t-shirt and frighten the passing pedestrians.

Dad’s getting a hip replacement just before Easter. Not the entire hip, just one side. The surgeon explained that he would also make his right leg the correct length since it has been 2 inches shorter for most of his life.
( More about hippies )

Mum always said when Dad used to go away on extended business trips that things tended to break. I mean this was in the terrible times before mobile phones, 10 flavours of tinned ham and recycling bins. For example: the sewers would bank up, the hot water would pack it in or a load bearing wall would collapse in our house. It was beyond Murphy’s law, it just happened.

As Dad was a Do-it-yourselfer I had some vague suspicions of sabotage, I could well imagine him pouring some self expanding foam down the dunny just before his taxi arrived destined for the airport. It would have proven his infinite usefulness and our own failure to cope without him.

( Please sir, I want some more... )

Heya kiddies. Long time no see.

I took time off to be boring and not involve myself with this journal. There was no reason, except I found I had nothing to say due to an overload of things happening. This resulted in my being all bummed out. That’s not a euphemism for a poofter with a sore backside, it was just I had no impetus to type anything other than a few replies to LJ entries, a great many replies to a anorak forum on ISPs and trying to install Linux on a 7 year old laptop that now runs like a camel from an Afghan fertility dance.

This is a few things that have happened so I can touch on them at my leisure:

1) My sister had another child, called Ricardo, not so long ago.
2) My Dad is getting hip replacement surgery.
3) had a major attack of the happies in the last week, which meant I didn’t sleep for about 10 days and a combination of booze, drugs and cheese slices didn’t do shit. I eventually passed out, woke up and was alright. But more later....
4) I have learnt that my new computer, with the right software, can make a compressed XVID compatible file at the rate of 30 minutes to 100 minutes of DVD time.

There is more. Perhaps I will elaborate, but maybe I will do it one point at a time so I can focus. I remember a time when I had to be alone for a few months from my “friends”, this was in the ‘80s, I found them making stories about my heroin addiction and how fucked up I was. Which was news to me. I think I should have rode that wave because it made me a champion amongst my peers, but I found myself more wanting to pee on them than continue to have them as peers.

Such is life.

Peace kiddies :-)

I think, realistically, and without a shadow of a doubt: this was the briefest family get together.

It's a bit sad really.

Peace to the rest of you, hope you survived unscathed.

I can't think that there is more to say without getting emotive.

And we wouldn't want that.

I don't believe that I spent a week trying to get Supernatural Series 2 on DVD for my niece...but I do believe that I just did it.

I think I deserve a medal, or at least something to take my mind off my dreams.

Peace all. :-)

And have a great Christmas whether you believe or not! That's an order! From Me!

Enjoy :-D

Today I scattered the ashes of my dog into Star Swamp.

She loved that place. I might document how I did that tomorrow, because as it was it was a comedy of ignorance.

But rest assured, my best and only dog was scattered in the place she loved the best.

I don't know what else to say but I miss my Jessica Doggies.

I saw her die. But more important:

I saw her LIVE.

Peace kiddies :-)

Today was the big day. The end of 4 weeks of pain and suffering for everyone around me.

Yes, I had my rotten wisdom tooth out at last.

I pretty much went in on time, they don't tend to stuff around at the Pauper dentists.

The Dentist I saw was not happy with my wisdom tooth. I wasn't thrilled about it, but he was not happy. He told me that since it was so close to a large nerve that I might lose feeling in that side of my face, a good part of my tongue and probably have drooling diction similar to The Elephant Man. (That last bit I made up).

Anyhoo, I had to sign a waiver in case Novocaine sent me into convulsions and I died. Then came the tricky bit.

The reason the dentist was not happy with my wisdom tooth was to do with the amount of work that he considered was needed. You see, half of it had crumbled away and there wasn't much to grab a hold of. So they arced up the mini-cutters and tested them (as they do) just to make me poo my pants a bit.

But first it was time for him to inject some shit (man) into my head to make it all yummy numby. I started talking like the teacher from South Park with the puppet, he squirted so much in.

Then his assistant held my drooping mouth open and held a little mirror. And then he grabbed it with a tool and it came out like a carrot out of a garden bed.

I dunno who was more surprised, me or him.

THE FUCKERS DIDN'T LET ME KEEP IT.

Biological waste my arse, it's been in my head for decades FFS.

Anyway, no pain now (except a slight throb) and I might eat tomorrow.

Peace kiddies.

Something someone said recently as a reply to a comment made me re-evaluate why I have certain people on my LJ friends list. After all I have very few friends only entries, so it's more a question of them being listed when I hit the "Friends" button.

It is the case that I perhaps have had some people on my lists in the hope that old real life friendships might be rekindled, but I don't honestly know if I should pursue what is becoming more and more obviously a folly. I think really that it's possibly best if I concentrate on newer and more socially productive friendships than dwell on the past, which to my mind is too scarred with selfish acts on my part to ever have a hope of recovery.

I was going to make custom lists, but I honestly couldn't be bothered so I just deleted friends from my list. It just means I don't have to trawl through people's LJs that have ceased to be relevant to me, that have made it clear that my relevance to them has ended or that basically haven't written anything visible to me for a long time.

After all, my LJ is very much a sybaritic endeavour, with reading other people's journals secondary to making sure I get down my own feelings and thoughts. I think I have forgotten about my resolve to use LJ for that function, so I will try in future to concentrate more on my own business and leave others to their own devices.

Yes it hurts. It hurts when a tooth splits and starts to cause pain because of an infection.

The treatment is antibiotics. The treatment is a visit to the dentist, which was always on the cards, but as a Male I put it off. But I bit the bullet, mainly due to the pain, and now I am booked in to get a wisdom tooth removed by extraction. I assume this means I will pull one way, the dentist will pull another way and our joint effort will result in the tooth being removed from my mouth. Much blood and pain will result.

I vaguely recall that a big no-no after such a procedure is no smoking. I suppose I should think about stocking up on patches and cattle prods in the mean time. I have until 4th December 2007 (A Tuesday) to prepare this.

Another consideration is antibiotics for a period of 5 days before the Big Event. I have already done this, but just yesterday my gums have started to chuck a big fat, engorge themselves with pus and all sorts of nasties, so maybe I will start the course tomorrow. There is no pain as such, but I think a burstage might be imminent. I don't like the prospect of my gums exploding, a cascade of blood spewing out my mouth is not a good look.

In other news, my sister is just about to burst herself, but only from her vagina. I will have another niece/nephew...it isn't quite certain what the sex of the child will be. A handy hand over the genitals during the ultrasound and a possible uncertainty from the learned professionals at said ultrasound makes determination of the sex of the baby inconclusive.

So much for decades of research in that field. My faith in medical science is dubious.

SO wish me luck on the 4th of December. I will hopefully keep the tooth and post a pic of it here. That way any of you that need a purgative for accidental poisoning will have something to go with.

Peace kiddies :-)

( X-Ray of my teeth. )

Jeez I love all the many experiences I have ever been witness too.

The sum total of them are not so impressive. But I am sure what I have processed through my senses would be enough for a lifetime.   Many lifetimes perhaps. Or one short happy life.

The biggest thing is: is this IT is there no MORE. Domestic dross is one form of that. Or Domestic terror, at being trapped in a partners' ideological hard-line. The men go to work. The women go to work. The men want to unwind. The women comply in the presence of the many brood, They want attention, but Dad will not see any of the weakest. Only the strongest.

Some families are really proactive. They choose the psychology of equality. They let the children play with dolls and action man, there is no discrimination. They will then have sessions to discuss death, fighting, sexual stereotypes and the children will be baffled, choosing to spit small chewed papaer pellets along a school issue pen barrel.

I could go on. But I have in my time seen so many facetious statement about why couplings do not take place, and so may couplings that should never have taken place....on threat of battery, misery, sadness and death.

I wish I could, for one, meet someone who isn't a going to mind fuck me, isn't going to alienate me from all me acquaintances: and most of all isn't going to put me in a position so I feel homicidal.

Still, I am single, It can only happen from now on.

Nasty.

YES I can stab at some hearts, but normally people deal. Apparently I have to wear the kid gloves....let's erm...CLEAN.

NO.

Let's not and just pretend we did. Glass making is a hobby, not a lifestyle. I will not tread around a crystal 'cos they are yours.

They aren't nice, which is fine because I am not in your Inner Circle, but they seem almost spiteful. In fact I am sure they are.

You can say "Fuck You James" all you want, but that remains.

That's not good.

In fact it's shite. I know how to clean that up however. How about you get on with your faux life and let the adults pick up the pieces of the channel you ruined?

Good job I didn't befriend you IRL, or I would be over there now smacking you upside your head.

The first significant other who gives you mutual attention isn't worth your disappearing assets. And I feel they are.

Sif you listen to anyone anyway.

Peace.

It never rains but it pours.

For some time now the safety switch (not the circuit breaker) has been tripping.

Dad just assumed there were too many devices on the same circuit, but it appears that a circuit breaker has become closed circuited or is leaking current.  In effect, it is a "random fault" or some other term which I am sure I will hear if I have to get a sparky out.

Upshot of it was I wanted to find out the fault because I want to go to sleep, and don't want to wake up to the house in flames.  Not with me in it, or the cat.  Or at all for that matter, it's a bit damp outside at the moment.

Mum always used to say these things waited until Dad went away, but I never paid but attention to such superstitions.

Anyhow I think it's fixed now, although I have judiciously decided that since the meterbox is down one circuit breaker for power that the TV, video, DVD players and foxtel will have to be off until I can replace the offending breaker tomorrow.  The lights are independent (at least THIS sparky got it right not like the one at Elli's who seemed to wire things up willy nilly).

I don;t know how I will cope without these things which I never use.  But the computer works :P

Peace kiddies. 

 Rumours of my mangled arm are greatly exaggerated.

I have not been in a car crash.  I have not driven in two days.

I think that clears up anything that might be doubtful in people's mind.

Peace all.

I am watching Ghosts of Mars again. It is good.

Here’s a pic of a card that I got in a ciggie packet today. I thought I might share...the fags are longer than the usual so therein lies the joke. I thought it was worthy so I will share:

Seeing as it’s cold, I can’t sleep and a nice cup of well brewed tea is at my disposal I thought I would have a bit of a drone on about various things.

There’s a few factors involved in my action or inaction in this stage of my life. These are, in no particular order unless I can be bothered putting them into a particular order:

Procrastination

Putting off stuff is great. If there is a week to do things, why worry about it until the night before? That way insomnia isn’t caused by worrying until the 11th hour. It’s all good, and the insomnia can be used to prepare for the inevitable. Who cares if a rent inspection is completed over an entire catering pack of coffee and heart palpitations? It’s all good. Except raking leaves at 3am isn’t endearing to neighbours. But they are asshats so it matters not.

Depression

This is what happens if one pushes ones thumb into soft cheese. The cheese becomes depressed. It’s also a state of mind not necessarily due to outside influence. It affects a majority of people at some point (I would go out on a limb and say all, but it would be a thick branch I would go out on). It can be debilitating to the point where the will to leave ones bed is not there. True depression in fact is so bad that suicidal ideations might be present, but there is no motivation to carry them out. It can be so bad there is almost a catatonic state.

Mania

This is fun. It’s like someone spiked one’s Corn Flakes. Appetite is low, motor mouth is high and in extreme cases so is risk taking. But mostly it’s just an attack of the happies for as good a reason as the depressed get an attack of the doldrums.

Supreme tiredness

This is a good one. It happens sometimes after a sudden impulse of energy. Things get done, but instead of endorphins doing their thingy, the body has a sulk and produces a tad too much lactic acid. Sleep may follow, but often it’s just tiredness that can last for a few days. Without a proper amount of exercise to tire the body ready for good quality sleep there may be insomnia. Drugs are good for that, but drug-free sleep would be preferable if it were possible.

Sudden impulses of energy

They happen.

Lawn mowing

I love lawn mowing. It’s fun. A freshly mowed lawn is brilliant to look at, until a dog shits on it or some tradie decides to do his own lawn mowing using a utility.

Hoovering

Hoovering is pretty groovy too. We have a Dyson, you can see all the hairs and dust in the chamber. It’s joy.

I have decided to ditch Facebook. It is nothing other than a waste of time. In fact I fail to see the point in the constant barrage of “applications” that are thrust at me every time I wish to interact with people. The actual quizzes appear to be puerile anyhow, I cannot get enthused about them.

I am also concerned about the security aspect of the entire thing: there is too many opportunities to accidentally give away too much personal information. The constant nagging to provide more and more info on personal matters makes me angry and suspicious.

Regardless, I am staying on MySpace since I can see the point of that, and also LJ.

James MySpace

Peace Kiddies.

I got bored today, because I am feeling much better, so I was organising all my photos on the computer.
In a fit of nepotism I have put loads of pictures of me on the slideshow thingie.
So if you need a good purge, or are interested as to how Mother Nature could get it so wrong, go see.
Horrible...

Oh noes! Heh. Same thing happened in the alley beside the Macca’s I worked at years ago. We got the forklift and got him going again.

Unfortunately his exhaust sounded like a Harley after that, but at least he was mobile. No chance of sneaking up on the Crims though.

Peace kiddies. xXx