Floopily

IRC stuff

2009-04-16T13:47:45Z

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.

cat_eating_dawg @ 2009-03-26T14:25:00

2009-03-26T03:31:47Z

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.

Awake?

2009-03-02T16:16:25Z

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.

Some like to watch, I like to do. Just watch me.

2009-03-02T16:13:35Z

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.

If I don't, at least it's a thought.

2009-03-01T17:03:22Z

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.

Pieces of peace.

2009-02-28T14:37:31Z

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.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLI!!!!!!!

2009-02-13T01:26:34Z

:-) James xXx

Writer's Block: Half a Glass

2009-02-09T20:57:35Z

Do you consider yourself an optimist, a pessimist, or a realist?

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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.

Jealousy

2009-01-31T03:58:15Z

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.

Burgers

2009-01-23T04:22:24Z

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.

Today

2009-01-21T06:12:23Z

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.

Pictures and stuff

2008-09-21T10:35:50Z

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.

An up date raisin currant events.

2008-08-21T10:05:53Z

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 :-)

Rumours of my breath are greatly exaggerated...

2008-05-26T08:32:57Z

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 :-)

YES but this one is important because I might answer MMKAY...

2008-04-10T14:23:47Z

1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, a word etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favourite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you can post this in your LJ.

\o/

2008-04-04T03:35:14Z

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.

White Easter

2008-03-23T16:05:14Z

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.

Dad's hip part Z

2008-03-19T15:47:27Z

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?

These videos are too hip for me.

2008-03-18T16:58:58Z

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.

Trigger

2008-03-15T18:52:07Z

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.

Why I bought a wooden toilet seat:

2008-03-13T05:44:53Z

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

http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5jpMo5pdCnadyrY2ypTwfBfsPFxQwD8VC91U00

cat_eating_dawg @ 2008-03-13T02:47:00

2008-03-12T17:47:28Z

A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
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’.

as tagged by kittensoda

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.
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.
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.
The only formal qualification I have is as a signmaker.
My Blood Relation Aunt’s Mother in Law was Winston Churchill’s head servant.
My Dad’s best friend was a detective attached as a bodyguard to Princess (then lady) Diana before her wedding.
I can roll my tongue. It’s a genetic thing apparently.

I tag: aztex brenda82 cheekywench juliet_bravo marnielouise munchkin1981 megan03

Ricardo

2008-03-09T14:44:02Z

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.

RICARDO

Well blow me down, it's more dribble from me.

2008-03-08T17:04:51Z

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.

It's raining water. Ok, it's all your fault, this post is going pink.

2008-03-06T16:54:13Z

I love it that only one of of my friends wanted to make suggestions for pictures I should make for me to post here.

I love it that the only person that bothered had their tongue firmly in their cheek when they offered suggestions.

I love it that their suggestions actually made me make some effort to do something: it was an exercise to make me to do something. And get my friends to converse in a different way.

I hate it that no one else had any ideas.

3 loves and 1 hate isn’t a bad thing, but I would like no hates at all.