Archive for May, 2007

Bigpond sucks

I need to change the songs on my MP3 player (aka my mobile). I’m skipping more songs than usual because they’re just overplayed (my own personal playlist has become almost as bad as Nova or Triple M, as far as repeating the same songs over and over goes). I know that when I put new songs on, for a little while I will feel a little forlorn over the loss of familiarity of the previous song choices. It’s bittersweet, the changing of songs.

In other uninteresting news, my internet is still going ridiculously slow. So much for high-speed cable! So much for paying extra for it, for that matter. I’m going to call up and lodge a complaint. Or maybe write a letter. If you write a letter of complaint, a company is more likely to take notice. I think because it’s very deliberate. It’s tough to write a letter in the heat of the moment. You’ve then got to put it in an envelope, find the address of the complaints department, put a stamp on it, and take it to the mail box. It’s much more deliberate, and if you’re that irritated by something, you’re more likely to go and tell friends, family, ANYONE about your bad experience. That’s bad PR, because personal opinion is a really good way of getting new customers. I’m surprised advertising companies haven’t infiltrated this virtually untapped goldmine. Oh but maybe they have… I know quite a few people who always seem to be cashed up, but always have new things which they’re raving about. You know who you are!!!

Bigpond, just a little note for you – YOU SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!

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My imagination is a better runner than me.

Tim is back! Yay! It’s so good he’s back in the country, and I can see him and hug him whenever I like (which is often!). He’s been really tired today, which is to be expected when you’ve just stepped off a 25 hour flight and been awake for another six hours before that. I really hate being overtired. When we were in Dublin, we decided that instead of paying for a night at a hostel (about 16 Euro) we would explore the city and go shopping etc for the entire night. So, after having gotten up early that morning to catch the train from Greystones to Dublin, we proceeded to remain awake and active for the next 31 or so hours, the end of which saw us back home in Reading, after an exhausting flight from Dublin to London. The flight was the worst part because I felt like I was on drugs. I’d drift in and out of sleep, and awareness of my surroundings. It was like when you see one of those videos of a baby animal that’s just about to fall asleep and it’s lolling all over the place, and at the last minute its head will snap back to some semblance of alertness. These videos give me anxiety because I know that feeling all too well. You could probably be found selling your soul to be back in your own bed, buried under the covers and with no chance of interruption or annoyance until you’d had at least 12 hours solid sleep.

I have been playing Zelda for a couple of hours. I got a sword and now I’m freaked out by the monsters that keep sneaking up behind me. I loved being in the village for the prologue, doing a bit of fishing and calling eagles with those reeds. I know that was just to get people used to the game, but I really prefer the whole problem solving thing to this slash everything in sight kinda thing.

Also, I’ve been trying this afternoon to keep Tim awake. He had a nap from about 1:30PM – 3:15PM, but that was all I would let him have because now he’s gone to sleep at 8:30, it’s going to be a bit easier for him to get back into his normal biological rhythm of things.

Anyway, speaking of sleep (however indirectly), I’m almost there so I’m going to go hang out with Tim in dreamland.

Night everyone!

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People laugh when I say that I think a jellyfish is one of the most beautiful things in the world. What they don’t understand is, I mean a jellyfish with long, blonde hair.

Did anyone else notice that the Shorncliffe Train became the Ferny Grove Train yesterday, without warning or provocation? At Milton it was all “yeah baby, I’m going all the way… to Shorncliffe”. Then, when it got to Roma Street, the train voice decided, “The train arriving on platform three is the Ferny Grove Train, stopping all stations. Please wait behind the yellow safety line until the train has stopped.” But still, I thought I was imagining that this transformation had taken place. I thought that it might just be my overactive imagination playing tricks on me. But it wasn’t my mind, it was real. So there.

Anyway, I should probably go to bed. I’m going to get up early in the morning to go pick Tim up from the airport (from day aie-paaaht, aie-paaaaht!” does anyone else remember that ad? GOSH). Yay!

Napnap’s my favourite animal.

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Tired!!!

Chris: How is your lump going cass?

Cass: My lump is lovely, they all love this lump

Chris: I agree. Mine has become bigger. Do you know anyone who owns a sun?

Cass: Yes, my friend jesus is the sun of god

Chris: So god is your answer?

Cass: Yes, but since god is everyone, everyone is my answer.

Chris: Yes, and everything is everything. Therefore the answer is anything. Or for some, nothing.

Cass: Poopsicle

Chris: Matt groening

Cass: In the beginning there was nothing, so does that mean we’re all just beginning? Starter party!

Chris: Lol. So therefore lifes a party?

Cass: That’s what your mum said

Chris: Lol. eat cake Bitch!

Chris: How is tim tim and nap nap?

Cass: They are both good! Tim tim gets home this Saturday! I’m psyched! Napnap plays the piano accordian and wins competitions and makes me proud.

Chris: Lmao. My baby is home all the time. He uses the stove quite well and takes me on walks to the shops and I am also proud.

Cass:
What do u do most of the time?

Chris: Attend meetings at sarina russo and wait to see what doon will do next and worry and sometimes plan and sometimes take action. What do you do most of the time?

Cass: I spend most of my time feeling warm and happy, except when it is too hot, then i spend time feeling cranky. I also sometimes download the internets. Don’t trust Sarina, she’s a robot in disguise.

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I was the one…

I’m pretty happy right now. You know one thing that could possibly improve on my happiness? If I had a pet rabbit in the same colours as Napoleon, and they kept each other company all day while I was at work, then when I got home they both greeted me at the door. That would be the epitome of awesomeness.

Here are some shiny things:

* Only four days until Tim gets back
* Pay day tomorrow
* Napoleon
* A rabbit the same colour scheme as Napoleon

I know that the last one is not something I actually have, but I just like imagining it.

This pay period I am not going to buy any clothings. I have far too many bills to pay! :( Maybe I will get a couple of pairs of tights (because it’s getting colder), but that’s it. My goal for this pay: to be good and stick to my budget! I’m pretty sure I can do it. It will be an interesting experiment. I think the main thing is to cook lunches for work, so that I’m not buying overpriced food that tastes like crap anyway. I did mean to do some sewing last weekend, but never got around to it. I won’t be doing it this weekend, that’s for sure. I wonder if I’ll get time during the week?

Hi Tim! I know you will have played at Glendalough by the time you read this. How was it? How is Ye Olde London Town? I always used to say “Ye” as in how it is spelled, until I read somewhere that in the olden days, Y was the symbol for “th” sound. Therefore, “Ye” is atually just “The”. I kind of liked “ye” better. It’s like how Conor used to speak on the net, “how ar’ ye!?” and it made me think of the sea captain from the Simpsons (arrr, ’tis a shame that).

I feel like going to the movies. Anyone wanna go see a movie? Or something? Or maybe I should use this extra time to do some sewing. I have a few things that need mending.

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Berlin, I love you (or, I heart Berlin)

For sooth! The precipitation hath foiled our intent for an excursion of merriment and mirth in the parklands of Roma Street! That’s okay, because we’ll just to go Russell & Glynis’ house for lunch.

Tonight I’m going to cook things for us to have at Krity’s birthday lunch tomorrow. I’ll need to go grocery shopping some time today. And also, I will be speaking to Tim tonight (yay!) so I want to make sure I am home for that. I have been far lazier this weekend than I intended, but I’ve done some laundry, changed the bed linen, and tidied things up a bit. Last week I remembered to buy more coathangers, so I was finally able to put all of my clothes away. I’m so domesticated! I wish I had more things to iron – that’s my favourite of all household chores.

We might have gone to the movies this weekend, but I had my movie fix from watcing fullmetal jacket (which I hadn’t seen before). It was good.

I don’t like the second scar on my wrist (on the underneath side). The first one, on top, healed up so well. But the other one still looks stupid. I suppose because the skin is paler there it’s going to be more obvious, but also, scars formed from where the stitches were, so the whole thing looks like a big row of divide-by signs (not the forward slash ones, the ones which are a little horizontal line with a dot on either side). But I guess that’s what you get for being a daredevil! NB. for those joining the story now – I did not slash my wrists. GOSH. What do you think I am? Some kind of depressed, suicidal person? I’m so not even going there right now.

Here are some video games:

Chip's Challenge Chip’s Challenge. I first played this on a computer that we got second-hand from the Catholic Education Committee (my mum was the representative for our region). This is a puzzle game. You are chip, a little blonde person in blue overalls, and you have to figure out the puzzle in order to get all the chips and step into a vortex which takes you to the next level. I ruined it for myself by looking up the passwords to the levels on the internet (when the internet became available in Wooloweyah).

Dangerous DaveDangerous Dave. This was another game from back in the days of Windows for Workgroups (3.1 or something). Not run through Windows, but through a separate start-up screen from which you could access other functions and applications. Basically (for anyone who doesn’t remember or has never played the game) you are Dave. You collect various jewels and pretty things, and you have to get a golden cup in order to go through the door and finish the level. There are bonus levels as well, with lots of jewels to collect if you can find the portal to them. Pretty exciting stuff.

Time to go get ready for Mother’s Day luncheon. More on this later! (maybe!)

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The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.

I have gone on a blog posting spree. I don’t feel well tonight, I have a killer headache and feel nauseous, plus my shoulders and neck are really tense. Boo fricken hoo, right?

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. We’re going on a picnic with Nathan’s family (minus Simone, of course, as she lives in Reading). Hi Napoleon! He just came in through my window. I bet he sits on my computer chair and goes to sleep in a circle shape.

Tim gets back next Saturday morning at 6:30. Mum is driving me out to the airport so that we can pick him up. I’m going to give him the biggest hug in the history of the world. He’ll be going to Glendalough either today or tomorrow, which is cool because Lauren, Noelle and I went there when we were in Ireland last year. It was freezing! I didn’t wear socks with my boots, because I’m an idiot, and my toes froze, and then the rest of me froze. We visited the monastic settlement, and had lunch by the big lake. I wrote my name in the frost on one of the picnic tables. Ireland is beautiful, one of my favourite places in the world.

I really don’t have that much to write about. The temperature is lovely tonight. J’adore quand il fait froid. I wish that it got cold enough to snow here. Even with the disgusting grey snow and slush that forms on the pathways, and the patches of slippery, refrozen ice, it’s still worth it. There’s still an almost magical quality to snow, for me. I’m sure that those who deal with snow all the time probably get tired of it, but in my mind it’s always pure and soft and cold and white and clean and makes the best sounds when you walk on it. A very satisfying “crnnnch” as the ice compacts beneath the soles of your shoes. And I still haven’t built a snowman! Very disappointing. Or had a real snowball fight for that matter.

Anyway, rather than stay up and have to take a panadol, I’m going to sleep.

Bon nuit!

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People I have celebrity crushes on

I am posting people that I have celebrity crushes on. I’m allowed.

Cillian Murphy Julian Casablancas Michael Weatherly Paul Banks Noel Fielding Link Richard Kahan

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We’re going to hell anyway, let’s travel first class

I recommend We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank, latest album by Modest Mouse. I was slow in getting into it, but that’s almost always the way with Modest Mouse music. Maybe with me and all music. Pfffft. Whatever. Anyway, I find the lyrics amusing and interesting – “These fit like clothes made out of wasps” is especially fun and graphic.

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You are allowed to make up your own mind, you know.

Although this is going to possibly be the laziest post ever (being that I didn’t actually write the content), it could also be the most intelligent and well-informed body of text to ever appear on this website. Unless Neil tells me more stories, in which case, get ready for more fun and existential crises! (I had an existential crisis yesterday walking home from the train. Then I felt happy for no reason, and it was good enough for me to be able to learn these things, deal with them, and just get on with life and be myself and exist.) I like existing.


Me: Something I don’t understand, and which you may be able to explain(…)– murdering is a sin, right? One of the big ones… however, in the Bible, God killed thousands and thousands of people, whereas Satan only killed maybe 10 or so. How does the concept of good vs. evil explain away that little oddity?

Neil: See it all depends on who is making the good vs evil claim. See GWB – he reckons the Iranians are “evil” and that “god” (as in the American notion of god) is about to return. 120 million Americans believe in the apocalypse (GWB is one of them). The book of revelation says that the “lakes will boil dry and fire will reign from the sky). Then “god” will turn up and save the believers. Ironically, those people who believe in this actually want climate change to continue because they see it as the first sign that the apocalypse is nigh!….

However, 7000 miles away in sunny Tehran, you’ve got a wee boy called Mahmud Ahmadinejad. He’s the president of Iran and GWB’s no 1 enemy. Iran is a theocratic state who believe in sharia law. They believe in their own version of the apocalypse. They also believe that America is the “great satan”. They believe that the 13th prophet – the hidden ummah – is destined to make a return soon (note they are also building a nuclear programme..not without coincidence – fire from the sky and all that!) and their enemies (no 1 is the US) will be defeated and the Iranian people will be triumphant.

All of this is fact, check it out on the web. Bush believes his god will help America prevail over the evil Iranians and Mahmud believes his ummah will help his boys prevail over the nasty US. So “good vs evil” statements are dependant on which side of the fence you are on.

Another US/Iran tension that has helped stoked the flames. Oil. The price of oil is indexed to US$. The Iranians (3rd? Largest oilfields in the world – Iraq is No 2 surprise, surprise) know this and threatened two-three years ago to switch the sale of their oil to Euros. Needless to say, the US was enraged. That switch has a destabilising effect on the US$ and the yanks know it. I think the Iranians switched to EU’s in March. Needless to say, the EU love it as it helps stabilise the Euro. And just to make it intriguing, the US – whose national debt is owned by????? The chinese !! – have been told in no uncertain terms by the chinese that an attack on Iran will force them to dump US debt which would destroy the States economically. Very smart those Chinese guys. In effect, they own the US through debt.


About GWB (Everything below taken from emails from Neil, with permission.)

Do you know that his “good ol texan drawl” is deliberate?. It makes him appeal to the uneducated/lesser well educated masses of which there are plenty in the States. Consider the following picture.

image001.jpgSociety is a hierarchy, yes?. The top triangle represents the elite, middle the middle classes/affluent etc and the bottom everyone else (lower classes/poor). If you wanted to win an election, which demographic do you need to pander to the most?. You certainly would like the elite because they have the finance and the clout and you need that to become president. More on the elite later. As you can see from the area under what I have called lower/poor, that represents the biggest area and one that is absolutely essential to win in order to get elected.

The best way to get the vote of the unquestioning, uneducated is through a campaign of fear. Nazi Germany went one better in convincing every tier of society that the Jews were the devil and need eliminated. I have an excellent book on this subject if you require further info. The best way to garner public support from the lower echelons of society is to galvanise them through fear so that they blame their ills on an ill-defined bogeyman. This trick has been played throughout time and it is a con. This is what is currently happening in the States. People who were dumbfounded when Bush got re-elected in 2004 have no reason to be. I saw the demographic figures for who voted where and GWB managed to convince exactly those people at the bottom of the pyramid to vote for him. He was never going to win a fight with the intelligentsia so he didn’t even pander to them – they typically vote democrat anyway. As for the bottom tier, they have been conned by the biggest Orwellian trick of all. Do you know that 40% of American’s don’t have a passport and have never even left their state, never mind their country. How can they possibly make informed decisions?

As for the elite. Dick Cheyney used to be the CEO of…..any guesses….Halliburton. Guess who now has just about every contract for the rebuilding of Iraq? – Got it in one. GWB used to be an oilman – well looks like US oil companies will do very well in terms of reaping the benefits of Iraqi oil. And the bigs arms companies in the US – some of which I have worked for – have done very very very well. War is good for business. I have seen presentations given where people stand up and make no bones that the Iraq war has been great for them and long may it continue. I tell people that GWB has done a brilliant job as president and if you hear me out, you may just accept I have a point. He has done an excellent job of paying back the elite who backed him – The Halliburtons, the oil companies etc. While he may go on record as saying “we can’t rely on the middle east for oil”, he is not being sincere. Look what has happened to oil prices as a result of the war – rocketed up to unprecedented highs. Well his friends in the oil industry are not unhappy about that, are they?. Bush knows that he won’t have to tackle the diminishing oil problem – someone else will get that problem once he’s out of office. But he has paid back those who backed him – and handsomely.


So that leads me to my existential crisis. If I keep thinking about everything I might just go crazy. There are things that are wrong in the world, but I’m not cut out to be an activist – unless I am 100% sure of something, believe in it 100%, I find it difficult not to be swayed by those who have a different perspective, and offer a reasonable argument and back it up with facts. Still, even then I will do my own research. If something catches my attention and interest, then it’s worth my time to investigate further.

How do we decide what’s good or bad? Is there any other way to categorise things than by comparing it to something else and seeing if it matches up? Good is only good because bad exists. We only know happiness from experiencing sadness, or ambivalence, so that we have something to compare the feeling to. I don’t think that the Garden of Eden would be paradise… not feeling pain or sadness might be a positive, until you look at the flipside of not knowing joy, and happiness.

An example – after Christian and I broke up, I was devastated. I was so down, I couldn’t imagine ever feeling happy again. Everything was difficult. It was hard just getting through a day of work, or being at home by myself. After I started to come back out of the grief, as my mood slowly elevated and the sun started shining again, the feeling of well-being was so strong that I literally felt like someone had injected me with a happiness drug. I couldn’t think of any reason that I should be happy. But it was there. It was one of the best feelings ever – like one of those flying dreams where you soar above everything, only I was awake (and obviously not literally flying). So anyway, I think that the acceptance that follows grief, when you’ve come to terms with a situation, and can feel good about life again, is one of the most amazing feelings. And if you hadn’t felt the sadness, how could you appreciate the good, when it eventually came along?

Reading over everything, things I didn’t know about the world and the way things work, the way people bask in their own ignorance and prefer it to stay that way, there’s no reason that in the aftermath of this awareness I should be happy at all. How can you feel happy when you are one step closer to the truth about the state of the world, and it sucks? So the pessimists were right? Why should optimism exist at all? Maybe optimism is just another word for naivete.

That said, I’m more aware of some things, come to terms with others, and I’m not angry at anyone. I still feel happy. I still like being alive. There’s nothing more perfect than just being.

I am such a geek.

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