I’ve been reading up on the “Boiling Frog” analogy. I first came across this in high school, when the book “The Gathering” by Isobelle Carmody was part of the year 9 curriculum. I can’t remember what they’re trying to explain with the analogy. Recently I remembered it in an odd, slightly nostalgic moment, and decided to do some research because I thought there could be an interesting story behind it, and a possible debunking. So, I have found that it is a very common analogy, only recently debunked by experiments, but the argument goes that these most recent experiments heat the water at a much faster rate than that of the original experiments.

But anyway, it made me wonder at the common usage of this analogy. You could end up disproving your own point by using it. Am I making any sense whatsoever? My brain isn’t calibrated for this kind of information downloading. Well, not at the moment anyway. Come back in a couple of days and I might be more coherent. I guess what I mean is that if you use an analogy based on a scientific theory, and that is later contested or disproven, then wouldn’t the gravity of your original point be undermined somewhat? Instead of meaning “Be careful of complacency, small changes over a long period of time can have more disastrous effects than you might initially be able to comprehend”, it might become, “I don’t do my own research, can you tell?”. I still haven’t really conveyed what I had in mind. Chk chk chk.

Zomg did anyone else see the multitudes of people on platform 5 & 6 at Central Station this afternoon? Looks like Queensland Rail are improving their service! They had announcements going over the loudspeaker saying “Due to overcrowding please remain on the concourse”. This would mean nothing to me if I were one of those people being overcrowding. I’d be all, “Concourse? what concourse? do we use that word here?” I wonder what was going on. I’m surprised people didn’t look more fed up than they did. And then the 5:36 Elimbah express arrived early, at 5:26, and then they updated the time of departure to 5:28. So what about all those people who live at Elimbah (God forbid – where even is that?) which must be a fair way out because it’s an express train, who were counting on the train leaving at 5:36 because it ties in with their start and finish times, are going to miss their train because it went eight minutes early! I’d be pretty ticked off if it happened to me, and I only get off at Wilston!

But speaking of afternoon trains, how did nighttime start at 5pm all of a sudden? It’s not nice walking home in the dark! I’ll be glad when it’s colder and I get to feel cold and wear warm clothes. It was so humid today.

I want to know everything there is to know in the world. Actually, it’s mainly just the useless things I want to know. I really wanted to learn Latin so when Noelle and I sing Sub Tuum on a drunken walk from the Valley to the City, I actually know what I’m saying. This is why I ask so many questions. It’s not just a generation-y thing. Why why why? I want to know why about everything. I find almost everything fascinating. But I know I have to curb this habit of asking questions, some people don’t like it. It can be considered impolite to question people, especially those older than you. When I’m old too it will no longer matter. I’ll be able to ask as many questions as I like.

I’ve been watching Dilbert lately. The funniest episode so far was the very last one where Dilbert has been impregnated by a cow/alien/robot/hillbilly, and throughout the pregnancy he took on all these feminine traits. He was mouthing off about something or other with Asok and Wally and Loud Howard, and when they offered solutions he said “Why are you doing this? I don’t want solutions!” which is so true. Men always offer solutions to women when women complain about things, but what women really want is just sympathy. That’s difficult for men, they like to solve things. They think that a woman telling him her problem is an invitation to offer a solution to it. Women then get frustrated because they just want the man to listen and make alternately sympathetic and reassuring noises.

My opinoin on this entire issue from a female perspective is this: Your female friends are the best ones to tell your problems to. They can empathise and will give you the response you want/need (most of the time). Of course you are free to share your issues with the man in your life, but it’s not fair to get mad at him for trying to fix the problem.
And to guys… well… you can offer us solutions, but we’re not always going to appreciate them.

I agree with many aspects of the suffragette movement, and I’m grateful for what they achieved through their hard work and suffering, but I also think that there is a point at which it becomes too political when it should be scientific. For one thing, the whole “I can do anything you can do” is not necessarily true. The differences in brain structure between men and women are what causes men to be, generally, better at solving spatial problems – men can focus extremely well on one task, which leads to the conclusion that men can only do one thing at a time. That might be true, but most of the time they do it well. Due to having more connections between the left and right sides of the brain than men do, women are able to multi-task and empathise – it becomes harder to separate the emotional from the physical, which is why women will often say “I feel…” when referring to situations, whereas men will concentrate on the facts (as they see them). These extra connections between right & left cerebral hemispheres are also responsible for the difficulty that women have in reading maps, or from telling their left from right. (I have extreme difficulty telling left from right. When asked directions, I can point in the direction I need to go, but can’t tell you whether that direction is left or right.)

I guess that this should be evidence enough that I am fascinated also by the physical/mental/emotional differences between males and females. In humans, anyway. It would be interesting to study gender roles in other species and compare them. I want to go to Uni! :(

 

I’ve been watching Lost most of the afternoon. Right now, an episode with Desmond as the focus character has started. This is awesome because Desmond is probably my favourite at the moment. I love his accent, and he has the power to see into the future randomly. But then there is this side-story running throughout that is like the “Final Destination” movies so far (it might develop into something more impressive, but for now it’s not all that amazing) whereby Desmond sees Charlie dying in various ways and accordingly prevents his death. Plus i just realised why Desmond calls everyone “brother”. I was wondering about that.

The people next door are having arguments again. They yell really loudly, and because I went down to put the garbage out (good timing!) I could hear quite a lot of what they said, but I still couldn’t understand what they were arguing about. Mum thinks it is the 15 year old boy who lives there that was yelling. He apparently plays “that stupid game” in his backyard (which is how mum described it) which Rosie elaborated upon by saying, “yeah, I know what you’re talking about, he has a stick and waves it around like Star Wars, and runs up and down the yard and does noises and stuff.” Lol!

pict-030.jpgNoelle and I had our picnic at Roma Street Parklands today. As you can see, the grass really is greener… over there. There’s one big expanse of grass which has dried up and died, but the rest is still alive and well. Noelle and I had wheat-free bread (super dense but yum) with cream cheese, tomato, lettuce, jarlsberg and also some chicken from a chicken salad that we got from McDonalds at Roma St station, seeing as there were no real shops open today (Noelle said, “Those labour day sales adds were misleading! They’re the reason I thought shops would be open today.”) We also had some watermelon and some rice crackers, and pineapple juice. It was a lovely picnic. Dumb ibis.

One bad experience of the day was public transport. Brisbane Public Transport SUCKS! Allow me to explain: Noelle’s bus came fifteen minutes late, so when it arrived, another one arrived at the same time. Once Noelle had arrived in the City, we walked down to Central Station. After viewing the timetable tvs, we found a Roma Street Train would be leaving Platform 5 in approx. four minutes – plenty of time to get down to the platform and get on the train, right? Well, in any other universe but this one apparently. None of the escalators providing access to platforms 5 & 6 were going down – they were all set to go up. So, not a big problem, we hurried down the stairs. We struggled through a throng of people exiting the train we wanted to board, and just as we got to the yellow line, the doors closed – right in the face of some foreign guy who shrieked and jumped backwards. With over two minutes until the departure time scheduled on the screen, the train pulled away from the platform at the signal whistle from a QR employee. We spoke to this person, who became defensive and indignant. It wasn’t her fault she blew the whistle, apparently. She can’t control the train timetables. She doesn’t have to take this. I said to her, “You are a representative of Queensland Rail – in fact, the only one that I can see this minute. You are the person we’re speaking to about it.” Noelle said “You blew the whistle for the train to go!” But apparently this logic was too obvious for her, and she walked away from the discussion muttering under her breath.

Queensland Rail could benefit from some customer service training for their staff.

Whenever mum calls out to me, no matter what she’s saying, it makes me feel like I’m in trouble for something. This is especially true if she’s calling up from downstairs. She says “Hey Cass…” but the tone is like a warning sound, and I respond warily with “yeah….?” slowly. It’s either going to be a random question about something-or-other which I won’t know the answer to straight away anyway, or I’m going to be berrated for not wiping the bench down properly or something.

Well, I’m tired and have a headache. I’m going to go to sleep so that I’m at my best for work tomorrow, and so that I don’t seem “not myself”. Who am I if I’m not me? Someone less likeable perhaps… Sorry everyone! Here are some pictures to make up for it:

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On Sunday morning after my birthday party the night before, Chris, Rosie, Noelle, Dad and I went to yum cha in the valley. When we went to pay, Chris realised he needed to get cash out to pay for his share. There is an ATM just near the counter, so he went over to get money out while I paid for the meal. Afterwards, as we were walking down to Chris’ car, he said, “You know that noise of when you run a stick along a fence? Imagine that noise coming out of an Asian man’s ass while you’re standing at the ATM.”
I loled and said, “What do you mean?”
Chris said, “When I was getting money out of the ATM, I heard that noise and thought, ‘I don’t remember there being a fence in here’. Then I turned around and there was an Asian man standing behind me farting, and he just looked around.”

Another amusing Chris anecdote:

Me: If you were an animal, I think you would be a doe.
Chris: Fuck off! I hate birds!

I would qualify his remark but I think that would take away the humour.

Before I had my own website, I used to visit a site where people would submit disturbing search requests that had shown up in their log files, and daydream of a time when I, too, had my own disturbing search requests to submit to this site. I had forgotten about this ambition of mine until a few days ago, when I was looking at my site stats. I am now the proud enabler of various odd searches…

harblz - this one is obvious. But I really need to fix the broken links on my harblz pages. I’m in the process of sending them all over to istoletheinternets
brentality – I have previously written about Brentality in a post after I had been tricked by Captain Jim and X C into believing that there were various levels and rites of passage for the emo/scene crowd. It was a pretty good lie though.
acid rain evil – Well, acid rain is evil, wouldn’t you agree? Or maybe you’re more of the scientific mindset and you’ll say, “acid rain does not have a moral proclivity”. To this I would say “For sooth! Are the factories which spew poisonous chemicals into the air not aware of what they are doing? Has not a fair amount of the population seen ‘An Inconvenient Truth’? Fie! Ye scoundrels, ye scum!” etc.
disturbing apple – It’s ok, apples disturb me too. Especially when they’re on Tool film clips
mario kart ds logo – Though I would hope that my site is used as more than just a Nintendo graphic repository, you’ll take what you can get.
todd blankenship gay - Sorry, I’m not privy to Todd Blankenship’s sexual preference. Perhaps you could ask Jack Handey?
formula computation for carpark charges - So my site was one of the best resources for this? Sounds seriously interesting.
i’m not afraid of nichols park – So someone else isn’t afraid of Nichols Park? I wouldn’t know for sure if I’m not, because I’ve never been there, but I have to trust Sufjan Steven’s opinion on the matter because these are lyrics from one of his songs, and if you write a song about something that means you’re really feelin’ it.
lauren and nathan worth - They are priceless.
maybe it’s the beer talking marge but you got a butt that won’t - quit? is that what you were going to say? Yeah, I know, they’ve got these big chewy pretzels here that are mmfhp dpff … Five dollars? Get outta here…

Wooo I’m tired. Noelle and I are having a picnic in Roma St. Parklands tomorrow. I wonder if it’ll be packed… we’re both broke so it’s going to be a surprise picnic! I went grocery shopping today (hence why I am broke) so I should have a few interesting additions. Perhaps some raw diced lamb? Or maybe a sachet of powdered soy milk? I like being creative in things, it makes me feel like I’m on Jericho and we have to ration our food out. But I’m not going to go all mental over salt, because I don’t even like it. Jees.

I found a couple of old emails from work (not current work, a previous job). There were these boys (I think they were brothers… maybe even twins!) who we used to see walking around, and one of them we called Clark Kent, because we thought he looked like Clark Kent. So anyway, this is our conversation after he walked past….

Me: You know one of those clark kent boys always wears the same stripey jumper? I think you may be onto something – he could actually be superman, because doesn’t superman always wear the same clothes?
Melinda:mmm, you are right… maybe one of us should jmump from a great height and see if he saves us!
Me: Yes, because if you ddie then you won’t know that you hadn’t been saved, and if you are saved then whoopdedo! Superman exists!
Melinda: I am not talking about jumping from the 20th floor, I just mean off my desk!!!
Me: There could be one of those holes in the floor just where you jump (you know those hole that are scattered all over the place?*) and when you land on it, it crumbles and you fall through to the R dept**, then there’s another hole directly under that and you fall through to whatever is underneath R dept, and someone says to R dept, “Can we have Melinda?” and they say, “yep, we’ve got her, but we have to fill out the R forms first” and so you wait, and after a few hours you check with them again and they say “Oh actually, we’ve sent her back to Arbiters***”. So then we have to order you from Arbiters, and this all could have been averted had superman existed!

* We worked in an old building. The floor was in urgent need of repair, and little dents started appearing in the carpet. I’m not sure how this happened. But complaints were made because people would trip over them, especially in high heels, so it became kind of a big deal.
** R Department is another department downstairs from ours.
*** Arbiters is the external storage company we used. Note that this is not the actual name of the storage company. Also, note that this was a daily occurence – we would request something from that department, they would say that yes, they had what we were requesting, and that it would be available to us once they had finished their paperwork. Then you’d check back with them later in the day and it turned out they’d sent the thing you wanted offsite, to our external storage company, which wasted another two days time in getting it back to us. I love workplace efficiency.

My 2nd and 3rd fingers of my right hand (counting from left-right, not including the thumb as one of the fingers) are painful to type with, because I cut them on the lid of a plastic box this afternoon. I don’t know how I manage to do these things, I really don’t.

That email from work reminded me how much I miss the guys I used to work with… Calum has gone down to Melbourne but I’m in pretty regular contact with him, so it’s ok. Melinda I got emails from last week, and I have to email her back so hopefully I have a bit of time to breathe this week at work and not too tired when I get home, and Ben… I haven’t heard from him in ages, not since a couple of weeks after I left work. I miss Benyamin. I get the feeling he may have already left on his overseas trip, and in that case he’ll probably be in much higher spirits than he was when I last spoke to him… The place we were working tended to suck the happiness and life out of people.

Anyway, I’ll see if I can post some pictures from this picnic we’re having tomorrow. If I feel like writing, or whatever. Whatever dude! Tewtally!

 

I consider myself lucky to have Nathan as my brother in law (unofficially, until next year, but he is already part of the family). I have the benefit of his empathy and understanding of situations from a male point of view, which is a very useful and precious thing. It’s easy to get caught up in the hurt of previous experiences, to say, “I can’t handle this”, and to hold yourself back from ever opening up to someone again (because with that one act, you are opening yourself up to be hurt in one of the worst ways possible, in an emotional sense). However, it is with Nathan’s encouragement that I am taking things as they come, and being content with feeling content, and not questioning everything all the time.

Chris is also a wonderful help in this way. Our friendship is very important to me. It’s amazing to have an understanding of where each other is coming from. I must remember to take real notice of his advice, though sometimes I’m not in a position to be able to do that. Also, I have to apologise to him (sorry Chris!) for never believing his outrageous stories which later turn out to be true. And Willy’s stories never turn out to be true! Or very rarely anyway. It’s not Chris’ fault that he has such an interesting life. But I know that this isn’t going to stop me from doubting him again… I think that’s just the way that I am, and the way he is.

And also, I miss Tim because he’s overseas!

Emo!

So anyway, I went to see a couple of movies this weekend. Two in a row, actually. On Saturday afternoon, at Rosie’s cinema, I saw “The Curse of the Golden Flower” with Rosie, and then following that, I saw “The Lives of Others” with Mum, Helen & Noelle. They were extremely different movies, so it wasn’t too bad sitting through two movies in a row (often at home, I can’t even sit through one movie in a row because I have to get up and walk around or do something. I think a cinema kind of forces me to sit down and watch, because I can’t just get up and go play tetris, or play with Napoleon or whatever.

Okay so firstly, if you plan on seeing this movie, be careful of reading this next bit because there are spoilers. But they might not really be spoilers… The movie doesn’t make much sense anyway, so I won’t really be ruining the story for you or anything. It’s a very incestuous movie. Starting off, the Emperor has three sons – one from his first wife (whom he maintains “died when her son was very young”), and the two other sons are to his second wife, who is the current Empress. The Empress is having an affair with the first son from the Emperor’s first wife, but he doesn’t really want to carry on with this affair anymore, he wants to run away with his new secret love. His new secret love is Chan, the daughter of the Imperial Doctor. The Imperial Doctor, meanwhile, has been following the Emperor’s orders to put poison into the Empress’ medicine that she takes every two hours, which will slowly leave her with no mental capacity whatsoever. So anyway, it turns out that the Emperor’s first wife is actually the Imperial Doctor’s current wife, and she’s not dead at all, which makes the Emperor’s first son and the Imperial Doctor’s daughter half-brother & sister. On a technicality, first son is screwing both his mother and his sister. So the Doctor’s daughter goes insane and runs off screaming, and the first son gets killed by the Emperor’s youngest son, who turns out to be a real freak (anyone surprised?) and has organised his own little army of about five or six soldiers who are efficiently butchered by the Emperor. The Emperor then goes on to bash his youngest son in the face with a huge metal belt that he’s been wearing, until the kid is mushed into the carpet. After this, they all go and sit up on a big round tower in the middle of the Imperial Palace, high above the courtyard which has been covered with chrysanthemums for the chrysanthemum festival. Then some other stuff happens, second son kills himself, and then it ends. No closure, I’ve no idea what happens. I think the Empress probably just goes crazy and the Emperor does whatever he wants to do. That’s the Tang dynasty for you. Brutal.

Second movie – Lives of others. This is about the surveillance of supposed “enemies of the state” or “suspicious persons” that was carried out by the government during the years before the fall of the Berlin Wall. In the end, it’s a beautiful story. There’s a lot of horribleness going on throughout, but humanity redeems itself by a few important acts of benevolence during a very volatile time of history. It was very interesting to see. I hadn’t thought about it, but I guess that stuff like that still goes on even today, and probably even moreso with the technology that is available now. It’s a bit scary, to think that this all happened less than 20 years ago… it’s surreal. Like a bunch of surrealists changing a lightbulb. Or like chinchan.

Also, last week was my birthday. I had a small party on Saturday 21st April at my place. So many of my favourites were there. Here is proof of their awesomeness:

 

This cat is so cute. It’s from one of those Japanese TV shows, where they show the faces of different people up in the top right-hand corner for some reason.

These are thoughts I had today about myself, about my thoughts and actions and general mindset over the past few weeks… not in all things, but some.

I needed to be sure I was capable of that which I imagined, but never actually tested. My worth is not dictated by those around me. Love yourself first. You will definitely have enough left for everyone else in your life. It will be easier to tell who is deserving of your love also. You are entitled to make a decision as to who is worth your while. That is your decision and yours alone. But by the same token, you can’t change someone else’s mind or affect or manipulate their decision either.

Nothing that I do to try and force a situation, to try to force something to what I believe is the logical conclusion, is ever going to get it there.

This is a fundamental realisation, one which is strong enough to crawl upon and start learning how to stand upright again. It’s simple, but it’s not something that anyone else can tell you. There are so many things to learn about life which other people will try to tell you, but it’s not until you actually experience it for yourself, make the mistake, and learn from it, that you will really understand.

I know this might sound really wanky to some people, especially those who don’t know what I’ve been going through these past couple of months.

I know there’s something knitting and healing inside, and the healing of this still occasionally aches, but I know that this is the process. This is what needs to happen. The pain, sadness, ill-feelings… they don’t just up and disappear when I feel like I can cope with the world again. And really, I’ve been back in amongst the living for quite some time now.

I love me. I love myself, who I am and who I am not. I love my friends, the people around me who accept me and appreciate me. I love my family, who shaped and moulded who I am. I like idiosyncrasies – things that challenge me, that create lessons for me to learn in my own life.

Melancholy isn’t always a bad thing. I think it’s just like that “Wish You Were Here” song by Pink Floyd. That’s probably a really good melancholy song. Another good melancholy song is “Leif Erikson” by Interpol. And no, they aren’t paying me for all these mentions. Get a real job, GOSH!

 

Could you please stop releasing the same song just with different lyrics and pretending it’s a brand new masterpiece?

Also, that egghead guy’s voice makes Rosie frustrated because he can’t go high enouh to sufficiently convey the emotion through the music.

Get a real job, nancies!

 

I haven’t been able to access my Gmail account since day before yesterday, and it’s starting to annoy me. It’s very inconvenient. The odd part is, I can see the summary of my inbox on my personalised Google homepage, but as soon as I click on any of the links to access it, no dice. I did a google search for “gmail down”, and came up with a google user group which was set up to let people know when Gmail is down so that they don’t go crazy and think it’s them. I could access this site yesterday, but today the page won’t load. Several other possible links that I might like to view for reassurance are also not displaying. I’m wondering what’s going on. Anyone have any idea?

On a brighter note, this long weekend has been FUN. Friday I hung out with Tim. Saturday afternoon Ro & I had breakfast in the Valley with Chris & Doonz and checked out the markets. Saturday evening, dad came up from Yamba and we had Indian take-out from Scheherezade Restaurant in Morningside (they are really good), and then we went out to John & Pai & Dan’s housewarming. It was really good to catch up with Pai (who I haven’t seen in aaaages) and John, and meet new people etc.

dsc00139.JPGWe left the party to go to Lolly’s bday celebrations in the Valley at about 12:30am. These had started off at Mustang Bar, but by that time had migrated to 299. I’ve been to 299 a few times, and the very first time we went (around the time of my birthday last year) it was so much fun. The next couple of times I went there, however, the only music they played was dirgy crap (I am very aware that it’s an emo club). This time though, it was more of how it had been that very first time. They played lots of fun songs. As we were leaving, “Take Me Out” by Franz Ferdinand started playing, and Lauren, Nathan & I went back upstairs again to dance :) .

I, as per usual, drunkenly stated my intention of walking home rather than wait in line for a cab for an hour. Nathan & Lauren ended up convincing me to go back to their place and stay in their spare room, since we would be going over to their place for lunch Easter Sunday anyway. So, we got back to theirs at about 3:00am, and didn’t end up getting to sleep until 4:30am, because we started playing Singstar and I guess that time flies when you’re drunk and having fun doing stupid shit. (I will almost never play Singstar when I am sober – it’s about as awkward to me as watching Mr. Bean. I’m not sure why…)

I woke up at about 7:00am feeling tired but otherwise fine (I love my liver). Lauren was fine too, but Nathan was pretty sick, and didn’t make it to church with the others. Dad ended up coming over and picking me up so I could go home and get changed into fresh clothes, and maybe have a nap before lunchtime.

Lunch was nice. Lauren made caesar salad, Glynis cooked a quiche and potato salad, and also cheesecake for dessert (I can has cheezcake?). We went home at about 2:30pm. I had a shower and laid down on my bed to read for a bit, but fell asleep almost immediately and didn’t wake up again until 6:30pm, when Dad had already left to drive Rosie to work then head back down the Coast. I’m a bit sad that I didn’t get to say goodbye to him before he left.

image098.jpgEver wondered what a melted wheelie bin would look like? While on our way from the car to the mall for breakfast on Saturday, I spotted this in a carpark beside the footpath, just down from the Tibetan kitchen. “Those beers are from my work!” Rosie said. “Someone got drunk at my work and then came here and set this bin on fire!”. That’s lame.

image093.jpg This is the little gingy cat that lives in Abuklea Street, near the Wilston train station. I usually see it on my way to the train in the mornings, and sometimes in the afternoons. In the afternoons, it is on the other side of the road. It’s smart because it knows which side of the road to be on at which time of day to get pats. It’s really friendly. If you go near it, it will miaow and wait for you to pat it.

So now it’s Monday. I’ve got quite a bit to do today (washing, cleaning etc) before work tomorrow. I think I should get started. I’ll probably post some more later today, but for now I’m going to put some laundry on :)

 

lauren.jpgOPTION ONE
Cass says: that’s cause ur a bitch
Lauz says: why?
Lauz says: what are u talking about?
Cass says: i just saw your name pop up as online, and in my head that’s what i said
Lauz says: lol
Lauz says: mum was just here hanging out with me
Lauz says: we had lunch together and watched children bashers on doctor phil
Cass says: at home?
Lauz says: yes
Lauz says: and you cat talked to me
Lauz says: and said “gruaohow”
Lauz says: and i said “hello, you are like a horse. gallop gallop.
Lauz says: ”
Lauz says: yes
Lauz says: like a little horse
Cass says: did he purr as well?
Cass says: he always purrs when i pick him up
Cass says: and he has a tiny miaow
Lauz says: he would like to watch a show on abc that we watch about this man who goes around the world and looks at ancient treasures.
Lauz says: pee pee likes it
Lauz says: cause it has egyptians in it
Lauz says: and he loves egypt
Lauz says: cats love egypt and your cat would especially cause of its eyeliner.
Cass says: it has cool eyeliner that goes out from it’s eyes on the side
Lauz says: yes like tutankhamen

upsidedown.jpg OPTION TWO
x__ C U N T: Sorry! an unexpected error has occurred. This error has been forwarded to MySpace’s technical group.
x__ C U N T: fuck them
x__ C U N T: argh
x__ C U N T: zommgggggg
Cass: they have errors all the time
Cass: they suck
x__ C U N T: why are they beng so mean to me!?
Cass: take it personally
x__ C U N T: its been like this all day
Cass: i dare you
Cass: i don’t know
Cass: i’m going to go play with napoleon
x__ C U N T: no.
x__ C U N T: he doesnt like you.
x__ C U N T: he likes mum
x__ C U N T: and he hates his name.
x__ C U N T: yuck
x__ C U N T:what is in the picture?
x__ C U N T: :-O:-O:-O
x__ C U N T: >>>>
x__ C U N T: disgust monkey!
x__ C U N T: or is it a dog?….
x__ C U N T: did you get my message?
x__ C U N T: !!!!!
Cass: ot
Cass: s a
Cass: dog
x__ C U N T: ?
x__ C U N T: it is a dog?
x__ C U N T: hahaha!!!!!!
Cass: what message?
x__ C U N T: to your mobile.
x__ C U N T: of nappy
Cass: no
Cass: did you send it today sometime?
x__ C U N T: just now.
x__ C U N T: lolz
Cass: did you take photos of him today
x__ C U N T: yes….
x__ C U N T: on my mobile.
x__ C U N T: bahahaha
x__ C U N T: check your phone.
x__ C U N T: ….
Cass: no i would know if i had received a message
Cass: it makes a BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP
Cass: noise
x__ C U N T: lol
Cass: i want some fruit
Cass: froot
x__ C U N T: me too!
x__ C U N T: there is none but….
x__ C U N T: do you have fruit?!?!?!?!?!
x__ C U N T: :-O:-O:-O:-O
Cass: no
Cass: why do you do four in a row
x__ C U N T: hahaha
x__ C U N T: i dunno.
x__ C U N T: to exagerate my expression
x__ C U N T: why don’t you use proper gramma?
Cass: what do you mean?
Cass: why don’t you use proper spelling?
x__ C U N T: hahahahahaha
x__ C U N T: lmfao
x__ C U N T: you didnt put a question mark
x__ C U N T: on that question before.
x__ C U N T: i was just wondering.
Cass: that’s actually classed as PUNCTUATION
Cass: not grammar
x__ C U N T: thats it
x__ C U N T: hahahah
x__ C U N T: :$
Cass: and i guess you’d know all about it!
x__ C U N T: shuddaup
Cass: poo bum head
x__ C U N T: i couldnt remember.
Cass: i want fruit so go get me an orange
x__ C U N T: pfft.
x__ C U N T: go make me dinner, scrag.

chris.jpgOPTION THREE
Chris: awe, jo isnt coming anymroe
Cass: how come?
Chris: woooooooowe, i lOVe that foto
Cass: lol
Cass: it’s my myspace angles
Chris: it sO frikin is, its such THING
Chris: hes having dinners, he got sick of waiting for me! thats such a thing u say to a lover not a friend
Cass: LOL
Chris: he was angry but trying not to show it
Chris: Future
Cass: yeah that’s true! because if it’s a friend you don’t mind waiting!
Chris: sex
Chris: love
Chris: sound
Chris: yeah, cause you know its not cause their love has gone elsewhere
Cass: Yes
Cass: Zackley
Chris: do u like justins noo song
Cass: I don’t think I’ve heard Justin’s noo song.
Chris: Future
Chris: sex
Chris: love
Chris: sounds
Cass: lol
Cass: Future sex
Cass: lol
Chris: lol yea mind sex
Chris: that’s my future prediction
Cass: mum just goes “now, how come we got a gay magazine here?
Chris: none of this physical shite
Chris: lol
Chris: was she concerned or humoured
Cass: she was just confused
Chris: lol
Chris: mums
Chris: mums
Chris: n chipsss
Cass: lol
Cass: chipss
Chris: tell ur mo’ ur gay
Chris: lol
Cass: LOL
Cass: she’d get stressed
Cass: i’m changing my myspace
Cass: around
Cass: arooond
Chris: poor mum
Chris: wahoooooooooooe
Cass: there i changed it
Cass: now it’s like a kids book
Cass: ‘cept i gotta fix my links
Chris: mother fuckers are so niiiiiice
Cass: my dad is on fone, brb
Chris: okie poopie poo poooooooooey
Chris: poo
Chris: im p!nk
Chris: and ur my friend
Cass: LOL
Cass: Stupid dad and his dumb phone
Cass: he just disappeared
Chris: lol
Chris: silly
Chris: u might need counceling now
Chris: ahhhh, my friend likes u
Cass: lol what friend?
Cass: lily?
Chris: lol
Chris: bob
Chris: comBOBulator
Cass: LOL
Cass: i don’t know WHAT you’re talking about!
Chris: im chatting to someone and he saw ur pic and was like, whos that, shes really cool, who is it
Chris: ahhh we match
Cass: hahahaa
Cass: bob the builder
Chris: bob the vacume cleaner
Chris: fuck brbr
Cass: k
Chris: gosh, back
Cass: gosh
Cass: what the heck was that
Chris: ohhhh, jo rang and asked if i could gt THINGS for him tonight off matt and i forgot to ring matt
Chris: nothing important really
Cass: THINGS
Cass: i loled at your bulletin
Cass: about cocorosie
Cass: or was that a message
Chris: did u lisT en to frank sinatra
Cass: yes
Chris: lol
Cass: it’s very proper
Chris: a bulliten
Chris: wats proper
Chris: custard n icecream n a bitta cake is sooo nice
Cass: that sounds like a trifle to me
Chris: tell me ur o pin yon
Cass: my opinion on what?
Cass: of frank sinatra?
Chris: yahhh darling yah, frank is the worrd yah
Cass: hahaha it’s so random
Cass: hahaha
Cass: to be famous is so nice
Cass: suck my dick
Cass: kiss my ass
Cass: hahahaha
Chris: LOL
Chris: me n friends
Chris: we sniff in the vip aareaaaaaaaa
Chris: i have sex every night
Chris: with my frieNdz
Chris: my star fucker
Chris: friendZ
Cass: LOL
Chris: its so entertaining
Cass: every night with my star friends
Chris: plus i like dancing to it
Cass: in limosines we have sex
Chris: LOL
Chris: oh no! todd blankenship!
Cass: LOL
Cass: what
Chris: he made up a new email jsut so he could chaT TO MEEEE!!!! NOOOOOOOE
Cass: todd blankenship?
Cass: todd blankenship todd blankenship todd blankenship todd blankenship
Cass: todd blankenship
Cass: todd blankenship
Chris: i mean GOSH, i wanna wear a badge that saiz, “do i look like a fucking people person”.
Cass: LOL
Cass: you don’t need to darling, you don’t need to
Chris: i would so wear it and mean it
Chris: lol
Cass: lol
Cass: how come he had to make up a new one to talk to you?
Chris: cause i blocked the other one so he’d stop stalking me
Cass: ha!
Cass: he won’t give up!
Cass: what is the point in even going to the 12 steps!
Cass: the program works if you work it baby
Chris: who are u dating now? GOSH
Chris: GOSDH
Chris: GOSH
Chris: GOSSSSSSSHa

 

I thought I’d compare my answers to this random blog survey from a while ago to how I would answer the questions today. The “Then” answers are from sometime in 2001. About six years ago now :)

1. IF YOU COULD GO BACK AND GIVE BIRTH TO YOURSELF, WHAT WOULD YOU NAME YOU?

Then: I find saskia pretty unusual, and i always think it suits me for some reason… yeah. saskia.
Now: I can’t imagine having any other name than Cass. Actually, I can imagine it, but if I do it’s just like me thinking “this name so doesn’t suit me!”. Also, what’s the deal with giving birth to yourself? Doubleyouteeeff!!one

2. WHAT TWO ADJECTIVES WOULD YOU USE TO DESCRIBE THE FOLLOWING:

YOUR INTELLECT:

Then: useful, interesting
Now: insatiable, dormant

YOUR SEX LIFE:

Then: boring, fucked (ha… how ironic)
Now: Just right

YOUR ATTITUDE:

Then: weird, happy
Now: hyper, casual

YOUR SPIRITUALITY:

Then: personal, original
Now: still undiscovered

YOUR PASSIONS:

Then: beautiful, individual
Now: obscure, undefined

YOUR FAMILY:

Then: unique, brilliant
Now: strong, unique

YOUR FRIENDS:

Then: great but absent
Now: supportive, appreciated

3. TO GET RIGHT TO THE MEAT…IF YOU HAD THE OPTION OF BUMPIN UGLIES WITH ANYONE YOU KNOW PERSONALLY…WHO WOULD IT BE?

Then: I really don’t understand the whole ‘bumpin uglies’ term. but um… at the moment, i don’t know anyone well enough to want to ‘bump uglies’ with… ask me last week and i would have said… oh you don’t want to know
Now: Just one person right now. I generally don’t look around at my friends and think “gosh I’d really like to root you.”

ANY MUSICIAN?

Then: anyone tall, dark, cute… with olive skin and beautiful eyes… who fits that description? I don’t really take that much notice of what musicians look like… i’m too busy listening to their music
Now: Oh um… Paul Banks (Interpol); Julian Casablancas (The Strokes); any one of The Kooks; Trent Reznor (NIN… and he sort of reminds me of Snape from HP – Alan Rickman); Kele Okereke (Bloc Party).

ANY ACTOR?

Then: Oh yeah, Logan from dark angel… michael weatherly. Or Hugh Jackman.. he is sooo sexy.
Now: Noel Fielding from The Mighty Boosh; Richard Kahan from The 4400; McGee or Dinozzo from NCIS

ANY WRITER?

Then: That would be a bit sad wouldn’t it? the only male writers that I admire (whose books I read) are much too old.
Now: Hmmmm still no.

4. IF YOU COULD BRING ANYONE BACK FROM THE DEAD TO DO THE HORIZONTAL BOP WITH, WHO WOULD IT BE?

Then: ew… bring people back from the dead? that sounds gross…necrophaelia or something…
Now: Yeah… still not a necrophiliac.

5. IF YOU COULD REPLACE ANY MEMBER OF ANY BAND, DEAD OR LIVING, WHOSE PLACE WOULD YOU TAKE?

Then: I wouldn’t want to replace any members of a band.. except for if the person i was replacing was really bad and it would be an improvement… but that’d be embarrassing. My non-existent reputation would really take a beating.
Now: I wouldn’t want to replace any member of a band, except maybe for one night just to pretend to play guitar and really i’m just going “strum strum strum!” really enthusiastically. Only it’s not plugged in. So no one can hear it. But only once.

6. IF YOU COULD LIVE THE LIFE OF ANY CHARACTER IN ANY MOVIE, WHOSE LIFE WOULD YOU LIVE?

Then: I’m going to cheat in this one… i want to be max from the dark angel pilot episode, which was also released as a single movie… or else i’d want to be jen from crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Now: I really like my life. Maybe I would like to play the lead role in the movie of my life.

ANY BOOK?

Then: I’d love to be Sayuri from Memoirs of a Geisha, just to wear all those beautiful Kimino…
Now: Either Penelope or Charlotte from The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets (Eva Rice), Kivrin from Doomsday Book (Connie Willis), Liyana from Habibi (Naomi Shihab-Nye), Ginny from Harry Potter

ANY TV SHOW?

Then: Max from DARK ANGEL! stupid question… To make it a bit more interesting, i’d also like to be maya from just shoot me… the whole journalism thing attracts me… but i wouldn’t be so annoyingly moralistic
Now: Still Max from Dark Angel, and also Abby from NCIS :)

7. IF YOU WERE TO TITLE YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD THE TITLE BE?

Then: “The essence of Mary”… or “I narrowly missed a bear” or “I’m not a bad driver – these are just my oranges”
Now: Super Freak, maybe… or Nerd Central. Or maybe “I can has a life?” and then, underneath that, “No, you can’t has a life – Not yours (pointing to a picture of a life)”

8. WHAT SONG, IF ANY, IS SO PERSONAL TO YOU THAT YOU COULD HAVE WRITTEN IT?

Then: Bic Runga, Sway… I always relate so well to that song.. especially if i have a crush on someone when i hear it… ^_^
Now: Pretty much if any song relates to any sort of emotionality, or even if it doesn’t, I will find a way to relate it to my life and feel emotional about it (either positive or negative). That’s sort of the reason that I listen to music. That and that it rocks.

9. WHAT MOVIE, IF ANY, DO YOU WISH YOU HAD WRITTEN?

Then: Hmm.. tough one. Oh, I wish i had written dogma, cause that was such a funny movie and i wish i could take credit for it. Jay and silent bob crack me up.
Now: Any of my favourite movies. But then again, I wonder if I could really have enjoyed them as much as I did if I actually came up with them?

10. WHAT BOOK, IF ANY, DO YOU WISH YOU HAD WRITTEN?

Then: Habibi, by Naomi Shihab Nye, because it’s a beautiful book and i could read it a million times without getting tired of it.
Now: Probably Harry Potter, because then I would know the ending.

11. IF YOU WERE TO LIST THE ESSENTIAL QUALTIES OF YOUR PERFECT LOVER, WHAT WOULD THEY BE?

Then: Sensitive but not to the point of being annoying, able to take control, be caring, understanding, strong (not necessarily physically, although it would help) someone that i love and understand, and who loves and understands me… or at least, who likes me back. Am i naive or what??? lol.
Now: Strength (inner strength – emotionally, strength of character, strength of convictions), openness, sense of adventure, funny, weird, interesting

12. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND RELIVE ANY PORTION OF YOUR HISTORY, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

Then: *I’ve edited this, because it goes on for a bit and it’s annoying*
Now: Nussink, I am me because of the choices I have made and the things I have experienced.

13. IF YOU WERE A PAWN SHOP ITEM, WAITING PATIENTLY TO BE REDEEMED, WHAT WOULD YOU BE?

Then: a pokemon trading card… or a beanie baby toy… or some useless crap like that. I don’t know why… just what came into my head.
Now: I’d probably be a game console… “pick me! Pick me! I’m so much fun! Come and play!”

14. IF YOU WERE A REFRIGERATOR, WHAT SORT OF MAGNETS WOULD YOU STICK TO YOURSELF?

Then: Definitely the ones that say “Be smart, use public transport, and GO CAT GO!” which are advertising queensland public transport. my sister has them on her fridge. I’d also have all the free magnets that you get from places like traveland and the video store.
Now: The same magnets that are on our fridge now. Angela Anaconda, brightly coloured letter magnets so you can write things like “Rosie eatz dick”.

15. IF YOU WERE A CLOCK WHAT TIME WOULD YOU BE?

Then: 6:54am
Now: 8:20pm

16. ARE YOU SICK OF THESE QUESTIONS YET

Then: well, if i was i wouldn’t keep going. it was my choice to do this survey wasn’t it? least i think it was my choice…
Now: Still a dumb question.

17. HOW MANY SURREALISTS DOES IT TAKE TO SCREW IN A LIGHTBULB?

Then: stuff the surrealists… i could make a good joke out of that one: “they didn’t have enough to go around” or something.
Now: Dripping wax melted cartoon face.

 

I had so many expense claim tetris games to play today. It was awesome. I know I’ll have at least one tomorrow. I think end of month time brings with it thoughts of reimbursement to all the little salespeople, and visions of dollar signs dance in their heads. That’s fine with me. I love being productive and having things to do that I know the process for. I also like being able to make up processes, but sometimes it can be quite tedious. I suppose I’d never thought about it before, because I’ve never been involved in this side of things (I’ve always only worked for companies already well established in their ways) but creating processes is hard work. Especially when you haven’t been trained in that area.

I have to play with Visio tomorrow, to try and figure it out. I’m self-taught in almost every computer program that I use, so I definitely have faith in my abilities. I think that computers are designed so that you can learn how to do things yourself, unless you’re part of the baby boomer generation. Mum says, “How do I get into my email? is it this big ‘E’ for Email?” (pointing at the icon for IE). I guess she was right, technically, but it wasn’t her flawed logic that made it so.

img1111.JPGA picture of Cal in his job interview stuff. Go Cal! I miss you heaps :( When the animals at the zoo have babies, I’m so coming to visit. I recommend you purchase some animal pheromones and use a spray bottle to get them all going. Then they should have babies by Spring. Wait…. that’ll happen anyway, right? Scrap that, I don’t want the animal rights activists after me. I got kind of annoyed at J & the Doctor for spreading outrageous propaganda about the plight of honey bees. Do some research GOSH! I’m glad that the beekeeper rang up and talked about how much he loved his bees. It was very heartwarming.

001.jpg How funny is this headboard? Worst headboard ever! (said in comic-book store guy voice) What is the point? I’m going to put a few random images on here just so people can randomly look at random things, like the random mattresses in the carpark of someone’s complex. No, I didn’t write about you in my blog. I bet you think this song is about you!

2000167910992805533rs.jpg Ok, a quick story about this image. I simply don’t get this comic at all. It’s not funny. It doesn’t make sense. And yet, I have it stuck up on the wall at work and it makes me laugh almost every day. I can’t explain it. It’s inexplicable.
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