i hate men who think the measure of their worth is how big their wallet is.
I hate women who only measure their worth by how big their husbands' wallet is.
I hate cats. Don't bother entering into a discussion ok. I hate cats. They stink. They kill native birds with a persistence I would admire if it was applied to pigeons n starlings. They think my house is a toilet. They will find out my house is a death zone once i get my slug gun from mum's place. the cat that shares room with us only shows me affection cuz he KNOWS I am allergic. bastard. If i wanted my curtains n lounge ripped I can do it MYSELF with a knife thank you very much. They kill native birds. They sneak around like we are too stupid to see them. They kill natice birds. They have to have litter trays. Christ on a crutch they stink. Did I mention they kill native birds? I shot the last one I saw hunting a poor bloody defenceless possum. No cat ever knew its father. Theyre all bastards in other words.
I hate drunk drivers n their whiney pissweak fucking excuses.
It is real simple fuckwit... LEAVE the car at home. It isnt rocket science n its obvious youre no fuggin genius. Should have to wear a big hat with 'ima fucking stupid moron drunk driver I MAY indeed try to kill you n yours on the road today'
I hate women who cheat then whine about men who cheat. Hypocritical moles. What goes around comes around.
I hate pepsi.
I hate stupid tv ads that basically TELL you they think youre a bloody idiot.
I hate the bloody idiots who buy products sold to them by people who call them bloody idiots to their faces. weird.
I hate people who push in front of me in a line or at the shops.
I hate the shop staff who SERVE those rude arrogant people. If they serve more than one person who pushes in I go see management n tell them I am never spending money in their store ever again n why.
I hate actors n actresses who think that because they play dress up they have the right to tell me what I should or shouldnt think. News flash. You NEVER grew up you still play dress up. Piss off out of my face. The better Roman emperors had the right idea - they executed actors that shit them.
I hate the brain dead 'Holden/Ford' crap my countrymen indulge in. They are both heaps of shite so GET over it. I especially hate the dickhead who tell ME how good whichever one they like is when the only car theyve ever driven is a 1980 XD falcon with fucked shocks n the balljoints worn out. This vast pool of automotive experience allows them to think I nknow fuck all cuz Ive driven about 300 different cars in my life, just cuz I CHOOSE to drive a Peugeot for much better reasons they they drive whatever they drive.
I hate being fat.
I hate the fact that it doesnt seem to matter what I do I'm still fat.
I hate having asthma.
I hate having to take drugs for back pain, uric acid and asthma.
I hate having a shit knee.
I love having one good knee
I love having meds i can take for asthma insteada dying.
I love having meds that stop my getting kidney stones (finally after 20 years they cure me).
I love my blue heeler billy. He is the best dog a bloke could have.
I love living where the air is clean n the water drinkable without all the shit they add in the city.
I love my car cuz the seats are like armchairs n the suspension is supple n smooth even though the shocks need changing, n it goes exactly where its pointed.
I love the feel of a squash ball coming off the strings of my racket dead centre.
I love that the gurl takes her meds n stays calm.
i love the sound of a kookaburra laughing its head off.
I love seeing galahs feeding on the side of the road.
I love wombats. Theyre the coolest creatures on the planet i reckon.
I love thunderstorms.
I love the sound of a steak sizzling on the hotplate. I love the smell of a steak sizzling on a hotplate.
I am looking forward to the warmer weather so I can go gold fossicking withthe gurl n get my legs wet traipsing round the countryside.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
drugs n why are we STILL arresting people?
hope I get most of this down in time (I have things to do people to see).
Most of western society is in what is called a 'war' on drugs. Billions spent every year in person power (doesn't have that certain 'ring' 'manpower' has eh) equipment to search for, surveill, arrest and incarcerate drug dealers and certain categories of users (depending on which country you live in).
Billions wasted while ever ONE single, central problem remains in place, in play.
The profit gained from drug running.
Does ANYONE seriously think these people traffic drugs for fun and relaxation?
They do it for MONEY. Lots and lots of money.
It seems obvious to me that regardless of the level of 'threat' perceived in individual countries (eg Singapore where they hang drug dealers, or Australia where we send them to club fed)dealers will not only survive they will earn enough cash to make the risk seem worth taking. No tax, no rivals (rub em out if they appear), all cash. Fancy cars, sexy chicks etc etc etc. Hmmm. Bit like smoking I suspect -the wont happen to me syndrome is alive n well in drug runners.
So how do we fix the problem?
Well the last statistic I saw in Australia suggested there are about 1500 heroin addicts in Sydney (I make no claims as to reliability of figures). This isnt many in a city of over 2 million. No idea how many drug dealers there are running about.
But it seems to me these poor sad individuals (addicts) suck up an inordinate amount of money in medical and policing expenses. I say treat addicts not as criminals, don't mask their addiction with OTHER, equally addictive stuff like methadone, TREAT them as if they are sick (which I believe they are), then deal properly with the root of the problem. In 12 months under the mongoose plan governments will have more than enough money to deal effectively with the medical and social issues addiction causes.
How?
Easy
Government must itself become the supplier of choice.
GIVE the addict his/her fix. Scratch the itch. Control access to the drug of choice, control dosage, and charge nothing for the fix. Government should grow their own in effect. What will happen then?
Drug dealers are basically out of business overnight. There cannot be any money if the government is GIVING the shit away. Old old rule. If you want to KILL an industry get the government involved. What dealer on the planet could afford to compete with free junk? Doesnt matter what it is - heroin, smoke, cocaine, whatever.
A couple of rules would need to be in place. Addicts would need to register. They would be given a metered dose by a registered health care professional (doctor or nurse). Now you might say that will cost extra money etc etc etc. Yes. Perhaps one extra doctor and nurse per hospital JUST to do the addicts. But they will be getting clean drugs, under medical supervision.
So what happens then?
No more mugging for drug money. Break, enter, steal offences would drop enormously. Drug related gangland killings would almost stop. In places like the USA turf wars over drugs would simply STOP happening. Basically look up EVERY crime that happens due to drug use and put a line through it. People would not have to sell themselves into prostitution. Dealers wouldnt be getting people hooked to sell them product. The spread of diseases such as hepatitus and AIDS would, I suspect, basically stop via drug use as people would not be sharing needles. Again taking load off the health service.
The poor bloody police would have more resources to chase old style crims. Car thieves, burglars etc. Customs wouldnt be so overwhelmed. All that black money going into the drug dealers' hands would instead stay in circulation in the general economy. The medical systems wouldnt have to deal with ODing idiots. Prisons would not be as over crowded. EVERYWHERE one turns one can see financial savings.
The goal is to eventually ween the poor souls off the shit. I think this could be done once the SOLE source of supply is the regulatory authority.
Once that is done fucking BAN cigarette manufacture. Those bastards kill more people in a year than any of the drug dealers EVER have. They call drug dealers purveyors of death well its cigarette companies that are the true purveyors of death. OK ok I know that will likely only drive it underground like heroin is now. Again you have to take the profit motive away.
Down the track I think billions if not trillions would be saved.
Money that could be spent on better health schooling and transport services.
Or better toys for the army/navy/airforce. Kidding KIDDING we have just about enough ways to kill each other. Farm relief. Shit the list goes on eh. No little kids dying cuz mummy is a fucking smackhead n left her methadone out where little fingers could reach cuz she was off her face.
Eventually I would hope there would be NO addicts. If you wanna try it you go to the doctor n have a hit on your day off. etc whatever.
Then we can spend some of the saved money on shitbag drunk drivers. Hire some of the now out of work drug goons to have what my brother in law calls 'Sort The Fuckers Out' tours.
But the drug problem is simple to fix. The government has to be the supplier.
It'll take a year for some effect to start to be seen maybe 5 years before the whole situation is so under control we will look back n wonder wtf we were doing beforehand.
N yes I have indeed sent this idea to the government (the PM himself actually). Unfortunately they seem horrified by the idea of actually DOING something about it rather than being SEEN to do something about it.
See it is easy to tip more money and resources at the 'problem'.But if you have not identified the actual REAL problem you are just making criminals out of a lot of sick people. Take the profit from the enterprise and the drug trade dries up. You can then set to helping the poor sods who are hooked. Simple as that.
Most of western society is in what is called a 'war' on drugs. Billions spent every year in person power (doesn't have that certain 'ring' 'manpower' has eh) equipment to search for, surveill, arrest and incarcerate drug dealers and certain categories of users (depending on which country you live in).
Billions wasted while ever ONE single, central problem remains in place, in play.
The profit gained from drug running.
Does ANYONE seriously think these people traffic drugs for fun and relaxation?
They do it for MONEY. Lots and lots of money.
It seems obvious to me that regardless of the level of 'threat' perceived in individual countries (eg Singapore where they hang drug dealers, or Australia where we send them to club fed)dealers will not only survive they will earn enough cash to make the risk seem worth taking. No tax, no rivals (rub em out if they appear), all cash. Fancy cars, sexy chicks etc etc etc. Hmmm. Bit like smoking I suspect -the wont happen to me syndrome is alive n well in drug runners.
So how do we fix the problem?
Well the last statistic I saw in Australia suggested there are about 1500 heroin addicts in Sydney (I make no claims as to reliability of figures). This isnt many in a city of over 2 million. No idea how many drug dealers there are running about.
But it seems to me these poor sad individuals (addicts) suck up an inordinate amount of money in medical and policing expenses. I say treat addicts not as criminals, don't mask their addiction with OTHER, equally addictive stuff like methadone, TREAT them as if they are sick (which I believe they are), then deal properly with the root of the problem. In 12 months under the mongoose plan governments will have more than enough money to deal effectively with the medical and social issues addiction causes.
How?
Easy
Government must itself become the supplier of choice.
GIVE the addict his/her fix. Scratch the itch. Control access to the drug of choice, control dosage, and charge nothing for the fix. Government should grow their own in effect. What will happen then?
Drug dealers are basically out of business overnight. There cannot be any money if the government is GIVING the shit away. Old old rule. If you want to KILL an industry get the government involved. What dealer on the planet could afford to compete with free junk? Doesnt matter what it is - heroin, smoke, cocaine, whatever.
A couple of rules would need to be in place. Addicts would need to register. They would be given a metered dose by a registered health care professional (doctor or nurse). Now you might say that will cost extra money etc etc etc. Yes. Perhaps one extra doctor and nurse per hospital JUST to do the addicts. But they will be getting clean drugs, under medical supervision.
So what happens then?
No more mugging for drug money. Break, enter, steal offences would drop enormously. Drug related gangland killings would almost stop. In places like the USA turf wars over drugs would simply STOP happening. Basically look up EVERY crime that happens due to drug use and put a line through it. People would not have to sell themselves into prostitution. Dealers wouldnt be getting people hooked to sell them product. The spread of diseases such as hepatitus and AIDS would, I suspect, basically stop via drug use as people would not be sharing needles. Again taking load off the health service.
The poor bloody police would have more resources to chase old style crims. Car thieves, burglars etc. Customs wouldnt be so overwhelmed. All that black money going into the drug dealers' hands would instead stay in circulation in the general economy. The medical systems wouldnt have to deal with ODing idiots. Prisons would not be as over crowded. EVERYWHERE one turns one can see financial savings.
The goal is to eventually ween the poor souls off the shit. I think this could be done once the SOLE source of supply is the regulatory authority.
Once that is done fucking BAN cigarette manufacture. Those bastards kill more people in a year than any of the drug dealers EVER have. They call drug dealers purveyors of death well its cigarette companies that are the true purveyors of death. OK ok I know that will likely only drive it underground like heroin is now. Again you have to take the profit motive away.
Down the track I think billions if not trillions would be saved.
Money that could be spent on better health schooling and transport services.
Or better toys for the army/navy/airforce. Kidding KIDDING we have just about enough ways to kill each other. Farm relief. Shit the list goes on eh. No little kids dying cuz mummy is a fucking smackhead n left her methadone out where little fingers could reach cuz she was off her face.
Eventually I would hope there would be NO addicts. If you wanna try it you go to the doctor n have a hit on your day off. etc whatever.
Then we can spend some of the saved money on shitbag drunk drivers. Hire some of the now out of work drug goons to have what my brother in law calls 'Sort The Fuckers Out' tours.
But the drug problem is simple to fix. The government has to be the supplier.
It'll take a year for some effect to start to be seen maybe 5 years before the whole situation is so under control we will look back n wonder wtf we were doing beforehand.
N yes I have indeed sent this idea to the government (the PM himself actually). Unfortunately they seem horrified by the idea of actually DOING something about it rather than being SEEN to do something about it.
See it is easy to tip more money and resources at the 'problem'.But if you have not identified the actual REAL problem you are just making criminals out of a lot of sick people. Take the profit from the enterprise and the drug trade dries up. You can then set to helping the poor sods who are hooked. Simple as that.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
i stiiiiiiill havent found what I'm looking forrrrr
Hmm my good scissors are total shite.
The loops for the fingers are too small. They feel nice in the scissoring action n appear to be nice n tight blade to blade but they dont actually CUT anything particularly well. As we (humans) have been making scissors or scissor like objects since the BLOODY BRONZE AGE Ida thought we would praps have attained the shall we say 'state of the art'? Apparently not.
I still havent found a can opener that would fulfil my requirements either.
Ie
OPENING A CAN MORE THAN ONCE (the openers not the can - I mean you could conceiveably open a can twice -it has two ends after all but why would you?) so no I havent found where I can get swiss army able-to-survive-an-atombomb-will-cook-clean-watch-footy-n-drink-beer-with-you can opener. Not that I drink beer but its the thought that counts. Come to think not that I drink at all.
The loops for the fingers are too small. They feel nice in the scissoring action n appear to be nice n tight blade to blade but they dont actually CUT anything particularly well. As we (humans) have been making scissors or scissor like objects since the BLOODY BRONZE AGE Ida thought we would praps have attained the shall we say 'state of the art'? Apparently not.
I still havent found a can opener that would fulfil my requirements either.
Ie
OPENING A CAN MORE THAN ONCE (the openers not the can - I mean you could conceiveably open a can twice -it has two ends after all but why would you?) so no I havent found where I can get swiss army able-to-survive-an-atombomb-will-cook-clean-watch-footy-n-drink-beer-with-you can opener. Not that I drink beer but its the thought that counts. Come to think not that I drink at all.
odds n sods
Played squash again last night
Two matches.
Lost the first in 4 what a surprise. Had that 'don't feel like being here, feel like I'm playing shite' feeling the entire time. I put it down to dropping a starter motor on my foot Monday and the fact I HATE point a rally scoring. Bit of a traditionalist me eh.
Then went to bathurst squash for the main comp (for me the main comp) expecting more of the same but totally surprised myself by playing rather well indeed. Weird shit form.
I would like to meet the brain dead, cranially challenged fuckstick that first thought it is a brilliant idea to put herbaceous border type vegetation in the middle of a bloody round-about. Yeah. What a move. Let's make it so NOONE can see whatthefuck is coming EVER. It is playing Russian roulette with cars. Sheer lunacy.
I'd also like to know who the grey cardigan wearing, balding, still-lives-with-mother, catches a bus to work cuz cars are so environmentally damaging (ever FOLLOWED a bus idiot?) who thought clear indicator lenses are a fantastic idea.
They ARE indeed if you work in the repair industry. It is the front indicators in particular that shit me. Can't tell if theyre on. Can't tell if theyre off. Dunno what the guy/gal is gonna do. Start to pull out n suddenly there is a flashing light n a bloke with that ' ive GOT my indicator ON dickhead' look. Yeah but when it is the same colour as your HEADLIGHT I can't really bloody TELL can I?? What EVER was wrong wit good old orange lenses? You know? The ones you can actually SEE the indicator flashing? You can clearly (heh) differentiate between headlight and indicator. Sounds too i dunno.. SAFE to me. Funny though, I never almost get cleaned up by anyone driving a car with the old stylee indicators. And I can hear that bloody kiwi accent in Dunedin purring 'ut's prubublee cuz yu dunt luuk' no kassi darling - Ive even had to resort to asking the gurl if she thinks an indicator is on or not. She actually agrees with me they are impossible to see. Sensible girl that.
hmmm there was something else wot shit me off while driving yesterday...
no.. wasnt the marked lack of sexy young things waving n offering sexual favours (though i confess that is a problem).
wasnt the dwindling number of genuine Peugeot owners around to wave to while driving (the new breed are just dickhead BMW drivers without the wallet that stretches that far - they barely know they are driving the 2nd oldest breed of car on the planet..idiots)
hell it wasnt even the number of dickheadidai (sudden Homeric urge brought about by looking at all the copies of the Iliad Ive rescued from opshops) who charge up the gutter lane at warp 6 AS the lights go red THEN swerve across in front of me to the right turn lane while slamming the brakes on. Like ... what was wrong with slowing down a hundred metres back on the amber light n changing lanes BEHIND me (seeing there was NOONE FUCKING ELSE ON THE FUCKING ROAD)?? hmm? in such a tearing hurry to stop at a red light? Forgot where you were going dear? Forgot 'gee i have to turn right at these lights I'll take the GUTTER lane' (for north american viewers transpose left for right) Makes perfect sense to me if you assume the driver is a total fucking suicidal moron.
But even that egregious assault on my calm state of mind is not what shit me.
Ive done trucks running red lights (restrain me someone).
Not even idiots who wait until the light is almost red before pulling away thus preventing ANYONE else from getting through the intersection (though I think that should be a tyre slashing key down the flanks offence).
hmmm
I think I'm most miffed by the lack of nubile young things offering sexual favours actually. yes yes thats it. Girls I'm not getting any younger ok. You need to act now to avoid disapointment. Stocks ARE limited. I dont even require payment. Though feeding n the occasional back rub would be nice.
damn my foot hurts :/
lesson there younguns
DONT drop starter motors anywhere near your poor precious foot. stupid thing *kicks painful foot with nonpainful foot*
ok that was stupid
Hah my doctor is so sweet
she rang on friday rather concerned with my 'abnormal liver test results' this in what has to be the sweetest voice you will EVER hear on a telephone line. I love litening to her. So I book in n toddle off yesterday to check my abnormal liver test results. Then spent 20 minutes explaining how it was actually a wonderful result given two years ago the number under discussion was 304 where the normal range was 25 - 80 and it is now 118 down from the May test at 126 (I dont understand what the numbers test just that 304 bad craig bad! 118 is a wonderful improvement). See she wasnt my doctor when this bloody liver problem started. Ive had a few but it seemed they were all on a 6 month rotation or some such so one day I got the shits n said to the delightful girl who runs the receptionists 'look get me in with one of the permanent docs, female preferably cuz the gurl will wanna see her too n I think maybe she would be more comfortable with a female doc' n voila it was done. So after 30 minutes or so it was 'well keep doing what youre doing it seems to be working'
eat pizza? maccas? no seriously.
Two matches.
Lost the first in 4 what a surprise. Had that 'don't feel like being here, feel like I'm playing shite' feeling the entire time. I put it down to dropping a starter motor on my foot Monday and the fact I HATE point a rally scoring. Bit of a traditionalist me eh.
Then went to bathurst squash for the main comp (for me the main comp) expecting more of the same but totally surprised myself by playing rather well indeed. Weird shit form.
I would like to meet the brain dead, cranially challenged fuckstick that first thought it is a brilliant idea to put herbaceous border type vegetation in the middle of a bloody round-about. Yeah. What a move. Let's make it so NOONE can see whatthefuck is coming EVER. It is playing Russian roulette with cars. Sheer lunacy.
I'd also like to know who the grey cardigan wearing, balding, still-lives-with-mother, catches a bus to work cuz cars are so environmentally damaging (ever FOLLOWED a bus idiot?) who thought clear indicator lenses are a fantastic idea.
They ARE indeed if you work in the repair industry. It is the front indicators in particular that shit me. Can't tell if theyre on. Can't tell if theyre off. Dunno what the guy/gal is gonna do. Start to pull out n suddenly there is a flashing light n a bloke with that ' ive GOT my indicator ON dickhead' look. Yeah but when it is the same colour as your HEADLIGHT I can't really bloody TELL can I?? What EVER was wrong wit good old orange lenses? You know? The ones you can actually SEE the indicator flashing? You can clearly (heh) differentiate between headlight and indicator. Sounds too i dunno.. SAFE to me. Funny though, I never almost get cleaned up by anyone driving a car with the old stylee indicators. And I can hear that bloody kiwi accent in Dunedin purring 'ut's prubublee cuz yu dunt luuk' no kassi darling - Ive even had to resort to asking the gurl if she thinks an indicator is on or not. She actually agrees with me they are impossible to see. Sensible girl that.
hmmm there was something else wot shit me off while driving yesterday...
no.. wasnt the marked lack of sexy young things waving n offering sexual favours (though i confess that is a problem).
wasnt the dwindling number of genuine Peugeot owners around to wave to while driving (the new breed are just dickhead BMW drivers without the wallet that stretches that far - they barely know they are driving the 2nd oldest breed of car on the planet..idiots)
hell it wasnt even the number of dickheadidai (sudden Homeric urge brought about by looking at all the copies of the Iliad Ive rescued from opshops) who charge up the gutter lane at warp 6 AS the lights go red THEN swerve across in front of me to the right turn lane while slamming the brakes on. Like ... what was wrong with slowing down a hundred metres back on the amber light n changing lanes BEHIND me (seeing there was NOONE FUCKING ELSE ON THE FUCKING ROAD)?? hmm? in such a tearing hurry to stop at a red light? Forgot where you were going dear? Forgot 'gee i have to turn right at these lights I'll take the GUTTER lane' (for north american viewers transpose left for right) Makes perfect sense to me if you assume the driver is a total fucking suicidal moron.
But even that egregious assault on my calm state of mind is not what shit me.
Ive done trucks running red lights (restrain me someone).
Not even idiots who wait until the light is almost red before pulling away thus preventing ANYONE else from getting through the intersection (though I think that should be a tyre slashing key down the flanks offence).
hmmm
I think I'm most miffed by the lack of nubile young things offering sexual favours actually. yes yes thats it. Girls I'm not getting any younger ok. You need to act now to avoid disapointment. Stocks ARE limited. I dont even require payment. Though feeding n the occasional back rub would be nice.
damn my foot hurts :/
lesson there younguns
DONT drop starter motors anywhere near your poor precious foot. stupid thing *kicks painful foot with nonpainful foot*
ok that was stupid
Hah my doctor is so sweet
she rang on friday rather concerned with my 'abnormal liver test results' this in what has to be the sweetest voice you will EVER hear on a telephone line. I love litening to her. So I book in n toddle off yesterday to check my abnormal liver test results. Then spent 20 minutes explaining how it was actually a wonderful result given two years ago the number under discussion was 304 where the normal range was 25 - 80 and it is now 118 down from the May test at 126 (I dont understand what the numbers test just that 304 bad craig bad! 118 is a wonderful improvement). See she wasnt my doctor when this bloody liver problem started. Ive had a few but it seemed they were all on a 6 month rotation or some such so one day I got the shits n said to the delightful girl who runs the receptionists 'look get me in with one of the permanent docs, female preferably cuz the gurl will wanna see her too n I think maybe she would be more comfortable with a female doc' n voila it was done. So after 30 minutes or so it was 'well keep doing what youre doing it seems to be working'
eat pizza? maccas? no seriously.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
orright orright dahdaaa what shits me about wimmins not in 2000 werds
Due to popular demand....
drum roll please ....
I will give you an example by way of indicating what shits me about wiimmin these days ( and I'm nt going down the lying, cheating etc etc road either though I have plenty of cause to).
There is an advert here on tv. Woohoo I hear echo in NZ Canadia n Qld. It features a woman. We are clearly supposed to assume she is a housewife. I would say about 30yo. Attractive. Sitting on the floor in her sunroom sipping coffee while a plumber fixes something. What she is actually doing is dreaming she is on a tropical island somewhere, while sipping the coffee.
She is in what looks like a half million dollar house, doing jack shit (cept housework)and her lifestyle STILL isnt satisfactory. IF she was at work on a break drinking coffee n daydreaming then fair enough I say.
Yep I know it is not so much what the irrational half of the species does that annoys but rather how they are portrayed in popular media. However youve only got to sit n listen to some rich bitch whinge about how crap her life is (doesnt work, plays tennis every day, gets a manicure thrice weekly, weekends at the snow,cheats on hubby with the tennis coach AND the masseur, but never has ANY 'her' time).
I never heard my mother complain about having a big expensive house, fancy car, tennis with the girls n enough money to do what she wanted during the day. I suspect she KNEW she was on a good wicket. Came from a family that didnt have much money (not dirt poor but not wealthy). Never heard any of my aunts complain either.
I suspect the whingers come from wealthier backgrounds, are accustomed to a certain lifestyle n dont like it when they find out money doesnt magically appear each week. Likewise she didnt complain when things got tough.
Someone on saras blog mentioned a valid point too regarding medical issues. When it is a fella we are supposed just suck it up n go submit to whatever devilry the docs what to inflict on us. If we complain about the uncomfortable (read PAINFUL) intrusive nature of the procedure we are wimps. Sometimes I wonder if the ladies want a bloody MEDAL for going to the doctor for what is a routine exam. It is YOUR life. A couple of minutes of embarrassment and discomfit once a year. Get over it. You think I LIKE having a hand stuck up my arse? I walk funny for a week. *shudder*
The initial discussion started regarding education on cervical cancer. Someone wanted to broadcast their examination on NZ radio. I reckon that was not and is not an appropriate forum. It smacked of a stunt. There was some hoohah about it being important to educate people blah blah. the female bloggers all seemed to think it a wonderful idea.
Ladies it was a stunt. You have to also respect the right of the station manager to decide what he/she thinks is appropriate content for the time slot. In fact that person has the right to say yay or nay to ANYTHING they want to put to air. The fact it was a female issue just politicised the non issue. And if you disagree you are seen as some sort of unthinking uncaring primitive. That female broadcaster wasnt trying to 'educate' anyone. She was trying to SHOCK listeners. If she was serious about raising the topic she would have chosen a less confronting methodology. Like discussing the issues with her cohost.
disagreeing with something like this can cause one to be labeled.
I personally think cervical and breast cancer needs to be tested for at the appropriate intervals. Thats it. Women know they are at risk. If they DON'T know this by now then the millions spent on calm clear educational adverts on tv, radio and in print have been wasted. Some idot shock jock broadcasting her cervical scrape on breakfast radio is not going to make someone suddenly say 'i better go DO that'. Unless you were already feeling guilty cuz you knew you should but hadnt. Praps it might work at that level.
I doubt if the male host said 'I think I shall broadcast live my prostate examination' that the station manager would have said 'oh sure lets get a film crew in too' I suspect he/she would have said the same as he/she said on the cervical exam. to wit 'errrr no'. For the same reason. It is cheap sensationalism. The fact I think it that does NOT mean I think prostate cancer is unimportant. Nor that testing for prostate cancer is unimportant.
I don't want to hear their heart bipass op on radio live either. Doesnt mean i laugh at the idea of heart disease. I found out today an old friend died last month from heart disease. Glad I had that ECG last week (n i DIDNT need some idiot on the radio to TELL me to do it). Time n place. thats all.
I have a sneaking suspicion all this 'education' is a touch counterproductive sometimes or flat out doesnt work. If it did NOONE in their right bloody minds would still be making tobacco companies richer n richer. The death peddling scum suckers. Yes Ima reformed smoker. nearly 4 years now. Tobacco advertising in Australia has been banned for over 20 years (more like 30 I think I was only a kid when it stopped). We have had 'education' on the evils of smoking for a similar period. Doesnt seem to STOP people smoking. Hell the hacking cough in the morning, shitty breath, lack of fitness etc doesnt seem to stop them. So clearly the education isnt working. I stopped because I stopped being stupid one day. if it takes 20 years for the adverts to sink in it is bloody poor. I got sick of being sick basically. That 4000th advert showing some poor bugger with lung cancer didnt make me stop. I KNOW it causes lung cancer. Ive known since BEFORE I started smoking. I think youd have to be living under a ROCK in The GObi not to know.
Breast cancer testing is important. Cervical cancer testing is important. Prostate testing is important. Go get tested. Discuss it with your partner and your children if you have them. Don't let some shock jock both manipulate your concerns and hijack the subject for the facile purpose of increased ratings. Her actions should be seen as an insult to women generally (most advertising is grossly insulting to women generally). Don't let someone tell you you are too stupid to understand the issues unless she takes a microphone to the exam.
And dont get the shits with some poor fat white bloke who thinks youre all actually smart enough to think for yourselves even if he seems to constantly get proof to the contrary. youre NOT headless chooks. Youre NOT living in Victorian times. You dont need someone with questionable motives and the moral/ethical ideas of a snake telling you what to do. You know whats right so bloody DO it.
I now flee to my hideyhole.
drum roll please ....
I will give you an example by way of indicating what shits me about wiimmin these days ( and I'm nt going down the lying, cheating etc etc road either though I have plenty of cause to).
There is an advert here on tv. Woohoo I hear echo in NZ Canadia n Qld. It features a woman. We are clearly supposed to assume she is a housewife. I would say about 30yo. Attractive. Sitting on the floor in her sunroom sipping coffee while a plumber fixes something. What she is actually doing is dreaming she is on a tropical island somewhere, while sipping the coffee.
She is in what looks like a half million dollar house, doing jack shit (cept housework)and her lifestyle STILL isnt satisfactory. IF she was at work on a break drinking coffee n daydreaming then fair enough I say.
Yep I know it is not so much what the irrational half of the species does that annoys but rather how they are portrayed in popular media. However youve only got to sit n listen to some rich bitch whinge about how crap her life is (doesnt work, plays tennis every day, gets a manicure thrice weekly, weekends at the snow,cheats on hubby with the tennis coach AND the masseur, but never has ANY 'her' time).
I never heard my mother complain about having a big expensive house, fancy car, tennis with the girls n enough money to do what she wanted during the day. I suspect she KNEW she was on a good wicket. Came from a family that didnt have much money (not dirt poor but not wealthy). Never heard any of my aunts complain either.
I suspect the whingers come from wealthier backgrounds, are accustomed to a certain lifestyle n dont like it when they find out money doesnt magically appear each week. Likewise she didnt complain when things got tough.
Someone on saras blog mentioned a valid point too regarding medical issues. When it is a fella we are supposed just suck it up n go submit to whatever devilry the docs what to inflict on us. If we complain about the uncomfortable (read PAINFUL) intrusive nature of the procedure we are wimps. Sometimes I wonder if the ladies want a bloody MEDAL for going to the doctor for what is a routine exam. It is YOUR life. A couple of minutes of embarrassment and discomfit once a year. Get over it. You think I LIKE having a hand stuck up my arse? I walk funny for a week. *shudder*
The initial discussion started regarding education on cervical cancer. Someone wanted to broadcast their examination on NZ radio. I reckon that was not and is not an appropriate forum. It smacked of a stunt. There was some hoohah about it being important to educate people blah blah. the female bloggers all seemed to think it a wonderful idea.
Ladies it was a stunt. You have to also respect the right of the station manager to decide what he/she thinks is appropriate content for the time slot. In fact that person has the right to say yay or nay to ANYTHING they want to put to air. The fact it was a female issue just politicised the non issue. And if you disagree you are seen as some sort of unthinking uncaring primitive. That female broadcaster wasnt trying to 'educate' anyone. She was trying to SHOCK listeners. If she was serious about raising the topic she would have chosen a less confronting methodology. Like discussing the issues with her cohost.
disagreeing with something like this can cause one to be labeled.
I personally think cervical and breast cancer needs to be tested for at the appropriate intervals. Thats it. Women know they are at risk. If they DON'T know this by now then the millions spent on calm clear educational adverts on tv, radio and in print have been wasted. Some idot shock jock broadcasting her cervical scrape on breakfast radio is not going to make someone suddenly say 'i better go DO that'. Unless you were already feeling guilty cuz you knew you should but hadnt. Praps it might work at that level.
I doubt if the male host said 'I think I shall broadcast live my prostate examination' that the station manager would have said 'oh sure lets get a film crew in too' I suspect he/she would have said the same as he/she said on the cervical exam. to wit 'errrr no'. For the same reason. It is cheap sensationalism. The fact I think it that does NOT mean I think prostate cancer is unimportant. Nor that testing for prostate cancer is unimportant.
I don't want to hear their heart bipass op on radio live either. Doesnt mean i laugh at the idea of heart disease. I found out today an old friend died last month from heart disease. Glad I had that ECG last week (n i DIDNT need some idiot on the radio to TELL me to do it). Time n place. thats all.
I have a sneaking suspicion all this 'education' is a touch counterproductive sometimes or flat out doesnt work. If it did NOONE in their right bloody minds would still be making tobacco companies richer n richer. The death peddling scum suckers. Yes Ima reformed smoker. nearly 4 years now. Tobacco advertising in Australia has been banned for over 20 years (more like 30 I think I was only a kid when it stopped). We have had 'education' on the evils of smoking for a similar period. Doesnt seem to STOP people smoking. Hell the hacking cough in the morning, shitty breath, lack of fitness etc doesnt seem to stop them. So clearly the education isnt working. I stopped because I stopped being stupid one day. if it takes 20 years for the adverts to sink in it is bloody poor. I got sick of being sick basically. That 4000th advert showing some poor bugger with lung cancer didnt make me stop. I KNOW it causes lung cancer. Ive known since BEFORE I started smoking. I think youd have to be living under a ROCK in The GObi not to know.
Breast cancer testing is important. Cervical cancer testing is important. Prostate testing is important. Go get tested. Discuss it with your partner and your children if you have them. Don't let some shock jock both manipulate your concerns and hijack the subject for the facile purpose of increased ratings. Her actions should be seen as an insult to women generally (most advertising is grossly insulting to women generally). Don't let someone tell you you are too stupid to understand the issues unless she takes a microphone to the exam.
And dont get the shits with some poor fat white bloke who thinks youre all actually smart enough to think for yourselves even if he seems to constantly get proof to the contrary. youre NOT headless chooks. Youre NOT living in Victorian times. You dont need someone with questionable motives and the moral/ethical ideas of a snake telling you what to do. You know whats right so bloody DO it.
I now flee to my hideyhole.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
bloody hell starter motors are heavy
Bloody hell starter motors are heavy when you drop one on your foot.
Yep
clumsy mongoose strikes again.
Please send money to the 'save goose from himself' fund
goddamnit my foot hurts.
Oh and yes my car needed a new starter motor. Bloody thing. Hadnt quite turned its toes up just yet but unlike 95% of the motoring population I practice preventative maintenance. Or rather dad does. I have 10 thumbs. The way I played squash last night proved it too.
Shocking
simply shocking.
didnt help I could hardly stand up heh.
Oh nutha thing I learnt (it took a while but I'm stubborn). If you are familiar with the 'noodles' you can buy for use in a pool (long sausage like foam device for flotation). Well we use them in aqua aerobics. One of the exercises involves two people sitting on one noodle facing away from each other then they start breast stroking (no rocky not fondling boobies). The aim is to drag your opponent down the pool. Men cannot do this exercise unless they ENJOY being continuously bashed in the nuts by the noodle. I had to delicately raise this point with the young n very attractive instructor (yes rocky in the hope she would offer to rub/kiss it better - she didnt)who , being female, had never even thought about the possible effects (i know why the girls enjoy this exercise, conversely).
So I'm innocently downloading some porn n i start getting exception errors
stupid puter. I happen to mention this fact to the exgf (with whom I was chatting on msn) n she said 'serves you right ya perv'! is this fair? didnt even get to SEE the blonde in the leather maids' uniform! ripped off
So I spent today cleaning the house. Yeah yeah you can PACK up laughing Lisa. Dunno what the wimmin whinge about. Anyone would think housework is hard to listen to the female of the species.
Wow
wipe benches n cupboard doors. squirt squirt wipe wipe.
wash dishes itd be hard with a broken hand.
I did 4 loads of laundry. Shit this washing clothes caper is tough. put shit in washing machine/put powder in/turn on. God I dunno how they manage really.I mean in my grandmothers day sure wshing the clothes was bloody hard yakka. I can SEE that. But so was shearing 300 sheep a day (my grandfather was a gun shearer). Dont think he ever whined about it though. Oh yeah then I vacuumed. AND tidied the yard. swept the paths, raked the yard for bits of shit (non turd variety) the dog drags about. Cleaned his bed area. played with the poor lonely fella for a bit. Helped dad with the car (though I suspect I was more in the way than anything). THEN we went round the opshops looking for shit dad can cart to a swap meet n flog.
Ima mop the floors b4 I go to bed tonight. its a doddle housework. If i could be ARSED actually planning it i reckon mebbe 20 minutes a DAY tops (Id stagger the tasking). But I did it all today cuz the real estate is inspecting tomorrow.
And I wanted more 'me' time. I have to wash fairly frequently because I do gym every day, then generally I play squash that afternoon.. atleast 3 times per week anyway. Generally 5. So the ole maytag gets a workout. I reckon kids might keep ya busy while theyre awake mebbe. But I say this... If you WANTED them pack up whinging about em. You got what you wanted. Deal.
heh
Yep
clumsy mongoose strikes again.
Please send money to the 'save goose from himself' fund
goddamnit my foot hurts.
Oh and yes my car needed a new starter motor. Bloody thing. Hadnt quite turned its toes up just yet but unlike 95% of the motoring population I practice preventative maintenance. Or rather dad does. I have 10 thumbs. The way I played squash last night proved it too.
Shocking
simply shocking.
didnt help I could hardly stand up heh.
Oh nutha thing I learnt (it took a while but I'm stubborn). If you are familiar with the 'noodles' you can buy for use in a pool (long sausage like foam device for flotation). Well we use them in aqua aerobics. One of the exercises involves two people sitting on one noodle facing away from each other then they start breast stroking (no rocky not fondling boobies). The aim is to drag your opponent down the pool. Men cannot do this exercise unless they ENJOY being continuously bashed in the nuts by the noodle. I had to delicately raise this point with the young n very attractive instructor (yes rocky in the hope she would offer to rub/kiss it better - she didnt)who , being female, had never even thought about the possible effects (i know why the girls enjoy this exercise, conversely).
So I'm innocently downloading some porn n i start getting exception errors
stupid puter. I happen to mention this fact to the exgf (with whom I was chatting on msn) n she said 'serves you right ya perv'! is this fair? didnt even get to SEE the blonde in the leather maids' uniform! ripped off
So I spent today cleaning the house. Yeah yeah you can PACK up laughing Lisa. Dunno what the wimmin whinge about. Anyone would think housework is hard to listen to the female of the species.
Wow
wipe benches n cupboard doors. squirt squirt wipe wipe.
wash dishes itd be hard with a broken hand.
I did 4 loads of laundry. Shit this washing clothes caper is tough. put shit in washing machine/put powder in/turn on. God I dunno how they manage really.I mean in my grandmothers day sure wshing the clothes was bloody hard yakka. I can SEE that. But so was shearing 300 sheep a day (my grandfather was a gun shearer). Dont think he ever whined about it though. Oh yeah then I vacuumed. AND tidied the yard. swept the paths, raked the yard for bits of shit (non turd variety) the dog drags about. Cleaned his bed area. played with the poor lonely fella for a bit. Helped dad with the car (though I suspect I was more in the way than anything). THEN we went round the opshops looking for shit dad can cart to a swap meet n flog.
Ima mop the floors b4 I go to bed tonight. its a doddle housework. If i could be ARSED actually planning it i reckon mebbe 20 minutes a DAY tops (Id stagger the tasking). But I did it all today cuz the real estate is inspecting tomorrow.
And I wanted more 'me' time. I have to wash fairly frequently because I do gym every day, then generally I play squash that afternoon.. atleast 3 times per week anyway. Generally 5. So the ole maytag gets a workout. I reckon kids might keep ya busy while theyre awake mebbe. But I say this... If you WANTED them pack up whinging about em. You got what you wanted. Deal.
heh
Thursday, September 15, 2005
goddamnit
shit shit shit
I had JUST bloody written a 2000 word rant about why women shit me
went to hit 'publish' n had an exception fault n had to reboot.
so youll just have to wait.
stupid piece of shit computer.
I have to go to the doctors now n see if I have lymph cancer.
Think I'm scared?
you bloody bet
I'm sick of finding new stuff to be shit scared about.
Sometimes I think it would be just easier in the long run to bloody die n get it over with.
I had JUST bloody written a 2000 word rant about why women shit me
went to hit 'publish' n had an exception fault n had to reboot.
so youll just have to wait.
stupid piece of shit computer.
I have to go to the doctors now n see if I have lymph cancer.
Think I'm scared?
you bloody bet
I'm sick of finding new stuff to be shit scared about.
Sometimes I think it would be just easier in the long run to bloody die n get it over with.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
So The Bloody Poms Have FINALLY Done It (and whatever else I can think of)
Well It only took from 1989 to now thats what? 16 years?
They finally got The Ashes back poor dears.
What it means is any bloody whinging pom I have to talk to until we slap them down again will be insufferable. Even my pommy mate.
It wont matter they struggled even to beat what amounted to a 3 man team (the other 8 were f*** near useless).
It wont matter to them that we near bloody WON the two tests THEY won. None of it will matter. They will piss on about the closest series in years n years etc n how finally England has a team to be proud of etc etc. Still nearly got run down by possibly the worst performing Australian cricket team since about 1984 (our lot were SHOCKING back then). Well good on them. Hope they choke.
HEH
I played squash last night (comp). Won 3/0. It is a strange fact but true that every ttime I play on court 3 i can SEE my legs (ergo i know they are present n accounted for) but I cant FEEL them. Weirdest thing. I can feel my feet - theyre the leaden lumps down at ground / floor level. I feel tired even before the game starts even though mentally I feel fine. As I say its only EVER court 3 that produces this effect -like the air is different or theres magnets under the floor whatever. I won anyway. Girl I played was a fair whippet too (I dont mean shes a dog - I mean she was/is FAST). Luckily I was striking the ball rather nicely last night which is good cuz I have to play the bloke who brained me last week THIS wednesday again (I substitute on wednesday cuz I hurt my hand a while back n etc etc nm). As I played liike SHITE last week I'm hoping for a touch of the ole revenge.
Since our last time togethers reader Ive been:
Punched in the face for asking a bloke to slow down in a supermarket parking lot. Cops got him I think. Bastard. Ya know society is in trouble when people like that are wandering about belting people for making reasonable requests. So for a few days I didnt feel like typing shit.
spent 12 hours in a car with my dad rescuing his trailer which had lost a wheel bloody MILES from anywhere. This also involved laying on the side of what is maybe Australias' busiest highway buggerising about with the trailer. So nothing typed that day or the next (I slept most of the next day).
Been to my nannas' 80th birthday. which also involved heaps of driving. Same deal that took basically 3 days over the weekend (I had to go the folks' place the night b4 n then crash there that night too b4 coming home day 3)
Hah my dog LOVES going to mums place. Wonder why
could it be an actual KENNEL to sleep in (yes they have a guest kennel for my dog and my sisters dog). Could it be the copious dog treats mum hands out? Could it be mum lets him inside cuz HER dog is allowed inside? He isnt allowed inside at home n he knows it. Could it be the air conditioning ? I know when we got home sunday afternoon he flat out didnt want to get out of the car. No wanted to go back to mums didnt he. Sat there looking at me with those big brown doggy eyes (where DO they learn that?)then the little whimper n longing gaze east towards Windsor. Then once he is out the sad hang dog look while he lays on the doggy bed mum bought cuz 'the poor thing has to lay on *4 layers of carpet/a foam pad/3 blankets* he needs a bed' He still isnt talking to me. Barely brings me his Kong Toy to throw for him. Sook. Sposed to be a blue heeler. Toughest dog on the planet. This is the dog that used to sleep in the snow at Oberon. I mean we would find him asleep covered in snow. Just a lump in the snow. Now has to have a bloody BED. The shame the shame.
The gurl has been away at her parents for almost 2 weeks now (that is what soaked up blogging time the weekend b4 - they came up on the friday to get her n left sunday).
God its boring being alone without work etc. Just gym squash gym squash. Oh wait... pretty girls at both hehehehehehehehe woohoo pity Ima fat ugly old creep eh.
seeyas soon eh
They finally got The Ashes back poor dears.
What it means is any bloody whinging pom I have to talk to until we slap them down again will be insufferable. Even my pommy mate.
It wont matter they struggled even to beat what amounted to a 3 man team (the other 8 were f*** near useless).
It wont matter to them that we near bloody WON the two tests THEY won. None of it will matter. They will piss on about the closest series in years n years etc n how finally England has a team to be proud of etc etc. Still nearly got run down by possibly the worst performing Australian cricket team since about 1984 (our lot were SHOCKING back then). Well good on them. Hope they choke.
HEH
I played squash last night (comp). Won 3/0. It is a strange fact but true that every ttime I play on court 3 i can SEE my legs (ergo i know they are present n accounted for) but I cant FEEL them. Weirdest thing. I can feel my feet - theyre the leaden lumps down at ground / floor level. I feel tired even before the game starts even though mentally I feel fine. As I say its only EVER court 3 that produces this effect -like the air is different or theres magnets under the floor whatever. I won anyway. Girl I played was a fair whippet too (I dont mean shes a dog - I mean she was/is FAST). Luckily I was striking the ball rather nicely last night which is good cuz I have to play the bloke who brained me last week THIS wednesday again (I substitute on wednesday cuz I hurt my hand a while back n etc etc nm). As I played liike SHITE last week I'm hoping for a touch of the ole revenge.
Since our last time togethers reader Ive been:
Punched in the face for asking a bloke to slow down in a supermarket parking lot. Cops got him I think. Bastard. Ya know society is in trouble when people like that are wandering about belting people for making reasonable requests. So for a few days I didnt feel like typing shit.
spent 12 hours in a car with my dad rescuing his trailer which had lost a wheel bloody MILES from anywhere. This also involved laying on the side of what is maybe Australias' busiest highway buggerising about with the trailer. So nothing typed that day or the next (I slept most of the next day).
Been to my nannas' 80th birthday. which also involved heaps of driving. Same deal that took basically 3 days over the weekend (I had to go the folks' place the night b4 n then crash there that night too b4 coming home day 3)
Hah my dog LOVES going to mums place. Wonder why
could it be an actual KENNEL to sleep in (yes they have a guest kennel for my dog and my sisters dog). Could it be the copious dog treats mum hands out? Could it be mum lets him inside cuz HER dog is allowed inside? He isnt allowed inside at home n he knows it. Could it be the air conditioning ? I know when we got home sunday afternoon he flat out didnt want to get out of the car. No wanted to go back to mums didnt he. Sat there looking at me with those big brown doggy eyes (where DO they learn that?)then the little whimper n longing gaze east towards Windsor. Then once he is out the sad hang dog look while he lays on the doggy bed mum bought cuz 'the poor thing has to lay on *4 layers of carpet/a foam pad/3 blankets* he needs a bed' He still isnt talking to me. Barely brings me his Kong Toy to throw for him. Sook. Sposed to be a blue heeler. Toughest dog on the planet. This is the dog that used to sleep in the snow at Oberon. I mean we would find him asleep covered in snow. Just a lump in the snow. Now has to have a bloody BED. The shame the shame.
The gurl has been away at her parents for almost 2 weeks now (that is what soaked up blogging time the weekend b4 - they came up on the friday to get her n left sunday).
God its boring being alone without work etc. Just gym squash gym squash. Oh wait... pretty girls at both hehehehehehehehe woohoo pity Ima fat ugly old creep eh.
seeyas soon eh
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