Don’t you hate it when you sneeze, forget to cover your mouth and you snot on the computer screen. It now means that I now have to clean the screen and I was hoping to put it off til I could be bothered. Damn it.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Pearl Jam
Pearl Jam, yay, Pearl Jam!!! I saw them in concert the other night, and fuck me, they still sound shit hot, even after all these years! My grunge roots came to the fore this evening, lemme tell you! It was most excellent seeing them live - Eddie Vedder’s voice still has that gravel range that we expect from him, and the way he holds his hands, like a cerebral palsy victim. Ahhh, it takes me back. Back to the days of my late teens and early twenties. I might be older, more cynical, experienced and maybe a little wiser, but the music took me back. Listening to their songs reminded me of things, people and places that are my past and how it has shaped my future. You guys still fucking rock!!!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Toilet Humour
You know you are having a cracker of a time searching on the internet, when you stumble upon a web site all about the where about of public toilets (along with rate my dick, the missing sex scenes from pride and prejudice and a ‘dismember me plush zombie’ – I have varied choices of viewing, and weirdly enough, these page results came about cause I was looking for cemeteries. Odd. )
As I was saying, public toilets. Now, as one who has had no hesitation about where I pee when desperate, this came as a somewhat revelation to my bladder. All this time I have squatted and nearly fell over in rocky terrain, hoped I was never bitten on the arse by a snake and hoping against hope that I never peed on a bull ants nest (this has happened to a friend and I nearly wet myself laughing, though she never saw the funny side), and all I had to do was search this site to be told where all the public loos are in Australia. Yessiree, its federal web site. Nice to know where my tax dollars are going. I can even log into this site to see what I have saved from previous trips (man that sounds so wrong on so many levels!), plan a trip (all around toilets, yay!), and display your toilets, places and searches. It’s like a fucked up ‘choose your own adventure’. Why hadn’t I found this bloody site when I went to Tasmania? It would’ve saved me a whole lotta bladder pain and scouting for the perfect place to pee. You know what I mean? Making sure that there was no one else around, making sure that there was gonna be no trucks or other cars going past and spotting my exposed lily white arse cheeks and most of all, trying not to piss on my own foot. The bain of every woman while travelling and camping. They need a website showing you how not to piss on your own foot. Scratch that last sentence, I just googled ‘how not to pee on your own foot’ –result is this
http://www.ehow.com/how_2309540_pee-woods-keep-dignity.html
Hmmm, I obviously have been doing wrong all these fuckin years. But that’s the key, dignity. Of which I must have none. I must have lost it many years ago, cause I kept pissing on my own foot. At least I don’t have athletes’ foot - lots of piss smelling shoes, but no dignity and athletes foot. It’s a trade off I am willing to make for the greater good of me. Men piss on their own feet too, ok so they are drunk and their aim is shite at times, but they have been known to piss on the old foot falcon too. Lucky bastards though, being able to pee standing up, write their name in the snow (when women try, they end doing moves like a Mr Whippy ice cream machine!), how high up a wall can you pee contests and trying to hit items that are far away or bobbing up and down in water. Unless you are that unfortunate bloke that got bitten on the willy by a brown snake in Northern Queensland. All men cringed and grabbed their dicks and moaned, while women had a laugh. Hehe just another day in sunny Queensland.
Anyways, the moral of the story is, he should’ve looked up this federally funded site, and found out where all the public dunnies are. Would’ve saved a WHOLE lot of embarrassment and ribbing from his mates.
For your viewing pleasure, go to http://www.toiletmap.gov.au/default.aspx
As I was saying, public toilets. Now, as one who has had no hesitation about where I pee when desperate, this came as a somewhat revelation to my bladder. All this time I have squatted and nearly fell over in rocky terrain, hoped I was never bitten on the arse by a snake and hoping against hope that I never peed on a bull ants nest (this has happened to a friend and I nearly wet myself laughing, though she never saw the funny side), and all I had to do was search this site to be told where all the public loos are in Australia. Yessiree, its federal web site. Nice to know where my tax dollars are going. I can even log into this site to see what I have saved from previous trips (man that sounds so wrong on so many levels!), plan a trip (all around toilets, yay!), and display your toilets, places and searches. It’s like a fucked up ‘choose your own adventure’. Why hadn’t I found this bloody site when I went to Tasmania? It would’ve saved me a whole lotta bladder pain and scouting for the perfect place to pee. You know what I mean? Making sure that there was no one else around, making sure that there was gonna be no trucks or other cars going past and spotting my exposed lily white arse cheeks and most of all, trying not to piss on my own foot. The bain of every woman while travelling and camping. They need a website showing you how not to piss on your own foot. Scratch that last sentence, I just googled ‘how not to pee on your own foot’ –result is this
http://www.ehow.com/how_2309540_pee-woods-keep-dignity.html
Hmmm, I obviously have been doing wrong all these fuckin years. But that’s the key, dignity. Of which I must have none. I must have lost it many years ago, cause I kept pissing on my own foot. At least I don’t have athletes’ foot - lots of piss smelling shoes, but no dignity and athletes foot. It’s a trade off I am willing to make for the greater good of me. Men piss on their own feet too, ok so they are drunk and their aim is shite at times, but they have been known to piss on the old foot falcon too. Lucky bastards though, being able to pee standing up, write their name in the snow (when women try, they end doing moves like a Mr Whippy ice cream machine!), how high up a wall can you pee contests and trying to hit items that are far away or bobbing up and down in water. Unless you are that unfortunate bloke that got bitten on the willy by a brown snake in Northern Queensland. All men cringed and grabbed their dicks and moaned, while women had a laugh. Hehe just another day in sunny Queensland.
Anyways, the moral of the story is, he should’ve looked up this federally funded site, and found out where all the public dunnies are. Would’ve saved a WHOLE lot of embarrassment and ribbing from his mates.
For your viewing pleasure, go to http://www.toiletmap.gov.au/default.aspx
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Miss Midnyte has a dolly who is up the duff
Shit on a stick - you can find, buy and sell any amount of crap on eBay. One is constantly awestruck by the amount of stuff that is for sale. Picture it, its two in the morning, and the insomnia goblin has struck again. You are looking at random shite on the internet, and you decide to go to eBay, and type random words into the search line. You type in ‘pregnant doll’, cause you feel like it, and lo and behold there are a few listings for pregnant dolls. You see a barbie knock off and you think to yourself ‘I need a pregnant dolly for my art’. So you buy her. $15 later, you are now the proud owner of a knock off knocked up barbie type thing called Steffi – and when she arrives in the post, you cannot for the life of you remember what you wanted her for. Stupid two in the morning ideas.
Here are some pics of Steffi and Boniface ...
Here are some pics of Steffi and Boniface ...
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Yelp Day
Have you ever had one of those days when you look in the mirror and you actually yelp at the sight of yourself, so you studiously ignore and avoid all mirrors and reflective surfaces for the day? Mirrors suck
Friday, November 13, 2009
Happy Birthday
Today was my niece’s 6th birthday. She is rapidly growing up, her vocabulary is vastly expanding, and she is almost finished her first year of ‘big school’.
Take for example the talk we had tonight when I went outside on the veranda and she followed me out (they say don’t smoke around kids, but they don’t mention what to do when they follow you around like a sticky fart)
Me – how does it feel being 6 now kiddo?
Kiddo - *shrugs* ok.
M – You don’t like being 6? It’s a good age.
K – There is so much that I have to do
M – That’s what happens when you grow up
K – it’s the responsibilities. Daddy says I have them now. I have to keep a look out for toddler and baby (her younger sisters, aged 18months and 4months respectively), and help out around the house
M – Well, that’s what being a big sister is all about. I was a big sister to daddy when we were little
K – *squinty 6 year old look* I don’t believe you
M – Why? You don’t believe that I am a big sister to daddy?
K – No, cos daddy is older than you!
M – Ha ha, bless you my child, but I am older than daddy. It’s cos I am short isn’t it?
K – Yes. I’m almost as tall as you; soon I will be TALLER than you
M – Thanks, that makes ME feel better about myself
K – *evil giggles* haha
M - Hmm yea. Anyhow, the point is, we all grow up and have responsibilities that we don’t like to do, but have to do it anyways. And on the plus side, you will be taller than me!
K - I can’t deal with all the crap (Wha? Not my influence surely as a loving aunt with a big mouth, and with lipstick and lollies in my handbag) *waves arms around expansively* there has to be more to life than this.
M - Uh oh. What crap are we talking about?
K - I had to set the table last night
M – Yeah?
K - And I had to eat ALL my dinner before I could leave the table
M – Uhh huh
K - ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL of my dinner. *wails* you’re not listening to me!
M – I am listening. Just wait til you reach adulthood kiddo, you wish that setting the table and eating ALLLLLLL your dinner was the least of your problems.
K - You mean it gets worse? *evil eye*
M - Yup, just wait til you get a crappy job to pay the bills, and you struggle to make a living as an artist.
K - Is your life crap?
M - Babycakes, It’s a great big pile of steaming crap at times. So enjoy the all the good times of being under 12
K - I don’t want to grow up, there are too many responsibilities. I want someone to read me a bedtime story forever.
So happy birthday my beautiful niece, may all your years be like reading bedtime stories!
a most excellent birthday present to herself, a beard drawn onto her doll!
Take for example the talk we had tonight when I went outside on the veranda and she followed me out (they say don’t smoke around kids, but they don’t mention what to do when they follow you around like a sticky fart)
Me – how does it feel being 6 now kiddo?
Kiddo - *shrugs* ok.
M – You don’t like being 6? It’s a good age.
K – There is so much that I have to do
M – That’s what happens when you grow up
K – it’s the responsibilities. Daddy says I have them now. I have to keep a look out for toddler and baby (her younger sisters, aged 18months and 4months respectively), and help out around the house
M – Well, that’s what being a big sister is all about. I was a big sister to daddy when we were little
K – *squinty 6 year old look* I don’t believe you
M – Why? You don’t believe that I am a big sister to daddy?
K – No, cos daddy is older than you!
M – Ha ha, bless you my child, but I am older than daddy. It’s cos I am short isn’t it?
K – Yes. I’m almost as tall as you; soon I will be TALLER than you
M – Thanks, that makes ME feel better about myself
K – *evil giggles* haha
M - Hmm yea. Anyhow, the point is, we all grow up and have responsibilities that we don’t like to do, but have to do it anyways. And on the plus side, you will be taller than me!
K - I can’t deal with all the crap (Wha? Not my influence surely as a loving aunt with a big mouth, and with lipstick and lollies in my handbag) *waves arms around expansively* there has to be more to life than this.
M - Uh oh. What crap are we talking about?
K - I had to set the table last night
M – Yeah?
K - And I had to eat ALL my dinner before I could leave the table
M – Uhh huh
K - ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL of my dinner. *wails* you’re not listening to me!
M – I am listening. Just wait til you reach adulthood kiddo, you wish that setting the table and eating ALLLLLLL your dinner was the least of your problems.
K - You mean it gets worse? *evil eye*
M - Yup, just wait til you get a crappy job to pay the bills, and you struggle to make a living as an artist.
K - Is your life crap?
M - Babycakes, It’s a great big pile of steaming crap at times. So enjoy the all the good times of being under 12
K - I don’t want to grow up, there are too many responsibilities. I want someone to read me a bedtime story forever.
So happy birthday my beautiful niece, may all your years be like reading bedtime stories!
a most excellent birthday present to herself, a beard drawn onto her doll!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Dishes and Shite
I hate doing the dishes. I would rather lick windows clean. I will quite happily do your laundry, but I really really hate doing the dishes. You go looking through the house for dishes, think that you have them all, finish the load, turn around and a bowl and spoon have beamed down from god knows where, just to give you the shits. This is also the very reason why, when I was living on my own in Sydney, I survived on a diet of vegemite toast. Or for a change it was peanut butter and very rarely, raspberry jam or honey. I ate over the sink, so I didn’t have to use a plate, or I ate off paper towels. Those paper towels were a godsend; I buttered and slathered my toast on it, ate off it then threw the bugger out. No mess, no fuss. Some weeks I would use every dish in the house and refuse to do the dishes, and when i gave myself the shits (or bribed myself, whichever came first) cause I hadn’t washed up, I would load everything up in the shower cubicle and shower the dishes with a crapload of dishwash liquid and clean them that way. God, I lived like a bachelor in those days. It is a complete fallacy that women are the clean freaks in houses. The only think that I am pedantic about is the toilet bowl. I am like a nazi when it comes to the toilet bowl. The rest of the house can go shit, but the toilet bowl has to be pristine. Why? I hate throwing up at the best of times, and when I stick my head down the porcelain telephone, I DO NOT want to be staring into skid marks on the inner bowl. I am already throwing my guts up; I don’t want to be there any longer than I have to. My stomach is in turmoil and looking at the grottiness of the toilet make me heave up more.
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