So it is hot at the moment and so i appreciate when i have to sleep during the night. Not just because of the shelter from heat though, now being bereft of the wonderment that is air-con in the new home after seven plus years of this marvellous blessing. Still there are many daytime creatures that even in this quiet leafy suburb for humans, we find ourselves amidst, who condense into a raucous hub of activity, so there goes my sleep under the cacophony of the vocal bird life of the city.
The title brings to mind so many possible tangents to me, but the one i'd like to follow is narrow and mostly cranky, with a touch of sugar at the end. I'll keep it brief too, cause this crap is taking me away from my special coruba time.
So western office workers have such an easy time of it, their stress levels are only magnified by their nativity towards the realities of real life. So something being bad for them compared to their fellow citizens on the shop floor is only marginally e
Idle pratter from the cliched of mind, with scattered smatterings of unfiltered juvenile excretions. Wear a raincoat, preferably something without a northface logo on it.
Excuse the lack of aigu, unfortunately we're still flying minus numpad. Damn these paired down keyboards.
In the garden of our new house. There had to be draw backs to living amongst lush brush bouncing up from the side of every path. It's the perfect staging point for Orb spiders, and their kin to throw a web across the way.
I'm going on a cut back/tear down mission tomorrow. And before those with a smidgen of empathy in their hearts decry foul at the whole plan of action. I will only be going for main access paths. And it is pretty tiring sticking your arm out in a swishing motion before you
Now to you regular everyday semi-sentient types, who's purchases of clothing generally go with the flow, this may not seem such an unusual thing. Something like the following may come into your mind, "Big whoop dleetr, i've got several in my closet, several on my floor and have just donated an whole mess of my old pairs to the salvation army".
But to me this is a watershed, i never wear jeans. How this state of affairs came about i can't recall. Perhaps it's because i didn't like the style,
I just pop on the TV whilst waiting for the computer to fire up, and we have a live interview with the Rockhampton Mayor already in progress, from somewhere near what used to be banks of the now swollen fitzroy river. "the Media," I thought, "the fucking media".
Here is the major centre of the flood zone, the one that would have the best appointed hotels and motels and widest variety of paid for dining experiences. Now converged upon, but what must be a good proportion of this country's maj
Now I would think that if you tallied up these and other expenses involved in making a project like this work, it would probably be far more cost effective to employ local africans to sew the dresses using raw materials shipped over from india or china. On top of that the training and ongoing employment for local woman would have a much broader impact on the their communities than just receiving a few poorly stitched fashion disasters from the naive goodwill of bored middle american housewives.
something that annoys me is that when i press my mobile into action and out of screen saver mode, it denies me access to the network unless of course i have an 'emergency' !! Now to me this is a cruel joke, here we are being told not to waste precious mobile bandwidth which is obviously being blocked by a plethora of that anathema, the "Are you ok" call. Which has found an unobstructed avenue in emanating from the bladder of every half arsed mong citizen with little to no clue, other than cliché
So i was rolling into the drive-way of my new home. A home that is quite heavily forested i must say. Well you could almost put it that way, if you were given to hyperbole. Or if you were just taken aback by the well established many branched monsters, that lie jostling for space about the place.
Anyway, so just as i pull in to park in front of the garage, something drops onto the bonnet of my car. Then from the corner of my eye i catch the sight of a slender green and yellow tail slurping