political soapbox

You would think after all this time I would remember my blogger password but nooooooo, apparently I am not that together. Anyway, aside...

Woe betide any Americans in the social circle at the moment. Some poor American bastard had to deal with three drunken girls (yes yes myself and two others) leaning over the back of his couch last night screeching about how we couldn't believe that he wasn't going to vote in the upcoming elections. And then it was just two girls screeching after I could no longer breathe when he proudly announced that he had *never* voted.

Various threats of physical violence were thrown about "If I found out that you haven't voted I'm going to KICK YOUR ASS!" (yes me again) until the retort of "If you don't leave me alone I'll vote for McCain" shut us all up. That shit just ain't even funny.

Though in truth I'd rather him vote for McCain than not vote at all.

I understand that part of the freedom of speech is that you chose not to speak at all but I can't help but thinking that's it's not an actual choice but an expression of apathy. And apathy is not making a choice, it's being frigging lazy.

The thought of having no political voice fills me with horror because if you don't use it, you lose it. Why would anyone cater to you and your demographic if they know that due to recent polls you don't vote and therefore don't count in their search for votes.

I understand that quite often it's a choice between Dumb and Dumber but I'd rather choose the Lesser Evil than have someone else potentially choose the Greater Evil because I can't get off my ass. If everyone thought that their one vote didn't matter Florida would have turned out different. Jesus Christ the Zimbabwe elections wouldn't have been shown to have been such a farce.

I've said before that I vote Greens as my first preference not because I ever expect them to be in power but because I want the two major parties to know that if they want my lone vote than they need to change some of their policies to woo me. And yes, my second preference is chosen for which of the two evils I believe to be the Lesser.

Am I American? No. Do I know the full story? Of course not. Is it my business? Hell yeah! You only have to look at the last two weeks to see the ripples of the US on Oz and that's just the financial market. It gets bandied around enough that people should be more than aware that we are a world community. Very little happens that doesn't affect the rest of the world and for better or worse, the upcoming US Presidential elections is one thing that can really affect us all..

So my poor lazy American friends will get the full screeching treatment in the hope that their one vote, their one voice will make a difference.

From Little Things Big Things Grow - Paul Kelly

tex mex y'all

Am I sad that I'm all like wheeeeeeeeeeeee no shit! when one of my everday-reading blogs gets noted as the Blogger Blog of Note? (Jesus Christ how many times can I write blog in one sentence?).

Homesick Texan! Woohoo! Not that it's my blog - puhlease I am not that exciting- but I get excited vicariously.

Plus in my alternative daydreaming life I'm sure I'd make a rockin' Southerner. I have the hair flickin', eye flutterin' down pat plus I can leave off my g's easy peasy. Not to mention I get to eat things like "pulled pork" and chillies.. I mean peppers. Although the European in me does quail at the thought of orange cheese in a block that doesn't go off.

Then again I've been eating processed crap this past week and was originally planning to eat it for the next month. I've ordered that Lite and Easy crap and have now started daydreaming about slitting my wrists. It's not that the food is bad per se more that it's very.... simple... Tuna, tomato and mayo on roll. Check. Muesli. Check. Baked beans on toast. Check. I've had to liven all the meals up with herbs and spices and occassionally added calories (gasp) by adding some form of condiment. I'm also over the fact that the meat was only meat in a past life. It's been so overprocessed that it's enough to make me vegetarian all over again.

So I can't decide whether I'll just suck it up (princess) and just stick to it for another month as planned, lose the 4kgs as planned and then go on to live happily ever after (with flavour) or just go back to what I was doing and lose the last of the workers comp weight a little bit slower but happier.

On a whole sociology thing though the whole diet thing has been interesting. The guys have been horrified and told me that I don't need to lose any weight including the gay men whilst the girls have all understood.




Numa Numa - nothing to do with the post I just love this classic vid.

the odds

Riddle me puzzled.

How in this God's green earth do I keep - in a city of almost four million mind you - DO I KEEP FREAKIN' BUMPING INTO EXES??

You would think I would have had a better chance in Perth being that it's like - I don't know - a quarter of the size?? But no. Apparently a trip down memory lane is what is required in Melbourne. I suppose I shouldn't wail too much - of all the exes to bump into he's actually the least of them all. It would be far, far worse to bump into someone like Donut say.Although he's recently resurfaced in The Flatmates life and called her out of the blue for the first time in over a year.

Timing.

Still I've bumped into this particular memory trip twice in a month and he actually recognised me this time 'round.

On a side note, Friend With Benefits stayed over recently. And now.. we are no longer friends.

In a way it's nice... and a little strange. It's the first time in over ten years at least that I'm not friends with/talking to an Ex so it's kinda like waking up with a clean slate. It's also strange because they've been with me for so long and it was also not a deliberate cutting off decision with them more like they dropped off over a two year period.

I'm actually an anti-Friends-With-Exes girl. I personally think it's unnatural. I think you can only be friends with an ex if you've been with them for a certain time - either very little or very long. Little so that snarly, tangled emotion called love doesn't twist in on itself or long so you've had a chance for that feeling to fade... and the feeling of friendship to grow.

In truth I've just been friends with the exes as a Break In Case of Emergency. With a dash of Unfinished Business of course. Once the Business was found to be not unfinished but actually crap, there was nothing left.

With Friend With Benefits it was more a rapid realisation that a) this was no longer the person that I knew even five years ago b) that I didn't like the person they were now and c) I was tired of being shoved on a pedestal and told what was "good" for me. I feel bad that I ended it the way that I did but I don't feel bad that it's ended - just relieved.

The painful thing about it is that I'm now dreaming about ToyBoy and even had a dream about The Cop the other night! The conscious mind is ready to let go of them but apparently the subconscious mind is not..