Melts in your mouth… not in your hands.

Makes me think of that old Crash Test Dummies song… you know the one:

Once there was this kid who
Got into an accident and couldn’t come to school
But when he finally came back
His hair had turned from black into bright white
He said that it was from when
The car had smashed so hard
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm….  Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

Okay, so that has nothing to do with anything.  But here be the “M’s”

List of 10 Things I Like That Start With “M”….
1.   Men – most of my bestest friends are men
2.   Multiple Orgasms – makes up for all the girlie-swot problems
3.   Mobile phones – no idea how we survived before
4.   Mushrooms – favourite foods or decorative motifs
5.   Magic 8 Balls – answers your questions AND wards off fundies
6.   Manicured nails – it’s a little thing but does the trick.
7.   Mataranka – obscure little hot springs outside Katherine Gorge in NT
8.   Movies – being a movie critic would be one of my dream jobs
9.   Mangoes – nice big juicy Bowen ones that I can share with Angel
10. Mini Cooper S – screw getting a Jag… give me a Mini so I can drive around dragging on a cigarette going ‘Vrrrrmmm! Fuck off I’m the Queen!’

memory like a goldfish

List of 10 Things I Hate or Dislike That Start With “M” List
1.   Memory failure – mine or the computer… either way it’s all bad
2.   Muttering – if it’s worth saying its worth saying audibly
3.   Modern Art – 17th century onwards… just not my thing
4.   Mud cake – nearly go into a sugar coma just looking at it
5.   Marine creatures – on toilet paper… why?
6.   Mobile Phones – left on in the cinema… or worse – answered!
7.   Mouse tails – visual impairment from drug side effects… fun fun fun
8.   Masseuses – painful pointy little fingers – give me man hands anyday
9.   Money – I hate asking people for money they owe me
10. Missing out – bungee jumping, white water rafting and all that fun stuff that people with healthy spines and no chronic pain issues seem to be able to engage in without repercussions. 


I thought the internet was for porn…

I’ve been thinking this week about how isolated I am from "them".  When I’m working with the public I get almost daily reminders that my fellow countrymen are not as smart/educated/intelligent/informed and/or rational as I’d like to think they are.  I think most people exposed to Mr John Q Citizen on a regular basis would agree they’ve encountered more than their fair share of chicken-fuckin’-morons throughout their careers.  My problem I think stems from the fact that I’m not exposed to the public anymore and when this happens I tend to get this sort of distance from ‘the masses’ and then I forget (way too easily) just how (and this going to sound horrible) totally fucking stupid ‘people’ are. 

As it happens I like to think I surround myself with fairly intelligent beings… many of whom are university educated… most are quite well read… interested in current affairs, both local and abroad…. and they possess a wide range of interests and amazingly diverse knowledge bases.  From these preceding statements I think it’s safe to say that I have a habit (bad or otherwise) of avoiding people that might fall into the ‘six pack short of a piss up’ category.  Call me a snob if you like…. I can live with that.

The thing is… when I am under exposed like this, I’m frequently amazed when presented with new evidence at just how stupid we’re talking here.  Today I was smacked upside the head today with the dead smelly haddock-of-short-term-memory-loss with a reminder of how stupid ‘people’ seem to WANT to be.   Today I stumbled over what I percieve to be an indicator of a mass willful ignorance.

I tend to keep an eye on the BBC News website for international news largely because (to quote Eddie) the Brits seem to recognize that there is like… other countries out there – other than their own and the US.  Anyway I found this article today that Yahoo has released it’s top ten most searched terms of 2008 and they are…. drumroll please…

Britney Spears

World Wrestling Entertainment
Barack Obama
Miley Cyrus
RuneScape
Jessica Alba
Naruto
Lindsay Lohan
Angelina Jolie
American Idol

Britney fucking Spears is THE most searched item on Yahoo this year??!?!   WTF?!?!  Oh no wait….  it gets better (snipped from article)  "For the last seven out of eight years, Britney Spears has been the most popular search term"You have got to be kidding me… who are these masses of people with lives so banal that they actually give a shit what this doped up, over indulged, talentless git is up to?   I sure as shit don’t.

No doubt these results are somewhat skewed due to the fact that the Yahoo search engine isn’t exactly THE most popular or widely used client but it is one of the heavy hitting favourites in certain demographics.  And no… I’m not about to launch into some American bashing here (though it is quite a popular pastime among non-Americans) we have more than our own fair share of bottom feeding celebrity voyeurs in Australia too. 

But I honestly just don’t get it.  I love being alive in the computer age.  It’s an exciting time to be around and watch what the world is making of itself – the good and the bad.  The internet is an amazing tool…. to have this veritable plethora of information (though it be of varying reliability) at our fingertips is incredible.  The opportunity this affords us for enriching our lives and understanding the lives of others is just phenomenal…. and that is an understatement of epic proportions!!! 

I can honestly say – with the exception of Barrack Obama – I’ve never searched for any of these things…. that is of course, until two minutes ago when I searched ‘Naruto’ and ‘Runescape’ to find out what they actually were.  :$

So… yeah…  now I’m going to have to go find out what Google’s most common searches are for 2008…. and I’d be interested to see what Aussies are searching en masse too.
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Christmas Presents or Christmas Penance

Mr K:
You have a knack of always talking to me as soon as I’ve left the room.

Borys:
No I don’t.  You always leave before I’ve finished speaking.

Mr K:
LOL… You just take too long to talk and I think the conversation is over.

Borys:
What?  Am I not talking fast enough for you?  Are you the fast talking city dude and I’m the slow witted country cousin who can’t keep up?

Mr K:  No.
It’s just that I’m always expecting a ‘West Wing’ conversation and you seem to be giving me ‘Friends’ instead.

Borys:
Ohhh… wounded!!!

After insulting me so horribly just now – I figure Mr K is going to need this list to get him out of the Dog House.  Remember Sweetie I have a birthday coming up soon too.   🙂

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Minoan Pendant Disc Earrings from the Met Gift shoppe along with just about anything of their fine jewellery items… like this… or this… or this.

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Another terrabyte of space cos you can have well over 3TB in the house and still be running out… and besides nothing says ‘I Love You’ like a new hard drive.

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Cool Damask Mirror from Suck UK to hang in the entry way…. maybe it would stop people putting their hands all over the wall.

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A party spa for me and eleven of my closest friends… err … ahem… I mean a specialized heated hydro pool to allow me to do hydrotherapy exercises at home.

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Damp Squid the English Language Laid Bare from Fishpond to go with the other handful of language related books I’ve been reading lately.

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A new pavillion from Mainly Medieval more suited for singleton camping that I could paint up to be all covered in bees and fancy mottos.

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A couple of lovely overpriced Swarovski Crystal tea light holders.  Useless but pretty.

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Flemish Miniatures from the 8th to 16th Centuries from Amazon.com which I’ve been lusting after for years but carries an exhorbitant price tag.

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A ‘There’s no place like 127.0.0.1′ doormat from ThinkGeek because we love nothing more than a good pun isn’t that right Mr K?

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A beautiful stained glass lamp on Ebay that I totally don’t need but think would look lovely on the buffet in my dining room.

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Ohhh… forget about all that other crap… what about a gorgeous antique Bakhtiari rug c.1920!!!

Sigh… I think that’s enough Windows 😉 shopping for now.
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Day Two without my nightly pharmaceutical cocktail.

If such a thing is humanly possible I think I may have had a worse night’s sleep last night than the night before, though this time I don’t recall any secret squirrel packaging or clothing malfunctions amidst the tossing and turning all night trying to get comfortable.  I find it hard to describe what it’s like to be in pain all the time and how it feels to be literally uncomfortable in your own skin.  I lay this way and my lower back screams at me, I turn that way and my upper back ramps up, I lay some other bloody way and some other hither to unnoticably pained part decides to let itself be known.  It’s kinda like having constant deep post-operative pain.  That’s the only way I can describe it. 

Imagine you’ve had a TVEPU (TransVaginal Egg Pick Up where they knock you out and stick a massive needle up your cloaca to aspirate the fluids and ova from your hyper stimulated ovaries) or maybe you’ve just had a C-section delivery … having only ever had female specific surgeries I can’t think of a male equivalent strangely enough :S… and your body aches all over because the anaethetist wasn’t gentle with the needles or the intubation and the surgeon knows you don’t feel pain while you’re under so he goes hell for leather and the orderlies chuck you around while you’re out so you’ve been bumped and jostled and suffered all sorts of indignities while unconscious.  So now you’re in the recovery ward and you just can’t find a way to lay comfortably.  Some bits of you are experience high level acute pain (like the opsite or whatever) other bits are just achey and you’re just painfully uncomfortable.  It hurts to lay still.  It hurts to move about.  You try every recumbent posture known to woman/man and invent some to boot, have a gazillion pillows, heatpacks and whatever else you can get your hands on and nothing works.  You’re just uncomfortable in your own skin and nothing seems to help… except massive amounts of sedatives. 

Now imagine you feel like that every fucking day.

I woke up this morning and my hands felt cramped as though I’d either been clenching them all night or had been curling my wrists up in an extremely uncomfortably position.  I’ve been told that I seem to carry a LOT of tension in my forearms, though fucked if I know why.  No valium o’night means the jaw clenching was worse this morning.  This is probably a positive for the rest of the household on days like this as it means I’m not overly talkative.  Given that I have nothing to say other than "Ow!  Ow!  Ow!  Fuckity! Ow!!!" and other various statements in a similar vein I’m pretty sure that Mr K and the Small Child are secretly pleased on some level with my morning lock jaw.

Borys: (making pathetic little noises) Fuck my back hurts  🙁
Yale:  You know… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that before.
Borys: Mumble fuck… mumble fuck…. sarcastic bastard.

Anyway blah blah blah…. boo-hoo… poor me.  Bitching about it doesn’t make it go away either so I should STFU.   Thank you yaleman for coming through and driving the Small Child to school this morning… I wasn’t expecting him to – given that he’s working night shifts this week – I just wish i’d known about it last night so I could have doped myself up to the eyeballs as is my habit.  I’ve spent the day avoiding the grocery shopping, trying to execute no sudden moves so as to avoid causing sharp spasms of pain and basically just gently pottering around the house rubbing my eyes and face nervily and trying not to wring my hands and working really hard to pretend that all is okay with the world with varying measures of success.

Sigh… other than that, [info]shagsywagsy getting a new tattoo resulting in endless (and fruitless) entreaties via SMS from my end to disclose location and design of same 🙂 is the only distraction the day offered and it’s now barely 8pm and I feel that if someone poked me I would literally collapse into teeny tiny little pieces that Vesna could sweep under the carpet in the morning.

I promise to not bitch about my back again tomorrow.
(Can anyone tell if you have your fingers crossed when you blog?)
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