Pain or Flood? Pain or Flood? Umm… Can I have Cake please?

Yesterday there was loads of rain going on up here.  I stopped out to take some photos of Bulimba Creek which had totally blown it’s banks.  The water was up about 12-15 feet on it’s normal height and the creek instead of being a polite 5-6m wide was effectively a fast flowing lake about 40m across the lower lying areas nearby.

Meadowlands Rd Carpark towards Tingalpa.
High voltage powerlines and water…. just doesn’t look right.

 

Meadowlands Rd bridge over Bulimba Creek from the east side


Meadowlands Rd bridge over Bulimba Creek from the west side

 

But we’re pretty lucky here being on the south side and a relatively inner suburb.  Most of the developments around here were put in by people who still remembered and were affected by the 1974 floods Brisbane had and the floodplain areas weren’t ever built out…. which many unlucky bastards on the northside can’t say unfortunately.  I guess that’s one of the big problems with drought.  The city is constantly expanding and developers are buying up spaces that weren’t previously residential and they’re building suburbs in stupidly low lying areas (Brookfield for example).  Drought breaks… and ‘oh quelle surprise!’  Our houses are flooded, the roads rendered impassable and our cars swept away!!!   🙁    Sucks to be them.

Road Closures… predominantly on the Northside

My only drama yesterday was the driveway of my house building up with about 6-8 inches in water against our garage doors.  We’ve been moving things around and gettnig ready to build and there was a pile of stuff in the way of where the water normally flows away after it starts running down the cul de sac and subsequently down our driveway.  So I was out there in the pouring rain (with a dodgy umbrella that constantly blew inside out) trying to dig a channel/trench to redirect the water without any tools because if I opened the garage all that water would have flooded inside instead.  So I had to try and shift a huge hardwood beam (not very successfully) and then dig the trench so it could go under the fence. 

Result?  The water drained away in about 20mins flat but I ended up with fucking freezing feet, sopping wet clothes and a night of very poor sleep, took me over ten minutes to just physically get out of bed (breathe… gotta remember to breathe) and hardly able to walk this morning after having done something that was absolutely unavoidable but also absolutely guaranteed to exacerbate my back pain. 

But what do you do?  Can’t just let the water keep rising?
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You have me…

Apparently "Du hast" doesn’t translate to "you hate," but "you have."  The English version of ‘Du hast’ is sung as ‘You hate’ to appeal to an english speaking audience. If you say ‘You hate’ you will need to say ‘Du hasst’.  The infinitive form of ‘hate’ is ‘hassen’ and the infinitive form of ‘have’ is ‘haben’. ‘Haben’ is an irregular verb, so when it’s conjugated into the you/du form, it’s ‘hast’. 

So does… ‘You have me’ make this some sort of weird arse love song?!?!?!?  The film clip is like some sort of mafia hit… so maybe ‘You have me is a familial solidarity thing?  Who knows.  Love the song anyway.


Du Hast

Du
Du hast
Du hast mich (repeat X 5)

Du hast mich
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt

Willst du bis der Tod euch scheide
treu ihr sein für alle Tage…
Nein!  Nein!

Willst du bis der Tod euch scheide
treu ihr sein für alle Tage…
Nein!  Nein!

Du
Du hast
Du hast mich (repeat X 3)

Du hast mich
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt

Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet
treu ihr sein für alle Tage…
Nein!  Nein!

Willst du bis zum Tod der Scheide
sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen….
Nein!  Nein!

Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet treu ihr sein…
Nein!  Nein!

You Have

You
You have
You have me (repeat X5)

You have me
You have me to say
You have me to say
You have me to say and I did not obey

Will you until death does sever
Be upright to her forever…
Never!  Never!

Will you until death does sever
Be upright to her forever…
Never!  Never!

You
You have
You have me  (repeat x 3)

You have me
You have me to say
You have me to say
You have me to say and I did not obey

Will you until death does sever
Be upright to her forever…
Never!  Never!

Will you ’til death be her rider
Her lover too, to stay inside her…
Never!  Never!

Will you until death does sever be upright…
Never!  Never!
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And that’s what makes my life so fucking fantastic.

I saw this going around a couple of weeks ago on intial viewing I thought this meme was a bit redundant for me.  I have a tendency to speak my mind, in fact if you take some people’s word for it… it’s pretty damn hard to shut me up on topics that I have strong opinions about. 

However I have realized that there are things I should like to say to certain people in my life that thus far remain unsaid and I was reminded of an elegant quote –

"The bitterest tear shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone"
(Harriet Beecher Stowe 1811-1896).  

Being so forthright, honest and outspoken as I have just claimed to be, I don’t really ever want to be in that position if you know what I mean.  So I have pretty much flogged this meme from just about everyone… including Avitable, SnackiePoo and the fabulous Faiqa of Native Born fame… and I will have a go at trying to limit myself to merely 10 items.

Ten Things I Wish I Could Say or That I Should Say to Certain People:

1.  While I know I disappointed you from time to time, I hope you were proud of me in the end.
2.  Your acceptance of me as the flawed creature that I am is quite simply the most important thing in the world to me.
3.  You let me down when I was at my lowest and I needed you the most which demonstrates how little you think of me and how selfish you can be.
4.  It’s time to move on and make decisions for yourself based on what YOU want rather than based on what others want.
5.  The way you compartmentalize your life makes it hard for people to trust you and your inability to be more open and honest hurt very deeply.
6.  I don’t have time for your petty crap, I have so many problems of my own that I’m barely keeping my head above water.
7.  I’ve made my own life choices and am happy with them so please spare me your sanctimonious lectures.
8.  I’ve tried as hard as I can to salvage our relationship but after a decade of trying you still won’t meet me half way so I’ve given up.
9.   It would be nice if once in a while you got your head out of your own arse long enough to ask me if I’m okay.
10.  I hate asking for your help almost as much as I hate needing it.
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I prefer yellow snakes and they’re always at the bottom of the packet.

I had a nightmare in the early hours of this morning.  Happens quite a lot when you take as much medication as I do.  Apprently the sedatives etc render you unconscious but you end up missing out on most of the proper REM sleep that you need because the drugs seem to inhibit it somehow.  So when the medications wear off your brain rapidly tries to cram in all the REM sleep that you’re supposed to be getting in like 45 minute cycles all night and when that happens… very vivid dreams right before waking not all of which are pleasant.

This morning I woke up feeling very anxious after dreaming about snakes.  I hate snakes (long story of bushwalking incidents as a kid).  In my dream we (my cousins and myself) were outside getting started on demolishing stuff to build the room extension we’re planning, when suddenly I saw a red and black striped/banded snake…. a very bright, vibrantly coloured red and black snake.  I went inside to the kitchen to get a shovel (shovel in the kitchen ???) with the intention of smacking it over the head.  When I got outside there was no one else there and the snake had trebled in size.  I was getting ready to strike at it when I saw that there was a whole nest of little ones that appeared to be coming out of nowhere.

I didn’t know which way to look or what to do and stood there helplessly unable to anything as they all rapidly grew in size and slithered into the house… and then I stood there rooted to the spot unable to go back into the house.  Which is where I woke up.

Go figure.

What a pathetic groupie I’d make.

I’ve been trying to remember the bands and performers I’ve seen in concert and it’s not so easy for some reason.  Some I can’t be sure where I saw them, and some I can’t even really pinpoint with whom or when.  Expo being in Brisbane when I was a teenager was great.  Myself and my boyfriend had season passes so we went as often as we could.

Motley Crue  (BEC)
Masters’ Apprentices (Alex Hills)
Joe Cocker (Fisherman’s Wharf)
Motorhead * (Tallebudgerra)
Jimmy Barnes (twice at Expo, once at BEC)
UB40 (BEC)
John Cougar Mellancamp (twice – Expo)
Megadeath (Festival Hall)
Luciano Pavarotti (Farewell Tour)
Eurogliders (Expo)
Redgum (Amamoor)
Crowded House (Expo)
Tina Turner (BEC)
Nathan Cavilleri (Expo)
1927 (Alex Hills)
Aerosmith (BEC – fell asleep)
Ladysmith Black Mombazo (Expo)
Slim Dusty (under duress)
Wickety Wak (ditto)
Funaddicts (Easts)
Blur (Festival Hall)
Riptides  (Fisherman’s Wharf)
Cat Empire (Tivoli)
Rod Stewart  (BEC)
John Williamson (Sth Stradbroke Is and Amamoor)
The Angels (Manly Hotel)
Mental As Anything (Expo)
John Farnham (BEC)
AC/DC (BEC)
Nick Cave (Expo)
Deltones (Twin Towns)
Kate Cebrano (Expo
The Choir Boys (Manly Hotel)
Violent Femmes  (Fisherman’s Wharf)
Black Sorrows (Expo)
Dame Kiri Tekanawa (in NZ)
Hoodoo Gurus (Expo too)
Ted Egan  (Amamoor)
The Cockroaches (before they became squillionaire Wiggles)

*what little they played before the police dogs and paddy wagons turned up.

Well not a particularly illustrious list based on what I can remember – likely that which hasn’t been remembered is not worth remembering anyways.  I knew I hadn’t been to many concerts… but that’s a sad, sad list indeed.  There is however a really diverse and eclectic range of music genres encompassed in the list and it occurs to me that I look rather well rounded… or like I’ve got some majorly fragmented personality or something. 

My favourite acts on that list would have to be Joe Cocker, Violent Femmes and Pavarotti… all brilliant.  Given what it costs these days to buy a ticket to go see a live act it’s no suprise that there’s not many modern acts on that list at all. 
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