This is a random selection of photos from our travels. Don't ask me why.


Twas a freezing cold night in Paris, as were they all... A slightly cliched, touristy shot, no doubt, but I rather like it.


The Coloseum by night - also cliched. Not quite so cold, though.


Gay Pari, also at night. I like night photography, can you tell?


A real sunset in Budapest. It's so red because of the thick smog.


More tourist shots. Brandenburg Gate.


A funky photo of a beer in Barcelona. I drank that beer. I enjoyed it.


A beautiful beach in Barcelona, where I got scratched by a stray cat. I'd go back there, if I knew the cat was gone.

I have just come from the dentist. I had a filling. I haven’t been to a dentist since I was about 16, and that was only for braces. Never had a filling or an extraction or anything else. I feel like somebody has hit me in the jaw – the right side of my mouth is numb and I just know when it stops being numb it will be very sore. And I’m at work right now. Fortunately they’ve let me just do faxes for the day, no phone calls.

http://www.theage.com.au/news/national/age-of-terror-scaring-australian-children/2006/09/25/1159036473049.html

Read that.

To me, that simply reflects the susceptibility of people to the media. We fear what we’re told to fear, regardless of logic or immediate relevance. Logically speaking, how likely is a child to encounter a bomb, or by affected by one? Why should they fear this above more immediate concerns like being sent to the principal’s office? I know I’ve never seen a bomb, nor have I ever known anybody who was injured or killed by one. Terrorists do not target primary schools (unless it’s the one where the politicians’ children go), particularly here in geographically isolated, politically stable Australia. Any child’s fear of a bomb must therefore be a result of media saturation, and snippets of overheard and misunderstood conversations.

I am Australian!

More and more, in recent times, politicians and news articles have caused me to wonder exactly what this means. After all, I’m just me and I just happened to have been born here – it’s not a matter I’ve ever given a lot of thought.

I was brought up in the bush, that’s pretty Australian I suppose. I’ve got a bit of a clue about deadly snakes and spiders, I can climb trees and ride horses and I know one end of a sheep from the other. I’ve mustered cattle, I’ve slashed bracken, and I’ve helped butcher calves. But that only makes me a minority, despite the inherent Australian-ness of those things.

I’ve got a sense of humour which encompasses Monty Python, Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, and the Grant/Naylor combo. But even though many Australians share that humour, all of those people are in fact British.

I love my friends and family – but doesn’t everybody?

I appreciate my freedom and my rights... but even those who don’t have those things strive for them, I believe that to be a human trait rather than an Australian one.

I’m a hard-worker, but based on observation I wouldn’t say that’s typically Australian these days.

As for any other “Australian values” – see http://www.convictcreations.com/history/convictleg1.htm – most of these concepts seem to me to be 50 years out of date. Culture, like everything else, changes and evolves. I cannot deny that Australian culture still very strongly reflects our convict heritage, Irish immigrants, and so forth... but these are just layers in a deep and varied history. Every layer, every period of time, will have it’s impact on the country and the culture and I think that trying to adhere to values which were extremely relevant last century is only going to result in stagnation.

Wake up Australia! The world is getting smaller and we’re too busy guarding our borders against it all to notice! What are we afraid of? The country our grandfathers fought and died for is already gone in favour of Coca Cola, McDonalds, and reality television. What more can a few Muslims do? What are a few half-drowned asylum seekers going to do to this country that’s any worse than what we do to it ourselves?

We’re a young country, that’s for sure, and we’ve got a lot of growing up to do.

Tragedy has struck.

Yet another person is leaving the sales centre where I work – and it’s the only other remaining weirdo. As of next Monday, I will be alone in insanity. I honestly don’t know how much longer I can take this job without somebody to bounce off. I mean, everybody here is really nice and I like all my colleagues, but but but... you know. There’s always somebody you really click with. Sigh.

As the end of my long week approaches, I cannot help but wonder exactly how many times during the week I have answered the same question. No question in particular; there are two or three I’m asked many times each day. I have reached the point where I do not need the customer to finish phrasing their question; I am already in the right program and screen long before they stop talking, and have the answer ready for them. It’s no wonder I’m bored. Going part-time is looking increasingly attractive; either that or quitting. After the wedding. The reckless alternative would be to quit BEFORE the wedding, thus receiving my annual leave payout – but then I’d have no job to come back to, that’s a bit dicey. Tempting though.

We’re going to a play tonight. The Bible – Just The Good Bits. Should be quite funny. It has Andrew in it, so it kind of has to be!

Nooooo!!!!

Our fish died!!! Three of the four sadly passed away yesterday. Haley, There’s, and Beware are greatly missed. Please join me in a moment’s silence...

Thank you.

Pointless post

I like wind.

I like rock music.

I like confusing people.

I like 6pm.

I like our apartment.

I like the taste of my blood.

I like trees.

I like animals.

I like putting pointless posts on this blog.

"Why has it taken so long for me to receive my order?"

Lineal time is a construct of the human mind to assist in dealing with the enormity of the universe and to explain the movement of the sun, changing of the seasons, and why people get tired. Time is merely another dimension through which we move inexorably. We may even be moving through time backwards, which would explain why we can see what’s behind us but not what’s in front of us. Time may even be cyclical; after all, history does always repeat itself. Any time which may pass does so only because we as a race subscribe to the belief that it does. As such, your question cannot possibly be answered in any meaningful sense and if I believed in lineal time this would be a waste of it.

Groan. It’s hit me. I’m so tired right now. I still have just over 3 hours to go here at work. I wish I didn’t work such long hours. Nine hours a day. Yuck. Still, pays the bills. More importantly, pays for the honeymoon to South Africa. I have to keep thinking of that today to keep myself going! Not too long now, only just over nine weeks until we leave. Oh my god, that means nine weeks until we’re married. That’s weird and cool.

I just spoke to a very rude lady. So many people are rude. It’s hardly called for. I just don’t have the patience to take it nicely today, although I’m trying.

If you want people to be nice to you, never work in customer service.

Need to get out more

We went to see an accordionist last night! I assume that’s the right word for one who plays the accordion. The support acts were unfortunate at best, but the headliner was so cool! It was like this little novelty/cult thing, just a crowd of people who kinda went “Hey, an accordionist, weird, I’ll go along!” Mostly people who’d seen him at the Dresden Dolls the previous night. Anyway, that was surprisingly lots of fun, and we had yet another late night. That’s three in a row now, and I’m feeling young again because I’m only slightly tired!

The taxi driver on the way home was studying something related to religion, I forget because I was tired and out of it at the time. Anyway, he and Aidan had a good old gasbag about stuff. It was quite funny, the taxi driver kept glancing over at me on the back seat as if waiting for me to join the religious debate, but I just stared out the window.

We have reached an informal decision that we need to go out to more things like that last night. We’re becoming old homebodies at the age of 23, it ain’t good. Even just pub bands or novel little gigs, anything to get us out there in the world!

Reminiscing (or, Why I Miss Travel)

If you can’t see any rubbish bins, you’re not in Budapest.

If you can see any Beatles memorabilia, you’re definitely not in Abbey Road.

If you feel like you’re living in LegoLand, you’re in Luxembourg.

If every street sign is in two equally incomprehensible languages, you’re in Belgium.

If you can understand anybody speaking, you’re certainly not in Scotland.

If waiters go into shock at the prospect of tea without milk, it’s gotta be England.

If the locals are rugged up in the mildest weather, you’re somewhere in Spain.

If the tall towers remain standing straight, you can’t be in Italy.

If somebody starts telling you about the first president of the third republic, you’re in France. (Nowhere else has had that many revolutions!!!)

If you can’t see any Goths, you’re not in Germany.

If there aren’t any drunken Poms, you’re not in Amsterdam.

If nobody has broken any of your electronic equipment, you’re not in Austria.

 

The Day draws ever closer...

I tried on my entire load of crap last night while Aidan was out – wedding gown, shoes, veil, make-up, jewellery. I somehow expected to look like a bride out of a magazine, but I just looked like me only more strangely dressed than usual. How did I think that putting on a dress on make-up would make me look like somebody else? Perhaps it was more of a hope than a real expectation! Clothes do not maketh the woman.

Today’s newspaper headlines (this is not a joke, it’s really true):

1 – Man attacked on tram. Victim suffers head injuries in assault with butcher’s sharpening iron on city tram.

2 – Police accused of brutality. A culture of unacceptable and unlawful behaviour exists in Victoria Polic.

Ok... a man is attacked by a psychopath civilian on a tram, but the POLICE are brutal.

Explain something to me...

Australia is a big country. A young country, developing, half empty! So our government is insistent upon tightening immigration laws, effectively limiting growth potential and the “multiculturalism” the politicians claim to value so highly.

Sadly I’m at work and have little time to blog. But the above is food for thought anyway. Mmmm food...

People amaze me...

I keep getting faxes from people with their credit card details! This isn’t a secure building, anybody could pick those faxes up, we’re not technically trained in privacy, faxes can be copied or taken home... Do people have no concept of basic security? Common sense? Anything? Ok, End Rant.

I’m wearing a red shirt today. Very red. Bright red. It’s very odd, since I generally wear only black. I thought it would make me feel bohemian and funky, but it just makes me uncomfortable. Breaking the comfort barrier. Dark purple I can handle, blue I wear a bit, but bright red is just odd. Weird, because I would have no problem dying my hair bright red – in fact it’s reddish at the moment, kind of auburn.

What do my clothes/hair/accessories/etc say about me? I never give it much thought. But I judge people by their appearance all the time, of course, everybody does. So what do people think of me? Wearing black, but not particularly sinister black, hair colour changing every few weeks, geeky glasses... Most people probably don’t look twice at me. I guess that’s good!

Oddly quiet at work today... It’s a bit like working on a public holiday. I kind of hope it picks up, I’d rather be busy than bored.

Contemplating going part-time here after the wedding... take a little bit of a break, then find another job. I’ve never worked part-time in my life. Always full-time and sometimes over-time, but never part-time. I think I would like it. I have no problem with long days or hard work, but doing this menial job for nine hours a day kind of gets to me. If I could be doing something else for half the day, even just another menial job which is different from this menial job, that would give some relief.

You are Agnostic

You're not sure if God exists, and you don't care. For you, there's no true way to figure out the divine. You rather focus on what you can control - your own life. And you tend to resent when others "sell" religion to you.

What's Your Religious Philosophy?

People are batty today! Poor Mel had a guy start a phone call with “I’m p*ssed off because I haven’t got my fabric!” – not exactly a positive start to the day! I’ve had a hag on the phone blaming me for somebody else giving her the wrong information and intimating that the information I was giving may also be wrong.

Yet, it’s sunny and shiny and happy out there! I think I’ve had an epiphany. Or I might have taken a knock to the head. I feel as though I’ve figured it out. Life. Just to enjoy it! The best thing about any event/day/phone call is that once it’s done I’ll never have to do it again! When this day at work is over, I will never ever be obliged to go through this day at work again. On the other hand, I’ll never be ABLE to go through it again, which means I’d better enjoy it while it’s here! I’m feeling hyperactive and abnormally happy. Even the batty customers can’t seem to get me down! I wonder if it’s anything to do with the Satanic Bible which I started reading this morning? That would make a certain limited amount of sense. Perhaps I shouldn’t over-analyse but just accept the joy.

It’s a lovely sunny day and I went for a stroll on my lunchbreak. How I regret that blissful wander now! For what should I chance upon but a dress! Such a dress! Full length, black “vegan” leather, laced-up at the front... I’m drooling even now. In that dress, even the frumpiest woman would look hot (not that I am frumpy). And the reason for the regret? It’s $200. I don’t have $200.

Goth clothing and accessories are once again becoming highly desirable in my eyes. They never really stopped being desirable, but more so with my increasing desire to differ. It’s as though the more bored and frustrated I am, the more appealing becomes the idea of myself as goth. I suppose that’s not entirely unexpected. It’s a form of rebellion, visible and easily interpreted, accepted but not embraced by the general public. It is even something which, in a moderate form, can be brought to the workplace. The only obstacle is the cash.