Saturday, May 30, 2015

Pizza Pie, literally


On what planet, or in who's reality does this make sense? All that pastry, crust, shiver. My real question is simply why? You have pizza and you have pies. Buy some of each, get yourself a coke and dig in. It is easy, both are freely available.

This is like interspecies breeding. It is the Frankenstein of the food world. It is more American bastadisation of the world's pallet. Big business proving they are willing to do anything to make a dollar.

How did the board meeting go that decided on this? "How can we bleed the stupid poor some more? How do we appeal to the lower socioeconomic levels of society this time?"

It is truly disturbing. Okay, so there are worse things, little boy fiddlers, female genital mutilation, but those things withstanding, this is disturbing.

Friday, May 29, 2015

The more you do, the more you do.

I had four weeks off and I sat on my arse and didn't fuck all. Nothing. Niente. Now that I am back at work, I am walking for an hour every night after work. I had all day every day for four weeks and I didn't move a muscle. Now, working a full day, I'm straight out the door after I get home - after I have had a cup of tea and some vegemite toast, of course - headphones on doing my hour long circuit. It doesn't really make sense. 

The more you do, the more you do.

Is this just me, or does everybody do this?

Wednesday, May 27, 2015


As I was driving home yesterday afternoon, I could see the Fitzroy commission flats and I could see the ugly new block of flats they are building in Collingwood and it occurred to me that they don't look that much different  See the Fitzroy commission flats in the back ground. Who would have ever thought they'd repeat the mistake and call it progress? See the new ones being built in the foreground. (Yes, I know, it is a bit hard to make out, but trust me the new version in Collingwood is going to be just as ugly)

This whole area of Collingwood should be evolved into a fabulous warehouse precinct, it shouldn't have ugly high rise blocks of flats built on it. The historic nature of the area should be preserved. We shouldn't lose it to property developers lining their own pockets with money at the expense of everybody else. Old buildings should be evolved and not obliterated by greed.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Dave

I'm lying on the couch watching the last Dave Letterman show with the cat on my lap, so it is difficult to type. The fire is burning, Buddy is lying next to me on the floor. Santo is sitting on the floor next to Buddy. It is a grey day.

I just want to say that I like Dave Letterman, I always have. He's funny, if a little repetitive, and he doesn't seem to take himself too seriously. Thanks Dave for all of the entertainment.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Out of pocket expenses

None of my surgery is claimable on Medicare, nor private health insurance. Can you tell me why this is not claimable? This is everything that is now wrong with our health system. How can having skin cancer cut out not be a claimable medical expense? I ask? 

It is because I went to a private clinic and not to a public hospital, that is the reason. 

How is this good at preventing more serious claims down the track? 

But not able to be claimed on private health insurance? What good is private health insurance? I think private health insurance is a waste of money. I've had mine for years and I have never really claimed, other than when I go to the dentist... and then my dentist told me that extra dental cover was a waste of money, you get far less out of it than it costs you and that we'd all be better off putting the extra cost of the extras cover into a separate bank account instead of paying to health insurance companies.

I guess I am lucky that I can afford it, but really, what does that say in itself? What happens to the people who can't afford it?

I really believe that politicians are in power for the good of all of the countries citizens and not just for the corporate honchos and themselves, which is clearly the case today.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Under the Knife

Tum di dah, the rain comes down at the end of the day, quite heavily. I had to drive Mark to the airport as he headed home today. It was as if the rain held off until the whiny northern NSW'er headed home, so we didn't have to listen to how cold it is down here.

I had my squamous cell carcinoma cut out at 2pm. It took longer than I thought it would, he seemed to be cutting for much longer than I thought he would. Tugging, pulling, wrenching, actually, there was very little of that. I could work out what he was doing with the movement of his hands, however. The stitching was easy to pick.

Now I have an Elastoplast starting at the corner of my eyebrow going diagonally up over my forehead. It feels kind of strange, like I have lost the movement in my right eyebrow. This is how people who have had Botox must feel.

Then I drove home. When I'd got home the whole thing, including driving time, took just 1 1/2 hours. Pretty good, I reckon.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Change, change, change, my head was spinning

Jack called and changed my assignments, yet again. I had the last 2 weeks in April off, lovely. I was supposed to start work again on May 01st, now, it is not until the week after next. 

I've got 2 assignments with 2 companies that were supposed to cover May and June and possibly some, if not all, of July. The 2 fitted together nicely, I should have known it was too good to be true.

Both assignments have since changed multiple times, every week since I got them. And my bank balance is heading south. Grrr! But, okay, I think I've got it. I just have to remember Monday week, the last week in May. (not the first, oh no not the 01st)

Then Jack called yesterday and asked if I could go straight into help out the company closest to home, within walking distance. They'd lost data, their systems were down, he couldn't tell me when they'd be up again, but could I drop everything and wait for the call.

The sun was shinning, my still steaming lunch was waiting on the kitchen bench for me, it was an absolutely glorious, sparkling day, the sun was shining in through the atrium's glass roof. I said, "I could absolutely go in tomorrow." We've still got plenty of time before end of month.

"Oh, tomorrow? Oh? Okay, cool," said Jack.

Well? Everybody else just seems to be serving themselves here, as I have seen over the previous 3 weeks, so why shouldn't I? Hey man, why are you spoiling my buzz? I'm cool, why aren't the rest of ya all cool? God dang it!