I watched The Empty Canvas. Otto and I lay on the couch together.
Brun heads upstairs straight after Sam heading upstairs to start work.
I thought about going to the gym, I truly did.
The sun is shining outside, it is a gorgeous day.
I must do something other than sitting on my arse all day. I must.
Tra la.
Then my favouirte, handsome, South African car YouTuber posted and that's me accounted for until lunch.
It's my ex's birthday, Happy Birthday Lauri.
I got my converted VHS Bette Davis movie back. Horst Buchholz is magnificent and I have been fascinated with Bette Davis ever since I saw Whatever Happened To Baby Jane as an 8 year old.
I had to drive out to the northern suburbs, which I kind of know. $30 later and I am kind of disappointed with the result, although watchable, it is pretty poor.
Now, I wonder, if this is just this conversion, or is this as good as I can hope? I don't know?
Could someone do a better job of it? I wonder?
Old black and white movies really have to be good prints/versions for all that contrasting light and shadows to shine.
I might ask someone else if they can do a better job of it. There is a classic movie shop in the city, I might ask them. One day. No hurry.
The empty canvas is the only one I can truly put my name to.
Now, I have to find and English language version of The Scientific Card Player. The other Italian movie Bette Davis made.
The rest of the day, I lay on the couch watching car reno shows on YouTube. Day off, why not.
I fell asleep in the afternoon. You have to love that. The sun shone outside, the day went on regardless.
I didn't go to the gym, much to Sam's chagrin. I must go to the gym. I must go tomorrow.
Boris is away sick.
It's been a busy day.
3pm. Fuck it, I'm knocking off to walk the dogs. I need to get away from work and get some intelligent conversation.
Just as I say that, I get emails from Fish Face and The Ponytail, at once. Jasus! I might need therapy after that.
Fish Face asked me for a breakdown of some figures. So, I sent her the breakdown of the required figures. She replied to my emial, still with my spreadsheet attached and said, You know what, I need a breadown of those figures. Dumb as a box of rocks. Shake of the head.
The Ponytail starts her email with, May you provide me with this information. A very senior staff member uses bad grammar, oblivious. May I? I choose the may not option. If anything, it makes me laugh.
Anyway, life is too short. It is just a curious time of year.
I'm out of here, it is a gorgeous day outside, just lovely, now I'm off to enjoy it.
It's a shit fight this time of the year. We do pay rises and promotions March 01st.
Of course, idiot me is involved in all the finances around the pay rises. It is that time of the year when I have to get up close and personal to HR, smelling their putrid breath and seeing the blood shot hue of their eyes.
Ha ha, I do all my work by email so as to avoid that very situation.
HR are popping their plugs all over the place, including Fat Tony, trying to get their incompetent work skills to produce results. Actually, Fat Tony is bailing, he's gone in a week. I'm guessing nobody will notice him gone.
That takes us back to an all female HR dept, and that's when they get really hard to deal with.
Yay. Looking forward to it.
Oh, yes, Monday in the office. I got up at 5am. I got into the office at 6.30am. A couple of coffees to get going. Then I was undisturbed for 2 hours. Lovely.
Oh, yes, everyone was pleased to see me. Yay.
"I feel like I haven't seen your smiling face for ages," said the Big Poo.
Oh, yes, whatever.
I left at 3pm.
It was really hot outside. 38 degrees. I guess, that is one advantage about being in the office, air con environment. Otherwise, it is just like they make me spend all that time travelling to get there and then I do exactly what I could be doing at home.
Grrrr.
Climate scientists say we may have reached a tipping point with the environment, from which there is no return. That didn't even make the news. Scientists warning us about imminent, uncontrolled danger, and, essentially, nobody listened.
We may be at the point of no return, and we effectively said, collectively, "Nyr."
When did we stop listening to scientists?
Can you imagine the shit show that is coming for us?
I'm not talking about the potential end of the human race, that possibly anyone born today is going to be firsthand witness to, although that is a thing all to itself.
No, I am talking about what is coming before that, when the people of the planet scramble to try and save their miserable selves from the immanent demise.
Can you imagine, after 40 years of inaction through greed and idiocy, and I'n not really sure why, how we're all going to lose every single right we've ever had, in the futile, last attempt, to save ourselves.
Can you imagine what that is going to be like? We will probably destroy ourselves in that period, before the poisonous end comes for us, anyway.
Those of us who are middle-aged, (do you know how much I hate saying that) we'll probably get through, but the young ones, they are fucked, as far as I can see.
The 20 somethings need to rise up and rebel against the govts of the world, and demand a better deal, otherwise their lives eventually will most likely be a misery.
Anyway, it's a beautiful day today, so, I guess living in the moment is what we have now, just enjoy the time we have left, older people, and younger people, good luck, you will probably need it.
Dodgy Angus was made leader of the opposition conservatives, the Liberal Party, on Thursday. The progressive side of politics, the Labor Party, and the party currently in power, must be happy with that, as Angus is widely considered by many to be a twat.
Malcolm Turnbull, former Liberal Party Prime Minister, labelled the new Opposition Leader as the ‘best qualified idiot’, referring to all the tertiary qualifications Angus has, for someone who has continually underdelivered in politics.
Jane Hume was promoted to deputy leader of the Liberal Party, after being dumped from shadow cabinet by Sussan Ley, the previous, and just dumped leader, after a number of gaffs that Jane made. She sniped at Sussan Lee from the back bench really through bitterness and revenge, you know, which really speaks volumes about the character of Jane Hume.
The problem with Sussan ley was she was too soft, too princess presented in a cream pants suit.
The Liberals are in disarray, if an election was held today, they would be wiped off the political landscape.
Go on Albo, call an election.
