The Shit Show Cometh

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.

Conservative Politics

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.

Friday Couch day

I lay on the couch all day with my laptop, pretty much what I did all day yesterday.

Sam came down from upstairs at one stage and asked, "What happened to the gym?"

"I'm sure nothing has happened to the gym," I reply. "I'm sure it's where it's always been."

I was disappointed to not have won lotto, so I could send my eagerly anticipated resignation letter to Boris this morning. 

I read about the guy who won the 80 million dollars. A south western suburbs retiree, who plans a trip to Italy. Oh yes, very nice, I thought when I read that.

I don't really want 80 million dollars, just a few million would suit me. Let's say 5 to 10 million. You know just enough to do the things you want, any more and I'm sure you'd just get silly with it. Any more and I am pretty sure it would have a detrimental affect on your life. We can't help it, we're stupid human beings.

I fell asleep on the couch for the afternoon, with Sam waking me late afternoon to take the dogs for a walk.

Thinking about it, the last shower I had was Tuesday morning. Is that bad? That's what happens when you are slothing around the house. Best I go and have one.

Stripper

Would you name your daughter Maddison?

We seem to have a rash of them at work lately. Lots of Maddisons, itmust have been a popular name for kids 20 years ago.

Don't you think it sounds like a stripper's name?

Maddison Monroe performing here tonight. Come watch what she does with cumquats!

It just feels like you'd be relegating her to a life where she'd have her snatch out for money for drunk men late into the night.

If she ever rose above the corus line of chick's who take their clothes off for money and got her own place, she could call it Maddison's Minge

What's the boy equivalent? Mitchell, I guess. Maddison and Mitchell could do a double act, Mitchell and Maddison Do Melbourne, oh, but, I guess, that's no longer stripping.

But, let's not be squeamish, Mitchell and Maddison are good sorts. That's why people pay to see them take their clothes off.

"See Mitchell help Maddison with her cumquats, without using his hands."

Queen of Soul

I've been home on my own the last few days, Sam's had to go to his office, and I've been listening to Renee Geyer, my queen of soul. 

I have been listening to her records oldest to newest. They are just the perfect collection of songs.

You can listen to any of her music, from any era and it still sounds current.

I chuckle to myself, from what I know of Aretha Franklin, who was one of the greatest singers of all time, but from many accounts, a bit of a cunt, she'd be turning in her grave hearing someone else being called Queen of Soul, but Renee was, she earned it. That's all.

Aretha Franklin was Renee's music god. 

I've been home on my own working away, and Renee has been singing for me. She really is perfection.

Working From Home

I'm defying (ha ha, do you like that? I feel like a 17 year old) Boris today. She told me she wanted me to work in the office today, but I'm not going.

Sam has to spend two days in his office, unusual for him, so I am working from home to look after the woofs.

I was going to tell Boris that I will work in the office on Wednesday - they just want me to work one of my days in the office - and I may still do that, but I've decided, initially, I'm just going to say I am working at home today.

I'm torn about this return to the office bullshit, even if it is only for one day a week. I feel like I am being a pussy and just caving in to it.

I've tried to tell them I want to work permanently from home, but they don't really listen, certainly Boris doesn't.

Anyway, we'll see.

What can they do? Sack me. (cross your fingers) Okay, go on then, at least it would make my mind up about resigning.

Oh, I can't decide about resigning? I don't know if I am being stupid, or not. Sam tells me not to resign, and that I am being stupid. 

"It's one day a week," he says. 

But, you know, twice I have spent too long in jobs that made me unhappy, so...

I know one thing, never threaten to resign. Either do it, or continue to state your case for what you want, or why you are unhappy.

Street Party

It was the gay street party near us today. It was hot. We walked up and down for a bit. 

Dykes smoking their cigarettes backwards, drag queens getting in the way trying to be fabulous, fags with dogs, people with cameras with those striking a pose, boys in shorts, girl’s with their tits out, guys with muscles, tall, fat, thin, short, the criminally ugly and the genetically blessed.

I don't know, unless, you are young, and want to get out of it on drugs and dance, and fuck everyone, nyr, it's all a bit, been there done that, many times.

I took my VHS tape out to the northern suburbs to get converted to someone who'd I'd assumed was a 20 something asian kid living with his parents, who turned out to be a middle aged dyke with dogs and a dyke attitude.

So, there you go.

Spent most of the rest of the day on the couch out of the heat.