Bucket List

I've been watching a friend's postings of his more and more extensive travels of Australia and the world. He bought a new Motor Guzzi motorbike and rode it right around Australia. And he seems to be travelling to all corners of the planet, constantly, just lately. Where he has been is just amazing, every country you wish you could visit, or wish you had visited, he seems to have been to just lately. Uruguay, the Falkland Islands, The Beagle Channel, Tierra del Fuego, Patagonia, The Amalia Glacier, just to name some of his latest destinations.

So me and my big mouth wrote this morning,

"Hey (name) have you been diagnose with a terminal illness and are doing your bucket list of travel?"

Well, you guessed it...

Food Poisoning

I've had a touch of food poisoning, I think it was the chicken. Sam added it to my leftovers lunch the other day when I didn't seem to have quite enough.

Very nice it was too getting up at 2am to take Brun for a wee and vomiting all at the same time. 

That was a few days ago and I thought I was all over it. I won't describe to you what happened this morning as I got out of the shower and farted with impunity... euw! is all I will say. Good thing we have a bath mat.

Gay Jesus

Hey Christians, that's right guys we're coming for you. The gay agenda won't be complete until it is fucken compulsory. Bend over and brace yourselves!

We got a new puppy, say hello to Brun. Two bulldogs, what fun.
Sam and I will now have matching bulldogs when we go to the dog park, tres gay

Tom's Journals?

My best mate, Tom wrote journals, I write journals. Tom died in 2007 (I can't believe so many years have passed so quickly) We were always going to combine the two sets of journals into one book, tentatively called Letters and Lies.

But then Tom died.

And that was that.

Well, I have been thinking about it lately, wondering what happened to Tom's journals?

Tom had great parents, I was friendly with both his mum and dad. I know that Tom's mum, Rita, has died since, but Tom's dad is still alive, but I haven't seen him since Tom's funeral. He was, I presume is, a great guy, but he must be getting on in age. I presume he has Tom's journals.

Could I just contact him now and ask him for the journals? That is my quandary? Just out of the blue, after 12 years, could I be so bold?

Pushing Up Against Me On The Tram

It was a blustery, windy morning, I love mornings like it. I love it when the wind blows fresh and clean. The cool breeze makes me feel alive.

7.30am. I caught the tram at Spring Street.

A guy followed right behind me onto the tram and sat next to me. He was displeased when I sat on the aisle seat and didn’t move over to the window. He mouthed something, mumbled maybe, like fuckwit. I could feel the angst radiate from him. Oh, we have an angry one here, I thought, as he pushed in past me.

He tried to take more room than he was entitled, as soon as we sat down, but I stood firm or, sat firm as the case may be. He was clearly trying to make me pay for not moving to the window seat. He pushed his leg against mine, but I just pushed my leg back against his leg. I’m not adverse to a solid wog boy’s leg against mine, not at all. His leg felt solid and muscular pushed up against mine.

Nice thighs, I thought.

I got out my phone and started writing my journal, as if he wasn’t there at all. (Actually, I started to write this)

He tried to push his shoulders back but, again, I held firm. I pushed back. He squirmed around next to me trying to get more of my space, pushing his thighs, pushing his shoulders, pushing his arse, continually, but I was the immovable object. I wouldn’t budge. Keep going, because I can.

Try all you like, buddy, I thought, but I’m enjoying a big wog boy squirming around up against me. Nose twitch.

I didn’t give in.

Then, when he got off, he tried to step on me as much as he could, as he got off at Swanson Street, but Auntie Elton was singing, You’ve Got to Love Someone, in my ears and I couldn’t have cared less. That gorgeous piano gave me shelter from the storm. 

Have a nice day, pathetic, I thought, so early to be so angry already with the day. I didn’t look up, but I could feel the agro leave me, I could feel a certain calm return.

Jesus the Dog

I had a dog called Zeus, but I spelt his name Jesus, because I liked to call his full name in the park, 

"Hey JeZeus."

Watch His Head Explode

We headed off late morning to eat lunch and get Buddy's food in Thornbury.

The sun shone, it was quite a nice day.

We cruised through Fitzroy, neither in a hurry, nor dawdling. There was a car in front of me at the give way sign in one of the back streets, and then there was me. There was a Land Rover Discovery coming towards us wanting to turn right, in front of us. 

The car in front of me went, and then so did I, just as the Land Rover tried to turn in front of me. Really? I thought. He turned out to be some angry loser who lost his shit when I didn’t let him go first. 

He started yelling at me, so I stopped in front of him, his open window pretty much lining up with mine. 

“What the fuck! What the fuck! You should fucking give way to me…” 

“You are turning in front of me,” I said. “Learn your road laws.” 

“You’re on a give way sign!” He was throwing himself around in the driver’s seat pointing at the give way sign. “A fucking give way sign, a FUCKING give way sign.” He seemed sooo pissed off about it, his face had flushed scarlet which was almost funny. At that moment I thought, have you just literally crapped your pants, but I thought better of laughing at that thought. I glanced at his wife in the seat next to him, and thought I bet you cop a backhander too, seeing him so upset about what would amount to a 30 second delay. I wonder what you do to get a fat lip? She looked away.

You are on a give way sign too, I thought. We are both on give way signs, you idiot. 

“Just learn your road laws,” I said. 

"Learn my road laws, LEARN MY FUCKING ROAD LAWS..."

I slipped the car into first and accelerated away, before his head did a Pulp Fiction on us.

Going on Holidays

We're researching Japan, we're going in 4 weeks.

So many temples, it's beginning to spin my head. Festivals and temples. I've  started a Word document, hopefully I can plot a path through it all very soon.

Tokyo, blossoms, snow monkeys, Kyoto, is what I have so far. And the Toyota car museum.

I only started working it out tonight.

Ignorance Is Bliss

I never read the newspapers after a mass shooting they are just too much, a feeding frenzy, besides I find that I absorb enough of the facts without ever trying to seek them out.

We bang on about it interminably, now don't we.

In fact, I barely like to acknowledge that it has happened. You know, if it weren't for the media outlets desperate for the latest big news item, if it weren't for the saturation coverage, I could almost miss that it had happened at all, and I'd be much happier for it, and it wouldn't affect my life.

If it weren't for the news services bringing the grimmest of news stories into my life so they can win the ratings, and then, I assume, get a bigger slice of the advertising revenue, I'd not know it even happened, I'd be none the wiser, and I really think that is a preferable way to live.

Fantastic Beasts, The Crimes of Grindlewald

We watched Fantastic Beasts, The Crimes of Grindlewald, the new JK Rowlings movie. Not a clue what it was about, really, not a clue.

As Catherine Tate's Nan would say, "What a load of shit."

Today

Where does the hate come from? We have to look deep to find the reasons for this, which seems difficult for us to do, what with conservatives defending the terrible, and the very conservative defending the heinous.

I know, inequality breeds contempt. I know conservative policies cause inequality. Trickle down doesn't work. New Zealand, Australia, England, America, except American's seemed to be fooled that conservative policies will save them.

George Pell

A friend asked me what I thought of George Pell?

"I think the best thing about George Pell," I said, "Is that I don't really have to have an opinion. Whatever?"

We discussed what we'd like for dinner, after that.

Gogglebox

We watched Gogglebox. Oh, I reckon Adam could do the whole show in his undies, that would be nice. Those legs.

A Star is Born

We watched A Star is born, or as I like to call it, A Star is Boring. Shot in that upclose and personal style, which I felt made it feel disjointed. We hired it on iTunes, didn't see it at the cinema, so we could turn it off halfway through when we had something else to do.

We had to go to David’s intervention, he's been fucking up on drugs to the point he is going into rehab for 3 months in a few weeks. We just went over to check on him, and to tell him what we think of his current behaviour. He took it well. 
David's cousin Stel has been looking after him, taking him food, but she doesn't want to do it any more. We met to discuss that.

Then it was back to A Star is born. Lady GaGa was good, it was Bradley Cooper I didn't like. The second half was better than the first half. Nyr.

I Said What?

A friend came to stay. She is a heavy cigarette smoker and smokes pot like a demon. 

She had her phone on loud speaker chatting to her friend for the longest time. She is a techno moron and had said she had just recently got the phone she was using. When I asked her if she knew she could take it off loud speaker, you never know unless you ask, she said that she didn't like putting it to her ear because of the risk of cancer.

I said, "What?"

Watching Movies

We watched Bohemian Rhapsody, I liked it. I've always been a Queen fan, though. I know their story. I think I had Sheer Heart Attack long before A Night at the Opera came out. I had the first 2 albums, Queen and Queen II.

We watched Crazy Rich Asians. I'd fuck Ronnie Chieng, in a heartbeat, too cute.

Car Alarms

Is there any greater embodiment of misplaced hope than car alarms?

Man's Best Friend

 

Very Nice

 

Sometimes It Just Comes Out

I left at 7.20am. In the dark. It seemed dark this morning. The light is fading, the days are getting shorter already. Summer is on the wane. Are we ready for this? So much for being burnt up by the summer sun.

I don’t walk to work, the same way that I walk home, never, sometimes I wonder if that is odd? (Deep down, perhaps I think I am a secret agent?) (or an armoured car?)

I like looking at the hot bike riding boys riding to work all waiting in Brunswick Street for the lights to change at Victoria Parade. They are generally young, in their twenties, or thirties, generally in shorts, often thin cotton, and always with the bike seats, you know, doing the split beaver.

I got on the tram at Albert Street. It was quite a breezy day, but it was also quite humid, so I didn't feel like getting to the office covered in sweat. I found a seat just inside the tram, but it was hot inside, stuffy, airless. My question continues to be, why isn't there any air conditioning on the new trams in the morning? It is especially hot for me as I have just walked twenty minutes to the tram stop. Okay, 10 minutes, but who's counting. But, I began to sweat quickly, so, the only thing to do was to go and stand in the doorway, because at least then I get a gust of fresh air when the doors open. There is a spot on those trams where there is a bit of a wall and you can stand more out of the way but still get the breeze when the doors open, but a chick in her active wear had already taken that spot, so I had to stand in the doorway, at the rear door, as it turned out, in front of the seat. It was 7.30am, so the tram wasn't so busy, so I wasn't really in anybody's way. Headphones in, Rolling Stones playing, lovely. Each time the door opened I leant out and took great lung bucketsful of fresh air in, as I felt the cool breeze blow around me. 

Now, out of the corner of my eye I saw a man get up from the seat next to me, and another man move to that seat as the tram got going. I don't know why those modern trams are so stuffy in the mornings, I assume the private operators avoid turning the aircon on to cut costs, you know like when they took over the network they said they wouldn't reduce the number of stops to cut costs, and then they got rid of every second stop in the city.

Then there was a tap on my left arm. I turned to see the guy who had just taken the seat wanted to say something to me, express a view, give me a weather report, whatever. So, I took my left earpod out of my ear and Street Fighting Man stopped playing. It immediately hit me that this guy was the spitting image of George from George and Mildred, I guess that ages me. 

"If you moved away from the doorway, you wouldn't be blocking it for everybody else." 

His rat-fat came to rest in what I would call a snide attitude. Or, resting rat face. 

It was early, it was practically just me and rat face. There were a couple of others, of course, but there certainly wasn’t a line of people wanting to use the door, in front of who I was standing, just me wanting some air. 

You know, I may have attempted to explain to him the heat and stuffiness and my need for some fresh air, but as it was just me and him and, I am sure, because there was something intrinsically repulsive about this guy, some annually retentive number cruncher – yes, I am aware I could be described in such away, well, not annually retentive, or repulsive, I hope, but a number cruncher – the type who'd sweat furiously as he masturbated to old, stained, girlie magazines, a true mouth breather, that what, actually, came out of my mouth was, 

"And if I told you to mind your own business, you'd probably be offended, go figure." 

Oh, yes, I was a little surprised when that came out of my mouth. It was early, I’d only had one coffee, what can I say? But, seriously, I find it difficult to buy into other people’s neurosis.

There was a moment that we just gazed at each other, both of us not quite believing I'd just said that. Then it was 'close your mouth, Christian,' earpod in, good job done. Look straight ahead. Street Fighting Man came back on. 

Hey so my name is called Disturbance

I'll shout and scream

I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants

Not long after, I felt him push aggressively against me, like a five year old who hadn't got his way, as he exited the tram at his stop, which was also my stop, so I stepped out into the cool breeze and watched him scuttle away like a small, insignificant blue crab in front of me.

If the world laughed even just a little more, it would be a much nicer place

Am I Getting Intolerant, or is it People?

Buddy and I were sitting out the back of Woollies in the sun, under our favourite tree, there was a nice gently breeze blowing, the occasional bird chirping in the tree, it was quiet and serene, as we waited for Sam to buy some sausages for dinner to go with the mashed potato, the one thing I make with any regularity. (Sam came back with ribs, but that makes no difference to this story)

There is a gnarly tree root on the edge of the garden which makes a lovely seat, Bud sat at my feet, off his lead, his big pink tongue hanging out dripping saliva all over the cobblestones in front of him.

We watched the people come and go.

A woman, who’d parked her car at the end of Hodgson Street, (which is blocked off by the footpath on which we were sitting) or right in front of us, came out and got into her car. She looked a little sweaty, her hair was pulled up on top of her head, with wisps having let go during the day. She started her car and then, clearly, she started to check her phone messages. She checked her phone messages for the longest time, all the time her car’s engine was revving and her air conditioning was switching on and off, on and off, on and off, continuously. (I’d like to say the smell of exhaust fumes wafted by us, as that would build my case, but I can’t really say they did. And she was driving a Volvo so it was probably unlikely)

“Kerchee.”

“Kerchish.”

“Kerchee.”

“Kerchish.”

All the time the car’s engine revved.

“Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

She must have sat there for 10 minutes. Ten minutes! How many messages could you possibly have that need reading at this moment?

What about the planet? The petrol. The carbon dioxide. The world's resources. Give it some thought.

“Kerchee.”

“Kerchish.”

“Kerchee.”

“Kerchish.”

“Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

It nearly drove me mad. Why start your car if you are going to sit there for the rest of your life checking your phone? Of course, by the end of it I was hoping it was the rest of her life, as I was very definitely wishing her dead.

A Great Cheesecake Recipe

A cafe near my house makes the best muffins. Blackberry muffins. The only muffins they have are blackberry, and they are great.

I reckon you can have one great thing to be a great cafe, you know, a great cheese cake, or a signature blackberry muffin.

(Is it painfully obvious that I have never run a cafe?)

Of course, it helps if you have a lot of great things. But, blackberry muffins, yum, yum.

Of course, I am not going to tell you where they are, as I don't want any competition for them. I want them there on the days that I might want one, and certainly not in your stomachs. But, you can trust me, they are good.

Today, my fingers taste like blackberry.

Mellifluous

Mellifluous is one of those words that I always wanted to be sinister. She was murdered in an alley by a mellifluous character who came at her from the shadows with a big knife. She never saw him coming, she didn't know he was there until his hands gripped her throat from behind. She only saw a momentary glint from the knife as it came down upon her.

But it actually means sweet sounding, musical.

Vote The Liberal Party Out Of Office

No matter what rubbish our idiot Prime Minister says, just remember when it comes time to vote in the election what we really want. A decent NBN. A fully funded and equitable public health and education system. Clean drinking water and clean air. Action on climate change. Affordable gas, electricity and housing! An ethical welfare system that doesn’t punish the poor and favour the rich. Acknowledgement of our nations first people, and not just closing the gap, but surpassing all the limitations placed on them. A fully funded ABC. And the humane treatment of refugees. All the things on which the Liberal Party has failed us.

Saturday Night Out With The Guys

David booked a show which was a part of Midsummer. Surrender to desire, cathartic release, joyous and rebellious, this is a queer punk cabaret of the divine kind. Sounded good.

Well, that is something like how David described it. He sent me a link, which I didn't read fully. I started to read it, but I decided not to spoil it. I got the general gist as above.

David was bringing his new boyfriend, Malcolm, which usually never goes that well. Oh, what do I mean? David acts like he's been married for years with some guy he could barely know, usually somebody that I just can't take to. (Usually, first impressions are right) He plays happy couples to the nth degree. Donna Reed eat your heart out. It always seems a little forced, pathetic, even desperate, as I always know how they are going to end. Oh, badly, yes.

A couple of the other guys were going too. Tommy V, Fat Beau. David would pick us up, we'd meet the others there, at the place.

I liked Malcolm immediately. He seemed genuinely lovely, which I was pleased about. Surprised, a little.

It wasn't far from home. I was very pleased to see the Spiegeltent when we got there. I love the Spiegeltent.

We got drinks and waited enthusiastically.

The show started half an hour late, which always gripes me a little. You can at least start a show on time. Seriously. I know there can be reasons for a late start on occasions, but really you should be able to start a show on time generally.

Then we got the angry lesbian show. The audience was mostly women, I could see. David had picked badly. The girls were really into it. I like seeing lots of different stuff on stage, edgy is good, I reckon, but I found the high pitched whooping and squealing after everything the girls in the audience thought was a great point, shall we say, unfamiliar to me. Read grating. There was a lot of clapping, but not really from us. 

Then it was interval. We got more drinks. The boys weren’t being quiet about their disdain for the show. I wanted to say shhhh to them. Only David – he booked it what could he say – and I were willing to give the second half a go.

Beau looked pale and wide-eyed and wasn’t going back in for anyone. Beau the Bear, not really one for girl’s issues.

Tommy V wasn’t keen either. “Yeah, no,” said Tom.

Sam didn’t want to go back in either. “It’s rubbish,” said Sam in his usual blunt style.

David said he’d never left a show halfway through. The new boyfriend, Malcolm, was sweet with his comments, he was easy, willing to go with the flow.

And me? You know, if someone is getting up on the stage to do something, I’m willing to keep my bum in the seat to repay that bravery, at the very least. There is always something you can get from a performance. No, really. Be generous, that’s what I think. The lights, the action, the hot breath of a live show always has to be good in some way, surely.

However, we left. Fled before the end of interval. And. That was that. David chose badly.

There was nothing really wrong with the show, the rest of the audience were clearly (drunkenly) loving it. But, you know, was it really edgy? I’ve seen chicks with strap-ons before who were more interesting. I’ve heard better rage before, that was more powerful. If you want to staple a love heart to your arse go right a head, but it really needs to say more. I’ve seen sexier dancers. I’ve been captivated much more by songs of longing and a performance strip.

The ZZ Plant And The Coby Story

David is hopeless with plants. Terrible, I know that. I have saved a number of plants which I have taken out of his custody, removing them from his clutches.

Dogs, plants, people, I like them in that order. Dogs over people is a no brainer. Plants over people too, they are much nice, easier to understand, and give you so much more joy.

And now that David is in the middle of a nervous breakdown and rearranging his life – cleaning out his cupboards, moving house, moving cities, new car, everything is in flux – he has decided that he doesn't want any plants in his life. So, he bought over an agave and a ZZ plant to me, as I am good with plants.

The ZZ plant was in his bathroom, and I've wanted it for some time. Wanted to save it for some time.

Now ZZ plants are really hardy, considered indestructible. The only way people kill them is by over watering them, with too much love. They pretty much survive on neglect. I don't really understand the neglect, as it is not hard to google what a plant’s needs are. If not, why have them in the first place?

David's ZZ plant looked near death. (looks near death) So, this morning I re-potted it, thinking the roots were probably rotten, been in his bathroom, it made kind of sense, that its soil was, waterlogged, whatever. It was in one of those useless pots that has the saucer permanently attached, and the plant was probably left sitting in water. As I slid my finger down into the pot it seemed like the soil was collapsing though dehydration, and not wet at all.

I text David and asked him when the last time was that he watered the plant? He eventually text me back to say he'd never watered it. Never watered it? Really people, how hard is it?

We took Coby to the dog park with Buddy. She kind of 'went' two dogs. I wouldn't exactly say it was aggressive, more your dominance thing. I can kind of understand, Coby is away from all she knows for the first time in her life, she must be stressed out. She kind of jumped at them and gnashed her teeth. Charged them. She must be feeling insecure, which is understandable, everything is unknown for her right at the moment.

Unfortunately, one of the dogs was little Honey, and her owner Robyn was standing right next to us.

I was surprised. Embarrassed a little. Not that anything really happened, Coby just kind of mouthed Honey's head, but it was sudden and unexpected.

So, I told Robyn the David and the ZZ plant story and how he never watered it. I kid you not. Why? I don’t know. Really? What possessed me? I was a bit thrown by Coby, and looking for a subject changer? Robyn must think I am the most boring person on earth. Maybe I am the most boring person on earth? I cringe at the thought.

She looked at me politely, then she took her phone out and checked it.

Crickets.

I've Got A Big Black Dog

Mark called me on Messenger. I was drinking my first coffee and waking up. He's renovating the small cottage on his property, he was just taking a break from it. I was just pissing around, my first day off, off the two days I have off, for the week, reading the news online, or as I like to call it, the daily misery tale.

"Hello," he said. His smiling face coming into focus.

"Hello," I said. My eyes dropping to the small picture in the bottom of the screen of my face looking back at me, to see how I looked. I hadn’t looked in the mirror as yet today and I was checking my appearance.

"How are you?" asked Mark.

"I've got a big black dog," I said.

"Oh, really," said Mark. "Why are you feeling so down?"

I laughed, the sympathetic tone in his voice was sweet. "No, really, I have a big black dog."

"What?" said Mark. “I don’t…”

I am dog-sitting Rachel's Portuguese Water Dog, Coby.

I stood up and got Coby to stand up so she was visible on Mark's screen.

"See," I said. "A big black dog." I chuckled.

"She's beautiful," said Mark.

And she is.

Rachel is away for a month, travelling to South America, Antarctica and then New Zealand. She's always going somewhere. She loves to travel. This is the first time we have looked after Coby.

It is interesting having a big dog again. Buddy might be a muscly guy, but he’s not big. I like having a big dog again, there is something nice about a dog being as big as you when you are both sitting on the floor together.

I'm Terribly Sorry... I Mean... You Know... Oops

I slapped the woman in the legs with 10 kilos of dog meat as I got off the tram and she was none too pleased about it.

“Oh, I am so sorry.” And I was. There isn’t much room between the seats on those new trams, like most things modern and up to date.

My apology seemed to make little difference she still had her lips pursed into something resembling a cat’s arse as I smiled sweetly in her direction.

I don’t really think it was the impact that she was most concerned about, it would have been cold and soft. When she sat down I saw her gaze into my bag on the floor between us, Oh, what have you bought, to see a mountain of diced beef just sitting there staring back at her, and she looked more aghast at that point than later. She did an uncanny impersonation of Edna Everage, as she looked from the bag on the floor and back to me. She gave the distinct impression that, perhaps, she was a vegetarian, or vegan, certainly anti meat.

So, I guess I can understand her anguish when 10 kilos of lovely red meat shimmied up her shin, as I was exiting the tram. Well, I don’t actually understand it, but I can imagine. 

The look on her face was priceless. Worst nightmare, and all.

Oops.

I threw 10 kilos of dog meat over my shoulder in my reusable carry bag and nearly dislocated my shoulder in my attempted get away.

Oops, again.

Too Hot To Come To Work

Melissa had done little to help, I see, when I get into work this morning. Oh, that's okay, I think, whatever. I can get it all done on my own.

A bit later I find out that she didn't come into work on Friday due to the extreme heat risk. (remember it was 40 degrees on Friday) It is her horses, she has horses, and she has to be home on the off chance that she has to evacuate them if there is a bush fire.

Queen of the day off, I tell you.

Just A Day Off

The Australia Day long weekend holiday.

Australia Day, Labour Day, Anzac Day, Easter Day, Xmas day, I can honestly say, they mean nothing to me.

When I am working, they mean time off from work. When I am not working, they mean absolutely nothing.

Hot Night

I slept like a baby, last night. Although, I sleep like a baby every night. But, last night, the over night minimum was 32 degrees. Yesterday, it was 40 degrees and today it is forecast to be 44 degrees.

We have air conditioning in our bedroom, but we only use it on unbearable nights, like last night. We used it last night, the first time we have used it this summer. We try not to use it for environmental reasons. And truthfully, despite some hot nights, last night was the first time I really felt like I needed it. So, I slept with my doona over me. Lovely.

The thing I love about living in Melbourne is that there is always a change and at 4pm it is forecast to drop 20 degrees in 20 minutes, from 40 to 20. Lovely. Can't wait for that, the relief is normally exquisite.

Alien Regret

 

It's Hot Outside

It's hot outside, farcken hot!

Buddy and I sat in front of the fan all day. Buddy snored, stretched out behind me, harrumph. I didn't. 

I settled in to watch Julie and Julia, which I bought earlier in the day for $1 at cash Converters. Meryl Streep and Amy Adams, what is there not to like.

I bought Accidental Tourist, too, for $1. It's a movie I saw years ago, which I remember I loved. It had a lovely house, a great design sensibility, if I remember rightly.

40 degrees today, hotter tomorrow, they are forecasting 44. Still, it is summer, you know, you were expecting frosts, perhaps? (I'm trying hard not to be a whiny little bitch, you understand.)

Bud and I are happy in front of the fan.

Pill testing is a no brainer, but spineless Australian politicians would rather be re-elected than save lives. They pigheadedly pursue their failed war on drugs and people die.

When Is A Lie Not A Lie? When It Is Sesame Balls and Ginger Soup

I was up at 7am. I ate muesli and drank coffee.

Sam was up at 8.30am. When he asked if I had eaten breakfast I looked him in the eye and said, "No I haven't."

Oh yes, I'm bad, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.

He made sesame balls in ginger soup

The lie was perfectly justified in my mind to get sesame balls and ginger soup. I'd sell my grandmother - the one that drank a bottle of brandy and smoked a packet of Kool cigarettes a day and not the grandmother who was a property developer, you understand - to get sesame balls and ginger soup for breakfast.

I made coffee.

Lazy Saturday

Tra la la, it was a gorgeous day. Nothing much planned. The sun shone, we wore shorts. It was nice being up early, the cool morning air was gorgeous.

We took Buddy to the dog park early.

A couple of people sitting on cafe tables out on the footpath said hello to Buddy by name. The nice lady with the 2 Border Collies, said she had just been talking about him to her breakfast companions and then there he was sitting next to the two who were most interested in him, putting his head on their legs and getting pats and loving every minute of it all. A bit further along a young woman said to her breakfast companion, “There’s Buddy.” I didn’t quite recognise her, I sometimes don’t if they don’t have their dogs with them.

“Buddy is more social than we are,” I said to Sam. We laughed... because it is true.

Then we did a longer walk around our suburb, the big block around where we live. It is a nice walk when the streets are relatively empty and the tourists haven’t arrived as yet. That is the thing about living in the inner suburbs, you get invaded by people from the outer suburbs on a daily basis, during the weekend.

We walked into the CBD for lunch and ate Eastern and Central Asian food. Noodles and Skewers. Yum. Lots of lamb. Gotta luv lamb.

Of course, Sam wanted to go to the drone shop in Melbourne Central, so I sniffed around JB HiFi while he did that. The drone shop is like a secret I haven’t been let in on.

We came home and took a nap on the lounge room floor listening to music. Well, I was on the floor with the big orange cushion. Sam was on the couch. The sun shines, the warm air blew through the French doors. A couple of hours passed. I wondered if we were just being lazy, but then I dozed off and didn’t give a shit.

I was woken by Buddy running out the back and barking at the next door neighbours who were having some sort of get together with friends. It is lovely to have an afternoon nap though.

We took Buddy for a second walk. Just to the park and back. Sam has been reading about how much exercise Bud should have and just taking him to the dog park, which is only a couple of streets away isn’t enough, so when we have the opportunity we take him for a bit more.

The dopes with the unfriendly bull terrier were there so we didn’t stay long. These idiots take their unsocialised bull terrier to an off-lead dog park and then abuse the people whose dogs are off-lead when their dogs come near their aggressive dog. For as long as I live I will never understand some people. Where is my “People… not a fan,” t-shirt. They were there again today, so we didn’t stay long.

We ate stir-fried noodles for dinner.

We watched Breath, a book that I loved. The film was okay.

I Scared A Disabled Girl In Smith Street, Yes, Very Proud.

I was walking home Smith Street and a girl was walking towards me. I moved closer to the window, so she could go passed me, but then so did she move closer to the window. I had my headphones in listening to U2 and didn’t think much of it. But, I wasn’t giving her any ground. I stuck to the window and so did she. Then we were coming face to face. Neither of us giving ground. Stopped. I pulled out my left earbud and then, suddenly, she was apologising to me, and she was clearly mentally disabled. She seemed scared and intimidated and confused by my actions, right there in front of me. A small, scared lamb, she scurried around me. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said.

I suddenly felt like a bastard. She kept apologising. I winced inside.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

She went into Subway, still apologising, I got the distinct feeling to get away from me.

Oops.

Day Off

"Thank the universe," I said. I sat down in the lounge room with my coffee this morning.

"For what?" asked Sam. He was getting ready to leave for work.

"A day off, finally," I said. "How many weeks have I been filling in for the Queen of the Day off, I ask you?"

"One," said Sam deadpan.

"It feels as though I have been working all year without a day off..."

"It was a week."

"I am sooooooo exhausted, I can't begin to tell you..."

"You did 2 extra days," said Sam. "Two days, don't be so dramatic."

"I'm going to enjoy today."

"It is going to be 37 degrees."

"Oh," I said. "I thought you told me it was going to be 30 degrees all week."

“It is summer,” said Sam. “What can I say?”

Still, I don’t have to go to work, I thought.

People are Stupid

When I walk home, I come to the pedestrian crossing in Lansdowne Street. I never have to push the button, it is easy to cross, I hardly have to wait a minute. Just wait for the cars, and cross, don’t be scared.

I often watch people walk up to the pedestrian crossing, push the button and then just stand there waiting for the green man, with no cars coming from either direction.

They might as well stand there with their mouths open.



The other day, I watched a guy walk up to the same pedestrian lights and push the button stopping all of the cars.

He then turned around and waited for his wife and child to catch up, who were still making their way out of the Fitzroy Gardens.

By the time his wife and kids got to the pedestrian lights, the lights had changed back to green.

Complete oblivious to the cars driving down Lansdowne Street he pushed the pedestrian lights again, stopping all of the cars once more.

Oh yes, I know I am a bit of a pedestrian crossing Nazi, like I am a lift Nazi, but really? Come on. Give it some thought, don't just drift through life dribbling out the corner of your mouth.

Monday Off

Melissa didn't come in, apparently, she wrecked a tyre and couldn't drive home. Really?

Whatever? I'm already working so, as I said, whatever?

Maybe, I just don't take enough days off? But then, I only work 3 days so I don't have to take days off.

Our boss, apparently, is pissed at Melissa taking so much time off already, and then she says she can't get to work because of a bad tyre. Really? She doesn't have a spare tyre?

Queen of the day off.

Drones and Dogs

We went to the country and flew the drone with Buddy. Yes, Sam has a drone. Everything just lately has been about drones.

Buddy barked at it with its first couple of launches, woof woof, after that it was just ears up, head tilt, and his usual laid back disposition.

Like a giant mosquito helicopter, it lifts straight up off the ground. Suddenly, up high, hovering overhead.

Turn, turn, and then straight off across the blue. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Until it is hard to see in the distance. A speck in the blue yonder. The electronically controlled mosquito, buzzing somewhere overhead.

Turn, turn, and back again. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Straight back.

The drone followed us around the old golf course, it has a setting to do that automatically. It was a gorgeous day, the sun shone, the sky was blue. There were lots of people walking their dogs.

I thought someone might object to our flying mosquito, I thought some of the dogs may have reacted, but none of them did. Some of the guys asked questions, not of the dogs cared.

There was some problem with the camera stabiliser, so all the footage has a ripple effect to it, but Sam has since fixed that.

It takes gorgeous footage. Be that as it may, I still don’t really get the point of them. It is just a toy, really.

The Queen of the Day Off

I had to work all week because Melissa, the queen of the day off, had taken the week off, so I had to work all week.

You know, if I want to work full time, I'd get a full time job, I think, as she asks me to work for her. "Yeah, sure," I say.

Then she reminds me of the next couple of weeks she is taking off over the next few months.

I smile nervously.

"You okay to work for me?"

"Yeah, sure," I say. I can feel my jaw clenching as I say it. Grrrr.

What can you do?

I know, first world problems. And if I don't like it go and work somewhere else, I hear you say. Well, that is what Sam would say, did say, so I have to whinge here.

In The Heat

42.5 (for our American friends 108.5) degrees in Victoria today. Total fire ban. Extreme bush fire warning. And you just know that there is a guy somewhere with a box of matches in one hand and his dick in the other hand.

2019

Life isn’t always fair, it goes by quickly, it’s sometimes hard, but it can also be joyous and you should always be yourself.

Back to Work

Back to work, sad face. The time off has been great, but here I am, my holidays have come to an end.

I only have to work one day, it is true. Right about now I think why wasn't I organised enough to take this day as leave? Stupid me. The things you think when it is too late.

We didn't do much, as I ran into Guido the last day of working last year and I got a bag of pot, so we didn't do much, much to Sam's chagrin. 

The plumber dug up the front yard and fixed the storm water drain, and Sam and I put all the brick paving back down again, so we did that.

Buddy got walked every day, twice some days.

And here we are, 15 minutes and I have to get in the shower to get ready for work. Yay!

Happy New Year

Happy New Year. I hope you all have a lovely 2019. Nearly 20 years of this century gone already. So, relax and enjoy your life, it goes quick.