The Devil Returns

 Wow! Grumpy, crappy, shitty, Christian made a come back with a vengeance yesterday. He kinda sneaked up on me. I yelled at my mum. I, practically, couldn't stand to look at David, let alone talk to him, when he was doing his usual, demand my attention, look at me, fairy-dust, isn't life wonderful routine, when I got home. I know, I should be used to that by now. What is it, 10 days off the cigarettes. My, famous, patience evaporated completely, my fuse disappeared to millimetres in length, my fangs grew, the hair on the backs of my hands bushed up. This giving up smoking is insurmountable. I felt good for the four, or so, weeks that I smoked and now I'm back to dipping my toes in the lake of misery. Negative, mean thoughts invade my head.

The Champix took care of the withdrawal cravings. I can honestly say that I haven't felt any of those.

My Year Without Sex

I went to see My Year Without Sex. I liked it, a simple and charming story. I've always loved Matt Day there is something really lovely about him. Natural. Honest. Not to mention the killer smile.

It did touch on the problem with parents today and that is that children are running the show. It really is time parents showed some back bone and took back control.

The paedophile was hilarious. The yuppy couple revolting. The Christians, well, your normal uptight lot. Her decision about God enlightening. The family life was played well, realistically. The story was good. There are lots of things subtly included in this film. The cinematography was a bit too stark, at times, for my liking.

Sixty Per Cent of Australians Back Gay Marriage

A poll conducted for Australian Marriage Equality found that three in five Australians support gay marriage. The survey of 1,100 respondents found 60 per cent of Australians were in favour of same-sex marriage and in the recognition of gay marriages performed overseas.

The Greens voters gave the highest % support, followed by Labour voters. But even 50% of conservative voters gave their support, now that's pretty good.

Women were more likely to support gay marriage than men. (It's not being made compulsory, boys) The younger age groups gave greater support than the older age groups, with the over 50's the only age group dipping under majority support. (It didn't happen in my day)

Bob Brown said, "The Australian people are way ahead of the Rudd government and the Turnbull opposition."

So, let's hope the boss of the beige people, Kevvy babe, reads the survey.

It really should be such a non-issue by now. If two people want to get married they should be allowed to. Why should anyone not involved have a say in it?

Nobody has any legitimate opposition to same-sex marriage, other than bigotry, so come on let’s get with the 21st century and make all those lesbians, with white dresses in their closets, happy.

 

Bliss

Nearly Midnight...

Winter, tree branches like splinters, heating on. The breeze has a bite. The sun has gone. I stayed in all day, the sky was grey. I didn’t leave the house, I didn't even go to the shop. Lit a fire, a pile of wood I’d chopped. I was at my computer from morning to dusk. My ears are ringing, I’m not sure why? Tinnitus from the whine of my machine, I guess. I wonder, is that even possible? Likely? I'm going to keep away from it tomorrow just to test. It does have a certain, constant pitch. It’s not the first time, the ears not the whine. I wondered if I was sick, something to do with my eye problem that just won’t quit. You know, moving to my ears just to be a bitch. But maybe it’s the hours I spend in front of the screen, nine hours today, it would seem. I’m sure it’s not good for me, I should be exercising, you know, moving about.

Bloody hell, I haven’t ridden my bike or gone for a walk in weeks.

OMG! David wants to give the cleaner a pay rise. I want to give her the sack. We have some ground to make up, on this one. 

Brrrr!

Oo! Cold morning. Cold hands. Cold feet. Brrr! My toes are freezing. Brrr! Chilled. I’m sure they are red. Blue. Icy, grey. Like a corpse, cadaver, not long dead.

What to do? Waste the day like I usually do? I could write something. Yes, I could, would, should, will.

What is there to eat? Muesli, coffee, socks. Emails, news, stocks. What time is it? What day is it? My, my, how quickly every day is beginning to seem like the last. Lunch invite, I think I might. Get out of the house, out and about. Enjoy the sun. Shrug. If there was one.

 

Slava's Snowshow

If you want to go and see a wonderful show, go see Slava's Snowshow. I saw some advertising for it, apparently, it is returning soon. It is magical, whimsical and beautiful. I think it is one of the finest shows I've seen. Just gorgeous.

Love and Marriage

Love and marriage, love and marriage,

go together like a horse and carriage.

This I tell you, brother,

you can’t have one without the other.

Only if you are straight, of course.

Otherwise, you are not good enough,

not counted, out of sight,

that is the continuing fight

Guns

Missy's Rise and Shine

Missy was in bed before me, I got to bed about 2am. She was sprawled out across my doona, one paw over her face. She may as well had eye covers on. The only discernible change as I crawled into bed was the purring started. Otherwise, she wasn't moving a whisker for me.

Anyway, she has just gotten up. Just now. How many hours is that? It's a cat's life, hey! Well, there's nothing wrong with her bladder, I must say. She's straight to sniffing around her food bowl, glancing up at me with "that" look.

"Have we forgotten something, per chance?" Look back at her food bowl. Look back at me.

Then she comes into my study and rubs her head against my calf insistently. "Meow!" She sits beside my desk chair and every so often she reaches straight up and presses both her sets of claws into my hip just to remind me.

 

At the Movies

I went to see Terminator Salvation, last night, at the casino. It was a big, block buster of an action movie. You were expecting? Big scenes, big sets, big action, big machines, big men. Bang, pow, zap, smash, run! Yeah, it was good. Good in that generic, he-man, all-action kind of American movie.

There were a few holes. At the beginning, When everyone was killed and Christian Bale, John Connor, escaped, how? Why wasn't he killed? And The Sam Worthington character, Marcus; how, exactly, did he locate everyone, the way he did?

But, Sam Worthington sure is pretty.

It all hung together well and unlike The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, which I watched on DVD the other night, I wasn't hoping it would end a considerable time before it did. It kept my interest all the way through. It's nothing that we all haven't seen, many times, before. But, it was good.

The ubiquitous love interest? I was just surprised it wasn't Angelina Jolie peeling herself out of that jet-fighter suit.

The casino was pumping, boy was it busy. Kind of sad in a way, soulless, supermarket entertainment. But sexy boys every where, with girls in, seemingly, shorter skirts than the girl before.

The most exciting bit was getting out of the car park afterwards. Median strips were stopping us from going in the direction we wanted. No problem, in a four wheel drive, the Range Rover just drove over them all, and in minutes we were heading up Flinders Street. Now, would we have done that if we'd just been to see Sampson and Delilah?

A Child's World

Children are running the world.

now we are shutting down the net for them.

Why does the rest of the world have to pay

for the lazy parenting skills of today?

Well, There's a Thing

Okay, I have to write this, just because. It's probably not something I would usually write, exactly, maybe, but I'm a little surprised by it.

It's not something I've really experienced before. No, it's not.

I imagine that Kaine wouldn't be too impressed if he knew I was telling the world.

David's always loved it, but then David's sexual tastes aren't always what one would describe as "usual."

Shane says he's okay with it, but it isn't something he'd choose in a guy, like David would.

I'm surprised that I, actually, kinda like it. Well, have grown to like it, kinda quickly. On my hands, afterwards...

I haven't told David yet, he'll get his "crazy" eyes when I do and he'll demand to know every last detail.

I, guess, I like it because I like Kaine. It's all apart of him.

And remember, my last two boyfriends, Manny and Maurice, who should have had the potential for it, but had surgery as adults to please their then boyfriends.

I'm not sure that I want to say it now, because once written down the meaning may not, exactly, be as clear as I might want it to be.

Okay. Kaine's foreskin has a pungent scent, even straight out of the shower, I tested it... and I find that I like it.

There. I said it. It's just him. David says he looks for it. Shane says he likes body odour. The smells of men. To be enjoyed.

Who'd have thought?

Got to Love a Charity Photo Shoot

I Want To Go On Holidays Too

Shane went to America on Wednesday to couch surf his way along the west coast for a month. He can trade sex for accommodation, it is a recognised currency. L.A., San Francisco, Las Vegas, Palm Springs. The sun should be shinning, summer is in full blaze.

David just got home from the wondrous delights of Turkey, not to mention the wondrous, somewhat bisexual, delights of Turkish men, and the (spoiled) beauty of Cyprus, last night.

What seems to be wrong with this scenario? Yes, exactly, when do I get to go away, I hear you all chorus together. When do I get to escape the cold of winter in Melbourne?

I get to stay home to look after my ailing old mum. Lucky fucken me.

I'd like to head to the sunny shores of Laos, just to do nothing for a few weeks. That would be nice.

Sigh! I got to walk into the city to claim my medicare rebate. The wind whistled down Victoria Parade, as the sunshine tried to break the Elm Trees canopy. Trams wafted passed on their raised steel tracks, somewhat silent, sitting up in the air. With just a whir, or maybe a hiss, I watched them sway majestically at speed. The avenue is wide and it affords a nice sense of space, if no shelter from the elements. At least the grass was green. There is something majestic about a boulevard with grass and trees running down the middle separating the opposite directions of traffic. There is a feeling of safety walking up the middle with the sound of cars on either side.

I'd been to the eye specialist, for a third time.

Gotta love living in Fitzroy, though. I woke at 10.15 – I know, I know, never get anything done living those kind of hours, thanks mum – for a 10.30 appointment and I still made it on time.

Shrug. Sorry. Don't really know what's wrong was the diagnosis. Take these drops and it should settle down.

I'm so sick of my enduring eye problem, an inexplicable low-level infection that clears up with drops, but comes back when they are stopped.

I wandered back through the Fitzroy Gardens. Jacket, jumper, scarf. Ain't winter bleak.

State of Affairs

Kevin Rudd used the expression, "fair shake of the sauce bottle, mate," three times in a conversation. The man is such a revolting try-hard, how can anyone still like him.

Word of advice, Kevvy, nobody uses that expression, other than, perhaps, in a satirical TV sketch.

Julia Gillard opens her mouth to talk and half the population suffers from acquired narcolepsy syndrome.

Penny Wong sounds like a computer generated voice, you can almost hear the switch click to "on" when she starts to talk.

And Peter Garrett approves an exploration tunnel (expansion by stealth?) at the Ranger Mine in Kakadu.

It's a sad day, indeed, when I have to admit, to myself more than to any of you, that the most interesting people in politics, for good reasons or for bad, are Malcolm Turnbull and Wilson Tuckey.

When did all our politicians become scared, beige carbon copies of each other, as if they are spewed out of some great sausage-making, political non-entity machine, some where on the Bruce Hwy, just out of Canberra? When did they become such yawn inspiring, gormless politi-trolls?