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Happy Holi Day from Rucks and Rolls!

March 22nd 2008 00:00
Yes you read right and yes I wrote right...today is Holi Day. And yes a holiday.

Happy Holi from Rucks and Rolls!


Holi is the Hindu Festival of Colours, celebrated by young and old, rich and poor and people from all religions... regardless of color, race, sex or social status... it is truly, literally a festival of colours. And literally a time to paint the town red!...and orange and blue and pink...!
a collage of Holi happiness

People smear colours and splash coloured water on each other and generally revel in being full of life! A special drink called bhang is prepared and people invite each other to their houses for feasts and celebrations in the evenings.

Holi is undoubtedly the most funfilled and boisterous of all the Hindu festivals!
Orblers...ask Lilla. She lived in India and has wonderful memories of this time and celebration.

Apart from this usual fun with coloured powder and water, Holi is marked by loud, noisy and grand processions, which are accompanied by folk songs, dances and a general sense of joy and vitality.
Please note: all this merriment...not so much in non Indian countries but yeah, we all go a bit crazy no matter where we are. No processions and not much powder but much joy!

It's also a confirmation of good triumphing over evil and the affirmation of the beauty of life.

It's not a coincidence that Holi is always around the same time as Easter but Holi is determined and celebrated by/on the first full moon of March so the dates change every year.

Holi is usually celebrated over 3 days.

On the first day...the day of the full moon (Holi Purnima) a platter is arranged with coloured powders ('gulal') and brass pots are filled with coloured water. Traditionally, the eldest male member of the family begins the festivities by sprinkling colours on each member of the family, and then it's on for young and old!

On the second day of the festival, bonfires are lit at night to signify burning the demoness Holika (see below)
Holi bonfire

Mothers often carry their babies five times in a clockwise direction around the fire, so that her children are blessed by Agni, the God of Fire.

The most boisterous and the final day of the festival is when, draped in white, people throng the streets in large numbers and visit each others home and smear each other with bright hued powders and squirt coloured water on one another through pichkaris (big syringe-like hand-pumps). It's a wonderful mess!...and very significant.
Holi celebrations (image courtesy of Brent Lewin)


First is the symbolic significance. The 'filling in' of a blank canvas with all the vibrancy of life.

The 2nd purpose is rather practical!
Holi falls during the Northern hemisphere Spring which is why it is also known as the Spring festival) - when the weather changes and this transitional period is believed to cause viral fevers and colds.

Thus the playful and messy throwing of the coloured powders has medicinal value. The colours are traditionally made of Neem, Kumkum, Haldi, Bilva, and other medicinal herbs prescribed by Ayurvedic doctors.
the colours of Holi

(Although.. the chemical colours of today have been deemed toxic...but we won't dwell on the negative aspects)

Originally Holi was a festival to celebrate good harvests and fertility of the land but there are many legends concerning the origin of this festival.

The most popular among these is about Prince Prahlad, the God faithful son of the demon King Hiranyakasipu.

Prahlad did not give up worshipping the God Vishnu in spite of the threats and persecution by his father and his demon aunt Holika, who was sent by her brother to kill the young Prahlad.

When Holika -who was immune to death by fire- took Prahlad and entered a blazing furnace built for his destruction, it was the wicked Holika who was burnt to ashes by divine intervention, while Prahlad came out unscathed.
Prince Prahlad and Holika

Before she died, she realised her follies and begged the boy's forgiveness.
As his gesture of forgiveness, Prahlad deemed that her name would be remembered at least one day in the year.

Thus huge bonfires are burnt on the eve of Holi as its symbolic representation.

This passionate festival is also associated with the immortal love of Lord Krishna and his wife Radha.
Lord Krishna and his consort Radha

...and because Krishna was a playful and romantic God and Spring is all about blossoming life... Holi enhances the vibrancy of this season with its riot of colors.

Happy Holi from Rucks and Rolls!

May the colours of Holi paint your life with love, happiness, prosperity, joy, peace, and success. Wishing you all a very Happy Holi.

Dusk


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I LOVE This Ad!! (Bonds Mash)

March 10th 2008 21:30
...and could someone please start up a 'So You Think You Can Dance?' blog?? Please, please. I can't seriously be the only Orbler addicted to this show?
Okay, yes, it's just another 'reality TV' competition with hype and stereotype but it's fun! And the dancers are just so brilliant. (and I like 'The Amazing Race' too. So shoot me with a bamboo)

Oh to fly through the air like that...I may be a Rugby-ite but I also am a Friend of the Ballet. The seemingly obvious dichotomy is also the similarity of grace under power. Albeit executed in different ways.

My favourite TV Babble-r is MIA (well...she's BIA...Busy In Action) so someone's gotta be startin' somethin. And soon. I really need to 'discuss' why;

a) Jason I-want-to-be-Rod-Stewart-and- do-you-think-I'm-sexy The Judge keeps thanking that choreographer Jason The Second Coming?
b) Matt Hatter Lee looks about 12?
c) Natalie whatshername talks with a smirk?
d) does that dancer wear her pants down by her ankles? well okay, at her pelvis but they really look like they could fall down any second.
e) didn't Henry cut his hair off before?? He should win based on best transformation!! (but he is an exceptional dancer)

See? Important stuff.

...but I digress.

I love this ad.

I saw it during the show and it made me smile and want to dance around in my colourful Bonds understuff.

Fully clothed with joy


Disregard the fact that the dancers are all lean and jiggle free. They're dancers. To be in an ad, they have to be professional dancers ergo lean and jiggle free because as we all know, dancing burns calories...and revs up endorphins.

I expect to hear the usual barrage of contempt...especially and surprisingly from males. Guys, please. Spare me the token feminism. It doesn't make you look enlightened. Just makes you look so new age eighties. Not a good vintage.

Women...I ask you to look at this ad not with judgement (because there are some comments like that on YouTube) but with empathy.

Put yourself smack bang in this attitude. It is such a joyous ad. Do we really care that they're half naked with not an ounce of cellulite? Can't we see just them as being fully draped with delight?



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Yes, yes, I know. This may seem like it has nothing whatsoever to do with my blog topic. Notice the emphasis on 'may'...

...but I was totally blown away by this and although first thinking that "this can't be" and "flying cars and meals in a pill territory" and "is April Fool's Day early this year?"...2 things happened to make me rethink my initial scepticism;

1) research
2) Hello? With everything we have already...why wouldn't this be possible?

Apologies to the techies et al and yes I do realise this may be old news for you lot but when it comes to technological gadgetry, although not a neophyte, I am a neobyte

Anyway, I did a search and I can't find it on Orble. I had sent it out via mass email so some Orblers will have seen it also...just wanted to share it with everyone else...because oh. My. GOD. I want this!!

...and it has everything to do with my topic. With everyone's blog topic! Think of the possibilities...

Laptops may be gettting smaller and thinner (and how gorgeous is the new Apple MacBook Air??...pity that I only like SPC fruit... ) but they're still cumbersome and one can't take ones laptop everywhere but this... have pen will compute.

Read on.
('pr hype' and images from the email that was sent to me so unfortunately I don't know who to credit)

Look closely and guess what they could be...
Is it a pen or is it a computer?


Looks like pens with hidden cams , right?
Is it a pen or is it a computer?


Nope. Wrong.

Introducing what I (Dusk) like to call the Penputer....
laptops in a pen...the future of computers

laptops or tabletops?


You've just seen the future of the Laptop. In the revolution of miniature computers, the scientists are ahead with bluetooth technology

from Urban Legends:

Can it possibly be true that your cumbersome desktop PC — keyboard, monitor, and all — may someday be replaced by a set of pen-like objects that fit neatly in your pocket?

The innovative folks at NEC Design, Ltd. in Tokyo say yes.

The email presentation you have just read is based on an experimental product called the P-ISM, described by NEC designers as a "Pen-style Personal Networking Gadget Package." A prototype of the system, which cost a reported $30,000 to build, was unveiled at ITU Telecom World in 2003.

The concept is outlined as follows on the NEC Design Web site:

We have visualized the connection between the latest technology and the human, in a form of a pen. P-ISM is a gadget package including five functions: a pen-style cellular phone with a handwriting data input function, virtual keyboard, a very small projector, camera scanner, and personal ID key with cashless pass function.

P-ISMs are connected with one another through short-range wireless technology. The whole set is also connected to the Internet through the cellular phone function. This personal gadget in a minimalistic pen style enables the ultimate ubiquitous computing
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In an interview with John Latta of Wave Report, head designer Toru Ichihashi admitted his inspiration for the P-ISM was the fanciful gadgetry in James Bond films, though the pen-style PC, he said, "is closer to reality than what appears in the 007 movies."

The future of computing...your laptop will be a tabletop!

The future of computing...your laptop will be any tabletop!


Please note that the final two images (in the presentation) have nothing directly to do with the P-ISM.
Rather, they depict similar "projection keyboard" technologies offered by companies such as Virtual Devices and VKB, Inc.

Well...what do you think? The future of computing? Your laptop will literally be a table top, anywhere, any time! Or just ridiculous really and far too expensive?
...but does anyone remember what humongous screen plasma TVs cost when they first came out???

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Knock Knock...

February 23rd 2008 22:10
Opportunity knocks twice but never knocks on...

Who's there?

Oppo.

Oppo who?

Opportunity.

Oh.
...but I thought you don't knock twice.

I do. I just don't knock on*...



As I said...I'm here all weak. Not a typo....

There is a point to this post...and I'm pointing to another.

Orblers and Orblees, please read this post.




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*Knock on - Rugby term; losing, dropping, or knocking the ball forward from a player's hand resulting in the ball being awarded to the other team in a scrum

Illustration example of a knock on (Rugby term)


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First up; apologies if this has been posted before on Orble...did a search and no show...and it must go on.

Secondly; why hasn't it been posted? Not weird enough?

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London commuters get a Thriller ride


London rail commuters got a cheap thrill a few days ago, when a group of people got up and started busting their moves (do people still say that?) to Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'. Then they just sat down.



Must say...obviously London rail riders (Tubers?) really are a jaded lot. The expressions range from "seen it all" to "are we there yet?" and "let's clap the crazies ...just in case they wanna be startin' something...bad...off the wall..."

Apparently this was a 'viral' publicity stunt organised by Anthony King to promote his 'Thriller' fitness DVD.

Contagious huh?

Wonder if it'll catch on as part of the en route entertainment...Nothing like getting hiJacksoned to tell the tedium to Beat It...

This has been a 21st Century Vixen Post Production.
Nothing to do with Rugby and look! I haven't mentioned Stephen Larkham once.


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Happy Diwali from Rucks and Rolls!

November 9th 2007 00:00
Today, November 9, 2007 is Diwali.

Diwali is the Hindu Festival of Lights, held to celebrate the triumph of Good over Evil. It marks the return of goodwill and faith after a period of darkness.

In Rugby terms this means...The Wallabies winning every Rugby match and Stephen Larkham never stops playing and I get picked as the next Wallabies Coach.

Happy Diwali from Rucks and Rolls.com


The celebrations focus on lights and lamps, particularly traditional diya
(earthen lamp). Buildings, dwellings, houses, grounds are all covered in lights and fireworks play a big part!

It's not just about the burst of noise and colour...it's about the burst of light signifying creation. It is through light that the beauty of the world...of life...is seen. It's like the Big Bang theory but on a spiritual scale.

Light is symbolic of the positive forces at work. We see the light. The light dawns...the darkness doesn't fade. It explodes...ka-lour-boom!



To Hindus, darkness represents ignorance, and light is a metaphor for knowledge. The lighting of lamps symbolizes the destruction, through knowledge, of all negative forces; wickedness, violence, anger, envy, greed, bigotry, fear, injustice, oppression and suffering, etc

Of course now, fireworks are no longer childsplay. Ahh the memories of youth..the rocket wars...the colour sky bombs...(Fellow Orbler, Mountain Fog wrote a great nostalgic post about this)
Now, it's against the law everywhere to take crackers in to your own hands.

There are several beliefs regarding the origin of the holiday but the prevalent one is that Hindus celebrate Diwali to mark the time when King Rama* of Ayodhya, achieved victory over the demon King Ravana.

*(the 7th avatar of the Supreme Being, Vishnu)

The day also commemorates the homecoming of King Rama, after a 14-year exile in the forest. The people of Ayodhya welcomed him back by lighting up rows of lamps (deepa-wali), thus its name, Deepawali, or shortened to Diwali.

To read more about Rama...please click here

Diwali is considered to be a national Indian festival, regardless of faith...celebrated by Hindus, Jains and Sikhs all over the world, as well as enjoyed as a glorious celebration of life by people, regardless of ethnicity...

This is not DuskDevi. It's Diwali Barbie!


No, that's not me...hello? I'm not plastic (I may have my moments...). That's Diwali Barbie!

This is me...



This festival is celebrated for five days, with the third day being celebrated as the main day of Diwali. The day is celebrated with people lighting diyas and candles all around their house and prayers are performed in the evening to seek the blessings of Lakshmi, the Goddess of Wealth and Prosperity, as Diwali is also in celebration of her divine power.
(Lakshmi is Vishnu's consort. Not so much his wife as the yin to his yang...but manifesting all the yang strength without compromising softness. Does that make sense?!)

Diwali gifts are exchanged...Diwali, for Indians, is Christmas and New Year rolled into one.
...but...more than just being a literal "Festival of Lights'...Diwali truly is about "the awareness of the inner light".

Shine on you Good Things.

Wishing you all much light and peace and warmth.




To find out more, please click... Diwali

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Diwali Barbie image courtesy of About Toys

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Please note that comments are not expected. Your good health and wealth of life is all that is required.


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On fake-ation...

October 23rd 2007 22:00
Sorry Cibby...had to borrow some of your thunder...but only because I hope it's bright and sunny wherever you are!
(plus that title just begged for wordplay!...I'm not on vacation but am pretending I am!)

This is another 'inhouse' post, not to apologise for lack of posts (...because hello? how presumptious is that??) but to apologise for my lack of courtesy in not responding to comments left on my blog.

I'm truly sorry about that.

I very much appreciate the time taken to read and comment and interact and the comment leavers may be gratified to know I do feel very ungracious and bordering on pond scum-like for not acknowledging this.

....and you're probably wondering why the bloomin' hell I didn't just spend the time it took to write this post on responding to comments...

Well.
...I don't have to think nor interact writing this. I'm sure many of you understand that this method of communication although remote, still requires an...energy transference.
I'm fine, no drama here, just the daily grind winding up and winding down, requires time with family and away from mah 'puter.

Thank you and I will respond soon.


Please note:
There is no need to leave comments here but....could someone please volunteer their 10-point vote so this reaches the default page??...just so that all the lovely people who have commented can see my apology...non-lovely ones too...

Speaking of non-lovely...the person who left this comment for me on that 'demanding religion' post... about "not talking of what you don't know about".

Dude. Practise what you screech and may I suggest a diet high in fibre. You really are full of **it.


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Mind Orgasms has un petit mort

October 21st 2007 21:59
"un petit mort"

French
Literal translation = a little death
Actual meaning = an orgasm

This is an 'in-house' post, Orblers only.

I noticed this yesterday...Don't know if any of you have noticed but...Mind Orgasms is in the Blog Cemetery.

David has left the blogging.

No warning. No "farewell forever...for now" posts. He's just moved on.

Damn, our halls won't be the same without him...buddy I hope you'll still 'haunt' Orble inbetween writing literary masterpieces.

Would anyone like to say a few words?

(May I remind you that your mama is/was a good woman and I'm sure you heed her advice about not having anything nice to say.

Don't say anything at all.)


David...mah warmth sugah.





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I've been waiting all day for someone to post something or say something because face it... give a blogger bone and they'll have to pick it and pick it and pick it!


So...did anyone watch last night's 'The Chaser's War On Everything" and if so...did that song go too far?

Apparently so...but get this...the ABC says they only received 6 calls before 9am today concerning last night's program and 3 were positive.

An ABC spokesman said there had been more callers since then, but that they had been incited by a Melbourne talkback radio presenter. When asked, many of the callers said they hadn't seen the show.

It's actually headline news today.

Must be a slow news day.

Check full news story out here: - ninemsn

I don't always watch this show. We tend to switch off after Spicks and Specks now that The Glasshouse has shattered.

The Chaser boys are funny sometimes, their sketches are funny, their straight to camera spiels not so funny, their road testing ads segments have me in stitches (what can I say?) but they do get boring plus they're such publicty whores.

I was cringing at this song because it is offensive. However it didn't offend me. I, along with all other Chaser viewers, know what to expect when watching this show. I know not to expect anything other than what they deliver.


Here's the song. You have been warned.


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You have to listen to THIS!

October 16th 2007 04:05
This could be the most important thing you hear today.

If Alexander Bell was alive today...


I just received this in an email and although I'm supposed to be working...just had to share this.

You'll thank me.





...now press all!






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Have you seen this ad?

October 4th 2007 22:15
Dove of Peace and Warpaint.

Apologies for treading on virtual toes, I know this isn't my territory but I'm a Woman...and this affects all of us. If not in actuality then in emotion.
...and I did an Orble search and it hasn't been posted yet.

I got sent this in an email and it blew me away.
Had to show you.


This is...'Onslaught'.
The follow up to Dove's 'Evolution' ad. (posted below)




I'm not sure how I feel. Not about the ad. Watching that...I am left hoping that I did "talk to my daughter in time"...that she wasn't influenced by the calculated images that bombard every female's self esteem.

I feel she is quite balanced in her sense of (physical) self and I also feel that a big part of why she is growing up secure the way she is, is because of how I feel about myself.

I am not susceptible to the 'usual' onslaught that females endure in the supposed name of feminity. I am who I am and I like who I am. Still...there are some days when I think...Elle Macpherson stole my body.
Yes. Those days. Those days when hell hath no fury like a woman PMS-ing...but still, I have been careful to not let hormones get the better of me, about me, in front of her.

At 17, 6' and a woman's size 10, she is an Amazon and in my unbiased, objective opinion, an absolute stunner.
She would be considered too "big" to be a model. Just as well she knows that being 6' doesn't limit ones occupational choices to being a model. BUT...for a while there, around 15, 16...she wanted to be shorter and "small". Like her friends. The outside influence.

Most females (and hell, from what I've read, most males) do feel subjected to physical appearance pressure at some time or the other...but...I know or know of, so many women...girls who do feel pressured by this (supposed) quest for "perfection" all the time.

By so many, I mean...one too many. For just one woman to feel this...is a crime against humanity.

Don't get me wrong...I do believe physical appearance is important to self esteem but to each their own. I'm also not the type to feel envy when I see a model. I love models! I love beautiful women and men but beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. And the beholder should be looking in the mirror and liking what they see regardless of shape and size.

Going back to not sure how I feel...I mean about Dove, the brand, doing this. A little bit of research shows a lot of hypocrisy.

Dove is owned by Unilever...a company that markets its other brands using the same methods lambasted by the Dove ads.
Lux, Rexona, Sunsilk, Lynx, Pears...use these products and you too can be beautiful, perfect, sexy and youthful.
These products may seem 'innocent' but think of the ads that come to mind when you read the product names. They all, in very clever and often subliminal ways, conform to a stereotype. Except 'Lynx'. These ads make no bones about it. One spray and from dud to stud you go.

So is this just another marketing campaign? Are we going to feel empowered by these ads to carpe di-embellishment and throw it away?...and then go and buy an anti ageing Dove product?

Are we really that brainwashed that we think of the beauty industry in terms of either evil or necessary? Do we really have to decide between 2 extremes? Why can't I have my lipstick and eat it too?...which apparently we do... Why can't I write these posts up at a 'normal' time when I can put forth my point in a succinct, intelligible manner? (1:30am predated to 8:15am)

Why does the beauty industry try to put me off the beauty industry by trying to sell me the notion that I can't be a feminist and feminine and frivolous too?




This is ' Evolution'



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This is solar-vly...

October 3rd 2007 22:15
The Sun Jar...a very Gamma bright idea...
Perihelion!


It was solar-ve (he he) at first sight...so had to have and had to share. (and please don't read any personality traits in that. it's just a statement of fact.)

A combination of traditional (the Mason jar) and futuristic (high tech energy efficient lighting)...it's aesthetically enchanting and environmentally friendly.

I just think it's beautiful. I love sunshine and this the closet I'm ever going to get to having the sun shine out of my...hands.

The Sun Jar does its thing thanks to a highly efficient solar cell, a rechargeable battery and 3 low energy LED lamps. When the jar is left in sunlight, the solar cell creates an electrical current that charges the battery over a few hours. This energy is then used at night to power the LED lamps et voila...let the sun shine in.

There are no switches on the jar...just a light sensor that glows bright when I walk in to the room...I'm kidding, okay? kidding!...the sensor activates the light when it gets dark but there is an override switch inside the lid, which turns the light off at night, to conserve battery life. And it's completely watertight so the jar can still sunbake when it's raining.

Have I mentioned I love this? Just love it.

That's it. There's no other point to this point other than a wish to share something beautiful.

Not one word about Rugby, nothing about The Wallabies and not a single mention of Stephen Larkham...

You can read more about it here.


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Not as exciting or scary as Rugby...

September 19th 2007 21:00
...but it's still right up there!

So. Would you rather;
a) be tackled at full steam by 3, 6'6" 120kg haven't-eaten-since-9am breakfast-and-it's-now-brunch, Rugby Forwards?

b) or do this?

Las Vegas theme park (www.rucksandrolls.com)


This is The Stratosphere Tower in Las Vegas, USA.
And this is its "fun" park....

(I have deliberately posted these pics small. To get the full vertigo experience, please click on images)

The Stratosphere Tower in Las Vegas & X-Scream (www.rucksandrolls.com)


Ever played on a teeter-totter 866 feet high?
With the X-Scream, you can!
With a space age, yet simplistic design resembling a massive teeter-totter unlike anything you’ve ever seen, the X-Scream will propel you and several other riders head-first, 27 feet over the edge of the Stratosphere Tower. Try not to scream when you go over the edge….you don’t want to scare the other riders!
After being shot over the edge, you’ll dangle weightlessly above the Las Vegas strip before being pulled back and propelled over again for more.

The Stratosphere Tower in Las Vegas (www.rucksandrolls.com)


The Stratosphere Tower in Las Vegas (www.rucksandrolls.com)


Three ‘G’s of Pure Insanity!

Insanity the Ride is a truly mindbending experience!

A massive mechanical arm extending out 64 feet over the edge of the Stratosphere Tower at a height of over 900 feet, Insanity will spin you and several other passengers in the open air at speeds of up to three ‘G’s.
You’ll be propelled up to an angle of 70 degrees, which will tilt your body into one position – facing straight down! If you’re brave enough to keep your eyes open you’ll be rewarded with a breathtaking view of historic downtown Las Vegas.

Experience Insanity and walk away to tell the tale!

The Stratosphere Tower in Las Vegas (www.rucksandrolls.com)


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I am pretty good with thrill rides...am scared witless and any other "_ _ itless", by them but will always go for it. For the same reason Hilary climbed Everest and I eat the whole packet of Tim-Tams.
It was there.
The scariest one I've been on is Speed, which I blogged about on this post....but...I'm not so sure I have a deathwish to conquer this.

These pics were sent to me via email because that's how friends let each other know we're thinking of them...and I'm post-castinating. Still.

By the way....Stephen Larkham is injured and the Rugby World Cup 2007 has been cancelled.

...and that, like the Emperor's new clothes is a complete fabrication...I need to get new material...

I'll be back sportsfans. With the facts and the friction.




info courtesy of The Stratosphere Hotel site



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The Official Blog Addiction Test & TBS

September 14th 2007 22:00
My apologies for not responding to comments in previous posts.
Apologies also for not posting but this is a suck-up an apology directed toward Orble admin and the readers outside of Orble.

To the wonderful Orblers who do take the time to read the crap I write my opinion...thank you.
I don't feel bad that I haven't written any posts for you to feel obliged to read...I feel bad that I haven't had the time to read the posts you write.

Unfortunately I have been diagnosed with TBS (TotaliasBloggeralSlackera) aka Blog-cker Syn-hum-drome and am unable to post/respond, and most unfortunately this has coincided with the Rugby World Cup 2007.

TBS doesn't discriminate timing wise.

Symptoms include;
- no interest in blog topic, subject and lust object
- no interest in telling people what their opinion should be
- no interest in showing people how "smart" you are
- no excitement at receiving new comment notifications
- no longer experiencing something like "I saw an ant walking by" and wanting to blog about it
- the daily opening of new post window with good intentions only to be distracted by more urgent matters such as a dripping tap or an ant walking by
- the frequent opening up of new folders to accommodate the growing amount of new post email notifications

Failure to curb symptoms at onset leads to full blown condition whereby the TBS sufferer will have no desire whatsoever to blog or be blogged and uses their computer for other stuff, like work.
They may also actually not want to be at their computers for any reason at all.
...except to look for serious information to use as inspiration for a post so that they won't get their asses chewed for not posting.
Like this...(click on link provided)




Not sure if this has been posted before. If so...sorry.
No need for you to post your result. You can if you want but there's no obligation.
If you do...I will try my best to respond asap.

...but hang on sugar plums...this dosn't mean I'm going. Just means I've got other stuff that takes priority. I see that World wOrble 3 has taken casualities...as my mama used to say...

If you can't take the heat...don't spread the mustard.

Actually she didn't say that at all. But if she had...she would say;

If you can't take the heat...don't chew the chilly...


Be well. Go in Gamma.

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Hand Puppetry of the...Happiness...

August 29th 2007 13:22
I received this via email and I'm sure many of you may have seen this by now because it's doing a sticky all over the web but....I just had to share it with you.

(...and yes, I am quite aware that I am...post-castinating...and yes, also aware that this is a Stephen Larkham Rugby-centric blog but diversity is the mother of balance...what the...?...and yes I am also very very aware that the Rugby World Cup is set for kick off in gulp less than 10 days. So what? And do people really do that? Gulp?)

Anyway. Watch this.

If this doesn't put a smile on your face...you either brushed your teeth with SuperGlue...or you're dead. Or quite simply...you're a lost cause.




This clip is from the 7th Annual Helpmann Awards, which was held on August 6th 2007 in Sydney at the Capitol Theatre.

The Shadow Puppet Maestro is Raymond Crowe...occupation...Unusuali st.

And he certainly is. Read more about Mr Crowe on his site and check out what he says in his News section.

(click on links provided)

The Helpmann Awards recognise distinguished artistic achievement and excellence in Australia's live performing arts sectors;
- musical and physical theatre, contemporary and classical music, opera, and dance, with a comedy category introduced in 2006.

The award was named after Sir Robert Helpmann, an Australian dancer, actor, director and choreographer.

If you're interested, read more on the Helpmann Awards.



post compiled with the help of bloggers pal Wiki, the Helpmann Awards site and YouTube



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Glow-bal Warming in the (sant)Arctic

August 9th 2007 07:38
Firstly, apologies to all the Environmental and Climatology bloggers...but believe me, I'm not stepping on your toes...nor on your territory.

I'm on Terra tongue Firma in cheek.

Glow-bal Warming: Make the world a happy place (Rucks and Rolls.com)


Anyway...
If you want to see the latest on the melting North Pole... please visit the
and connect to SatCam weather satellite.


If nothing else...please just focus on the message at the end.
...and remember what I'm on...

Hope this adds a glow to your cheeks.

Oh. And please do visit the 'mother' site...just to keep track of things....





Post Script:
May I add that I'm not buying the whole "it's purely our fault" pop culture belief.
Yes, I believe it's happening. Yes, I believe we have contributed to the acceleration
And yes...I do firmly believe that the Earth will do what the Earth wants to do.
Earth is a woman that way.
So...yes, I do believe that despite our best and worst efforts to take the credit...we are merely a shadow of a freckle on herstory...
Why turn fact into friction?
No. I do not wish to debate my beliefs.
I don't question yours.



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What's Wrong With This Picture?

July 17th 2007 04:12
I am sooooo glad that the Irish do not play Rugby like this.

Oh hang on.....they do.

A friend emailed this to me today...just got in....thought I'd share it with you...wish my friends would e-share the meaning of life instead of things like this but...I guess...there's a moral in here somewhere.

As per email:

These men are installing bollards to stop cars parking on the pavement outside an Irish sports bar.

How long do you think it will be before they realise?

Why Ireland will not with the Rugby World Cup








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Of Mouse and Men....

July 12th 2007 05:47
Although this very well could be a Rugby post (...because Rugby really does separate the Men from the.......), it's not.

It's a silly, frivolous and convenient-when-one-is-pushed -for-time post.
(this was sent to me by a friend via email and I feel truly enlightened now...)

What if?


Ever wondered how the Arrow/Pointer/Cursor works?
The mystery is finally solved.

How does the small arrow on your computer monitor work when you move the mouse?

Now, through the miracle of high technology, we can see how it is done.
With the aid of a screen magnifying lens, the mechanism becomes apparent.

Click on the link below and you will find out.

The image may take a minute or two to download and when it appears, slowly move your
mouse, make sure you click around over the light grey circle
and you will see how the magic works.

Occasionally just click...and wait....

Follow this link and find out the truth Of Mouse and Men





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The Kitty Hawk Has Landed.

July 9th 2007 06:34
....well....a hawk is a type of eagle...

Twas a lovely day here in Sydney on Saturday 07/07/07.
If you're a penguin. Or a boat nut.
It was freezing but as there was a big Rugby match to look forward to, we thought we'd 'prep' and battle the elements.

Wind, chop and steel.

The USS Kitty Hawk is berthed in Sydney...and hopefully the birth rate dosn't rise in 9 months time...

(Please click on images to see...um...enlarged images)

USS Kitty Hawk (image © DuskDevi)


We felt like going to see her up close and...personnel...(ha!)...bec ause she is a biiiiiig ship.
...and you think Rugby props are big???

Although we didn't bother going to see the Queen Mary when she royally waved our shores...but that was mainly because we knew the morons with more dollars than sense would be out in force on the water.

I guess why this time was 'different' is becuse it's winter and the harbour is fairly empty and therefore not as chopped up.
...and...It's a war ship.
You come face to face with a Weapon of Mass Destruction.

The ship is magnificent.
It's what she represents that is significant. And scary as hell.

The realisation that this ship is a lethal deviceberg... I mean...what if the wrong button gets pressed by mistake?????

We weren't allowed too close to her. The Navy patrol kept a close eye on visitors by water and gone are the days when terrorists tourists could climb on board for a look-see.

Invited and DNA checked guests only.

USS Kitty Hawk (image © DuskDevi 2007)


...and while the good people of Sydney had all eyes on deck, I'm sure budding papparazzo(?) amongst the sailor boys had lenses trained opposite...to catch a glimpse of a Gladiator who tends to play Romper Stomper's all over the papps...

Rusty's pad (image © DuskDevi 2007)


Eek! Do I qualify as a papp now???


Some important facts about the super carrier USS Kitty Hawk:

- she is the second naval ship named after Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, the site of the Wright brothers' first flight.

- average daily soft drink consumption; 5,040 cans

- average number of eggs served daily; 9,600 - 12, 000

- loaves of bread baked daily; 900

- No she is not the aircraft carrier used in 'Top Gun'....

...and if you want to know many more interesting facts and figures, including some relevant ones visit the official site...

USS Kitty Hawk (image © DuskDevi 2007)


...I feel the need...

USS Kitty Hawk (image © DuskDevi 2007)


...the need for...

USS Kitty Hawk (image © DuskDevi 2007)


...um...Chinese food?


I leave you with a bridge over...for once...untroubled waters.....no, that's not a metaphor, the harbour was quite calm that day....

Sydney Harbour Bridge (image © DuskDevi 2007)



Displacement: 60,000 tons, 82,200 tons full load
Length: 1,047.5 ft (323.8 m)
Beam: 252 ft (76.8 m) extreme, 129.3 ft (39 m) waterline
Draught: 35.8 feet (10.9 m)
Propulsion: Eight steam boilers
Speed: 35 knots (65 km/h)
Complement: 4,582 officers and men
Armament: RIM-7 Sea Sparrow surface-to-air missiles, 2 RIM-116 RAM, 4 Phalanx CIWS Automated Anti-Missile/Aircraft Defenses
Aircraft carried: 85
Nickname: "Miss Kitty" "Shitty Kitty" "Battlecat" or "Death Hawk"

Above info courtesy if our pal Wiki


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Believe it. This is not a Stephen Larkham post. It's something far more important.

Nooo. It's not a post about my husband. Nor me. humph. Let's move on. Literally.

No preamble. Just read. Well okay maybe a little preamble.

We all complain about how we wish this world could be a better place...but how many of us actually really do something about it?
Yes...I know...we all do what we can, when we can and wish we could do more.

When people do do something about it...just ordinary, everyday people...it goes unnoticed.

When James Packer spends $6million trying to prove his manhood (fat chance), then it makes headlines. And Trophy Wife's daily wardrobe ousts the daily war against poverty and inhumanity.

Is it just me...or is this a skew-whiff world we live in?

Sometimes it's not about the grand 'bigger picture' doing, sometimes it's about the little things....and first and foremost, I believe that charity begins within. And close by.

No point in giving squillions to countries if you get off on blowing villages up.

The little things. The being nice, the tolerance, the helping out, the kindness, the doing something for nothing, the doing something for something in return...a thank you.... a smile...

Ask not what the world can do for you....but what you can do for your world.

JFK was on to something there...

And I don't mean Marilyn.

*****************************

from the Strolling Bones team email:


OXFAM Trailwalker


"MLC Strolling Bones" is the team undertaking the Oxfam 100km Trailwalker challenge from 24th-26th August 2007.

Your donation to this team will help Oxfam Australia achieve its vision of a fair world in which people control their own lives, their basic rights are achieved and the environment is sustained.

The wondrful people who form the team are
... people I know...one of them I know extremely well and can attest to his integrity, altruism and commitment. Plus I adore him.

They are attempting to raise over $6,000 for Oxfam Australia, Australia’s leading aid and development organisation by completing a 100km bushwalk in 28 hours. You can see their Team Space and donate online at:


link provided

and remember all donations made by 30th June ar tax deductible for the 2006/7 financial year.

What is Oxfam Trailwalker?

- The world’s greatest team challenge, held annually in five countries around the world.

- Teams of 4 attempt to complete 100km in 48 hrs – all four members must walk or run together. Trailwalker is not a relay.

- Oxfam TRAILWALKER is in its fifth year in Melbourne and in its ninth year in Sydney. The Sydney 100km trail starts at Chowder Bay in Mosman and finishes at Brooklyn on the Hawkesbury River.

- Oxfam TRAILWALKER is...an exercise in what is possible. It attracts people from all walks of life and raises over AUD$4 million annually for the work of Oxfam Australia.

It is all about ordinary people doing the extraordinary.

Oxfam Australia’s vision is of a fair world in which every person is safe, secure, healthy, heard, educated and equal.


To find out more, please click on;


Web: www.oxfam.org.au/trailwalker



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What's Your Guilty Pleasure?

June 14th 2007 16:04
...as I sit here eating one of my Guilty Pleasures...I am nosy curious about others Guilty Pleasures.


What are Guilty Pleasures?

....hmmm...I guess they're things you shouldn't be doing because they're not good for you...but damn they feel good!

And really...it's not that I feel guilty when I do them.

It's more that I feel guilty because I don't feel guilt. Know what I mean?

So perhaps that's a better definition of what a Guilty Pleasure is.

Something you feel no guilt doing. Though you should.


Okay...here are a few of mine...starting with the Guilty Pleasure I am indulging in now.

No.
Not indulgent posts.

AND contrary to popular belief...I am not searching the Net for Larkham Rugby photos....not tonight anyway. Besides that's not a Guilty Pleasure.
Nope. No guilt there.....


Cream. Get on top...



My Guilty Pleasures:

1. Okay this is really bad....and I mean...really bad. I have this thing for cream. Really thick cream. I love cream. I really really love cream. You lot are getting excited huh? sickos. This is an Immature Content post and I'd like to keep it that way thank you.

I like to fill a bowl with cream and...mix in about a tablespoon of sugar and then I eat it.

...and I've just finished it. It's way wayyy after midnight. And now you feel sick.

*****************

2. Really trashy TV...

America’s Next Top Model and Australia’s Next Top Model.

I’m not sure why but I really like watching these shows. There’s something rather endearing about these people. They’re all so delusional. They truly believe that fashion is to be taken seriously. Oh puh-lease.

Compelling viewing.

***************

3. Lists. I love lists.
This may seem like a weird thing to have as a Guilty Pleasure but when you start to make lists about what lists you need to make...well....I mean hello?...what am I doing right now??

Actually this might sit on the OCD side of the fence...

***************

4. Driving over roundabouts. When no one is around okay?

Go figure. Don't judge me. I drive a 4WD. I like to go off-road.

***************

5. Now this one...this one might really put some of you off. Hell. Maybe all of you.


My biggest Guilty Pleasure of late...of a few hours late....is trying to imagine David and Victoria Beckham with a personality.


Yep. It's hard.




Your turn.......





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Yo Danny Bhoy o boy a trew Scot!

June 14th 2007 06:03
Yes that is his real name and no, he's not Irish* and yes he is brilliant.....and a favourite of a few Orblers (Nina?!).

Danny Bhoy image courtesy of www.dannybhoy.com
Who laughs ya baby?


Although I have seen him 'in action' before, I just had to see him perform again. My darling friend and I went to see him last night at the Sydney Opera House and I spent 1 and a half hours trying not to fall out of my chair!

I'm really rather embarrassing to be with when I'm watching something funny.

I am not a quiet laugher. I'm one of those people that just really cannot control the snorts, giggles, cackles bubbling over! I was in hysterics throughout!...and in awe.....

I'm not sure if this is a good movie but it's certainly a favourite of mine...'Punchline' (1988) Sally Field and Tom Hanks.
from www.imdb.com

Steven Gold is a stand-up comedian who is flat broke and has recently dropped out of medical school. He and several others work regularly at the Gas Station, a New York comedy club. The wages are lousy and everybody hopes for the big break. Lilah Krytsick is housewife with an ambition to be a stand-up comedian, however she doesnt seem to have the talent. Steven takes her under his wings and teaches her the art of comedy and humour. But when a TV station arranges a comedy evening at the club, Steve sees his opportunity for fame and stardom. Their friendship seems quickly forgotten and now it's every man and woman for him- or herself!

A favourite because it shows why Stand Up Comedy is a hard medium.
And a fantasy of mine. No. Not a clairvoyant on viagra...sheesh. Being a stand up comedian (comedienne?).

Well okay not fantasy but something I want to be when I grow up. Other than taller and an adult.

A finely tuned sense of humour is for me, the sexiest attribute a person can have. Man or Woman. And if you can make people laugh....and laugh at yourself (not your own jokes... you)....Wow. Double Wow.

It's fairly easy to make people cry but to trigger the funny bone and keep them laughing? Difficult.

We can all rage or cry or despair at the same issues/points but humour?...one persons wit is another persons twit. To be able to make an audience of 300 all laugh at the same joke is pretty serious business.

It's not just about the punchline (although yes, that's a big part), it's about the delivery. The timing. The priming.

Danny had us at "hello...Opera House box office, how may I help you?"

Even when he was not 'doing funny' but just being...he was funny.
He had us so firmly (yet subtly) in the palm of his hand, a palm reader would have thought he had hundreds of personalities...

I could have used another analogy there but...different strokes for different folks....

We were ready to laugh at anything he said or did...we even laughed when he had a drink of water! And it wasn't funny! It just was!

Danny Bhoy is enjoying the success he is because of his ability to connect with his audience. He doesn't joke down. Yes he uses profanity but he is not vulgar. And, like all good performers, he has the ability to become the audience. He recounts tales that are familiar to us all. He grasps the cultural nuances. He is an excellent mimic and his accents are spot-on.

He is also very good at the ol' going off on another tangent and then bringing it back home tactic.

It also helps that he's rather easy on the eye...hard on the stomach muscles though!

(and tell me Women...does a man 'become' witty because he's attractive or are all witty men attractive? I ask because even though DDH is my emotional, mental, physical 'ideal' -and I was gone the moment I met him- his wit is what sealed the deal... )

Danny dresses casually, makes self deprecating jokes (about how unpretentious he is standing on a stage at the Sydney Opera House) and is so humble yet...to do this...to get up on stage, no props** and just wander around and be completely uninhibited and know that he is the sole reason why everyone is there.... he has to be supremely confident.

And completely aware of who he is.

This is Danny performing on The Sideshow - ABC Australia - 02/06/07.



One of the tales he told was of his Ballarat experience....read more here;

To read a bit about Danny's background, here's what Wikipedia has to say.

And yes...he's a Rugby fan.


*One of his famous quotes:

"I am Danny Bhoy and I am Scottish, not Irish as most of you seem to think I am but to help you tell the difference, this is a Scottish person talking. An Irish person would say (high pitched) 'Fiddle-dee-dee, potatoes!'" —Danny Bhoy


**those bagpipes?
Think something to sit on that rhymes with school.

No. Not a tool.....




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Okay. So this post has nothing to do with Rugby either and maybe I should have said "...isn't just a..." but never mind.

That's okay.

...some would say that Rugby has nothing to do with my posts. And those would be the last words they ever said...

I received these via email today and I love them. Just had to share them with you.

Please click on image to see it in its full glory.
Especially the 7th one...

Enjoy.

Pre-PS: the accompanying captions and commentary are all mine...

***************************** *****

Photographer Unknown last seen taking a mood elevator to Cloud 9


"What do you mean my head's in the clouds? Dude...I live on Cloud 9..."


photographer unknown obviously not in plane


Hmmm...Air New Zealand?
....something tells me there would have been a lot of carrots and peas...
"Chicken, beef or vomit bag Ma'am?"


photographer unknown definitely not on plane


"Dammit. Why are we still experiencing turbulence?"
"erm...Captain?...we have a cirrus problem sir..."


photographer unknown definitely far away though


...not as cirrus serious as this one...still...you gotta lava an explosion...


photographer unknown definitely not in a bunker. idiot.


"Hey man, what's that rumbling noise?"
"Yeahhh....that's my stomach...I'm hungry...feel like a huge sandwich..."


photographer unknown but a brilliant lunar-tic


So now you know why a full moon encourages lunar-sea...


DemiGod aka Stephen Larkham image courtesy of Getty Images


Whoops. Sorry. Hey...I did say-
and maybe I should have said "...isn't just a..."


This is one of (human) nature's finest wonders.
A Stephenis Larkyummia.
Sometimes referred to as a Brumby (which is a magnificent speciman of beauty and grace and power and is also an Australian wild horse) but more commonly known as a Demi God.

Right.

Next.


photographer unknown could be Tarzan


A concrete jungle?
Me Tarzan, you call me on my Blackberry vine...


photographer unknown could be ewe...


"Hey ewe...get off the road!"
"Yeah, flock off!"
"Nah man...we should do what the black sheep are doing..."
"Oh Ramsey, you're such a follower."


photographer unknown but great zoom lens


A Rhino-soar-us?
...the latest in zoo decor...find an animal to match the surroundings....



And my favourite.
Okay...my second favourite.

photographer unknown but very eye-ronic


"...so far the Anti-Grafitti Campaign has proved unsuccessful...except for this kindergarten. Today, we find out their secret. That story after the break. This is Mike Lapel, Channel Void News..."






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...wanes before it can delight....

I'm not a morning person. That's not to say that my mood is not a morning person...just the way my body clock is set. Doesn't worry me...I'm not alarmed.
ba-boom-tish
I get my best hours of sleep from about 4am to 10am.

(My name is Dusk. Not Dawn)

Unfortunately that is not always possible.

Okay it's never possible on weekdays.

For some strange reason, children need to get up early....something to do with breakfast...school... plus there's this thing called a job.....and sure I work from home but that doesn't mean I lounge around all day in my PJs.

I don't wear PJs to bed.

Aneewayy.

Point is...I do have to be up early most days but...I don't always stop and smell the roses. Not when coffee is brewing.

...but this morning.....

It's such a beautiful day here today. And I know many of you prefer stormy weather and all that rain we had (in Sydney) was lovely and much needed but....I'm a sunny weather gal.... I love the heat, the humidity...sunshine....let me bask in your radiance...I feel so rejuvenated, so strong, so alive.....something to do with my molecular make-up and being from Krypton...

Aneewayy. Again.

I was up early this morning. Only because my beautiful DDH had to get up early and fly off again.

...and I switched my computer on (for some reason...writing "I turned my computer on" just wasn't...on...)...to start a new writing day but...I'm fortunate to have a forest with a creek (now a river!) next to us and every day while I wait for my computer to boot up...I stand at my office window and breathe it all in.

This morning...this morning is....oh my God....(and this is where I wish I had David's divine gift or be able to morph thoughts in to words like Lily and Wendi or capture the moment like Ash...) because this morning...it was just beautiful.

Sublime. Divine. Beyond words. No words.

The sun streamed through the trees...like sparkling rivers of rays...and the heat!....the warmth!...and this was what was truly ethereal....the steam rising up off everything...off the trees...the ground....the wood....dammit...someone write a poem please!!!!!!

I'm outta here.



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The Practise of Relativity Pt 1

April 19th 2007 08:48
I thought this was rather appropriate in light of recent enlightening comments.

Again, due to size, clarity has been lost in transference so please click on the image to fully appreciate it.


by Michael Leunig
...good in theory....



Originally published in The Sydney Morning Herald on Saturday April 14th 2007 and reprinted here without the permission of Mr Leunig and The Sydney Morning Herald but I'm hoping they don't chew my ass over it because it should be protected by some Fair Dealing Law...not the image...my ass.

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Pyrotechnics and Fireworks...

April 18th 2007 02:46
Wow.

A friend sent this to me via email and I just had to share* it with you.

Unfortunately I do not know the name of the photographer and also unfortunately...because it's a panoramic image...it's freakin' long....so quality has been lost in transference....click on the image to see it in its full glory.


This was taken in Perth, Western Australia by ? on Australia Day.
That would be July 4....kidding!!!...

January 26th.


Photographer Unknown but Amazing Nonetheless
....surround sound....






*again...apologies for stepping out of genre...I suppose one could say that this is how my mind feels when I watch Larkham Rugby....




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A Matter of Perspective...

April 16th 2007 03:41
...thought you might like to see it (if you haven't already)....a friend emailed these to me...and yeah, yeah, not what I'm supposed to be posting but....what the hell?....who wants to be stereotyped?




...love is in the air...



Um...lapine wood?



MC no evil..........sheesh...that's lame...



Did he say he's stoned? He has no idea......



...a Trumpet was heard cloud and clear...



...I'm just going to leave this one alone...



damn this is hard...um....Dolphinsular?...



Yes...assumptions could be made...



Okay...the rest were my lame captions...you guys can decide this one...



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A Piece. A Block. Whatever.... (eek)

April 13th 2007 06:48
So....you know how chocolate is good for you? In moderation?

Like...you know...one or two pieces at a time?


Does one whole block count as being one piece?

I moderated....motor ate it?....

....and it was dark chocolate....so I've got to be full of anti-oxidants now, right?

Right?



Oh ffffffffffff.....ar out.

I cannot believe I ate the whole block.

Well I can because I did.

I am looking at the wrapper and it's gone. Pffft. Disappeared.

The whole BLOCK.

Oh My Godeity.

I'm Harry Houateit.

David Chocofiend.

Um....a delusionist?

Eek.

I obviously have too much time on my hands at the moment. That is not true.

I also have melted chocolate....


...I'm just killing time while my sub-editor sends me last minute stuff to edit...had to write that so I'm not thought of as a complete woftam....I can't believe I ate the whole block...




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...so I took a bunch of 11-12 year olds to The Easter Show instead.

Their parents are forever in my debt.

And I will collect. Oh yes. I will.



The Sydney Royal Easter Show...aka How To Drain Your Bank Account, Lose Your Lunch and Litter Your House With Useless Crap* From Showbags.


Er....by the way...just some advice....don't go on Speed or Power Surge after scoffing eating Fairy Floss/Cotton Candy.

Just don't okay?

The Easter Show?
....would rather cheer for a NZ Rugby team....

So why did I go? Why did I take these children?

...becauase I'm a fricken parent and fricken parents love their children and when their children say that they would love to go to The Easter Show for their birthday and you say...

"How about we go bowling?"

"Boring"

"Okay...a party at home?"

"No. I'm over home parties."

(he better remember this when he's a teenager)

"How about a Book Club party?"

cue: sound of crickets chirping

"Um...paintball?"

"Yeah!!"

"Er..no...sorry...you've got to be over 18..."

"Well...why can't we go to The Easter Show like I said in the first place?"

Because...after many many many years of going to The Easter Show with many many many children...I am seriously over it.

Yes sure....The Royal Easter Show...where you can experience the real Australia.....let's go and see the "real Australia"....all we have to do is drive 2 hours away from Sydney in any direction and that's the Real Australia.

I didn't say all this to him. He doesn't have to know that I'm jaded by the whole rip the parent off gig.

Anyway...after a chaos (for me) and fun filled (for them...and me) sleepover the night before...off we went the next day.

Seven hours. Seven hours of my life (and...er...some Fairy Floss...) I'll never get back.

..and I don't want it back.

His face...you know?
His face.

He had so much fun.

...and he can go all the extreme rides now.
When did he grow so tall?


By the way...I know this isn't my regular genre of writing (and please don't ask what my 'regular genre' is because I don't really know...it's supposed to be Rugby...)

I don't usually write about my children...well I write about their antics and my frantics...but there is a lot of Maternal love and power on Orble at the moment...and reading Wendivine's magickal posts about her magickal children....and Cara's posts and Mrs M's....well...I'm in mush mode....my beautiful ratbags...I don't write about them because I have this mega privacy issue and plus...I have a hard ass rep to protect...I don't want y'all to know that my source of strength is my love for those I love...and I did have a lot of fun yesterday...like I always do when I'm with my family, no matter what we're doing. Forget The Easter Show...come have dinner with us...sheesh...


Anyway.

I'm done.

For this year....



*There is such a thing as useful crap...like tomato holders...you know?...they hold the tomato in place when slicing...well...the one time I sliced a tomato...it wasn't pretty....haven't sliced a tomato since...I have a tomato slicer though...just in case....
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Does This Click With You?

April 13th 2007 03:32
Hmmm...came across this whilst searching for Larkham photos information on an opinion piece I'm writing (for another publication...and I got sidetracked re the photos...) about cyber personalities.

Apparently, women don't click as much as men do.

Hmm.....so much fun to be had with that statement....but I shall refrain.

Will click off the switch....


What do you think?


from www.reuters.com

NEW YORK (Reuters) - Women prefer the remote over the mouse when it comes to watching videos even though they outnumber men in cyberspace.

About 97 million women in the United States will use the Internet this year compared with 91 million men, according to a study by eMarketer.

But the report also says only 66 percent of those women are watching videos online compared to 78 percent of men.

"Men are more visual than women, who tend to communicate in writing and or in words," said Debra Aho Williamson, senior analyst with eMarketer and the author of the report.

She said at first she was shocked at the disparity between the sexes

She was??

...because women tend to watch more television. But she argues men are generally ahead of the technology trend.

"Women are more likely to use the Internet to get things done, to accomplish tasks, to check something off of a checklist that they need to do," Williamson said.

"Men are more likely to use the Internet to have fun. And a lot of what you see on youtube.com is silly, time-saving kinds of things that maybe women don't feel they have the time for, or don't want to have the time for."

Williamson said that despite the growth of youtube.com, women have not been part of the site's traffic spike.

To read full article please click on Continued...



Please note the lack of quips.
This is a big thing for me.



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Were You In The Dark?

April 1st 2007 07:53
I'm just curious.....


Saturday March 31 at 7:30pm.

Earth Hour.


Sydneysiders.......did you turn your lights off?


Did you just standby or did you get off it?



[Hmmm....you know what happens in times like these don't you?

....local warming.....if you know what I mean??...nudge nudge wink think..... Spring brings new life....]

Anyway.


....yes, my household was in the dark...to an extent....come on, the Rugby was on.....wish we stayed in the dark....

.....frontal lobe warming.....

Grrrr.

The Waratahs (NSW) redeemed themselves a little but seriously, what was that?
The lights were on but no one was at Our House*.

....and then.....at 1am.....a luminous glow bathed me in it's brilliance.....

Okay. It was the TV and The Brumbies were playing.

Ah suh-wear sugah.....it wurs a bit lark...um....basking in the radiance of a demi God.





*Our House = nickname for Aussie Stadium, Sydney



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...and that makes two.

I am in such a frivolous mood...and I have a promise I want to reap.....

Anyway.


Was over at John Doe's place earlier, his new post on April releases and yayyy...'Hawaii Five-0' has been released and I'm chuffed because I love this show and I love love love the theme for it.


So much so that....and this is really and I mean really sad....I consider it my Strut Song.

That's S-T-R-U-T.


You know....Strut Song?
The song/music playing in your mind when you need some grrr in your...um....integrity?


This is not to be confused with theme song.....that's just.....naff.

And what do you mean so are Strut Songs....

Dayum sugah. Don't be shy now...Spill a little.

What's your Strut Song?




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A Totally Trivial Post.

March 30th 2007 06:42
Okay.
There's been a lot of 'heavy' in the air.

Now...please understand that this doesn't mean I've seen little floaty angsty things go...um...floating past or anything.
It's a feeling.

I'm a glass overflowing kinda gal and the only things I like to spread are peanut butter and happiness.

hmmm...the above statement is just ripe for the taking isn't it?

As is this one.

Oh...and I also like to spread silliness.
Tis always the reason to be jolly.

So....without further ado....I give you...a totally trivial post.

......sigh....I'm so selfless.....


Okay...last weekend, my yum husband and I had a Bondage session....wa-tish....whip lashed your neck in a double take didn't you?

We watched some of the James Bond movies in my collection...we watched the Brosnan years and yeah, sure, a lot of you movie conoisseurs think he's lame but I think he's alright.....he's got a suave and sexy coldness happening and Roger Moore was too camp for me and Connery is....IS...Bond.....and Dalton hmmm and the jury is still out on Blond but still...

Anyway. My pointless?

The sex scenes?

Brosnan is a biter.

He bites shoulders.

....which got me wondering...

Does he bite in 'real' life?

Is this method acting?



I really do ask the important questions.....


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So...What Kind of Blogger ARE You?

March 14th 2007 07:30
I have been really really busy all afternoon doing nothing.... and I'm feeling kind
of guilty because I should have been working but I was Orbling and I should have
been knuckling down and getting serious but I was laughing my head off with my
best friend and I should have been focusing...and I was.

Maybe not on the 'right' things....

Anyway...I'm feeling frivolous and focus-free and I found this while I was looking
for something else because believe it or not, (and why wouldn't you?) I have
been asked to write a journalistic piece about what it's like to be a blogger.

But that's another story.

So, this is my result....hmmm....not sure if this is me....and this would be your
cue my friends....



You Are a Snarky Blogger!
You've got a razor sharp wit that bloggers are secretly scared of.
And that's why they read your posts as often as they can!




Please feel free to post your results....to find out how to post HTML, click this
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Gripevine. Spill The Whine...

March 2nd 2007 05:12
...and take that hurl...

Right. It's that time of month day...
I feel like unbottling a whine....letting it breathe you know?....

So. Here goes.


Why do I always grab the cord that shuts the blinds when I want to open it?



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Oh look. 3am.
It's The Switching Hour and for a change I'm awake.

Had to post this though....too too funny....

Jennifer Hawkins (former Miss Universe current Miss Cellaneous...the girl is everywhere... so that really should be Miss Ubiquitous) is the face of Lovable Lingerie.

Now read on...

It's The Bledislovable hicCup.

from ninemsn.com.au

New Zealand airport officials deny they lack a sense of humour, despite banning a billboard with a lacy bra-clad Jennifer Hawkins clutching a stuffed rhino with the caption: "Feeling horny?"

The lingerie ad featuring Australia's former Miss Universe was declined by Auckland International Airport, which felt it was a "step too far".

"The bottom line is the airport has a vast array of people of different nationalities, different ages, and our view was that it was just not in keeping with general airport image and brand," the airport's general manager retail Nick Forbes told NZPA.

But Forbes, an Australian, felt it was unfair to say airport management lacked a sense of humour.
If you straw-polled most of the people around our office they just had a good laugh and think it's great," he said. "On a personal level I don't really have an issue and not many people probably do but we've got to try and be sensitive."

For all those wishing to see the lovely and lithe Miss Hawkins and the Ad That Put Everyone's Nose Out Of Joint....rhinoplasty...geddit?...aneeewayyy...here she is...

Sheesh...no wonder the All Blacks do the Haka so fiercely in Australia...they know we like a good laugh.
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I have spent...no...wasted some time today reading the various posts and comments that have ripped apart the notion of Freedom of Speech.

Sigh....I love humankind.
Tis people that perplex me.

Homer Joyce.
Why can't we say his name?
Why are we trying to be polite now? Why bother?

Go on attack me. Please....someone attack me.
I haven't laughed since 4:20pm. It’s now 4:30pm.

Let me warn you I have a 4th dan black belt in Tae Kwan Don’t Try Me.
(an offshoot of Giv Adam)

The only thing I feel strongly about on Orble, is losing Wordophilia.
I am really annoyed that Homer played his end of the game and sacrificed himself for the greater good. He's so selfless. All he wanted was some peace and quiet, to be left alone with his writing. All he got was Death.

Homer Joyce.
The Man who would kill for the Nobel Peace Prize.

So he got de-Orbled.
Who's loss is that?
And okayyy...he may have gone a bit far in the name of Freedom of Speech. (Homer Treasure...it's pronounced freedumb so next time, be quiet)
Who's losing sleep over it?
Let me assure you he isn't.
Obviously some of us are.

I wanted to write comments on these posts...did actually write them....then deleted them.
The arguments, as always, are so articulate, so clever, so artful and well thought out.
So much time spent thinking about all of this.
So much time...wow.
Amazing.
Where do you guys find the time?

I mean...I have a job...ahh, what the hell, I run a company, I'm the Boss...yes, I have my own money...whoops, there goes the final vestige of my credibility....I have a husband, he is my priority (sorry, too busy being a feminist to join the Male Bashing Movement)....I have 5 children...woah...they're wonderful, I love them, live alongside them, don't live through them, vicarious living is not my thing...and gasp yes I have friends and thank goodness I don’t feel the need to hide myself....and oh Lord, I have charities I work with...can't tell you which ones because charity is a personal thing...it's none of your business...it's goodwill not this-is-how-good-I-am...and unfortunately I only suffer from back pain due to falling off my high horse a few times, oh and my motorbike...I am too busy being happy to wallow in misery....and oh occasionally, okay often, I am too busy being lazy....but I’m such a loser....sooooo not good at making optimum use of my time....but I’m trying, I’m learning, which is why I’m here....because I am just so busy being fabulous, so busy being virtually me, I just had to tell someone about it...forget the trumpet(er), I had to blow my whole orchestra...was that good for you?...oh lucky my husband reads what I write...and gets me because I'm too busy being Me to be anyone else....

I deleted my comments because I didn't think it was fair to say what I wanted to say on your sites. I do like you. You’re young, you’re foolish, it’s okay. You’re smart. You’ll wake up to yourself one day. Sooner rather than later I hope. Do not be on the run from yourself. Don’t be a tempus fugitive.

No. I lie. I deleted my comments because I didn't want to give you the benefit of my points.
Churlish? Yes. Childish? Nope.
So nah.

Ms Paint....it's fair what you're saying....offensive post and comments should be deleted...which is what Homer did to you after you wrote those awful and to me, extremely vulgar comments, full of hatred and bitterness, about me, on his site.

Seeing as I'm fairly stupid and thought that you only visited my site to be nice, I was rather perplexed as to why you needed to force your misery upon me.
What is it you said to me, on my site?
"...you've obviously got a very sensitive soul, I regret to say I haven't, a deficiency in my genes, I suspect."

To which I replied (only fair to have both sides...)

"It's not that I have a sensitive soul...well not for myself, at least...I would like to believe I have a compassionate soul, a proficiency in my genes I expect"

Live and Let Live.

What a brilliant concept.
A virtual reality in Utopia.
But this is not reality.

Yes Sir, No Sir, Censor.



You don't need to get a life people.
You need to live it.





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I'm getting a bit tired of the whole "Orble gives me nothing" crap. Oh the irony...ya jes don't geddit do ya people?

I know I should be writing a Rugby wrap (with lots of sweet hot and chilly sauciness panting over...am not going to say his name) because this is supposed to be a rugby blog and that’s why I’m here. Not today. Will get to that later. Maybe.

Aneeewayyyy...As I was sitting here trying to work, pondering the irony of wrinkled thinking and trying to ignore the endless new post and comment notifications, failing happily, caving in, etc...I realized that damn sugar, I lurve Orble.

Eureka! Shazam! Holy Cow Milkman...it’s an I-dea.

I love Orble because Orble gave me my own blog. Whether or not this means I own it, I do not know and do not really care.
Ask not what your community can do for you ad sense infinitum....

Orble gave me an opportunity to write the way I want to write about rugby.
Not the way traditional Rugby Media dick-tates.

I also do not care that this will never earn any money for me. I do not care because even if I was getting paid the going weekly rate, this would barely cover the cost of my 20 minutes writing it.
I can only base this on my hourly rate.

Think what you want. I’m worth my rate in Gold. Occupation wise.

BUT I do know what it costs to set up a site because I have one of my own away from Orble and for giving me a free site...for giving me a free platform, pedestal, pulpit from which I can freely, without another’s yardstick, shout out my love for the things and people I love (and declare my undying lust for...not saying that name)....I thank you Jon.
(Well....actually thank you Jasmine for putting it up and putting up with my initial manic emails!)

I love Orble because I am faced with a measure of my popularity. And I don’t care. I am not the sum of my votes (or lack of). I am the summa cum loud and clear of who I was born to die as.

I love Orble for confirming that I’m on the right track on the path of life. I live it. I get it. This is not my life. I’m just a part of it.

I love Orble because I’ve come to know that I am who I am. I write exactly how I am. I may not share personal details because hello?...1800-STALK-ME...but the ‘voice’ I write with is who I am. I love finding out that I am who I am. And everything else in between.

I know this because my husband (swoon) and family and physical world friends read everything (and I mean everything...very easy now with the new homepage feature) I write. All the words I use, my annoying habit of pun-ctuating everything I say, the “cripes” the “oh sighs”...dammit. I wanted to be mysterious. Well, at least it keeps me honest. And real. Especially because there is someone here who knows me...the physical me.

Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me Jill.

Whoopsies.

I love Orble because I met two wonderful women whom I have come to like and love in a “non gay way” (yes, that’s a quote), as much as I would have, had I met them in the physical world.
Cara (A.H.)...Cherry (K.L.)...thank you for being who you are. I have no words to describe the reality of you.
...And we know that this is just going to become a love tribute...an homage a trois...you two will probably be the only Orblers to read this...maybe one other but he only visits me because he feels sorry for me... And to remind me that Arrogance is a Humble trait.

I love Orble because oh my God!....some of you here....you are amazing, incredible real people....you people are out there...and not out there like "far out man" or in a Fox Mulder way. Out there, in that you exist. And wow...You're all so alive.

Damn...Joe Blogg...dude...I sooo wish you were real. Thanks for reminding me that life wasn’t meant to be lived seriously, just taken seriously. As it is said...life is no laughing matter...humour is serious business. And while we’re on homophones....(ones not obes...)

I love Orble because it’s forced me to come face to face with my own hypocrisy.
I am not the live and let live person I aim to be. I am not as non-judgmental as I think I am. I am not the nurturer of individuality that I pride myself on being. I am not as Me as I would like to be.

Ahhh fuck it (that’ll keep the prudes and Freedumb of Speech-ers away)...let's call a spade a trowel...I let down my friend. I insulted him in the worst way possible. I asked him to be false to himself.

I told him that he needs to conform because creativity has a periphery around it. Passion has a perimeter. He can’t just say and write whatever he wants because Freedom of Speech means knowing your limits. No one wants to know about the suffering...they just want to read it.
Brilliance comes with a price.
I'm sorry I forgot you give it freely.

To you, my friend, I say this...talent does things tolerably well.
Genius does them intolerably better.

Bring the joy home....
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My apologies if this question has been asked before but I can’t find it anywhere. And if it hasn’t been asked...then why not?

Curiosity didn’t kill the cat. Indifference did.

What led me to ask this question is my Caramella’s (A.H.) blog tag pic. Uncannily...although I didn’t know this at the time of writing, I found out soon after and not because I asked her (no, that would be far too easy...) but through communication on another post (link provided if you’re curious).

Why and how did we choose the pictures/photos that we did? I often wonder what the blog tag pic says about the blogger...why did the blogger choose that particular photo/picture to represent the blogger’s personality?

One of my favourites is KarenC’s (who’s MIA at the moment). A clever combination of both her blogging loves.
Now that I know the reason behind Caramella’s picture, I love it more.
And of course I love what Cherry A’s (K.L.) depicts...as she so succinctly puts it on her homepage.

There are many others that fascinate me...I won’t list them for fear of being accused of sycophancy.
(...okay maybe some...Pegasus, Nina, ~Lily and KylieW...I do love yours...)

And I’m fascinated by these groups(?) of bloggers;
a) the ones who show their ‘real’ faces
b) the ones who use the generic Orble face...especially the ones who are not only Anonymous but hermaphroditic as well.

I’m also curious as to why many of us have a different picture/photo on our homepages.

As to what my blog tag pic represents...
R ugby
U nion
G amma
B oth
Y in and yang

And that’s all she wrote folks...

What does your blog tag pic say about you? What does it represent? What does it say about who you are?
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Superman is in love with Lois LAME.

December 1st 2006 05:28
Okay, first up my apologies to all you Orble Movie, DVD and Comic Book bloggers. This is your domain...well, not literally. Rucks and Rolls is my domain but I’m talking about field (oooh...pun...not intended but kept anyway) not territory.

Apart from being a rugby loving freak and a vintage clothing freak and a freak full stop, I’m also a comic book freak. And I will refer to them as comic books. Not graphic novels. I like this term because this is what they are, novels with pictures but I’m not in the mood to be socio-politically correct (goodness me, it’s SPC gone mad)...I’ll call a spade a spade...or a trowel or a shovel or a scoop...

Anyway, I have collected comic books since I was a wee lass and have amassed a huge collection. I had to give some away because eek...maturity hit (aka strands of grey hair amongst my brunette and teal) and at the ripe young age of umm...more than mid 30s, less than 40...made the decision to grow up.

Sort of.

A) I gave my collection to my brother and my children...so they’re really still in the family (and therefore within reach)
B) I didn’t really give it all away.

I have still got my entire collection of Wonder Woman comics and have kept the best of all my favourites; Batman/Dark Knight, The Green Lantern, The Silver Surfer and Superman...which leads me to the point of this post.

I love the Christopher Reeve ‘SuperMan’ movies and have them all in my movie collection (yes, am also a movie freak) and don’t you just love the way Supe smiles at you at the end...

...now open your arms and let her go...
Oh Superman...may I call you Supe?...why can't it all just be about me? photo courtesy of Wikipedia


I loved ‘SuperMan Returns’! I can’t wait for it to be released on DVD.
I really admire the director, Bryan Singer's style. He’s the major difference between ‘X-Men 2' being totally cool and ‘X-Men 3’ being a cold fish.
Brandon Routh is just perfect as Superman/Clark Kent/Cal-el and although I’m not too fussed about Kevin Spacey’s Lex Luthor, he was okay.
I really liked James Marsden’s character, Richard White...I liked the way that this character proved that an 'ordinary' human has a superhero within...but I’m not here to review the movie.

I’m here to bitch about Lois Lane.
And seeing she is not a real woman, this does not violate MOSTEST rules.

It’s not just Kate Bosworth’s portrayal of Lois Lane that I hated (and I’ll get to that later, maybe) it’s the character of Lois Lane.

Nothing and no one is ever going to get me to like the character as portrayed in film and on TV and even in the comics.

Lois is such a cliché. I've always hated that she is "in love" with Superman and so indifferent to Clark Kent.
Clark Kent is the disguise. Superman/Cal-el is the real persona (and I knew this long before Bill explained it to Beatrix in ‘Kill Bill Vol 2’).
This is quite rare. It's usually the other way around...the human is the 'reality', the superhero is the disguise.
(Wonder Woman is like Superman and in the DC world, they do end up together...yayy!)

BUT one should be "in love" with all personas, the strong and the weak, the perfections and the faults, the Superman and the Clark, all facets of the one personality and Lois is a victim and a perpetual damsel in distress. Independent woman my ass. She's the ultimate groupie. Surely Cal-el should be able to see through her and not just literally!

I particularly didn't like Bosworth's portrayal of Lois Lane...very bitter and very rude to Clark. She was not written like this in the comics. Margot Kidder played her well enough, oblivious yet still nice to Clark. Don't even start me on Teri Hatchet...sorry...Hatcher.

Yes, so the Lois Lane character in this movie is doing it tough...single working mother...who lives in a waterfront mansion with a seaplane berthed outside at her disposal and the boss’ gorgeous and rich and accomplished nephew ready to do anything for her.
Yeah. I’d like to do it that hard too.

Off on a different tangent...if Lois’ son is Cal-el’s son...how hard was that labour????

So what is the point of this post?

Lois Lane is lame.
She’s in love with the idea of being loved by the most superb human on the planet (in the DC world).
Lois Lane is a trophy collector and Superman is her ultimate prize.
She doesn’t care what has hurt him, she doesn’t care that he had to be away from earth to find himself, she doesn’t care that it is his duty to protect all humankind and that it is enough that he professes love for only one and she’s not happy with that...nooo...it’s her or nothing...
And because she is so hurt by him not wanting to give up his legacy to help humankind because he's such a selfish bastard and she is the epitome of generosity (ha bloody ha), she writes a Pulitzer Prize (puh-lease) winning feature explaining 'Why The World Doesn't Need Superman' when what she really meant was 'Superman I Am All The World You Need'.

Sheesh. I'm so bummed about this all, I can't write. This is the dumbest thing I have ever written. It makes no sense...but this is what I felt like writing about today. Okay? My perogative.

Look up in the sky...it's a bird, it's a plane...it's Superman on a leash belonging to Lois Lame.
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Contradictionary: The A-Zen of Nothing

November 21st 2006 13:10
Please note: There is no point to this post.
This was written in The Switching Hour...a time when the brain switches off and utter nuttiness takes over.
Besides, I’m still reeling from the pain of our Wallabies loss to Ireland.
Am thinking about following Lawn Bowls...can still keep my domain name...Rucks and Rolls...


Antelope:
When 2 ants move out of formation and wander off together

Buffet:
Used in gyms to express admiration for ones toned body

Carcass:
The vulgarity that ensues if your car breaks down

Deplane:
To look up in the sky and find a flying object and tell your boss about it.

Explain:
When the flying object has landed. Tell your boss about it.

Fling:
Faux bling. Or a non Afro-American using this word post 2004.

Grovel:
To perambulate around a grove.

Hunger:
Where explains park

Infidel:
A Cuban dissident.

Jettison:
The respect a Japanese fisherman pays to a boat ramp

Kaleidoscope:
The measure of a collision

Lert:
What your country would like you to be

Miasma:
An Irish respiratory problem

Necrophiliac:
Person who likes short hair

Obsession:
An appointment with the baby-doctor

Phonetic:
A mobile junkie. May also be used to describe a telemarketer with a nervous twitch

Quiche:
A nook to hang keys in

Reverberate:
To do something, anything, eight times

Statue:
An identifying question

Twist:
A secwet meeting

Umbrage:
Something that connects umm...New Zealand rivers.

Vulgarian:
A Bulgarian vulture similar to a parrot.

Window:
What happens when your lottery numbers come in

X-ray:
An old flame

Young:
A hermaphrodite. Neither yin nor yang.

Zebra:
A French brassiere


Please feel free to add.



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Oh boy...vanity struck and gravity is taking it’s toll so I decided to get my butt back to the gym this week

When I’m busy (or lazy...but busy sounds better), for me the something that has got to give, is the gym. The gym not sport. The gym isn’t sport. What goes on in gyms could be considered a form of sport...all that posing...tiring...but that’s another post...hmmm...

Anyway, I was in a boxing class and jabbing and hooking and upper-cutting like Tyson was about to bite my ear off. I was feeling gooood.

The one thing I said I would not do is give my endorphins voice in the gym. It’s a bit...odd. A bit...private. A bit like having an orgasm in public.

I understand how you can just get so worked up and energised and those happy hormones are inspired and stimulated enough to want to yell out loud and proud...I do understand the impulse but...even though I sing loudly in public and laugh out loud reading a book (in public) and have, on occasion felt like skipping and have done so....I am not given to giving in to those kind of impulses at the gym.

Or so I thought.

Yep. I ‘woohoo-ed’. Out LOUD.

I got ambushed by my endorphins. Rogue insubordinate bastards.
(But it was a damn good upper-cut that knocked Tyson out on his ear...)

Which led me to think about what else I have done that I said I could not or would not do...

I said I could not understand needing another person.
I fell in love.

I said I wouldn’t have children
I am mother to 5. (..and laundry lady, toilet paper fairy, housekeeper, sock finder, blah, blah, aarrggh...)

I said nothing The Wallabies do will make me love them less.
I haven’t been asked to play.

I said I wouldn’t say anything derogatory about another woman.
I saw a photo of Victoria Beckham.

I said I would not laugh at another human being.
I heard David Beckham speak.

I said I am not capable of sharing my secrets, my inner self, with virtual strangers.
Then I joined Orble.

But hey...I never said never...

What have you done that you said you would never do?
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Ladies...Where Have Your Bags Been?

November 16th 2006 13:59
I received this email and just had to share it with you.

Now...I don't carry handbags. I find them cumbersome and restricting and I like my freedom in my hands....It's a jungle out there...you need to keep your hands free, which is why I only wear GammaBags (link provided...if you're interested...and yes, it's a shameless but pertinent plug)

Please note, I do not know who Shauna Lake is, who the 'experts' are, where this email originated from but it certainly makes you think twice...great we've all got enough baggage, now we've got baggage about baggage!

Read on...

Have you ever noticed females who sit their bags on public restroom floors then go directly to their dining tables and set it on the table?
Happens a lot!

It's not always the 'restaurant food' that causes stomach distress.
Sometimes "what you don't know 'will' hurt you"!

It's something just about every woman carries with them. While we may know what's inside our bags, do you have any idea what's on the outside?
Shauna Lake put handbags to the test - for bacteria - with Surprising Results.

You may think twice about where you put your bag. Women carry handbags everywhere; from the office to public restrooms to the floor of the car.
Most women won't be caught without their bags or wallets, but did you ever stop to think about where your bag goes during the day?

"I drive a school bus, so my bag has been on the floor of the bus a lot," says one woman.

"I put my bag in grocery shopping carts, on the floor of bathroom stalls while changing a diaper," says another woman "and of course in my home, which should be clean."

We decided to find out if handbags harbor a lot of Bacteria.
We learned how to test them at Nelson Laboratories in Salt Lake , then we set out to test the average woman's purse.

Most women told us they didn't stop to think about what was on the bottom of their bag. Most said at home they usually set their bags on top of kitchen tables and counters where food is prepared. Most of the Ladies we talked to told us they wouldn't be surprised if their handbags were at least a little bit dirty.

It turns out handbags are so surprisingly dirty, even the Microbiologist who tested them was shocked.
Microbiologist Amy Karren of Nelson Labs says nearly all of the bags tested were not only high in Bacteria, but high in harmful kinds of bacteria.

Pseudomonas can cause eye infections, staphylococcus aurous can cause serious skin infections, and salmonella and e-coli found on the bags could make people very sick.
In one sampling, four of five bags tested positive for salmonella, and that's not the worst of it. "There is Fecal Contamination on the bags," says Amy.

Leather or vinyl handbags tended to be cleaner than cloth bags, and lifestyle seemed to play a role. People with kids tended to have dirtier bags than those without, with one exception.

The bag of one woman who frequented nightclubs had one of the worst contamination’s of all. "Some type of feces, or possibly vomit" says Amy.

So the moral of this story - your bag won't kill you, but it does have the potential to make you very sick if you keep it on places where you eat.

Use hooks to hang your bag at home and in restrooms, and don't put it on your desk, a restaurant table, or on your kitchen countertop.

Experts say you should think of your handbag the same way you would a pair of shoes. "If you think about putting a pair of shoes onto your countertops, that's the same thing you're doing when you put your bag on the countertops" - your bag has gone where individuals before you have sneezed, coughed, spat, urinated, emptied bowels, etc!

Do you really want to bring that home with you?

The microbiologists at Nelson also said cleaning a bag will help. Wash cloth bags and use leather cleaner to clean the bottom of leather handbags.


Where has your bag been?


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Member(s) of the Order of Solidarity of The Equal Sister Tribe.
MOSTEST

This post was inspired by K.L. Almeroth’s post ‘The Feminist Romance Writer...An Oxymoron?’ (link provided).
K.L. (mah GPMBsistah) is an unabashed ‘girlie-girl’. She is also a feminist. Perfect combination. How can one be a feminist if one is not best friends with their femininity?
So...not an oxymoron at all.

I’ll give you an oxymoron. Feminists who hate females.

I don’t get it.
(K.L. I’m ‘stealing’ some words from the comment I left...)
I don't get 'bimbo'.
I don't get why women use this word to describe another female. Isn’t this an Italian word for a young male child? So when a female is acting like a bimbo, she’s acting like a baby boy?? Huh?
Kinda makes sense...kidding.
This is not a male bashing Order. We love men. Can’t live without them. Just because they have 2 less letters, doesn’t make them less human...

I don't get why woman and feminist are 2 separate (state of) beings.
And why do feminine and feminist have such a gulf between them?

Why do females hate other females for choosing to be the kind of females they are? Who made the rules as to what constitutes being a woman? Why do we look down our noses at females who don’t match the individual standards we choose to live by?

And this...and I am very guilty of doing this...why do we/I justify my womanly strength by giving it supposed masculine attributes?
Why, when trying to assert myself as a force to be reckoned with, do I become an apologist for that side of me which loves all the accouterments and embellishments and traits that make being a female so much fun.... and try to make the side of me that loves rugby and cars and motorbikes and martial arts and action movies and comic books and wants to be a Jedi...the defining part of me? The "strong" part of me?
*for a great post on 'Strong Women' read this by AG (link highlighted in teal)

What is feminism anyway? What is it to you?

I thought feminism was about being true to whatever you wish to be...without hating what other women are.

Feminism was supposed to make life better for us. We united, we made a stand, we fought for our right to be heard and respected, Helen Reddy sang our anthem.
Feminism was supposed to give us options. No matter what the lifestyle or belief. As long as we upheld the promise that we were doing this because we can, and it fulfills our potential.
Feminism wasn’t supposed to make us dislike each other.

We’ve broken the glass ceiling but damn how many levels does this glasshouse have?

It’s been a hard, rocky road we have traveled. The road is paved now but there’s still potholes. It’s still not that easy.
It’s hard enough having to still justify our ambidextrous hands in every pie, in a still strangely male driven world without having to shield ourselves from friendly fire.
Why do we turn on each other?
Why do we take the loyal nature of a dog and the independent nature of a cat and create a horrible hybrid – a catty bitch?
And WHY do we this over men?

If you don’t like someone...in the physical world or in the cyber world...fine, whatever, don’t like them. It’s human nature anyway to not like everybody. We wouldn’t have different types of personalities otherwise.

...But please my sister, do not attack another woman by waxing cynical about her lack of your attributes. Or vice versa.

Damn. We are just so cruel to each other. We use our endowment of feminism as a filtering system to feel better about ourselves.

Why has feminism become another form of legislation to inflict censorship?
Why, as feminists, must we label and restrict ourselves?
Why, as women, must we put a periphery around what a woman is?

Cripes. This is the problem with writing without thought or structure...you don’t really make any sense in getting to a point. Forgive me, I’m a journalist, sometimes I get tired writing in structure. This is the way I rebel. Ha. Rebel without clause...

My point is...let's join together and stand united as women with the MOSTEST.
The only requisites...leave your putdowns at the door, raise your glass roof (just take it right off) and repeat after me;
"I promise to never say anything derogatory about Kate Moss, Paris Hilton and Victoria Beckham."

No. Damn...that's too hard. Okay forget it. Just be who you are. A Fem-Ally.

I’m spreading the rich butter of MOSTEST the Gamma way.
In my world...we are all GammaWomen...and GammaWolves.

K.L., Andrea and I are founding members of MOSTEST on Orble. My non Orble soulsisters are here too.

Anyone else care to join? Males welcome.

Member (or Male) of the Order of Solidarity of The Equal Sister Tribe.

*No intoxicating beverages were drunk during the writing of this diatribe. Okay...maybe one glass.

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In an earlier post, I had commented upon the calibre of writers on Orble and how I am just humbled and awestruck...I still am, more so, the more posts I read.

By the way, Orble should really post a Warning:
Read At Your Own Risk. We Will Not Be Held Responsible For Time Lost In The Real World.
For help with ignoring email notifications of new posts and comments...nah...you’re beyond help.

This post is motivated by the people I have ‘met’ and through reading posts and comments and opinions and likes and dislikes and Top 10 favourites and wishes and dreams and beliefs and stands on issues...feel I have come to ‘know’.

And it makes me wonder, where are all you people...or people like you... in the physical world?? What bushel do you all hide your magnificent lights under?
That’s not to say that fabulous people don’t exist and aren’t met in the real world. It’s just...face to face, in person....all those barriers that need to be broken down...tiring, you know?

‘Conversing’ with you all, makes me ponder what you’re like in person. My mind goes into overdrive, trying to envision and form the personality from the personal thoughts and opinions expressed.
To name and form just a few*....

Lilla extraordinarily warm, worldly and wise
KarenC brave, spirited and funky
Katyzzz marvelously eccentric, artistic and cryptic
John Doe intense, urbane and humane (and damn JD, your biker pic is hot!)
Luke a Top 10 entertainer
Nina pretty TV Babbl-ina, elegant, eloquent, excellent writer
Voices vivacious and vulnerable in a very strong way
KylieW feisty, bright and delightful
The Bitch Is Back fabulously caustic and droll

And what Top 10 list of this nature would be complete without Homer Joyce - The Poetic Postman...who wields his (s)word like a Weapon of Mass Seduction.

Of course I don’t really know any of you and there’s a sad possibility I never will. As groan worthy as this will sound...my life will be poorer for it.

This post was inspired by something Lilla and I ‘discussed’, about how here, we all write without inhibition, which is potentially dangerous...one tends to forget that one is really in a public place...well I’ve forgotten occasionally, shared a bit too much information. Thank God for the ‘modify’ button.

Like most people, in the physical world, I am initially reserved but I’m not short of an opinion (nor of height). I’m certainly not shy. Yet here on Orble, I hide behind a pseudonym and a Wallabies beanie mask.
I don’t see it as hiding so much as granting myself freedom from judgement. Wearing a mask to be free. Not as contradictory as it sounds.

We all get judged first by appearances and then we have to work at either upholding that first impression or changing it or expanding upon it, etc. We say we don't care but we do because WE know ourselves to be who we are...why can't everyone feel it/see it straight away?

We tend to judge one another too quickly based on first physical impressions, which are usually the intentional (or unintentional) masks we all wear in the physical world.
These masks protect us until such time we are comfortable ‘taking them off’ to express who we really are, at that moment in time.
These physical world masks cloak us.
Wearing a mask in a cyber world uncloaks us.
Most of choose to stay semi anonymous, we have pseudonyms and masks (or both!) and photos that express the essence of who we are.
And thus we are set free.

We can be as brazen and bold as we please. We write with abandon. We post with fierce opinion. We don’t have to censor ourselves and we don’t care if we’re left open to censure. We comment with wit and glee
As Lilla once commented, “...any writer reveals more about who they are by their comments than by anything else they do...”

I wonder what my comments say about me...? I don't want to know.
I’ve been told I look “aloof” and “unapproachable” and (my favourite) “up myself”.
I’m not. Sob...how could they?...These are my masks.
What you read is what you get so maybe I’m a bit of a twit and a little “up myself” and I speak in puns (punishing punctuation...sorry...) but I’m alright you know...hey, kids love me! (I have 5 of my own).
If you met me, not knowing you had already 'met' me, would you give me the time of day based on what you see? Or...if you met me, having already ‘met’ me, would you judge me as I tend to get judged?

Now, having said all that, there's no way this will happen! Now I'm worried my masks won't work...eeek...catch 22...

How many of you have physically met each other? Were you all what you expected? More? Less? Were you surprised or validated? Did you have any expectations? None? None at all?
Jon’s Halloween theme birthday party...the Sydneysiders who went...did you wear masks??
Are we really the people that we are here? Are our uncloaked Orble personas our true selves? Are we better at getting to know another via e-mail and blogs? Is this a better way to get to know one another?

What I’m really asking is this – the friendships that are forged via keyboard, do these carry over in to the physical world? Bloggers who have met each other in real life...do you have the same rapport verbally?

Do Orble blog friendships endure and exist outside of Orble?


*I hope you don't take offence at being named and being the subject of my deliberations. I think you're all WONDERFUL. This is not flattery in a blatant attempt at getting all you High Karma-s’ on my site! Please note your names are links. I genuinely adore/like/in some cases almost love your personalities.


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If Wonder Woman Played Rugby...

October 27th 2006 00:47
Then she’d truly be The Perfect Woman!

Seriously...Wonder Woman/Princess Diana has got everything going for her to be the best rugby player in the world.
She’s intelligent, she’s an Amazon, she’s super strong and she can fly (she can play prop and wing...tee hee...) she has the Lasso of Truth (“who rucked me?”), she’s not real...gasp...did I say that? No. I typed it. Idiot. (me. Not you)

That was my blatant rugby reference. This is a rugby blog after all...

Have just posted a rugby related Catherine Zeta-Jones post. Rereading it got me thinking about this – CZJ’s name had been bandied about as a possibility to play Wonder Woman in the as yet TBA production of the movie.
Joss Whedon (‘Buffy’ and ‘Firefly’) will direct and is currently perfecting his screenplay and teasing the media. Joel Silver (‘V for Vendetta’ and the ‘Matrix’ movies) is producer.

We knew this was coming. In a time when the world truly needs Super Heroes, we turn to Hollywood. And Bollywood even...but we’ll get to that later.
(And we could turn this in to a rant about how Hollyweird has run out of ideas, hence the current 'give life to graphics' trend and how the money used to make one blockbuster could be used to make 10..hell, 20... documentaries on the state of the world or used to fund developing filmmakers or given to charities and the countries that need it...instead of sending their 'emoting heads' on Save The World Missions... but we won't.)

I would love CZJ to be Wonder Woman. Alas, in a bubble where 20yo's are veteran thespians, I fear she may be considered too old at the tender age of 37. Sigh...I’m obviously out of the running then...anyway... Of course Lynda Carter is the One and Only but she’s currently Principal of some Super Hero School.

Other actresses who have been considered
- Morena Baccarin (Inara Serra ‘Serenity’ and ‘Firefly’) Yes absolutely
- Kate Beckinsale (‘Underworld’ ‘Van Helsing’) hmmm...maybe...nice hair...
- Sandra Bullock. No.
- Rachel Bilson (‘The OC’) hello? Wonder Woman, not Girl.
- Priyanka Chopra (Indian actress and Miss World 2000) yeaahhh mayyybe...but I’m biased...the Bollywood connection...
- Charisma Carpenter (‘Buffy’, ‘Angel’, ‘Veronica Mars’) Charisma by name, not by nature
- Jennifer Anniston let me think about it...she is Greek after all...no, No and NO.

Wonder Woman is an Amazon (tall, tall, tall) with blue eyes and she may be a Fierce Warrior but she’s also a Princess of Peace so The Chosen Woman must have these physically apparent qualities;
strong in face and in body, feminine but not 'girlie', beautiful but not arrogantly so, eyes that glint with intelligence and compassion (ting...the sound of glint), sweet, gentle and kind.

These are my picks;
- Lucy Lawless (‘Xena’) almost 6’, blue eyes, already trained in combat, does 'fierce' well plus she’s sweet and kind.
- Aishwarya Rai (‘Bride and Prejudice’ Miss World 1994) ...not as tall but again I’m biased....plus she’s got blue/green eyes and is known in the Western World...and we all know she wants World Peace...

Wonder Woman needs exact representation on the big screen. She may be just a comic book character to some...to others, she's a graphic novel symbol of hope...

Who’s your choice to play Wonder Woman? And do you care?
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We both love Rugby!!!

And you thought I was going to say...hmmm...what did you think I was going to say?

I am a Catherine Zeta-Jones fan. Say what you will about the woman, just say it to someone who will listen. Not only is CZJ Welsh (I have a thing for people of Cmyru (pronounced come-ree) and Alba...that be Wales and Scotland to ye all who cannae unner’stand)...she’s a rugby fan.

I was trawling for anything rugby and found this on
Wikipedia;

Coming Out is an upcoming 2006 comedy film...the film stars Alan Cumming* and Catherine Zeta-Jones, who will also be producing (her debut) it with her brother David A Jones**, who came up with the basis of the film.

A down-and-out Welsh rugby team is hit further by bad luck when their coach dies. The coaching duties are left to his son, who finds this out through his father's will. He (Alan Cumming) has no experience with rugby, and has previously earned his living as a cabaret performer, and now finds himself in charge of a rugby team.

Catherine Zeta-Jones plays a hairdresser who falls in love with the coach's brother as well as helping the two to rekindle their relationship. She (has) said of the film: “I grew up among rugby fanatics - the film is very close to my heart

Unfortunately, I also found this at Movie & TV News @IMDb.com;

"Hollywood star Catherine Zeta-Jones' planned musical(??) movie about her native Wales has been delayed because of the struggling US dollar....the film has been hit by the falling value of the US dollar against the British pound (the film's budget is in dollars).

Zeta-Jones' agents are also reportedly unhappy she has devoted so much time to an independent project without guaranteed earnings - she will take a share of profits rather than a salary.
The shooting schedule has been reduced to 42 days, but director Joel Zwick*** is confident the show will go on
.”

Hmm...that was back in 2005. And 2006 is almost over.
It’s not going to happen is it?
It’s not fair. All the other codes (soccer, AFL, league) have movies to boast of. I suppose because the real thing is boring...I’m kidding!! Sort of. Kidding...and on and on and on...


*Actor; Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler in ‘X-Men 2’, ‘Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion’
**runs CZJ’s production company, Milkwood Films
***Director; ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’, ‘Mork and Mindy’
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