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...
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
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.....
...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?
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.
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.
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?