Saturday

No breakfast for me.  A slow stumble about the house, early hydration then a lame leap to scooter and putter to my sisters to proudly extend my copy of Cryoburn by Lois McMaster Bujold for her reading pleasure.

I have taken the opportunity to watch the first episode of the late session wot Dan Kelly was on.  Very enjoyable though I find Jack Thompson much easier to understand when he puts on an accent.  He doesn't move his lips enough in his normal conversational speaking voice and its a little too slurred for me to understand easily.

I think its because I come from a family of mildly deaf people - lots of loud voices are used - plus we all enunciate a lot due to early "art of speech" lessons (not so much me but my sisters and probably my mother before us).

I am going to make an effort to write something today.  I've done nothing creative for ages.  I feel  dull, like the colour is bleeding out of me.

Stuff

Uncle Sidney caught The Late Session that Dan Kelly was on (which I wrote on my calendar so that I wouldn't forget and then got caught up in a book and forgot).

I'd played Drunk on Election night for him once before, but he hadn't been in a listening mood cause he was raving about another musician's cd that he'd come across and was playing repetitively for the last so many weeks - but he was dead impressed this time and raved enthuiastically during our weekly phone chat last night.

I'd love to take him along to seem him live, but he isn't well enough.

Bypasses, valve replaced, bowel cancer, colostomy bag, type 2 diabetes and his knees are fucked, which they can't do replacements for because of all the above listed issues (and the colostomy bag makes farting noises which he is self conscious about).

I have Tex Perkins and his Ladyboyz playing today. I wish they'd done two versions, one without vocals, not that there is anything wrong with Tex - we like Mr Tex - but I would like to be able to hear all the little weird
fiddly things they did with the music better.

Up to "I don't wanna be here anymore" and my mind is visualising a film clip of him singing whilst sitting on a toilet and making constipated faces ...You don't know how hard I got it...

Uncle Sid Story

Uncle Sid reckons he was in a pub one day when there was a beer strike on. 
Only stuff available was some really terrible South Australian stuff.
He observed a man come in and ask for a beer.
Publican explained - beer strike -  only stuff bad -  do you still want to try it?
Man says yes.
Asks whats so terrible about it?
Publican explains current theory is that they used bore water when making it.
Man takes a sip of beer.
Man says ... those South Australians - they don't waste much of the pig, do they?

(Uncle Sidney reckons this actually happened, but Uncle Sidney's brain rewires stories into better stories on a regular basis.  It is a good story though so I wrote it down after I hung up from our weekly chat)

Declaration

My head is a blank space fit only for flys.

But I think I would find the buzzing really annoying.

And flys do that thing where they keep bumping into the area around the gap where they can exit or entrance, which is so frustrating to watch and then if one tries to help them by herding them towards the gap or even make the gap larger, they panic and fly in completely the wrong direction.

So fuck the flys.

I am a no fly zone.

I am a fool

I succumed (sp?) to temptation and bought the damn computer game online yesterday and then stayed up until 2 am finishing it.  The cats not happy with me. 

I only have that little built in mouse to use.  I am not very good at using it.  My little finger extends out like I am drinking tea in one of those little cups wot are so awkard to use, but so pretty.  The tenseness of the action combined with the athritis has caused the last joint of my little finger to swell and go crooked.  It will not go back once I stop using the computer.  That is it for that finger now.  Crooked for ever.  Evidence of my bloodymindedness if not compentance.  A monkey could finish the game.  It's just one of those match 3 items ones.  I think I got so obessed cause one then earns points to buy stuff to set up a village.  Houses.  Market.  Trees.  Certain trees make the little people happy.  I think I just liked buying stuff. 

The urge is there to play again and set the villages up completely differently, but I need to wash clothes for work and don't think it would be a good idea to stay up till the small hours again crippling myself just before Monday.

Flashback - Poem

Patience is a Virtue


Frustration froths within my frame
And burns and boils inside my brain
Whilst I wail and nash my teeth in pain
As this cursed computer drives me INSANE!

It toys with us,
It teases
Flashing egg timers and spinning coins do not appease us

Take your running dinosaurs with bows on their head or not
And shove it up the horses arse that across my screen doth trot
Gimmicks do not satisfy
The urge to douse with petrol and fry
It’s CPU, mouse and monitor
And leap upon the pieces after
And dance my devilish glee
Upon it’s useless, unresponsive keys

Take that! I will cry
And have at you
As I joyfully beat and bat you

(And champagne like bubbles will course through
My body as I rise renewed)
From the twanging thumped corpse that was my computer’s CPU

I will no longer wait
For machines to ruminate
I declare
It is not fair
I will not suffer it to frustrate
And instead, will it cremate

And all machines should then take heed
For I will match word with deed
If you stubbornly persist
My stated wishes to resist

For I’ve no three Asimov robot AI rules to keep to
And will happily maim and injure YOU

Relief Valves

I wear the orange safety vest with reflective stripes into my sisters house to please my mother - cause she mentions it everytime I see her since the new scooter. 

The atmosphere was tense.  

Before I even entered my nieces converged upon me for hugs and sympathy.  I could only repeat "It's out of my power dudes" as they beggged "make her go away". 

One small comment by my sister of "Oh just leave the rice alone" when parent was having issues with the way they cook rice because they don't have a microwave rice cooker, was all that was required for floods of tears and a rapid departure.

Unholy glee on the part of my sister and her spawn. Sister has fingers crossed that perhaps parent will be so upset that they will have a single solitary day of relief.

Parent has been spoilling for a reason to cry since the Bruce Highway has been cut and she hasn't been able to go home when she wanted to.  The trials and tribulations of the control freak.

And to think we have been so nice to her that she hasn't had any excuse to fly off the handle before now since 3 January - lol