Stop the world!

My thanks to a colleague who used this phrase earlier today when we were talking about Australia’s appalling performance in regards to Timor and us basically trying to shaft them out of what is legally theirs. There is a great article in The Monthly on this – and what a bully we’re being in regards to oil and gas fields in the Timor Sea that it just made me feel so ashamed to be Australian.

So

  • as we face the most antiquated puritanical, draconian IR reforms – all in the name of progress of course,
  • as we adjust to a life that decisions made on behalf of us by our government now mean we are not safe in any public place on any public transport or at any large event or venue,
  • as we try to work out how to right the wrongs of the past and basically show some humanity and common human decency to nations that struggle basically because of the way they have been treated and ruled (by people or parties inflicted or imposed upon them or supported or kept there by us,

I say, in the worlds of my colleague…

Stop the world I want to get off.


Behold the queen of procrastination

Tomorrow night about 25 people are coming to dinner. A Christmas in July when the food we eat in 36 degree eat in December is actually enjoyable and seasonally appropriate.

It seemed like such a good idea at the time – when I asked them all that is. But of course, then there is reality.

I have quite a penchant for list writing. No, not a bread, milk, butter list but strategic, thought out, precision lists. My shopping lists are broken down to dry goods, dairy, refrigerated goods, vegetables, fruit, entertaining, cleaning etc. My shopping lists are good.

When I entertain, the lists can be daunting for some, but I draw great comfort merely from their existence. This is important as unless I’m doing drugs (which I don’t out of pure geek-based fear I will get the bad batch and die a horrible frothing-at-the-mouth-soiling-my-pants kinda death) they rarely get adhered to.

So tomorrow’s the night – by tonight I’m meant to have made a pumpkin pinenut cheesecake w/ spicy pumpkin relish, quince relish and onion marmalade (to go with the ham), have sliced the potatoes for potato dauphinios and topped and tailed the beans for my beans tossed in breadcrumbs and garlic.

I haven’t done any of that. I haven’t even done the shopping to pretend I’m getting these things underway. Instead, I watched SVU and have channel flicked for the better part of an hour and a half. All the while thinking to myself, man I’m thirsty and gee I’m buggered. I should go to bed. I haven’t done those either.

So you see, my ability to procrastinate is impressive, even when its procrastinating out of something I love doing – cooking and entertaining. God knows what we’ll eat tomorrow night as I have a homeopath appt in the morning, then an appt w/ my psychiatrist on the other side of the city, then a trip home, a trip back to the city for an interview about Oscar at the Daily Tele and then home to start preparing for dinner.

I do like a last minute adrenalin rush, but what with the incubus and all, even I’m impressed with this one.


Cause for concern…

When I feel like a salad sandwich for lunch, actually order one and then… enjoy it.


Realisation

Last Thursday, on meltdown day, a woman sitting on the window side of a seat on the bus, leant across the man sitting next to her and offered me a seat. He of course jumped up, and apologised that he hadn’t realised ‘my condition’.

So you can imagine my relief that the reason all those misogynistic bastards and skanky bitches who live on the Northern Beaches not offering to stand for me on the bus is not due to some moral highground that if I got myself pregnant I can damn well pay for it by standing for an hour plus commute each way every day, it’s not because of their natural predisposition to their character descriptors, its merely because they just think I’m fat.

What a head slapping moment of realisation that was.


Once more…

I prove my point about airshows and reliable tragedies…

Photo from SMH
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