tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179171602012-01-26T09:52:05.027+11:00Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.comBlogger5271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-79538144870810956252012-01-06T23:14:00.005+11:002012-01-06T23:59:30.696+11:00

I've gotten to that stage where the one stable and fulfilling thing in my life is work. Mind you, that's not to say that work is good but it's just better than what else is on offer in my life, which isn't a lot. There, I'm still facing working way too hard for no recognition and dealing with, what has been described as a 'hornet's nest' by more than one outsider. I won't tell you what the

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-59902520145079317772011-11-30T07:03:00.000+11:002011-11-30T07:03:58.242+11:00

I have come to realise that these (now) monthly visits with MVOR, the genteel lady with whom I share my innermost thoughts, are not going to fix me. There is no fixing this state of mind I carry around with me.There's no cancer to isolate.There's no lump to remove.There's no ...waiting it out with bed rest until it goes away.This half nutty, soul destroying melancholic anti-heroine didn't just

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-17993031830934783382011-11-21T00:16:00.011+11:002011-11-21T01:52:09.645+11:00

When I was a little kid and morning television was filled with re-runs of old shows from the 50s an everyday run of the mill family looked like this:There you have the quintessential respectable family. No messing around with mum and and dad here. No siree. These folks would ground you faster than you could say 'awww shucks', just for sassing your mother! Watch out.Then by the time I was in

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-25790508706091094362011-06-06T23:13:00.005+10:002011-06-06T23:36:43.116+10:00

I will always associate Crunchie chocolate bars with my Uncle R. He would bring them with him every single time he came to visit. When you are 8 years old and you are given Crunchie every time a particular person comes to visit - you very quickly develop a Pavlovian response to that person. Beat up old Holden in the driveway = saliva. Never fails.If everyone has a crazy Uncle, then mine is R.

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-31157022889343476432011-06-05T19:55:00.004+10:002011-06-05T19:58:10.585+10:00

The guy bagging my groceries referred to me as ma'am today.DEATH.

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-68168764442836199592011-04-26T22:06:00.004+10:002011-04-26T22:19:19.296+10:00

The great thing about the internet is that you can ask it any perverted question in the world without the consequence of having to look someone in the eye when you ask it. Many moons ago people had village communities or extended families that would answer these kinds of embarrassing questions for you - Any ailment, any worry would have been presented to the clan matriarch or patriarch ...or

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-82904860665590527942011-04-04T22:24:00.003+10:002011-04-04T22:54:58.922+10:00

MVOR, (being so much more reasonable than I) made an interesting remark the other day.We were talking about personal relationships and I was relating a story about somebody that I was (am) on the verge of cutting out of my life. She interrupted my petty diatribe to tell me about the train theory - or rather, the train carriage theory of personal relationships.Basically the people with normal

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-42613309395379031522011-03-24T00:45:00.003+11:002011-03-24T01:05:22.620+11:00

I see him every day. He stands so confidently in his own space, looking so strong, so capable, so handsome. My drive in to work wouldn't be the same without his winning grin and twinkle in his eye to see me off.In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you...cartoon guy on the sign at the local

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-15986191257118158582011-03-07T01:21:00.005+11:002011-03-10T07:18:38.097+11:00

1) Last week I became a Godmother and yet still no closer to being an ACTUAL mother (except do feel like Mother Mary sometimes with all my saint like qualities, ahem)... I mean didn't a man give birth a couple of years ago? I'm just sayin'...2) Had breakfast with bro, which is actually more of a momentous occasion than I've cared to explain here... and not in a good way either.3) New Team Leader

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-6052533892499795022011-02-23T18:19:00.004+11:002011-02-23T18:25:17.797+11:00

I spent 30 minutes hiding in the staff toilets because I was avoiding my boss.Yes, seriously.

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-23850066687211742172011-02-19T14:44:00.002+11:002011-02-19T15:10:39.629+11:00

I'm determined this year that I'm not going to let the stress of teaching affect all my moods all the time. Sounds piss easy, I hear you say but actually people like me find this quite difficult.I have two moods: On holiday mood = happy and relaxed. Working mood = grumpy bitch from hell.MVOR says that I give way too much of myself especially when it's apparent that the situation calls for me

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-91619954543762000232011-02-12T19:20:00.003+11:002011-02-12T19:38:03.764+11:00

There is a term for people in my situation.That is, souls who just can't figure out why they can't figure it out. Thus, to try to eleviate the status quo and find something worth blogging for (or living, I don't know) I'm... here I go... coming out of the closet.. I'm ..."in treatment".What I'm "in treatment" for hasn't been given a name. Am I depressed? Nuts? Weird? Psychotic? Too

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-77271818033719174942011-02-01T19:53:00.004+11:002011-02-01T20:10:49.920+11:00

This morning, on the first day back at the salt mine I was 45 minutes late.Yes, 45 minutes. It's very lucky indeed that it wasn't a teaching day, because I would have been, pardon my French: royally fucked (fucked royale?). As it was everyone was giving me that look when I finally wandered in.. you know, the "oops you fucked up BIG time sister" look. I know it well; I was raised on that look.

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-17768476499484204292011-01-29T19:16:00.002+11:002011-01-29T19:35:39.557+11:00

It's gotten to the stage where I've known my newest friends for 10 years.wow.... just wow.One such group of old chums of mine met for pre-dinner drinks at a rather self conscious venue in the city the other night and talk, turned to how we make our money - which is hilarious since none of us have any money! However, apparently two of us have share portfolios. SHARES! I could hardly believe it

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-73021087471596524562011-01-23T14:15:00.005+11:002011-01-24T00:45:58.083+11:00

I went to see that movie The Social Network the other day. I saw it with my friends, which is hilarious considering the basic premise of the movie is about a guy who invents the largest site about social connectedness but has no friends of his own.The thing I find so interesting about internet start-ups is that they are founded by very talented, young, computer hackers who prior to starting

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-73438420640536102332011-01-03T00:05:00.005+11:002011-01-03T01:05:48.836+11:00

Dear Americans,Why remake Death at a Funeral? Seriously, why?We know you have an aversion to subtitles and foreign films and need to remake them immediately before they sully your shores with their "foreignness", but Death at a Funeral isn't subtitled. In fact, they speak English... REAL English! Proper English!I don't get it. I didn't think the American version was funnier than the British

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-86736674232447012382010-12-12T23:55:00.004+11:002010-12-13T00:30:18.766+11:00

I'm having a difficult time trying to grasp my current work situation. I'm working with a new "manager" who pretty much does nothing but talks a good game in order to cover up. As a consequence she always comes up smelling like roses despite her shortcomings..The new manager has come in following a decision I made not to renew my managerial role with my team. Why did I do that? I was getting

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-60529031377204836792010-11-28T13:21:00.003+11:002010-11-28T13:46:06.024+11:00

It's the first time in about seven years that I've contemplated buying an umbrella. I've gotten used to not needing one, gotten used to the stability in the weather and the dryness in the air, gotten used to a belief that clouds do not equal rain and have become comfortable in the consistency of there being no rain. Lately it's been raining a lot and I'm always caught out. It always seems to

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-8185800657611295292010-11-23T17:41:00.002+11:002010-11-23T18:04:05.135+11:00

1) I started typing out my Musical Monday post last night2) then I fell asleep in front of the computer half way through3) then I had a DREAM that I finished the blog4) then I woke up and turned off the computer satisfied in my great blogging feats.5) NOW I've just logged in to find that clearly I have lost my mind. There was no blog. There was no Musical Monday.Perhaps my life is being

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-79929635655348378322010-11-21T00:48:00.005+11:002010-11-21T01:05:04.882+11:00

It's been three weekends now that I've been at home writing my reports. Three excruciatingly long weeks, that is. I feel like I've been through hell and back with these things. Honestly, how much blood can one get from a stone?Well I'm more than proud to say folks that after THREE WEEKENDS of doing nothing much but starting into a computer screen and countless weeknights of eating cereal for

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-68375577886306412622010-11-15T18:44:00.002+11:002010-11-15T18:46:44.039+11:00

I was talking to a friend recently.She is dealing with a hit and run.That is: a relationship broken via the route of complete silence. One minute you are together and the next he is living as part of the witness protection program somewhere completely unreachable.I know a lot of men who have done this - it must be in the DNA to pick up and disappear. Perhaps it's an Australian thing.. I don't

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-28082380192116425972010-11-10T22:44:00.006+11:002010-11-10T23:05:56.237+11:00

For the past three years at the school I've enjoyed a very nice relationship with the parent community. My name has been bandied around the local kindergartens as a 'great teacher' and people come to the school knowing who I am and/or wanting their child to be in my class. This is very flattering for someone who has the self esteem about the size of a kangaroo fetus and for the most part of her

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-21985110752266890172010-11-08T22:17:00.004+11:002010-11-08T22:34:12.015+11:00

Some songs don't have a story - they just are. They're on the playlist because they make you smile, or cry, or disappear... or because when you put on the headphones you're instantly transported some place better.Tonight, this song is my some place better.White Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes Musical Monday

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-19860687684057575192010-11-02T23:35:00.006+11:002010-11-02T23:51:37.090+11:00

So I got to wondering.Does anybody blog anymore?I miss writing.I miss turning an idea into something tangible like an entry.I miss reading other people's real thoughts written in real sentences (or pseudo-real if you're me), without @ being involved.I used to be good at doing this.Now? Now, not so good.It feels hard.I remember when CDs came along. Everyone was pretty excited about them but I

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-78208543786983056922010-01-21T20:14:00.004+11:002010-01-21T21:34:20.098+11:00

Through various technological methods of this superage (made up word) we're living in I've been made very aware of rather intimate but mundane details of my friend's lives that I was never privy to before. I know when they get up, when they do their washing, which baby has thrown up, what parties everyone goes to, what they are doing - like right now... It's sort of like watching Big Brother,

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-2611441419403699032009-12-24T14:43:00.003+11:002009-12-24T16:58:26.310+11:00

M is admiring her first tomato growing in her makeshift balcony garden.M is trying to figure out how she can find a better job.M is wondering what that mythical job might be.M has resolved to explore her power, and use it...whatever the fuck that means.M is confused about why so many women think that Tom Jones is hot.M is not moving from the couch any time soon.M is reading trashy books and

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-67262760382182269642009-12-13T19:59:00.004+11:002009-12-13T20:19:12.590+11:00

I have this friend who has been single for a good many years. No, it's not me - don't get me wrong, it could be - but it's not.Anyway, in the last few months, out of sheer desperation (she's at that age... you know, MY age), she's developed a list of "romantic" things she'd like to do with her boyfriend once he materialises. By the looks of the list she's got the first years of their

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-50302697193071615362009-11-23T18:41:00.005+11:002009-11-23T19:10:26.830+11:00

I had to yell at a grown man to do his job properly today.That's right... yell.It wasn't pretty.When women are incompetent (or just want to get out of doing stuff) they play the damsel in distress card and if you happen to be good looking it works a treat with male bosses everywhere. *Bat eyelids*, but I just don't know what to dooo? *Bat eyelids again - bit of a pout*. God knows what ugly

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-69072197622652479492009-11-22T20:41:00.003+11:002009-11-22T21:16:23.665+11:00

I don't think I trust people who don't like hollandaise sauce. It's like I also don't trust people who order decaf skinny lattes. Seriously, what a joke! Just drink water instead people. But back to hollandaise; it's a creamy, velvety sensation in your mouth, made out of two of the world's best things - eggs and butter. What's not to love?A while ago I tried to make hollandaise sauce at home

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-34899728953171568512009-10-31T10:54:00.000+11:002009-10-31T11:28:39.787+11:00

After 7 months of living here I’ve discovered a few liabilities.•You cannot leave late for work. If you leave late, you are stuck in the kind of traffic that allows a girl to do a whole face of makeup without having to move forward an inch. Not that I do my make up in the car or anything.. Well, not on days that I’m not running late, anyway.•Cops – there are lots of them around. I’ve go

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-12016531245469248252009-08-30T19:58:00.007+10:002009-08-31T06:17:27.322+10:00

So... I'm thinking of not teaching any more.I went into this job with high ideals that I haven't lost. Some of those ideals I understand are unreasonable. For instance, I understand that education is not exempt from the world of economics, even though I truly believe that money turns all good intentions bad. But that's not what I'm talking about. There are other ideals which are being

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-24966963954803738222009-06-22T22:57:00.004+10:002009-06-23T00:10:22.780+10:00

* I'm pretty much doubting the sincerity of 80% of my friendships.* I don't know whether I'm leadership material, and even if I am - I don't especially like it.* I've read enough about football culture in the last month to know that I never, ever want any child of mine to be a part of it.* It's unfair that the moment "they" announced they weren't closing schools down that had swine flu cases that

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-36595295727943198832009-06-01T23:14:00.005+10:002009-06-02T00:24:16.604+10:00

Soooooo in about 20 years generation x is going to inherit this world and all that belongs to it.I don't know any 30 somethings who can take control over their own lives let alone society as a whole. Hell, I don't even know any 30 somethings who don't still think they're 15. Quite frankly I don't see that changing all that much in 20 years. Seriously.Sometimes, in the middle of a work day I'll

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-19762541692844650212009-05-27T22:12:00.002+10:002009-05-27T22:54:37.918+10:00

* Is it wrong to wish for Swine Flu? Two local-ish schools have been closed down due to it recently and ... well, a girl can dream can't she? It may be wrong, but at least it's something to strive for.* Reports are due tomorrow... haven't started. I've taken procrastination to a whole new level this year. I was reading a book recently about the burn out that 30 somethings feel when it comes to

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-51635590057438166952009-04-14T21:13:00.003+10:002009-04-14T22:33:35.774+10:00

Since I've purchased my own little slice of land (or rather, no land - all house) I've been subject to the rather strange phenomena on behalf of my female friends of the 'husband lend out'. In all things domesticated I have been offered a slightly worn 30-something to 'fix it' for me. I certainly haven't asked for it, complained about the lack of it in my own life or even secretly wished for it

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-1478384967780498702009-03-13T01:40:00.003+11:002009-03-13T02:08:31.528+11:00

Rihanna.She's just one of the many, many thousands of women who stay with men who beat them. She's a tiny statistic and that bothers me. It bothers me that violence against women still exists in such huge levels in this day and age of so called post-feminism. It bothers me that women rarely press charges and it bothers me that we pretty much celebrate violence against women on the covers of

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-91283703835693710902009-03-05T00:53:00.003+11:002009-03-05T01:14:57.359+11:00

I feel like teaching is making me bitter and twisted.I'm finding myself judging people namely stay at home parents (mums - let's face it) who don't actually do anything with their children in an educational sense before they come to school. I realise running a household is a full time job, but shouldn't part of the criteria of that particular full time job be going through the alphabet with

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-56637960288326329452009-02-22T21:59:00.003+11:002009-02-22T22:12:41.078+11:00

chopped my hair offcurled it upbecame a leaderstill learning how to kick arsewent overseasto cities that never close downcame backbought a housecan't wait to make it into a home.2009 is all about me.finally!

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-47289761183494335892008-11-30T20:32:00.009+11:002008-12-01T00:51:20.356+11:00

I haven't done one of these in a while, an age, an era - whatever, but I happened across a song that made me put my nostalgia hat on.I'd forgotten about her. It's been a good many years since I stopped and listened. Maybe 5? I don't know. The years have started blurring into each other. I guess I'd forgotten about her in part, because she, at the time of listening to her, brought out a more

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-27208556122566258742008-11-22T17:23:00.005+11:002008-11-22T19:29:45.235+11:00

Dear Lady in the Next Cubicle,You: Humming the tune to jaws.Me: Listening to you, aghast that you are 1) humming in a public restroom 2) actually a GIRL, humming in a public restroom.Love,Surprised.Dear World,Everything at the moment points to me feeling sad, but it's just so much easier to just take it out on everyone else and be angry.Forgive me, but you give the fucking shits.Love,Angry

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-64858291555128772942008-11-16T21:56:00.004+11:002008-11-16T22:38:39.840+11:00

I'm constantly amazed by the amount of people in "high places" that just DO. NOT. GET. IT.A great example is the Education Department in Vic. Latest on the ever-increasing pile of crap that will eventually lead all teachers running from the profession is the banning of sugar from Victorian Schools. Now I don't actually have a problem with banning sugar from Victorian Schools. Whatever, good

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-19795370068116296072008-11-02T13:26:00.003+11:002008-11-02T13:53:45.221+11:00

In the US they have this day called Halloween, where normal girls dress like sluts and parade about drinking their body weight in alcohol. In Australia we call this very same phenomenon The Melbourne Spring Racing Carnival.It lasts for 4 weeks.I just thought I'd point that out because I lost count of the unmentionables I caught sight of yesterday while having breakfast in Flemington (Flemmo). I

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-49787735969527229972008-10-28T00:00:00.009+11:002008-10-28T20:02:52.929+11:00

Hi there everyone! It's me, Bret Michaels from legendary bandanna sporting, crotch grabbing, eyeliner wearing hair band of the 80s: Poison. Remember us? We wrote such classics as Every Rose has its Thorn and erm... well I'll get back to you with the other ground breaking hits in a few hours, after I sober up. Now I'm singing country music down in Las Vegas. Go me. I'm like the Bob Dylan of

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-19936284090857913342008-10-10T23:39:00.005+11:002008-10-11T00:30:47.453+11:00

* Whenever I come back from holidays I look magnificent. I'm rested. I'm manicured and I'm stress free. Give me three days and I'm back to being an old hag with chipped nails and crazy eyes. What is it about work that just does your head in? I mean why can't we all just have jobs where you get to work, swan around, drink your coffee and then spend the rest of the day on facebook/blogger/

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-49704518273425966852008-10-01T23:54:00.010+10:002008-10-04T17:35:07.812+10:00

I have a sinking feeling that "the 90s" is coming back - and not the good part Brit pop indie bit either. I'm getting a vision of fluro-hypercolour board shorts teemed with ankle boot sneakers, short orange jackets with shoulder pads worn over tiny vests.... lots and lots of floral patterned vests...everywhere. That's right - I'm talking Vanilla Ice 90s.Undeniable Evidence:* Three years ago C+C

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16187989483280210008noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917160.post-70401044632838126442008-09-11T15:19:00.007+10:002008-09-11T20:39:53.000+10:00

Yesterday in an effort to navigate the old key in the lock while simultaneously holding a rather too full handbag, a basket full of heavy folders and ....my lunch (why humans don't have three arms is beyond me. Obviously we need them!). I found myself in staring in full horror as my lovely external hard drive went from balancing rather perilously atop of my handbag to floating through the air

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Is Feminism Dead?It's a question that gets asked every so often, usually on a slow news day, or when a problem comes up that no one has the answer to (I know, let's blame feminism!) or when someone releases a new book on the subject. It's the question that was asked in today's Weekend Australian and the subject debated at tonight's forum From Friedan to Feministas - as part of the Melbourne

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Go on, humour me and answer my pathetic little questions. I dare ya.Copy and paste q into comment box then answer. I'm dying to know!Do you listen to talk back radio? How often? Who's your favourite announcer?I don't actually. I tend to listen to radio shows that have topics though. Though I hate the music on Nova, I listen to them of a morning because they talk a lot. Hell the other day

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confessions:* At the school I am the teacher that tells all the parents when their child is going to receive a certificate at assembly even though it is school policy not to tell parents about the honour. So sue me.* Olympics schmamimpics. I couldn't give a fuck.* ....However, are we (the rest of the world) united in our unified hatred of the US team? yes? Good - just checking.* I'm being

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bro - Def Leopard is better than Led Zeppelin.me: What the fuck? Are you shitting me?bro - I am being completely serious. Def Leopard is a better band any day.me: You are seriously on drugs. That is the most fucked up think you've ever said. "Pour some Sugar on Me" Versus "Dazed and Confused". ummmm... no contest.bro - no. They're just better. End of fucking story.me: YOU ARE A BOGAN!

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Oh dear, so it seems that even the Reality Tele Gods could not save Big Brother Oz and the show has been axed! God knows what I'm going to do to occupy my time for three months out of every year from now on. Perhaps I will have to get a life or something. In its heyday it was an excellent show. Well, I loved it anyway. In recent years even *I* have to admit that the show has been rather

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* Why do people hate people with red hair so much? I'm afraid that reddy boys get the worst end of the stick for some reason. Every single preggo chick I've known has at some point expressed a wish for it 'not to be a ranga'. I've even heard 'shall drown it if it is' (which made me laugh, sorry). I don't really see what all the fuss is about as I am a card carrying member of the Eric Stolz

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I don't quite know how to put this so I'm just going to come right out and pose a "hypothetical" and follow on with a questionaire...So you've been going out with your girlfriend/boyfriend for a while now. You consider yourselves in an adult relationship - ie: involving sex and commitment. Is anal sex a reasonable expectation?1) yes, because EVERYONE is doing it.2) yes, if you don't do it

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The 'officially old' birthdays are coming strong and fast now. I've celebrated (and commiserated with) quite a few in the last month. It's meant that I've had to come out of my otherwise rather comfortable hibernation and socialise with people again. I have to be honest and say that I'm finding it really hard to do this. Hiding away has been like a little blanket keeping me warm in an

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So the time has come for me to pick a new laptop for work. I'm up against two choices and I am smack bang in the middle about which to choose. I begged the department sent me the specifications for the Thinkpad but they said the Mac specs were not available yet so I'm assuming that the Apple site is giving me the correct info.The problem is - I read the specifications and it's like reading code

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I've watched the show on and off for the last few weeks and it's not bad. Basically How to Look Good Naked takes a new woman every episode who hates her own body (with a gut wrenching passion) and shows her how to love it, just as it is - perhaps with a little bit of frosting by way of a better bra/hair do but essentially without an extreme makeover. Pretty good idea, huh?*There are so many

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A couple of months ago when I wrote a post about the (lack of) visibility of the penis in contemporary mainstream cinema I never thought that it would be so soon between drinks (so to speak) and I could again be subjected to the same enjoyable spectacle. Yes folks, penis spotting is alive an well in the Sex and the City movie currently doing the rounds at the cinemas.Funnily enough it wasn't

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Ahh BB. I am writing reports which actually means that I'm procrastinating by watching tonnes of BB and poking around on the forums. This last week has seen Travis being bullied by the boys to the point of hospitalisation and Bianca being pressured by the girls to get a breast reduction. The whole thing reminds me of that Seinfeld episode where Elaine just can't believe how barbaric it is for

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I was reading through some of my old handwritten diaries and came across my first mention of cyberspace. It went something like this:I'm finally on the internet and chatting to ppl [sic]. It's great to find other people as apathetic about life as I am.Seriously.Reading back over your old diaries is always a painful experience in some form or another. The online diary is a much more sanitised

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Don't you just hate it when you're googling something and you don't get what you are looking for? You may, for instance, end up at a page written by a slightly disgruntled teacher with an axe to grind about dumb things that no one else cares about. That would be a let down if you were say looking for pictures of penises. I can just see the hunched shoulders and collective sigh of my pensis

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*You know, I don't buy all this "we control the computers" crap. Every time I go look for a file I feel like I'm looking for the sock that went missing in the wash. I know I save stuff, it's just that it's never there when I go look for it. Many years of dealing with fax machines that endlessly beep and never actually send and photocopiers that always jam when I come near them and computers

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* Working too hard - begrudgingly.* Planning a trip OS.* Bought self outrageously priced piece of self indulgent jewelery. No regrets.* Bored with ...most things.* Not sleeping very well.* Watching too much crap reality tele.* Wondering what is going on with all those people on the BB forums who hate Dixie just because she's not a size 6? Shouldn't we instead be hating on the people who hate

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Something interesting is happening in the Big Brother house (yes of COURSE it's interesting!) - the boys have all gotten together and created the "Spa Mafia" - a men's group based on bitching about others, getting away from the girls and being a "real bloke", (whatever the fuck that means). The thing is, though the group is a "men's group" it has a notable absence:TravisFor those not watching

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My television watching hours have gone from 1 hour a week (ANTM) to about a bazillion hours a week with the return of what I've heard being called "the biggest load of crap to ever be on tele". Yes folks BIG BROTHER is BACK!Bring it on!Yes, there are a few changes this year, but let's face it - how much can they really change in a show like this? So they've made the house mates sleep outside

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* Today I was doing a writing activity with a few children in my grade. We were looking at a photo of a girl with her dog and using that as a jumping off point to discuss pets. One boy in the group said that he wasn't allowed to have a dog. I asked why and he said that his grandpa said no to the whole thing "because dogs don't live as long as humans". I thought it was a beautiful example of

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There isn't a lot of full frontal male nudity around in mainstream movies is there?The point was hammered home yesterday when I went to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall at the cinema. Yes, yes fine I realise it's not exactly high quality cinema but then again I don't have a stick up my arse about only watching movies that win at Sundance. Anyway, within the first 20 minutes or so there is a rather

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I was going to write a zillion word rant but I'll keep it short and simple.My team leader talks a lot but doesn't actually know very much - she's good at organising meetings but not actually contributing. I think that if you're a team leader then you should know the most, work the hardest and pick up the slack. That's what you get paid for, after all.Today out of 7 hours of planning our team

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My friend B lives in a old Jade coloured farmhouse in a large-ish town in Northern Victoria. It's a grand old home sporting a patched tin roof with a sharp rusted peak and an imposing chimney rising up from the back. The dry patch of front garden is carefully framed by fragrant flowers in various blushes of red and littered with brightly coloured children's play things. She's standing on her

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I remember when I turned 18 and it was very cool to suddenly be able to drink (like, legally!) I was also rather stoked at being able to vote. I know, I'm a dork like that but I was really looking forward to finally being able to have my say!When I turned 21 I was pretty excited. I got that key thingy. I still have no idea what the key means but hey, I think it was something about all doors

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Why do street revelers always look so carefree? Is it the alcohol?Knowing something about someone without them knowing you know the thing you know is pure agony. A lesson in how to feel the effects of a relationship shifting without push or pull.Does anyone else ever look at their friends and wonder whether they have anything in common anymore and if not, then what am I doing here?At first

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(I just realised this is my 500th post - probably should have prepared something more poignant oh well)By the time this band hit the scene the music industry was in the middle of a change. Grunge was dying a slow death and pop was coming back in a big way. In terms of Weezer, people started calling it geek rock, which I supposed was a reference to their attire but apart from that, there wasn't

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When I heard about Thomas Beatie, the transgendered man who is now pregnant, I didn't really even bat an eyelid. Well, maybe one eyelid..but it was only for a second. I probably have more of a problem with the traditional nuclear family than I do with gays, straights, transgendered people or even men giving birth. Why? Well, I figure that if you're about to go through hell or high water like

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I love Easter, mostly because it's the celebration of our great lord chocolate. I also like that everyone is forced to adhere to the stringent guidelines of TWO, yes count them TWO holidays away from the shops and most people are so drugged out from consuming vast amounts of our lord God that the mood tends to be calm, rather than tcstressed and frenzied. I much prefer it to Christmas (the

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If there any any of you still reading this...Since you guys never play along on your blogs, and since not even the big man himself is playing along lately then I'm going to ask YOU to give me ONE song that YOU love. For those of you playing at home, I'll make the songs into a CD and play it in my car on the way to work (that's a high honour).

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Stuff I'm just loving right now.Innovative Internets:Wainy Days(That link takes you straight to the site mydamnchannel which has all the episodes - is better quality than below - YouTube version)This is a new internet channel show (actually it's been around for a while) created by the masterful and hilarious David Wain (whom I am going to go on record right now as LOVING and wanting to have his

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Finally. FINALLY a politician has come out and said what needed to be said re: education. It's so simple and full of common sense that I'm surprised it isn't said more often, or quite frankly done more often.Barak Obama would have my vote (if it counted), based only on this speech, if nothing else. Surely a man who is so practical in this area must be practical in other areas too.Here's the

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Dear Ikea shopper,You are a big wanker. Wanker, Wanker, Wanker, Wanker, WANKER, WANKER, WANKER! ARGH!!You've got your crappy do-it-yourself bed now MOVE ALONG CHUMP! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!!!No, you DON'T have to double check every single FUCKING package at the checkout! Just don't! DON'T! You don't say to the checkout lady "hm, I think I might have 8 items" when in fact she scanned 7

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me: J if you keep kissing the girls you're going to make them cry!J: *grinning*me: no, I'm serious. You're not allowed to do this anymore or I'm going to make you marry the very next girl you kiss and you're going to have to go straight out to get a job so you can support her.J: *looking a little worried*.The thing is I've got this little Don Juan in my grade. He's all of 5 and has all the

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I've been reading Sasha Cagen's new book "To-do List", which is an interesting exploration of why people make lists and for what purpose they do so. The way I think about things is often in a chaotic way. I am not am ordered person by any stretch of the imagination - I constantly flirt from one thought to another often without regard to whomever is listening (yes, I do it when talking/writing

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The other day I serendipitously found a discarded DVD from unknown origins on the street, which I immediately popped into my player and discovered it was that new gangland inspired Aussie mini-series (my story and I'm sticking to it). You see, due to the fact that all this mafia malarky happened not that far from where I'm sitting right now and is still being trialled in this fair city us

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Being a non-babied up person living in a world where it seems like everyone has spawned has afforded me the opportunity to observe things without being too emotionally involved. I have my pet peeves with how mums and dads behave just like I have my pet peeves by how ordinary everyday people behave. In fact, one might argue that I have a lot of pet peeves. Oh well, I'm peevey - you really got a

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me - Hey, how was your first assembly yesterday kids?kid - it was good, you know we sang that song: Australians all in Ostriches. It was funny.me - ...you mean Australians all let us rejoice...?kid - um...maybe.(I guess we need to go through that national anthem thingy).frowny kid - why do you always smile?me - hm?frowny kid - well you're always smiling. I don't always feel like smiling so I

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Settling back into classroom teaching has been difficult. Getting through a day in a classroom is much easier than getting through a day in the AR but teaching the preps is just out of this world: hard. Most of them don't know their letters, or sounds or even how to write their names properly (ie; not backwards). Can you imagine how inundated I am by requests for help whenever we do ANY

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Working in a school I know that "sorry" is a word that is of paramount importance. One encounters it on a daily basis, an hourly basis even. It's apparent to me and has always been, that only the truly arrogant do not see the point in saying sorry. It's the same children that can't give a sincere apology that find it hardest to not only make friends, but more importantly keep friends. It's

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Being back at school means I'm busier than I've been in many months. I realise now that although the art role was probably one of the hardest things I've ever done - and rewarding beyond belief - this role, teaching these first year students is all encompassing and means not one moment to myself. I'd forgotten how much of yourself you lose when you're a teacher. From wake - almost all the way

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A few months ago I saw the Tarantino movie Death Proof and it got me thinking. For the record, I am a fan of his work - mostly for his brilliant use of quick dialogue but also for the blur that exists in his depicting a concrete era. I like the fact that Pulp Fiction is 50s influenced however also very much a contemporary look at the culture at the time. It's like all of his work, not quite

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I'm having this little issue with a co-worker of mine. Recently she's taken over a team leader position in my area of teaching. Within this team she is the most experienced teacher, however she is not the most experienced in terms of having taught at this level before. There are two other teachers who are more experienced in teaching this grade than her and one of those teachers is me. This

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MemeMs Diane tagged me and it was an interesting meme which I am going to ignore the rules of. And you know... I don't really tag people so if you like the meme then do it, if not then don't.Archive Meme Instructions: Go back through your archives and post the links to your five (err...or more in my case) favorite blog posts that you’ve written. … but there is a catch: Link 1 must be about

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Me: So what are you hoping to learn about at school?kid - lunch!Um..no.random teacher: hey, so how's it going?me: I'm on my 10th cuprandom teacher: whoa, okay - not too good then I take it.Um...true.me: When you have rules at home and you don't follow those rules what happens?loudmouth #1: Um..well...um... you know...sometimes...um(thinking; t, t, t, today junior!)...um sometimes when you're bad

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Lately, and by lately I mean the past 10 years, there has been a bit of a backlash against Nirvana's Nervermind. When Triple J first started their infamous hottest 100 countdown it was an "of all time" countdown. Love will tear us apart - Joy Division was at #1 two years running - and understandably so. The song is nothing short of masterful. In 1991 - two things of consequence happened:1 -

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Australia day was served up to me this morning via a smallish flag atop a lovely dish of breakfast in North Melbourne as the sun beat down from the bluest sky. My post today is actually one that was from the old blog. I wrote it a few years ago but haven't posted it here and it's one of my favourite posts I've written about Australia day.You might not get all the references and you know what?

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I awoke this morning to a text message from ex art teacher (who is coming back to do art this year) asking me whether I was coming in to school this week because if so we could meet and do a quick handover of the art program/key/info. I almost went into hyperventilation mode while reading it. No, I'm not quite ready to be so formal yet. Sure, I actually went into school for two very long, hard

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Dear Corey,How can I put this?You make me want to tear out my womb and feed it to the German Shepherds who live down the road.love, Sick of the Yellow Sunglasses from Supre.Dear Babied up people of the world,Do not ring your spinster friend and then spend that time on the phone talking to your child instead. Spinster friend has got a shitlist.It's getting longer.LoveSpinster Friend.Dear Creators

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Miss Nat tagged me and so...I'm gonna...7 things I may (but hopefully not) have written in this journal before.1) I'm big on gag reels. I'm always hopeful that one of the DVD extras of any film I watch has a gag reel. If it does then usually I'm too impatient to even watch the film first. In fact, while watching I'm usually thinking about the gag reel all the way through! I especially like

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A friend of mine recently met a man online through a popular dating website. She's very thrilled with him and indeed from what I hear so far he sounds like a really good person. Yay, for good people! High Five!Anyway, since I am a ball breaker from way back I was asking my friend every question under the sun about their relationship and it soon came out that though they had been dating for a

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The first thing you see is blue on blue. A cloudless sky resting atop a line of deep indigo on the horizon. The sun is already burning a red line across your bare skin; where you couldn't quite reach to put the sunscreen properly. A thin film of sweat collects at the nape of your neck. You breathe in the waves and swat at the flies before making your way down the hill to the sand. Do you

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I'm not even going to apologise for watching Oprah, but it IS the holidays folks. I've been an Oprah hater for many years, and so of course I watch her when I have the chance. Yes, I am a healthy and well adjusted person! Thanks for asking. Incidentally I'm under the impression that even O has pretty much just given up on the schmultzy TV she's producing. She's not even polite to people who

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Come. Let us pray to the Holy Trinity of Elvis.O Blessed Face of my kind Savior, Elvis Presley, by the tender love (or Love Me Tender) and piercing sorrow of Elvis Costello as he beheld You in Your cruel Passion (of really snazzy suit jackets which he then emulated beautifully albeit in a rockabilly style), grant us to share in this intense rock and roll so as to fulfill the holy will of the

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Man #1: Funny thing about women. If you don't make big a pitch for them they get mad. If you do...they get mad. How can you win?Man #2: You can't - they're not playing for the same stakes.Where the Boys Are (1960).I was watching this old 1960s classic about women, men sex and Fort Lauderdale during Spring Break. While the women grapple with whether they should or shouldn't..go all the way.

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I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a kind of relief wash over me when the last second ticked 2007 off my radar and shot me head first into 2008. Bring on the lucky year - and for all intents and purposes I am now Chinese if it means being more open to some number 8 luck. I think my current mental state really needs a shift, and if that'll do it then that'll have to do it. I think the luck

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