Monday, March 28, 2011

Registered Readers Only

Apparently we are all being monitored. According to the gods of propaganda our IP address, real life address, credit card number, age and genital size can be listed by the government, foreigners and tech savvy pedophiles at the drop of a hat. These 'big brothers' aren't putting their knowledge to very good use- if everyone knows everything about me then why do I have to continually register to vote, drive, work, not work and why do I have to give someone my credit card number every time I win a million dollars on the internet?!? Next time I have to fill in a registration form, I'm just going to write "Google that shit!"; or maybe if they seem like the type to go for the underdog, "Bing that shit!"

That being said, there is one situation in which it is beneficial to register. Gift time! Unfortunately, I have never been eligible to do this as apparently "It's my birthday" or "I'd like some presents for being nice" aren't good enough reasons to. I think that they are better than "I'm getting married" or "My uterus is full" but society seems to disagree.

Really, I deserve to register for gifts. Believe me when I say that I have paid my bad gift dues. I once received a second hand tennis trophy with my name scratched into the plaque from my brother. He knows knows full well that I'm not good at any sport- particularly tennis. Rub salt in the wound asshole. My eco friendly Mother gave me a jumper made from recycled beach towels. 'nuff said*. I wore it once because we were having spaghetti bolognese for dinner and I wanted to stain it. Success.

These presents were slightly off centre but I could tell that they came from the right place. I'm sure my brother was trying to show me a world where I was good at sports and at least the jumper didn't destroy the Earth. Often in gifts you can see that somebodies heart is in the right place but this next gift- my all time favourite- shocked me to my core. My boss must think that I am a twelve-year-old Dwight Schrute (Yes I watch the American office; the humour is easier and it has a happy ending- deal with it) because for christmas last year she gave me a five headed, hand painted, hand glittered dragon. I shit you not.

It is my birthday soon. I expect gifts. If you can't think of any good ones; just google that shit.


*It was very thoughtful Mum. Thank you.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

To Mock A Bird Killing

I work at a market. In a tacky hand-painted glass stall. I have to get up at 6 am on Sunday. It is done only because I am poor. I'll be honest with you; the less-than-amazing pay, the babysitting* and the really long days suck but some of the weirdos that I meet through this crazy place make the whole thing worthwhile (that and $150 cash). After all, it's nice to have a little chortle at the oddities of others. Really really glaring oddities that keep you on the chortle all week. This is my favourite:

We sell one piece in the entire stall that is not glass. It is a pair of metal foul. One rooster and one duck. They scream class. One day a lady came up to me, presumedly to ask me about prices or how the materials are made; often people become blind to price tags if they don't really like them. Sometimes they decide to become blind to me incase I should try to push them into a sale. This must appear to be a very likely possibility given my obvious enthusiasm and sales hungry choice of career. I used to use a much more friendly approach to customers and ask about how their days were progressing but I would more often than not get a response that indicated that I had threatened to kill them with a spoon rather than ask about their day. I digress.

Instead of asking about pricing (or about my day, the bitch) this woman proceeds to tell me a story. Pointing to the aluminium friends of a feather she informs me that she used to have a best friend who was a rooster. Insert long and strange pause here. "But then I killed him''. I didn't really know what to say so I stuttered out "That's no good". The conversation continued:
Strange Rooster Killer "Of course it's not! I was very cross with him, so I locked him in the shed. It was very hot, but I was so cross that I left him there. I left him in there the whole day because I was so cross. He suffocated in the heat." She then left.

I couldn't really tell if she killed him on purpose but I knew she felt the matter was quite serious. It will always be a mystery what foul thing the bird did to make her so angry. Maybe he made a comment about her age; after all, she was no spring chicken.


*read: looking after my bosses incredibly spoilt and unlikable child- much like her mother- for free

Friday, March 18, 2011

The Seven Deadly Sins

I saw a television program the other day where a man said that he thought the seven deadly sins had become irrelevant to our society. I decided to, in my infinite wisdom, prove the bugger wrong. Following; I have written 7 (very very short) poems to illustrate the very real prevalence of these sins in our society. They are all very serious and should be taken as such.


Always Greener

My neighbour bought a swimming pool,

So I bought a swing.

My neighbour talks quite frequently,

So I learnt to sing.

My neighbour bought a little dog;

I bought a Great Dane.

My neighbour planted fields of wheat;

I learnt to process grain.

My neighbour bought a second dog,

So I had a second child.

My neighbour got a cold one day,

So I up and died.


The Gluttonous Goldfish

The goldfish Graham sat

At the bottom of his tank.

He’d eaten so much yesterday

To the bottom he had sank.

His lovely owner Isabelle

Fed him every day

She wanted him to dance for her

She wanted him to play

But all he did was lie around

And wait till he was fed

So she gave him all the supplements

That popped into her head.

One day she gave him caffeine

And eighteen little sweets

He ate them all with gusto.

She then gave him cured meats.

After he had finished,

He felt his tummy burst

And as he died, he gurgled

“I’d have danced for liverwurst”


The Wrath of Randy

Randy was a robot.

He was programmed to be cross.

His mantra, announced daily

Was “RAN.DY. IS. THE. BOSS.*”

He had no formed religion

He never understood

Why people would not serve him

Because he thought they should.

He saw them care for trees

He frowned a metal frown

Then Randy got quite angry

And burnt the trees all down.

He saw them feed their animals

And some big, fat, greedy fish

So he planned to kill them too,

Then he could get his wish.

For people to serve him,

He’d have to kill each one

So he’d find them in the water…

And have a little fun.

Randy was a robot,

In the water, he jumped in.

He forgot he would short circuit

Showing; robots should not sin.


Buzz

Penny lay about all day,

She longed to sleep;

But not to play.

She went to lie beneath a tree,

And went to sleep

From ten till three.

She woke to see a small black fly.

This fly he flew,

He flew so high.

As he flew down,

She sat up

And watched him on a

Buttercup.

A breeze then blew.

The fly flew south.

And popped into

Her open mouth.


Inventory

The lunches cost five thousand.

The suits then cost 3 more.

The ceiling was repainted;

We reorganised the floor.

The finance manager makes

Ten thousand every week,

But if you count embezzlement,

I beat the little geek.

The lunches cost twelve hundred.

I stole my boss’s suits.

My cousin did the ceiling;

I paid him in beetroots.

The lawyer came to meet today,

She has a stunning fee.

She better get me off this charge,

It better be tax free.


On the Table

Petra was wheeled quickly

To the operating room.

In the lobby waited anxiously

Her soon-to-be bridegroom.

The scalpel cut her open.

Then she was stitched back up.

She was wheeled back to her bed,

To eat a jelly cup.

Her bandages were set

To come off in a month

To show her face in public

Would be quite truly uneath.**

Eventually in time,

The bandages were stripped

And out from underneath came her

New nose, pointy tipped.



The Birds & the Bees

The bird and the bee

Sat up in the tree

And peered in each other’s eyes

Said the bird to the bee

“Well darling, really;

I thought you’d be more into flies.”

Said the bee to the bird,

“My love, have you heard

That flies do not have your brains

I was really more worried

That you would have flurried

For my house floods each time it rains.”

The bird was so flattered.

Her fears had been shattered.

The bee seemed to love her back.

The bee continued,

“My love, I need you.

That, and you’ve got a great rack.”



*Said in robot voice

**Month rhymes with uneath (a very obscure and now archaic word meaning 'difficult' or 'not easily (borne, or done)'


The poem ‘Buzz’ refers to sloth, 'Always Greener' to jealousy, ‘The Gluttonous Goldfish’ to gluttony, ‘Inventory’ to greed, ‘The Wrath of Randy’ to wrath, ‘On the Table’ to vanity and ‘The Birds & the Bees’ to lust.



So there you have it kids. The seven sins really are deadly!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Just Three Things

“You’re stranded on a desert island and you can have three things/people with you… Shoot.” The ultimate hypothetical; one that I’m sure I have been asked upwards of a million times and my answer is always the same:

1. My dog. 2. Rob Lowe 3. A water slide. Now here I am, in reality, financially stranded on this beautiful island we call Australia; which coincidentally happens to be approximately 80% desert. I am living the hypothetical (well the beginning anyway).

If asked at this point what three things/people I would want with me, my answer would have to change: I already have my dog; Australia has multiple water slides, and I somehow doubt that Rob Lowe would ever choose to live in Canberra, let alone in my dodgy little house. So here are three (new and improved) thoughts on what three things/people Australia really needs.

  1. Boris Yeltsin (pre-death of course). It has recently become apparent that the days of political passion that Keating and Whitlam brought to politics are long gone. ‘Middle ground’ has now become the only ground covered by our “leaders”. This is OK*. Australia, for the moment, is stable on all fronts; but if we can’t have passion we at least deserve a bit of personality, a bit of a dancing and a bit of alcoholism in our parliament.
  1. A Giant Record Player. So far all of Australia’s ‘big things’ have been fairly lame or fairly ocker. I, for one, would not go out of my way to go and see a ‘big potato’ that really looks more like fecal matter. A giant record player would be a great investment from a tourism standpoint, it would make use of part of that 80% of our country that is desert and would provide fabulous entertainment were it functional. If it were solar powered - thus self-sufficient - it could also be an engineering feat that forever changed the Australian identity from “Put another shrimp on the barbee, mate” to “I could build a self sufficient barbeque to put that prawn on, mate.”
  2. Rob Lowe. It’s worth a shot.

*Not really.

Definitions

I don’t eat meat- mostly because for a short period of time I got excited about the whole vegetarian thing and stopped. I then, loving my new wanky persona, immediately decided to tell all my friends and family about my new ‘enviro/animal/earth population friendly’ endeavour- ensuring that I could never again bite in to the glorious bundle of hoof and fat that is salami. Awesome.

In my time of not eating meat, I have met with a few definitions of ‘vegetarianism’- My uncles offer me chicken and fish on a regular basis, I’ve had a friend looking appalled at my putting milk in tea and been told by my father that mince didn’t really count as meat: it is, apparently, a bi-product. To avoid further kafuffles, surrounding my eating habits and other irrelevant junk, I have put together a ‘Definictionary’.

Vegetarians

Vegans

Difference

Don’t eat any animals of any kind. They can, however, eat anything animals make without having to die- apart from their babies.

Eat no animal product. Whatsoever. Not even spinach and ricotta triangles.

Vegans are slightly more irritating than vegetarians but both are pretty unbearably pretentious.

Man speaking on Bluetooth earpiece

Local Schizophrenic

Difference

Appears to be speaking to them self. Slightly off-putting. Probably has a lot to offer the world.

Appears to be speaking to them self. Slightly off-putting. Probably has a lot to offer the world.

The one not speaking about the size of their penis has schizophrenia.

ABC

SBS

Difference

Australian television channel. Loves all things British. Viewer can feel well educated while watching stupid things. Fairly awesome to be honest.

Australian television channel. Loves all things foreign or bizarre. Viewer can feel a whole bunch of crazy emotions while watching programmed things. Fairly awesome to be honest.

I never had sleepovers in the eighth grade where we would watch seedy documentaries about sex dolls on the ABC.

Mac

PC

Difference

Computer. Is white with an apple on it.

Computer. Has solitaire.

Much like Vegan/Vegetarianism anybody belonging to a particular camp is a wanker. Mac users more so.

I’m a vegetarian Mac user. How awkward.