Wednesday, November 02, 2005

I'm Cranky & Men Suck.

I miss having my own domain. My previous one expired earlier this week and as a result, goDaddy has been emailing me constantly: "Your domain's expiring." "Your domain is about to expire." "Did you know your domain is going to expire?" And so on. Makes me all nostalgic. While I really dig blogger (and I do), it badly needs the whole Categories thing. I like to categorize my posts but I can't currently because it's not yet implemented. Sigh.

In other (worse) news, I was going through some of my archives before I left the US, and to my shock, horror and unhappiness, I am missing January-March archives. Not all of March, mind you, but some of it. I cannot, for the life of me, think what happened to them or where they would even be. As far as I recalled, they were exported to one long ass file from Moveable Type when I used it, and now I don't know where those particular months are. I have all the other months, just not those ones, and I'm upset by that. That's a big chunk of my life missing now. That was my move from the US to Canada, my first meeting with D, my first everything (er, almost) with him, and all my feelings and thoughts regarding him and the breakup of my previous relationship. I WANT THAT BACK!

And I'm still not having a good day, which has carried over from yesterday. I hate my life; it seems no matter what I do or say, or TRY and do, it's not good enough and I can't please everyone, including myself. I try and help D be happier here, but he's remaining on this tightrope of negativity which is frustrating me to the point beyond tears; and, quite frankly, I am sick and bloody tired of cleaning up after TWO guys. But if I don't do it, then D will and he shouldn't have to after he comes home from work of an afternoon. I'm nobody's mother (yet) so I shouldn't HAVE to ask for things to get done - things should just automatically GET DONE. People have eyes! But no... the computer is just alot more interesting and FUN than doing actual housework. And I don't ask for much! I really don't... All I'd like is that the dishes be done by someone OTHER THAN ME after I've cooked; or I'd like someone else to cook once in awhile without being asked, or to take out the trash because I'm not doing that. Ugh. There's just too much to bitch about today. I'm going to stand in the rain.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

A Little Bit of This, A Little Bit of That

I slept badly last night, unfortunately. It's something that seems to happen whenever D and I have a little bit of a ... tiff. So, I'm not really having an especially good day so far, even though it's really very early.

And it's Melbourne Cup Day, which means horse racing and fancy hats. And D informs me the other night that his whole company (except the I.T dept where he works) is going down to the pub today to watch the races, eat, drink and be merry. But no, not the I.T dept who have to stay at work because they're contracted. He's not happy about it. I'm not happy about it. I think it's utter codswallop, but what the hell do I know?

The past weekend we had a great time, D and I. We hit Brisbane on Sunday for the Riverside Markets (pictures on FlickR) and then wandered around the gardens, taking pictures, eating lunch and generally having a very relaxing and wonderful time. I was impressed my feet didn't swell to the size of clown feet.

We had another bug incident last night. (Honestly I'm wondering if I should make a new blog called Bug Incidents and just chronicle all of the issues I'm having) Yesterday afternoon, D and I were sitting out the back chatting, and my brother comes out to join us - suddenly he looks up at the shade cloth covering the patio and says, "What's that?" and pointing a rather odd looking flying bug. It kind of looked like a dragonfly crossed with a wasp - and because this is Australia, rural Australia at that, you just bloody well question every bug you see. As D pointed out the other evening: Even pigeons in Australia are deadly...by proxy. (It's probably true)

Anyway, so we went back inside to have dinner and watch Supernanny and a little bit of Millionaire, and then I decided I was going to go back outside for abit. Well I turned on the back patio light, and there was the flying waspy-dragon thing... but with lots more legs, and in a really weird position. I hollered for my brother, of course, and he came out...all the way outside to take a look at the bug in question. Turns out that the bug had been "gotten" by a baby huntsman and was in the process of being eaten. Observe:


Dinner Time

Fantastic picture, isn't it? We were fascinated by this thing, though last night we could not see it as clearly as in the photo. It probably helped that my brother had his high beamed flashlight/phone gadget aimed right on the spider...and that D and I took many shots with the flash going off constantly. Poor Charlotte - she's probably quite blind by now.

I checked periodically throughout the night to see if they were still there.. the last time I saw them before I went to bed, the waspy-dragon-thing was practically all gone and Charlotte was quite fat. But it was very interesting to see, and while I'm all for the food-chain, I'm now wondering when Charlotte's going to sign away her life by entering my home.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

It's Saturday Night

...And I'm home, with 2 guys (one playing WoW, the other playing Quake 4) and I'm blog surfing. So for those of you who frequent my blog, you'll notice I've updated my blogroll. I've removed a couple of people, and added a whole bunch. A WHOLE BUNCH.

But anyway... I nicked the following from Five Dollar Shake because I thought it was cool.

1. Name someone with the same birthday as you.

Brandon Lee.

2. Where was your first kiss?
In my cousins rumpus room - on the cheek. (I was 8)

3. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property?
I have.

4. Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex?
I have.

5. Have you ever sang in front of a large number of people?
I haven't.

6. What's the first thing you notice about the preferred sex?
Height.

7. What really turns you on?

My imagination.

8. What do you order at Starbucks?
I don't.

9. What is your biggest mistake?
Not speaking up when I should have.

10. Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?
Oh yes.

11. Say something totally random about yourself.
I fart.

12. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
Yeah some moogles I knew when I was younger used to say I looked like Valerie off 90210. Ew.

13. Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?
Oh not likely... Unless Simpsons is?

14. Did you have braces?
I did!

15. Are you comfortable with your height?
I am now, though I never used to be.

16. What is the most romantic thing someone of the opposite sex has done for you?
Ran a bath for me, and put scented bath salts in the water.

17. When do you know it's love?
When you don't want to run away screaming.

18. Do you speak any other languages?
I can barely speak english, so no.

19. Have you ever been to a tanning salon?
No... Here in Australia, it's not even a little bit necessary.

20. What magazines do you read?
I like trash mags. And Maxim.

21. Have you ever ridden in a limo?
I have!

22. Has anyone you were really close to passed away?
Ugh, yes.

23. Do you watch mtv?
Not since it stopped being about MUSIC and became all about Reality TV. (RTV)

24. What's something that really annoys you?
Bad manners.

25. What's something you really like?
Having my hair brushed.

26. Do you like Michael Jackson?
Not so much anymore.

27. Can you dance?
I can't, no.

28. What's the latest you have ever stayed up?
Erm. 48 hours.

29. Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?
No.

30. Do you actually read these when other people fill them out?
I do!

Thinking...

About all the things I miss back in the States. It's weird, since being back here in Australia, a country I have always called home, I find myself partly wishing we were more americanized, and partly glad that we are not so much. (At the moment) But anyway, I'm digressing. The following are a list of SOME of the things I miss, and are in no particular order:

* Quiznos
* Vermont Maple Syrup
* Silk Soy Milk
* Folgers Coffee
* Taco Bell
* Dunkin Donuts
* Walmart (and I can't believe I'm saying that)
* 24hr fast food joints
* Poland Spring Water (what it means to be from Maine...apparently)
* Canadian Bacon
* CHEAP CELLPHONE SERVICE!
* FREE LONG DISTANCE and nights and weekends on my home phone
* CHEAP INTERNET


Things I miss in Canada:

* Quiznos
* Tim Horton's
* Canadian Bacon
* Canadian Maple Syrup (omg there IS a difference!)
* The Keg steakhouse
* Toronto

Obviously these are all partial lists, but honestly, since I've been home, I'm missing these things more and more and more. Part of me wants to move back, but then part of me wants to stay here now. Near my family. I've been without them for nearly 10 years, and I don't want to do that again. I really, really don't.

But... I've become so jumpy since moving back here. Seriously. A butterfly flies by and I jump 3 feet in the air thinking it's probably going to attack me somehow. A beetle lands 2cm from my feet while I'm outside and I practically have a heart attack and die over it. A FEATHER wafts around my loungeroom in the dark and I think it's a giant hairy spider, and immediately begin a panic attack that would put me into an asthma attack which would then put me into a fully blown anxiety attack which would land me in the hospital... Until I got up and went to look at this giant hairy spider only to find out it's a FEATHER. I'm too jumpy now, it's horrible. And then, when I DO spy a spider (as I have ALOT lately) I'm instantly wondering if this is one of those deadly ones that is going to kill me with a mere look out of its eyes, and not one of the usual and normal spiders that have to bite you FIRST.

For 10 years I haven't had to double check my toilet seat, or be worried about any creepy crawlies (outside of deer ticks) because where I lived in Connecticut, we didn't HAVE to worry about said creatures. They just weren't there. EVER. And I hate bugs and spiders and crawlies anyway, so now, to come home and be constantly faced with these little terrorists who invade my home and send my heart into well over a thousand beats per second, I'm just really...really jumpy.

What's Not to Love?

I am, of course, talking about Ikea. How can you NOT love their stuff? Honestly. D and I headed up to Springwood today to visit their huge ass store, and naturally by the time we were leaving, my feet were killing me.

(sidenote, they've been swelling alot lately with the heat so they hurt more frequently as well)

Anyway, we originally wanted to go in there to look for CD racks because we desperately need some, but ended up checking out computer desks. I need one quite possibly more than I need CD racks, and we both found desks we absolutely loved. We even found matching chairs. No purchase was made today though, since we need to measure out the area where we intend on putting them.

Afterward we headed over to Rugs A Million and ended up finding a gigantic rug that's hopefully going to go very well with our dining table (whenever we end up getting that). The plan is to put it UNDER the table since our floors are all tiled, and we would prefer to eliminate (or greatly reduce) the chances of scraping, so we are going to need to measure for that as well.

How I love window shopping for future household items.

Tomorrow we're heading back up to Brisbane to spend the day there, wandering around the markets in the morning, and then spending the afternoon lunching and walking around the city. It's supposed to be a beautiful day so with some luck it'll be a beautiful outing, in order of a weekend-long celebration of our 9 month anniversary. It only turned into a weekend long event because our actual anniversary was on Friday, but with D working and not getting home until around 7p, we decided to forgo heading out for dinner and instead went out today for lunch at the ever fantastic Hogs Breath Cafe (and I highly recommend the crunchy chicken burger, but be warned: it is so filling) before heading to Springwood to visit Ikea. Anyway, since D had asked me what I'd like to do for anniversary, there was really nothing I could think of (short of flying to Hawaii) so when he asked around at work if there was anything going on during the weekend, he was met with a load of replies, and so the decision was made to head up on Sunday for the markets. So, that's how a one-night anniversary has turned into a weekend-long one.

I have to say, so far this has been a great weekend and I've loved it. Of course now I've probably just jinxed myself by saying that.

Friday, October 28, 2005

How to Better Prepare Yourself for Train Travel on the Gold Coast Train

1). Wear heavy armor. Really heavy armor - the kind that REALLY hurts when you smack someone "accidentally" with your arm. Or knee.

2). Carry a weapon. It doesn't really matter what kind of weapon - even a rolled up newspaper will do the trick.

3). Wear earplugs. This is necessary for when telling small children to move off the three or four seats they're sprawled upon, and they then begin cussing you out like a sailor who's just realized his whore for the night is really a MAN, you'll at least be partially protected from it.

Just taking these three simple measures will allow you entire train ride experience to be far more enjoyable. Now, because I know you just trust me implicitly on this, I am going to be nice and explain the reasons WHY you should follow these three rules; why you should ALWAYS follow these three rules. Without question.

1). Wear heavy armor.
This might seem abit unusual, but it's really not if you think about it. If you've never caught the GC train before, you might not realize that during the week, it's a literal sardine fest. (This is really not news to those of you constantly travelling on any subway...except in Toronto where they have amazing leg room and the cars are so clean you could eat off the floors) Usually it's standing room only unless you're one of the lucky ones to be on the train FIRST, and you scramble over the other passengers to get a good seat. (A good seat would constitute somewhere near any of the doors)

But, if you're an unfortunate and cannot get a seat, nevermind a good one, then you're stuck standing up. At this point, you're being jostled around as the train moves along at it's not-so-rapid 90kph maximum speed, and people are bumping into you and you get the REALLY unfortunate luck of smelling their body odour as their arms flail around to stop themselves from falling.

However, if you are a fortunate and GOT a seat, nevermind a good one, then you wouldn't really be silly enough to say... leave your bag on the empty seat next to you, knowing that someone is going to trot along and request it. Or at least, that's what you HOPE will happen. You're blissfully ignorant in the ways of the world at this point - a fact you're about to realize within... Oh, about five seconds.

Because you see... in Australia, on the GC train, people don't ASK you to move your stuff off the seat. They don't TELL you too either. Nor do they suggest or scream or shout or cuss. They will do one of two things: They will either A) Move your stuff for you, or B) poke you harshly with a rolled up newspaper and then expect you to read their minds when they look blankly at you, not saying a word.

Being assaulted, of course brings me to points #2 and #3.

2). Carry a weapon.
Okay, so now you've just been assaulted in the arm because some older gentleman (and I use the term VERY loosely) has just decided that rather than ask you to move your bag (containing all your worldly work related goods) off the seat, he's going to poke you with a rolled up newspaper instead. And he doesn't talk, he doesn't excuse himself, he just waits for you to move your bag - which of course you do, because you're currently running a marathon in your head over all the different things you could have possibly said and/or done, but because the moment has gone and you were too slow, to do or say anything now would just make you look silly - and then sits down beside you as though nothing dreadful just happened.

But see now here is where you continue to lounge about in your chair, as though you had all the room in the world. The idea is to now make him feel very uncomfortable, which you succeed in doing quite well, I might say. Your knee is now touching his. Now your THIGH is touching his, and pretty soon you're going to have connected leg action all the way to the hip joint because THAT will make him squirm and think twice about poking you with a rolled up newspaper.

Alternatively, you could always turn around with YOUR rolled up newspaper (or weapon of choice) and crush the older gentleman's jewels so that he does, in fact, suddenly have a place to sit: the floor, after his knees have just buckled on him. Then you can smile down at him and go back to reading your book.

Which now brings me to #3. And believe me, if you're wearing a fully suit of plate body armor AND carrying around a rolled up newspaper, the LAST thing people are going to care about, is that you're wearing earplugs. Really, they won't. They're going to be more concerned about where they should happen to sit if they can get a seat, and what happens if you sit next to them - will there be enough room? does metal rust? if so, will the rusted suit of armor flake on me? if so, can I catch tetanus from that? - and then will also worry what you plan on doing with your weapon of choice, because as everybody knows, you DON'T read a newspaper on a not-so-rapidly-moving-but-very-jerky-train.

3). Wear earplugs.
This one is very important, and not just for the fact you'll need them to help keep your ears virginal, particularly after the string of very small but powerful words that just spewed forth from a kindergartener, after you asked him to move off the six seats he was occupying.

No, you see, when you ride on the GC train, you are cursed blessed with having each and every one of the stops announced over the loudspeaker by some unknown and very mysterious voice.

"You are travelling on the Gold Coast train!" the voice booms. And by booms, I mean the voice is two decibles higher than the average opera singer's voice, and so when it comes through the speakers of the train, your innards turn to jelly and your muscles spasm out of control and your brain begins to bleed. And then the voice proceeds to inform you of every stop it will be making this evening. BEFORE it leaves. And then as it leaves. And then again as it approaches it's first stop for the evening. And so on, and so on, and so on until you finally reach your destination and your brain has bled so much you can taste it in your mouth, and you can no longer think coherently, yet you are expected to drive the 10mins home again...Somehow.

And then you make it home safely, again for another night, and relay the events of the night (and sometimes the week) to your loving wife-to-be and your brother-in-law-to-be who makes it quite clear that if it was HIM who'd gotten assaulted, the assaultee would have been laying flat on the floor, nursing a broken nose.

So you can plainly see why following the three simples rules mentioned above, would make your train ride experience ALOT more enjoyable. And of course, should you feel the need to get overly violent, as is the case when you're stuck on the train for longer than 10mins and you have to hear that voice that grates on your nerves, you can always start leisurely bashing people round the head with your suit of armor, inbetween giving them papercuts with your rolled up newspaper, and for the especially bratty children, telling them your earplugs are actually hard caramel candy and then watch them choke to death on it because really, you CAN'T use the knee piece of your armor to crush in the skull of an eight year old.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

The Relationship Is Over

At least with my US bank. Apparently even though they understand my "frustration" with them, they really don't give a flying hoot, and so aren't going to bother refunding my money. Money they've been withdrawing out of my account for the past eight MONTHS. Their logic is you pay whether or not you use the service.

Sounds like highway robbery to me, but what the hell do I know? I'm some schmo stuck in Australia, unable to walk into the branch and punch someone in the head. (I'd so like to do that, you've no idea) So needless to say, I'm cancelling the account with them. Of course, watch them not receive the fax, which would be very typically THEM, and continue to charge me per month for a service I'm not using, and to an account with no money it... and THEN have the balls to send me a bill for it. Mwahahah.

In any event, while part of me wants to really be this much of a pain in the ass, I've decided against it and am going to write out a cancellation letter which I am going to both fax and post certified mail (because I haven't spent enough money on these clowns to begin with) to make sure they get it.

I just haven't decided if I'm going to be nice about it yet.