Show us something that's got you hooked.
It's good shit........really. Works for me, anyway. Actually, without it, I don't work too well so we kind of compliment each other. It works for me, so that I can go on working. Symbiosis.
If you could teleport to any place in the world right this second, where would you go?
Right here.
Show us a picture of you when you were a baby.
Submitted by yuki.
I haven't really changed much. A little less fat in some places, a little more in others. Same can be said for bodily and facial hair. The eyes are still my best feature.
What would you do if you had one day to live and you were still young and healthy?
Submitted by Green Tea Adelaide.
Are we speaking of a "Logan's Run" type of Lastday and Renewal? Are we speaking of a capital punishment departure from this life? This is a very ambiguous question. I can't think of any other rationale for a one-day-to-live scenario given one is vibrant & healthy, than the two I've suggested.
Were either scenario to be postulated, I'd suggest that one would have very little option to ending one's existence within 24 hours, other than escaping the scenario in one means or another. In the latter circumstance, one would likely be incarcerated, not in a position to escape the authority which enforces incarceration. QED, one would already be dead, per se. What else does one do in such a situation than attempt to escape from reality in imagination, and indulgences. Demanding on the mode of execution, one might even willingly anticipate the ending of the last 24 hours.
In the same vein, were we to consider the Lastday and Renewal scenarios, it's not untoward to believe that one might equally be looking forward to the ceremony and symbolism of the occasion, in the belief that renewal does actually happen. For me, I dare say I'd be eagerly anticipating Lastday, because I don't fear death now. Death is inevitable and renewal, of any shade, is purely in the mind of the individual. Why fear the inevitable? To do so is illogical.
How did you celebrate Valentine's Day?
Submitted by Stephen.
Worked my arse off in an endlessly frustrating job from 8:30am to 5:30pm, suffered public transport for an hour on either end, noted with huge lumps of gob-smackedness the number of people, mainly males, walking around with HUGE bunches of red roses which have to have cost them hundreds of dollars (more bloody money than sense!), before deciding just before driving home from the train that I ought to show my own life-partner that I do recognise the day on her behalf.
I bought a $7.50 bunch of half-dead gerberas, daisies and carnations at the local supermarket. All but the carnations have wilted & been chucked out. I suppose it's the thought that counts, however fleeting.
Who or what do you really love?
Flying online with some fellow enthusiasts...
In fact, too many things to list here. These are a few of my favourite things.
What/who do I really love?
On the first
day, God created the dog and said:
'Sit all day by the door of your
house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you
a life span of twenty years.'
The dog said: 'That's a long time to be
barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other
ten?'
So God agreed.
On the second day, God created the monkey
and said:
'Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For
this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span.'
The monkey said: 'Monkey
tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give
you back ten like the Dog did?'
And God agreed.
On the third
day, God created the cow and said:
'You must go into the field with
the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to
support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty
years.'
The cow said: 'That's kind of a tough life you want me to live
for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other
forty?'
And God agreed
again.
On the fourth day, God created man and said:
'Eat,
sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.'
But man said: 'Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my
twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the
ten
the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?'
'Okay,' said God,
'You asked for it.'
So that is why for our first twenty years we eat,
sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to
support our family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the
grandchildren. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and
bark at everyone.
Life has now been explained to you.
I listened to Rudd say 'Sorry' on the way to the Gold Coast this morning, and also heard Nelson start off quite well, but fall back into the rut which practically every coalition member has been mucking in since November 24 last year. I was muchly impressed by not only the 316 words released last night, but also, and probably more so, by the words which followed. Very profound delivery, as honest as the day is long and seemingly sincere. Of course, we're talking about a career politician here. One who started off his career as a diplomat so it's not to be unexpected that he'd deliver a symbol like an apology with a deep and abiding sincerity.
Poor Brendan, though. He started off so well. All good words and equally sincerely delivered. Right up to the point where his line of speech should have taken him at a tangent away from the historical record. He failed to make it. Yes indeed, there were some good outcomes from the bad actions of a time and culture now long past. But that's not what the day was all about. The day was about recognising that bad things happened, people were wounded and changes took places which could never be recovered. Justification of position throughout the Howard era, or even the mentioning that some acknowledgement should be paid to the good things, just wasn't what he was there for today. Turned backs, slow claps and cat calls were well deserved, I thought. More from the perspective of saying, "Brendan, you dickhead" than anything else. Will this harm his leadership? Unlikely when one looks further into the day when Tony Abbott uttered similar platitudes on top of last night's pathetic display of blind allegiance to a failed ideology when he appeared on Lateline. Watch the video, it's even more revealing. Julie Bishop wasn't a whole lot better later this afternoon. I missed hearing Turnbull, but perhaps someone slipped some epsom salts into his afternoon tea because I don't recall hearing him at all today.
Wayne Swan made the time worn yet accurate accusation of the Liberal-led coalition today. "Born to rule" and thus far into the 42nd Parliament, it's blatantly clear than none of the Howardian stormtroopers have realised that the war is lost, the King dead, and his treasury looted only to be found empty. I'm really starting to believe that the next 12 months of the Rudd government, at least, are going to be Opposition free. Not a good thing for a broadly accepted and obviously popular government, despite the corrugations in the economic road ahead.
From little things, big things grow. Saying 'Sorry', which I still fail to see any real reconciliation coming from, has laid bare some rather big and possibly dangerous things for both sides of the political fence in the term ahead.
I understand the hesitance of the Australian government to give these words to the media too soon, but thank the powers we're there.
The words are good. The words are well defined, non-person specific, on behalf of governmental instrumentalities and non-reflective of Australian societies, past or present. Well done on behalf of the authors, as I'm certain there must be more than one.
It is to be hoped that the apology is accepted in the spirit in which it is offered. I seriously doubt it will be. Monetary compensation as a part of this 'Sorry' episode is not, should not be and must not be considered as a part of the process. Even the Beatles agree that money can't buy love, and after all's said tomorrow, I'm sure the core of this exercise will remain focussed solely on engendering that oft misunderstood human emotion. Didn't a carpenter recommend to love one's fellow man?
Today we honour the Indigenous peoples of this land, the oldest continuing cultures in human history. We reflect on their past mistreatment. We reflect in particular on the mistreatment of those who were Stolen Generations – this blemished chapter in our nation’s history.
The time has now come for the nation to turn a new page in Australia’s history by righting the wrongs of the past and so moving forward with confidence to the future. We apologise for the laws and policies of successive Parliaments and governments that have inflicted profound grief, suffering and loss on these our fellow Australians.
We apologise especially for the removal of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander children from their families, their communities and their country.
For the pain, suffering and hurt of these Stolen Generations, their descendants and for their families left behind, we say sorry.
To the mothers and fathers, the brothers and sisters, for the breaking up of families and communities, we say sorry.
And for the indignity and degradation thus inflicted on a proud people and a proud culture, we say sorry.
We, the Parliament of Australia, respectfully request that this apology be received in the spirit in which it is offered as part of the healing of the nation. For the future we take heart; resolving that this new page in the history of our great continent can now be written.
We today take this first step by acknowledging the past and laying claim to a future that embraces all Australian.
A future where this Parliament resolves that the injustices of the past must never, never happen again. A future where we harness the determination of all Australians, Indigenous and non-Indigenous, to close the gap that lies between us in life expectancy, educational achievement and economic opportunity.
A future where we embrace the possibility of new solutions to enduring problems where old approaches have changed.
A future based on mutual respect, mutual resolve and mutual responsibility.
A future where all Australians, whatever their origins, are truly equal partners, with equal opportunities and with an equal stake in shaping the next chapter in the history of this great country.
It happened again this morning. A pig-ignorant dipshit with a blackberry thing reading his emails on the morning train, THEN using it to call a work colleague to discuss the intricate details of a dam development project he/his company is associated with somewhere down south. Everyone in the railway carriage must have heard the details of the chopper flight he & the scientist-engineer have to take to get to the spot, the necessity for other people apart from him to work weekends, oh, and by the way, "any luck with your snooping into whether Tim wants to relocate?"
WHO...GIVES...A...FUCK!!!!!
Why isn't there a law against these people? It's the bloody morning commute, fer chrissakes! Nobody gives a flying who anyone else works for, what they do, who they know and certainly don't need to hear all about it. Seriously, there's absolutely no need for people to engage in mobile phone conversations on public transport. It's inconvenient and embarrassing (or bloody well ought to be if you have any ethics at all), not to mention the height of rudeness and extremely poor etiquette to be sharing your personal foibles with all and sundry. As an aside, there are rules to abide by if you wish to travel by train in Queensland, as listed by Queensland Rail on the walls of every carriage.
Railway Transport Laws Include:
- No feet on seats
- No drinking of alcohol
- No smoking on trains
- No creating a disturbance or nuisance
- No loud music
- No leaving bags or other obstructions in doorways and/or aisles
- No littering
I wonder how one goes about enacting a complaint?
