Odour Neutralising Dish Washing Liquid

Washing the dishes today, I couldn't help reading the label on the dishwashing liquid. I don't know why I haven't read it before. I have done the dishes plenty of times since this particular bottle was purchased.

But one of Morning Fresh's cleaning wonders is that it neutralises odours.

This might just be me. I don't actually know what others think when it comes to dishes and keeping them clean. But if the dishes still have a smelly odour after I've cleaned them, then I clearly haven't done that great a job cleaning them, because they're still not dirty.

Although, maybe the odour isn't coming from the suspicious pile of dishes that may or may not be clean. Maybe the odour is coming elsewhere from the house. Maybe the power of Morning Fresh's odour neuteraliser is so strong that it completely rids the house of all odours. Even the smell of the dirty kitty litter tray (but that's what the odour neuturalising kitty litter is for).

Then there's the question of why would you do the dishes to get rid of the smell instead of locating and removing the source of the smell;

"Hmmm, something smell kind of very funky. Getting rid of the smell is just too much work, so I'll do the dishes instead. That'll get rid of the bad smell!"

If I had've realised that the dishwashing liquid I was buying contained odour neutralising powers I wouldn't have bought it. I would've brought a brand not Morning Fresh that didn't have stupid claims

But then, the only reason why I bought was because I was just curious as to what Sparkling Fresh smells like (lavender), and if buying a strange new purple product only ends badly if it contains alcohol (yes, it does).

So until Morning Fresh stop making stupid, irrational claims about odour neutralising powers, they can kiss my business goodbye.

September's Good Newsletter

I've only really skimmed through Tara's good newsletter for September, but it sounds like the most helpful newsletter thus far;why it's better to trust in your astrological sign than questioning everything that happens, why it's better to be unemployed, being the master of your dreams and finally who's responsible for the multilation of livestock.

So, according to Tara, my astrological sign can help me solve so many problems, and open doors for me. I'm (like so many people) just aren't taking advantage of my astrological sign and reaping the benifits.

Apparently to reap the benifits of my astrological star sign, I should start embodying the key charactistics if I don't already.

So I basically have to stop being myself and start being fake to be able to take adavantage of my astrological star sign ...

It's always so refreshing to be told to stop being yourself if you want to be successful. Like being yourself is an automatic fail in life.

Ok, so I'm going to admit that when I wrote about it being better to be unemployed earlier, it was before I had read too deeply into this month's newsletter. I really couldn't care less about the woman in Tara's example or how it is actually better to be unemployed than it is to be employed.

But then, I'm not a pyschic, so maybe the mystery of this while forever escape me.

Although, from what I can gather, things seem to work more perfectly when unemployed. I guess that's why unemployed people don't bang on about how great life is when living off the pittance the government hands out to the needy.

After all, if everybody knew about how easy life is when unemployed, everybody would be unemployed instead of being foolish and working.

But this being said, I'm clearly doing the whole unemployed thing wrong; my life isn't all that easy and I can't help but suspecting it would be a lot easier if I were actually employed.

But like I said earlier, I'm no pyschic. So maybe the mystery and truth about this situation is once again escaping me.

I don't think I need to cover lucid dreaming. Either you can do lucid dream or you can't. But lucid dreams aren't as good as the non-lucid dreams. The craziness of normal dreams is just fantastic!

And now I'm onto the topic that has been causing me so much concern; my livestock and what has been mutilating them.

I don't know about you, but I'm despairing about how much my livestock gets mutilated so often. It's just so depressing.

Ok, so I also skimmed through this part of Tara's newsletter. But from what I saw, she doesn't offer any new answers; the mutilation is the work of aliens, extra terrestials or UFO's (which apparently are all completely different). There's nothing about the whole natural thing about natural predators and/or weird weather conditions that make dead bosies appear like they've been mutilated.

Although, it does appear that pyschics believe in aliens ... So I have learned something today.

Demons

So people like to condemn demons to mythology and the fantasies of people who have lost touch with reality.

Even in shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer people who claim to be victims of demons and their ilk are considered crazy. Even Buffy has been admitted to the looney bin.

But really, who's to say that demons only exist in the minds of crazy people and/are religious zealots?

After what I heard tonight, I'm certainly more open to the idea of demons actually existing in our world;

I was outside and I heard a couple of shrieks that sounded more like some kind of call of something living than sirens, which is what these whistling calls sounded like except for the fact that these calls didn't last as long as a single siren blast.

What I heard was definitely not any kind of emergancy siren blast I have ever heard before.

What I heard sounded more other worldly and wrong.

Let's Be Serious

As you're all probably aware, it's cool to blame climate change on man and all of the carbon emissions that our world is emitting. Needless to say that this line of thought is ridiculous and wrong and going to cost us a fortune because the government is trying to do the popular thing by passing the Carbon Tax.

Climate change isn't caused by man and our carbon emissions, people!

What is really the cause behind climate change is witches and their witch craft.

It is a well known fact that witches have altered the weather for their own purposes throughout history. The Church wouldn't lie about something as serious as this. That's why there were all those witch hunts.

And why would witches being doing something as heinous as mess around with the global temperatures, you ask.

Well, it's very simple; witches are pure evil who like to do mean and nasty things just for their own amusement ... and quite possibly because their master, the Devil, told them to.

It's just what witches do.

Interesting New Development

Tara doesn't want to insist, but she just doesn't understand why I havn't taken the uniquie opportunity she's offered me, especially since there's absolutely no risk to me.

Well, I don't want to contradict, but that's basically all Tara does; insist, insist, insist.

And also, there is a very slight risk to me if I do choose to recite the incantations she's sent to me; there's a very, very, very remote chance that the Christians are onto something, and I could end up feeling the full force of God's wrath if I do go through with these incantations.

But this leads me to the interesting new development that you've read all about.

Tara seems to know that I haven't yet recited those incantations that she sent me last week. I mean, sure, she could've just got lucky sending me the correct mass email. But for someone who wants to pass themself off as a pyschic, this seems like a risky and incrediably foolish move.

So that leads me to believe that maybe Tara might indeed be the real deal. But as I've been saying ever since she sent me them, I won't actually know until after I've recited these bloody incantations.

Although, that being said, I really don't appreciate Tara trying to scare me in reciting them; If you exit this page, you’ll be condemned to living in the negative atmosphere that surrounds you now, Emma.

Kind of sounds very threatening to me.

Maybe, if Tara is the real deal, she's the one surrounding me with all of this negativity.

That still makes her a fraud if that's the case.

My Super Sweet 16th

This is clearly a show for spoiled prima madonna children who have never heard the word "no" unless they're the ones saying it. These children make spoiled children jealous.

I'd like to say that this kids will experience a reality check when they're adults. But I highly doubt it. Their families have so much money, that they'll never experience reality like the rest of us, even the regular spoiled kids.

Although, maybe through these prima madonna kids will burn through all of the family money on their extravagent 16th birthday parties.

Virgin Life Insurance

Ads are meant to make you want to buy the product that is being advertised, right? But the Virgin Life Insurance ad doesn't make me want to rush out and get myself some life insurance. It makes me fear for the husband's life.

The Mrs in the ad is way too pushy to want him to be covered just in case.

She is totally planning on killing him a couple of months after he has sign the life insurance paper work.

I really can't imagine how this ad campaign could make anyone want to rush out and buy life insurance from Virgin. Unless Virgin is trying to specifically target spouses who want out of their marriage, but for whatever don't want a divorce and want a sizeable pay off.

So maybe Virgin Life Insurance doesn't ask any questions when people suddenly die a few months after signing the contract.

Maybe that's what the ad is getting at.

Falling Money

I got another message from Tara, this time saying that a large sum of money should soon be falling into my lap.

I certainly hope she's right!

How nice would it be to be just sitting there, minding your own business when suddenly BAM! A large sum of money just suddenly lands on your lap?

Very nice indeed.

Unfortunately not very probable. Otherwise everyone would just sit around, minding their own business and waiting for the money to fall.

But then, maybe that's the secret to success; the truly successful and rich just sat around and suddenly a large sum of money just landed in their lap, and they lied about it not wanting their secret to get out to the rest of the world.

Doubt it though.

And just as I thought, there's more to it than just sitting around, minding my own business and having that large sum of money landing in my lap. There's formulations of power involved.

But Tara swears that they'll completely transform my destiny ... maybe my half baked theories about how the rich and successful became that way was more on the mark than I thought.

Tara is promising me that I'll never have to worry about my financial situation ever again if I just trust her and accept her help. So that large sum of money must be very large indeed, or another large sum of money will fall into my lap whenever my funds start to run low.

Either way, it sounds very nice.

But I'm not sure that it sounds realistic enough for me to pay some fraudulant pyschic.

I guess that's why she's sent me those incantations again. Maybe she's hoping that I'll repeat these incantations and get the proof I desire.

Rabbits in Stories vs Rabbits in Real Life

So when you think of rabbits, do you think of cunning, vicious little fiends?

Probably not.

In most children's stories rabbits are usually depicted as whiney, weak and often very annoying characters. Mr and Mrs Rabbit in Animals of Farthing Wood and any of the rabbits that occassionally appear in Brian Jacques' Redwall series are proof enough of this. Although Peter Rabbit did manage to escape Mr McGregor twice. So the rabbits of Beatrix Potter's world weren't all that useless.

So when Cutlet the rabbit was introduced to the house, it was a bit of a surprise to find that all of the cats were spooked by such a clearly dangerous animal ... granted, she is almost as big as Shego. But there really wasn't any reason for them to fear her.

Well, she has certainly made sure that the cats know who's boss since then. She seems to get huge enjoyment chasing them around the lounge room, and has actually kicked at least one of the cats out of the basket just for laughs.

Watching Cutlet at work harrassing the cats has actually reminded me of the old Br'er Rabbit and Br'er Fox mum and dad used to tell me. In those stories, Br'er Rabbit wasn't annoying or whiney or weak. He gave as good as he got ... although I'm not sure he ever got back at Br'er Fox for tricking him into losing his beautiful long tail.

I'm thinking that the Celts were onto something when they started telling the Br'er Rabbit and Br'er Fox stories. Br'er Rabbit certainly seems to resemble Cutlet far more closely than Mr and Mrs Rabbit or any of Brian Jacques' rabbits. I'm not sure if Cutlet is like Peter Rabbit though; she hasn't disobeyed us and run wild in some crazy person's vege garden yet. But only time will tell if she'll do this, I guess.

Something Serious

Even though I was led to believe that Tara could no longer help me after the 8th of August, she's still messaging me, promising me that she can still help me with her pyschic voodoo.

This time something serious is going to happen to me in the next few days. I can't avoid it, and it's going to lead to profit or loss.

While, I'm not sure that if I like or dislike the fact that this something serious is unavoidable, I do like the idea of profiting from it.

Although, to be able to profit from it, I'm probably going to have to pay Tara.

That being said, I'm pretty sure that I've read that message from Tara before. It's looking pretty familiar. But then, that might have something to do with the free of charge Astral Luck Activator. With it, I'll be able to harness the power of good luck for seven days (and I was just saying how my supernatural ability, if I had one, would be to twist probability in my favour).

It'll also help me break free of the bad luck that's been plaguing me so much lately (her words). But then, if it allows me to harness the power of good luck, I already kind of assumed that it would help me break free of bad luck. I really didn't need Tara to point that out to me.

Although I wasn't aware that the Astral Luck Activator allows me to thwart the malevolent influences that have been blocking me from my Destiny ... those bastards!

However, I don't think that I'll be able to gain access to my free of charge Astral Luck Activator. Included with it, is the Three Secrets Formulas of Power. And Tara wants me to pay for those. She also wants me to get my Astral Luck Activator tied in with the Three Secrets of Power.

No Astral Luck Activator for Emma then, I guess.

I'll be facing this something serious without the help of a good luck harnesser. Without it, I won't be able to shake free of the veil of negativity that's surrounding me.

Woe is me.

Oh!

Apparently this something serious is serious enough, and the veil of negativity bad enough, that Tara has actually decided to give me the Astral Luck Activator free of charge (like she said) and not tied in with the Three Secret Formulas of Power.

That'll teach me to start writing before completely reading the whole thing!

But yay me! I can now face this something serious with the good luck harnesser ... oh, wait. It requires me to touch it and repeat an incantation.

Simple enough, right?

But the repeating of the incantation needs to be done with conviction and belief. I may struggle with that aspect.

Though, if it works and I suddenly find that I do have the power to harness good luck, Tara may have a new believer in me ... unless she keeps on insisting that there's trouble in my love life as well. That kind of confirms my theory that Tara isn't quite as pyschic as she would have us believe.

But as wonderful and magical as the Astral Luck Activator is, it seems to only be a temporary thing. Tara needs my authorisation (that hasn't stopped her from performing voodoo magic on my behalf before) to perform a secret ritual of High Magic.

Apparently this piece of High Magic is something only a real medium can perform. So I guess if I do decide to give her my authorisation (which I may just do if I don't hvae to pay) to perform it and it works, I'll have even more proof that Tara is the real deal.

But I'm pretty suspicious of the whole thing. I still remained convinced that Tara the Pyschic is nothing more than a scam.

Big Surprise for Me

I'm supposed to be focusing on the story I'm currently working on. But a short attention span and the fact that I was stuffing my face with an early midnight snack has ensured thatI ended up checking out my facebook, twitter and email accounts.

I just don't like typing when I'm eating. I struggle to type effectively one handed, and typing one handed distracts me from my story.

So that's how I ended up reading Tara's latest message to me.

As you've probably guessed, I have a big surprise in store for me;

Maybe Tara is pyschic after all: she seems to have finally read my mind, and has done some special ritual just for me that should greatly change my financial situation and my love life.

Yeah, apparently she's going to be focusing on my love life as well my finances from now on ... and suddenly I'm beginning to doubt Tara's pyschic credibility again.

But still. I should be really greatful for her efforts with this special ritual. It did require a lot of concentration and took hours to complete.

And now I've just got to sit back and wait for that incrediable something to happen to me ... except that this ritual thing is tied in with the Three Secret Formulas of Power, which I need to pay for.

So I'm thinking I'm not going to benefit from the ritual Tara did after all.

Also thinking that maybe Tara isn't quite as good at mind reading as I said she was at the beginning of this.

Oh well. Back to writing my short story.

Aww!

Now I'm sad.

For the past couple of weeks, I've been trying to get something out of my accursed insomnia, and get some pictures of the sun rising over Ballarat.

But the weather hasn't allowed that to happen.

Whenever I have actually decided to go out, and try and find myself a little perch from where I'd take my shots, it has always been cloudy, rainy and foggy. I didn't even have to go out a couple of the times! I just had to think about it.

And then today, I completely forgot about the whole thing, and the there's no clouds in the sky.

I watched the sunrise from the loungeroom. It was beautiful! The colours just magical. It would've been the perfect sunrise to shoot.

And I missed it.

I bet the next time I try and get some shots of the sunrise, the weather won't allow it. Once again, my plans will be thwarted by clouds, rain and fog.

Ghosts & the Can Opener

While I was once again struggling to properly open a can with one of the numerous can openers in the house, I couldn't help wondering why the hell none of the numerous bloody things in this house can never open a can properly.

Trying to pry open a can that wasn't opened properly is how I almost sliced the pad of my right index finger off. So naturally, I'm put out more than ever now by the sketchy opening job the can openers always do when a can is trying to be opened.

I've never had this problem with can openers before ... except with blunt ones, but they don't really count as can openers, do they?

And most of the can openers in this house are almost brand spankin' new! So there's no reason why they shouldn't be opening cans cleanly and properly.

The only logical conclusion why the can openers aren't doing their job properly?

Horry and/or Charlotte!

One or both of those ghosts are possessing the can openers when they're being used, and ensuring that the cans aren't opened properly.

And this whole time I thought that they were ineffective as ghosts!

Sure, the whole possessing the can openers things is weird and unheard of as far as hauntings go. Also not all that scary to begin with. But it does get the job done for them; we're hugely put out, and run the risk of seriously injuring ourselves trying to open the cans with our bare hands (and suddenly the whole can opener haunting thing seems a whole lot scarier than it did a few seconds ago). Plus, because of how unusual it is, it's less likely to draw attention to their devious little plot.

Pretty tricky of Horry and/or Charlotte! But I caught on to them in the end. Now I've just got to figure out how to put a stop to these actions. A circle of salt around each can opener should do the trick ... unless there's already a ghost in the can opener! Then I'll just be trapping the damn thing in there.

This is going to require more thouhgt ... and possibly the continuation of watching Supernatural to get some ideas on how to deal with ghosts.

Beneficial Thought Time

Even though she can't apparently help me no longer (I missed our window of opportunity for that), I'm apparently still on Tara's mailing list; I get her beneficial thoughts sent to me.

How thoughtful of her.

Even though Tara can't help me out at this time, she's still going to give me the benefit of her thoughts.

I wonder if there's pyschic magic that will mean that she's still somehow helping me. Maybe then I'll actually land this Ticketek job.

I somehow doubt it though.

After all, the message is all about money, and how I'd be foolish not to want it, because it's bad an unnecessary.

Well, I think Tara just showed that she's very clearly not a pyschic; any real pyschic would know that I happen to be all about money, and that I don't think it'd bad or unnecessary. In fact, I'm all too aware that money is very necessary.

But then, maybe this is just a generic email sent out to everyone on Tara's mailing list.

Still, a real pyschic would've changed the message just to seem a little more authentic ... at least to me.

Tara then goes on to remind me that while money does make life a hell of a lot easier, I shouldn't make it my whole life.

Well, duh! Not only does money make life easier and more comfortable, but it also allows me to buy all those nice, shiney things I want. Plus if I had more money, then I'd be able to afford to pay for a nice holiday.

I'm pretty sure my life is all about these purchases, not the money.

But then, I think Tara means that I shouldn't just be hoarding away all my hard earned and never spending any more of it than I have to ... once again, I'm all about the spending of money. I've never understood people who work so hard for their money and then refuse to enjoy it, choosing, instead to hide it under their mattress or in a book or wherever they choose to hide it.

Seriously, what is the point?

Tara then finishes her beneficiary thought by hinting (rather storngly) that if I really want to start making money, I should stop stop focusing on trying to make it and instead focus on what I'd like to do with it if I had it.

That doesn't work. It just makes me sad that I can't buy all those nice shiney things I want. I think I have to focus on how to make it instead of what I'd do with it.

So, with that in mind, my fingers are crossed that I get an interview for the Ticketek job, and that I wow them and get myself a job there. Then I won't have to imagine what I'd do with money if I had it.

Today is the Day

A few days ago Tara sent me another message, questioning why I hesitated just as I was about to make a big, important decision. She said that after 11th August she won't be able to help me.

Well, that's today.

I wonder if she'll keep her word and not send me anymore messages after today. I figure that since she will no longer be able to help me after this date, there really is no reason why she'd want to message me ... oh, accept that she's firmly committed to helping me. I guess that's reason enough for her to keep messaging me.

But she's really making this message count; it's all doom and gloom unless I accept her help and let her show me the light or whatever.

Oh No!

Apparently I have until 8 August to make a decision and take action or it'll be too late.

Tara has me quivering in my blue bed socks!

But since the event that she's talking about is inscribed in my astral chart and is going to happen no matter what, I don't see what all the fuss is about.

Maybe she wants me to accept her hand of help and learn the 12 Secrets of Power from her so that I can maximise the benefits of this event.

Yeah, I'm sure that's it. Tara has my best interests at heart and doesn't want to scam me out of my money and possibly steal my account details while she's at it. She just wants me to stop being a passive witness to my life, and learn the 12 Secrets of Power ... I assume these secrets are like the pyschic version of the Limitless pills.

And once again, she ends her message with the ultimatum of "Act now before it's too late and you miss out on the happiness you deserve."

She really needs a new ultimatum. After reading the same one every four or so message, it really doesn' affect me at all ... which should clearly indicate to Tara that she needs new material. She's not a very good pyschic.

Beanbag Beans

The other day some bloody genious let out all of the beanbag beans from the beanbag, and ever since then it's been a constant battle to rid the house of the bloody things. Vacuming the house daily doesn't seem to make a difference; they reappear almost immediately afterwards.

The house hasn't been vacummed in a couple of days, so it's getting over run by the accursed beenbag beans at the moment. They're even in the shower!

But it's not the overwhelming amount of beanbag beans that has got me all worried and concerned; keeping their numbers down is easy enough, and there's only a finite amount of them in the house. So the battle against them will some day end.

What has me concerned is the fact that I just watched one roll across the lounge room floor of its own accord. All of the doors and windows are shut, and the carpet is covering the massive gap between two of the floor boards, so there's no obvious source of wind to propel this one beanbag bean across the floor.

This suggests to a couple of possibilities;

One, Horry and/ Charlotte have re-emerged with the idea that it's been too long since they've haunted this house ... once again, showing weak haunting abilities.

Or two, that beanbag bean is possessed and is recruiting more beanbag bean mates to build an army of beanbag beans to attack us in retaliation for being vacummed.

Either way, I'm concerned about the possible outcome. Especially since I've now lost sight of the moving beanbag bean.

Well Now

I honestly don't know what to make of Tara's latest message to me.

For one thing, her previous messages had led me to believe that she was quite worried about me and my future happiness. But apparently, I totally misread those messages, because unless I accept her hand of friendship or help or whatever, she's going to start to become very worried about me.

So all of her concern in the last messages was either in my imagination or fake.

Not exactly the best way to convince me to hand over my money.

But then, she does make a very good arguement about why I should hand over my money in the next paragraph; I could be one of those lucky few who succeed at everything they do, have everything in life and are truly happy.

That's a pretty good selling point for the 12 Secrets of Power.

Although I was under the impression that you can't buy happiness. But I guess that's a lie that those lucky few who already have the 12 Secrets of Power want us to believe. Those bastards.

And it's not like happiness even costs all that much; only $19.95. But since payment also involves handing over my account details to some stranger and her website, I think I may just wait until I don't have to before buying happiness.