Mortein Naturgard

Sounds like a pretty cool product, right? Killing all of those disgusting bugs that we hate so much and without using all of those nasty chemicals that we also hate so much.

But it did get me to wondering how Mortein managed to create such a magical product using mostly nature. I mean, if they managed to can such an efficient and natural bug killer in a compressed gas form, why are there still so many bugs around annoying us and dirtying up our nice clean homes?

But then I noticed this:

Now, I don't know what plant based actives are. And after trying a few google searches, I can only assume that these plant based actives is in fact a typo, and what they really mean is "No plant based activities. Although, I don't really know what plant based activities has to do with killing those pesky insects or how Mortein would manage to can that in compressed gas form (which is probably where there's no plant based actives/activities.

Still, I thought that maybe the Mortein website could help me with this ... and it did help; Apparently the little disclaimer about the "No plant based actives" is accurate.

There's only one plant based active: pyrethrins, which comes from the pyrethrum flowers (thank you, google).

But apparently it's not all that, because right next to this statement is a ** disclaiming that there's also synthetic ingredients as well.

So apparently, there's no magical, natural ingredient/s that can just kill those annoying insects without the aid of those nasty synthetic ingredients. But then, anyone who's constantly complaining about insects would probably be aware of this, and wouldn't be foolish enough to buy this product.

After all, if there was there'd be no need to buy it.





http://www.mortein.com.au/product_nat_auto_ind_insect.php

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.

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.

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.

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.

They're Not From Here

There's nothing I like more while waitng in line is to watch the people around me. Especially if it's the person in front of me paying the cashier.

It's actually quite bizarre how many different ways there are to hand over his/hers money!

But the weirdest is when the customer in question is told the amount and he/she pulls out a wad of cash and/or a shitload of coins and hands it all over to the cashier to sort through. As though it's the cashier's job to count out the correct amount (or as close to the correct amount as possible). And these people all seem to be English speaking Australian nationals.

Ok, that last bit may have been somewhat of an assumption.

But these customers in question can clearly speak English without any problems. Probably because it's their first language. But you understand what I mean, right.

And if it's an elderly customer who hands over his/hers money for the cashier to count out, I can understand that. I don't really need to explain why ...

But when it's a young to not-so-elderly person handing his/hers money over for the cashier to count out?

That one is just confusing!

Unless you consider the fact that the person isn't from here ... and from "here" I mean Earth and/or this time.

It makes total sense when you think about it!

Most of the world's currency isn't that hard to figure out, especially if the same alphabet is used. And if you happen to be able to perfectly speak the language, it figures that you should be able to understand the little numbers on the notes and coins.

So unless these people have some very special, rare, unknown mental condition (and I hope not, because then I'll look stupid) that makes them unable to count out money, these people JUST can't be from here. They've got to be some kind of travellers, exploring our planet/time for whatever reason/s.

Hopefully peacable reasons

The Alternative to Centre Link

Well, now I’m super excited about a job.
This is rare. Since the sole reason why I want a job is so I no longer have to rely on fucking Centre Link. That is it.
I mean, if I could get paid and not work I’d be happy.
Well, I guess that’s how I am now. But I have to put up with Centre Link’s shit, and jump through hoops for my money.
I don’t want to jump through hoops for my money!
I’d rather work for my money!
Yeah, that’s right. I said it. I said that I’d rather work for my money instead of relying on Centre Link.
Shocking, ain’t it?
No. Not really actually.
Most of Australia would agree with me on this.
But the job that has got me all excited?
It’s with Westfield, and combines two of my biggest loves to create my dream job; a Westfield insider. That is basically someone who gets paid to go shopping at Westfield shops, and then write about it online. I think I have to inform the masses about some good deals I found and where I found them.
Too easy!
I just hope that I impress the Westfield people with my application.