Problems With Filling Out the Contracts

So one of my leaders has decided that it's about time I learned how to properly fill out the contract forms, so that I don't mess them up so much when I'm signing up customers.

I guess that this can only be a good thing.

She asked me today what I was thinking when I wrote Appco Company instead of Appco Field.

I still don't really know what I was thinking when I wrote that. I was paranoid all day Friday that I was writing field wrong ... and how spectacularly wrong my spelling was!

But while everyone was laughing at such a stupid mistake, someone else piped up that at least I got my name right ... I guess the person who rewrote my forms wrote the wrong name; theirs instead of mine.

I laughed and declared that I'd never get my name wrong on a form, because, let's face it, that would be extremely stupid.

Yeah.

I really shouldn't have said that.

What was the one thing I messed up on the form today?

You guessed it! My name!

I realized what I had done as soon as I did it. I just looked at it, and was like, "Yeah. I'm not going to tell anyone about this." and scrunched up the now ruined form and began a new one ... this time taking ridiculous care to spell my name correctly (sad that I had to).

2010 Shep Road Trip Pt1

This is Tatura. At least this is where the bus dropped me off in Tatura. You can actually kind of see the main street in this pic.
There doesn’t seem to be all that much in Tatura, besides the caravan park that we’re staying at … oh, and there’s the crazy painted fake cows in the park near the main street.
But those cows are found in all of the towns in this area. Or so it seems.
And there’s a much greater selection of them in Shep. I really need/hope to get back there and get a picture and making them a world famous landmark … although the Shep council probably tries pimping them out as such already.

Mooroopna.
What can be said about good old Mooroopna?
It has a water tower near the centre or town. But that’s not unique to just Mooroopna. You can find water tower in any old country town. I mean this picture could be anywhere … at least anywhere in Victoria. I don’t really know what country towns in the rest of Australia are like.

But besides the standard country town water tower, there’s also the SPC cannery as well as some animal feed making factory. I didn’t really catch the name of it.
Apparently I didn’t feel the need to take pictures of both the factories, so this on little picture is going to have to do.
But besides those two (and possibly more) factories, there’s also a fantastic image of Australia on someone’s nature strip. It’s on Lenne St if you ever want to see it for yourself.
There’s also something for all those American Dad! and Family Guy fans out there. I really don’t think I have to actually say what it is, since this picture probably says all that needs to be said.
And I also took many, many pictures of the river and the flood waters. They’re nowhere near as impressive as what they were on Sunday when the others first arrived. But it still looks pretty cool. Especially since I haven’t seen any river that (or this. Not sure which) full for a very long time.

Road Trip

So tomorrow I go and join my work mates in Shep tomorrow.

It's probably a good thing that I'll only be door knocking for most of the time I'm there. I can't imagine that there's all that much to do in Shep (besides get blind drunk for the whole time).

If I wasn't going to be door knocking (and annoying people [which can be fun]), I'd probably get straight back on the train as soon as I arrive there.

But if I can, I will try and get some pictures of the landmarks of Shep.

And if there's no famous landmarks there, I'll make up my own and make them famous.

Actually ... that sounds like a good idea. I might just do that anyway!

So, stay tuned, peeps, and I'll show you the new famous landmarks of Shep.

Centre Link

Centre Link offices really are the places hope goes to die.

There is only despair in them.

The people who go in there for whatever reason (usually forced upon them by Centre Link) have given up hope. They're now just doing their best not to sink any further, struggling to stay afloat ... I'd say hoping to stay afloat. But like I said, hope has died for these people.

Even the Centre Link employees seem to have given up hope.

I guess it would be depressing working in a Centre Link office. Being surrounded by that desperate despair. No sign of hope unless it's gone there to die.

Everyone just goes about their business, doing their best to hide their despair, praying that no one will notice.

Work and Exercise

I can't believe the difference four days of walking has made to my weight ... even with the weekend and the associated heavy drinking that's in the middle of those four days.

Yesterday I realized that I now HAVE to wear a belt with my pants. In the past I've been able to get away with not wearing a belt if I couldn't be bothered with it.

Not anymore!

But while this job is a good way for me to get regular exercise without having to get a gym membership (hey, no I can save money on that in the new year), it's not so good for my bung knee.

Yeah. I apparently have a dodgy knee. I don't know why or how. But after a couple of days of walking around town, knocking on doors all day it gets really sore and stiff and I can barely move it.

It's really annoying.

Not to mention painful.

And ... yeah, I don't know what else.

I just really hope it doesn't get any worse today.

Door to Door Sales Person

So I rencently got a job. And about time!

It's nothing spectacular. In fact, it's probably the very opposite of spectacular ... unspectacular some might even say.

But the point is that I have finally got myself a job (so, hooray and all that for me!).

I'm now a door to door sales person for Austar ... ok, so the bossman calls it something else (can't remember what though), because the name door to door sales person really drags what we do through the mud ... but let's not get too concerned about nicties. Let's just call it what it is. I'm a damned door to door sales person.

I now get to annoy people in their homes, trying to get them to sign up to Austar.

At least I will once I get this stupid training out of the way.

The only thing worse than being a door to door sales person is training to be a door to door sales person. It is SOOOOOOOOOOOO fucking boring! I seriously hope that once I get out into the field things will start looking better ... or at least more interesting.

Yeah So ...

As you might, or possibly, not have guessed, I've decided to start writing about my day.

Ok, so it may not be all that new of an idea! In fact one of the most unoriginalists ideas ever! But I totally have my reasons.

Not that I'm going to share ... at least not at this point in time.

But if you've been paying attention to my FB, Twitter and EP posts then you'l be well aware that I had a job interview today ... if you can call it an interview ... since the door to door salesman, Chris, totally pulled some strings for me well after the first interview or two, I'm not sure it can be called that.

But Whatever.

I was at the "Open Day" thing for the job today, which detailed what it was about (surprise surprise, 100% commission based work). It doesn't sound too bad. In fact it sounds quite cushy; I only have to make a sale a day at the very least, and I'll be earning around about $400 a week (more than I'm getting from Centre Link).

And if I make 30 sale, I'll get free Austar.

So guess what my sales aim is for the next 4 weeks?

I'm hoping (and assuming!) that I don't really have to tell you.

My fingers are totally crossed for landing this job. I know it requires a lot more effort than I really want to exert. But I should be used to this kind of shit; I mean, I'm a writer, right?

But this job will also hopefully give me some more insight into how people work, think and talk ...

Racist Acts

Yeah, so I was just out the back having a smoke (yeah, I know it's a dirty habit), when I heard the sound of glass smashing. I looked down the street, where the sound had come from, and saw a couple of kids kind of half running, half hiding. Evidently eager to get away as fast as possible while not being seen.

It really didn't take much (if anything) to figure out just which window they had smashed; the milkbar.

It's not the first time the milkbar window has been smashed. It has been smashed two or three time in the last six months ... probably why the owners have decided to leave the lights on all the time.

But what gets me, is that the milkbar was never targeted until six months ago, when the Asian couple took over.

So I'm thinking that people are targeting the milkbar for a very specific, ignorant reason. And I'm sure you do too.

I don't know why people have decided to do this crap to the new owners. They are the nicest people ever. They're always smiling and so happy whenever I go into the shop. They make me want to keep going back and buying stuff from there despite the priceness of a milkbar, because they're just so happy.

And that makes the window smashing even nastier and bigoted.

All these morons are proving is just how ignorant they really are.

We Need to Take Care of Our Own

It's time our government closed our borders to immigrants. Or at the very least, drastically slash the number of immigrants allowed into the country, and completely stop letting in asylum seekers.

Sounds terrible, doesn't it?

But hear me out before you start condemning me.

As you're probably very unaware, Australia has one of the highest rates of poverty in the world (last time I looked we were like the third highest). This is actually quite alarming as we Aussies like to think of ourselves living in the "lucky country."

Evidently this is the case for a few of us.

So clearly the government started throwing money at this problem, and improve EVERYONE'S standard of living ... at least those living in poverty and squalor. The rich really don't need their living standards improved.

And the best way to get this much needed money?

Why, simply using all of the money that is poured into immigration, particuarly asylum seekers and detention centres ... which won't be needed once we stop asylum seekers entering the country.

And don't even get me started on the government's plan to give $4000 of taxpayer money to asylum seekers to go back home and get work and/or start up a business!

Clearly those people fled their home country because of political reasons, not because they had no money! And if they did come here seeking asylum because they're too poor back home, then why haven't the poverty stricken people here jumped into boats to seek asylum elsewhere?

That taxpayer money (and I mean all of it that's spent on immigration) would be better spent here, fixing up communities that desperately need it, that are just breeding poorer and poorer people with each generation.

How are we meant to help these asylum seekers when we're not even taking care of our own?

At the moment the government is trying to do both, and is doing a half arsed job at both.

If the government could just focus on our own, then we could bring the ENTIRE country up to scratch, and then (and only then!)can we think about helping these asylum seekers. But not before!

And then maybe all of those abused kids in foster care might also get the attention they desperately need to live full and healthy lives. At the moment, they're just languishing in depressing circemstances, overlooked by the system.

Again, not accepting the asylum seekers would mean that there would be more money to be spent on child welfare, which would mean there'd be a lot less deaths in the system.

And it's not like I'm suggesting that we stop accepting asylum seekers forever. I'm just saying that we only stop accepting them until there is no poverty in Australia, and that everyone has very similar living standards.

That way when we do finally start accepting asylum seekers again, we'd be better able to help them settle down here, instead of just handing them their papers and throwing them into an alien environment.

Norfolk Island Carbon Credit Scheme

Just read about some half cocked leftist plan, ok experiment, for Norfolk Island. And trust me, it’s completely moronic and makes you think of totalitarian rulers like Franco, Hitler and Stalin. I’m sure they all did something similar and with similar reasons; “the good of the people.”
You hear those five words and you automatically know that it’s not going to be good. Far, far, far from it.
The government has okayed this carbon rations experiment on Norfolk island. It’s supposed to help cut down green house gases and help prevent global warming (*laughs* what a joke!), and prevent and/or lower obesity.
Sounds fair enough … except for the bit about global warming. Those little words spell DISASTER! for any sane, logical person. You know, people who know that global warming is a massive CON!
Yeah.
That’s right.
I said it.
And you know I’m right.
Just look at the facts … or at least the most important fact; the planet is COOLING down … and I guess the other most important fact; the earth has natural cooling and heating periods.
Climate change is NATURAL, and to try and prevent that is even worse than the damn imagined disaster you’re trying to prevent … fools.
But I digress …
Norfolk Island …
They want to introduce carbon credit cards to the island, and the Norfolkians (is that what they’re called?) have a set amount to purchase their fuel, food, electricity, gas etc etc. I’m sure you get my drift.
And I’m also sure that you have already realized (since this is also to lower obesity) that fatty foods will cost more credits than healthy food.
Sounds good so far, doesn’t it?
But remember that things that have to be imported from the mainland will also cost more, because of all of those pesky green house emissions caused getting it there.
Not sounding so good now is it?
Healthy and fatty foods costing about the same and being grossly expensive.
But what about all of Norfolk’s natural produce, I hear you ask.
Good question. I’m glad you asked.
I’m pretty certain that Norfolk doesn’t have much of an agricultural industry. It’s only a small island. And even if it did, it wouldn’t be enough to provide for the entire island.
But wait! There’s more;
Each year the carbon credits will be cut down so that they become rarer and rarer and therefore more expensive for the poor suckers who blow all their carbon credits (maybe that’ll teach them not to eat).
So the carbon credits will most likely be worth more than their weight in gold, and the Norfolkians (I’m sticking with it now!) will all rush to leave the island when living there becomes outrageously expensive, and/or there’ll be a roaring black market for carbon credits (who needs to deal drugs when you can deal with carbon credits?).
And most likely, the government will see this experiment has a massive success, and the rest of Australia will be stuck with the same thing (and we won’ eased into it like the Norfolkians). So it may well be time to relocate to another, saner, country if this passes.

Creepy Much?

Little girl beauty pageants and the parents who enter their girls into them are just a complete mystery to me.

Oh, not to mention the double standards and hypocrisey of these ugly things ... yeah, that's right, I just called a beauty pageant ugly. And that's exactly what little girl beauty pageants are!

Actually, ALL beauty pageants are ugly!

I mean, there's this whole outcry from parents about children today being too sexualised and not given the chance to be kids. Today's culture is just too sexualised and all that. I'm sure everyone is familiar with this old cry. It is in the news at least once a week.

But then these parent will go and enter their girls into these beauty pageants.

Makes complete sense, doesn't it?

Complain and whinge about everything being too sexualised for kids, and then going and entering young girls into pageants, where they're judged purely on their looks. And I'm assuming that the sexier the girl looks, the better her chances are of winning. Oh, I know people say that's not how it works. But only stupid, niave people believe this.

And then there's the whole darker side of child beauty pageants.

They're nothing but a chance for pedo's to come in and watch parents parade their girls to the world as jail bait. Little girl beauty pageants really should be called jail bait pageants, because that's all they really are. And I just can't believe that no one seems to have made the connection between little girl beauty pageants and pedo's. I mean, these pageants have got to be a pedo's dream; lot's of little girls all slutted up and being paraded around like pieces of meat. It really can't get better than that for them ... and the girls must be very insecure and lonely, so I can't imagine that it would be too hard for a pedo to lure a girl away with him.

Then there's what these pageants must do to the girl's self esteem (if they survive the pedo's). I can't imagine that many of them would have great self esteem after being subjected to the beauty pageants.

Little girl beauty pageants are nothing more than a sad excuse for sad has been mothers to try and live their dreams of becoming a beauty queen through their daughters.

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

To Loki's Playpen With It

Well, as I just posted as my Experience Project status, curse my insomnia!
Although I don’t really know why I’m surprised it. I can never sleep at night. I guess I’m just angry with the fact that I have just given up on sleep at all, instead of just waiting to fall asleep at dawn like I usually do.
And I suppose the fact that I’m drinking coffee now isn’t going to help the fact.
Actually, scratch that! The fact that I’m drinking coffee is irrelevant.
I have no hope of going to sleep until tonight, and I have no intention of having a nana nap during any point of today.
And as soon as it’s lighter I’m going for a walk. I’d go for a walk now, but it’s raining. I’m hoping that by the time it’s lighter, the rain will have stopped. I know I’m being optimistic, but …

Writing

So apparently it doesn’t really matter what room I’m in when I’m writing. I’ve just got to warm up before jumping into my stories.
I guess that’s why I keep this journal.
That. And some of the shit I write goes into my blog as well.
But after my previous entry, I was able to write a fair bit on my story I was complaining about. Admittedly, I’m stuck now and probably haven’t written as much as I would’ve liked. But it’s an improvement on the previous week.
And I did also spend a fair bit of time looking for short story competitions.
Which, as it turns out, there’s quite a few if you know where to look … actually, it’s all about knowing where to look, I think. I found a really helpful site that tells me about competitions for each month. So I’m definitely going to keep that tab open and keep an eye on competitions. Even if it doesn’t actually mention The Age Short Story competition. But that may because that comp is already closed *sigh* But there’s always next year for that one.
But the best thing about finding all these competitions is that I’m once again enthused about writing, and can actually see some hope of being a successful fiction writer.
My writing future is looking bright once more.

Writing

Ok, suffering from serious writer’s block at the moment. It’s so uncool. I just want to get on and continue with my story I’m currently writing. I know where I want to take it. I’m not entirely sure.
But that’s not really the point.
I don’t believe in planning stories like that. It’s very restrictive, and stunts character development, which I already know what I want to do, and how.
The problem is that while I have all these plans on how the characters will develop, and the vague outline of the story, I don’t really know how to get there.
The nuts and bolts of the story are what’s giving me the issues so to speak.
At the moment, my two main characters are stuck at the airport buying coffee, and I want to at least get them to the hotel before starting on a short story or two to enter into a couple of competitions.
But at the rate I’m going with this story, I’m not sure I’m going to get them to the hotel anytime soon.
Actually it’s just occurred to me it might be the room that I’m sitting while I’m trying to write. I don’t think I’ve ever successfully written more than a couple of paragraphs when I’ve been in the lounge room. I’ve always been more successful when I’ve written in the so called dining room (it’s supposed to be the dining room, but we don’t use it for that).
I guess I’ve just come to associate the lounge room with procrastination and the like.
So maybe I should just change my location.
Although as it is, this was just a writing exercise to help me get into the flow of writing in the hopes that it would help me with my story that I’m stuck on at the moment.

Who I Am

I was chatting to someone on Experience Project. She had some English essay due about who she was. That got me thinking about who I was:
Soooooo,
Who am I?
I guess I’m an alcoholic (although I can survive not drinking), penniless student. I never have enough money to pay for my life (even if I go without alcohol and smokes). I certainly don’t live in any kind of reality than my own … which is probably why I never have any money.
I also seem to live the lifestyle of some washed up B-grade writer, which makes me even more bitter than I really should be.
But at the same time, I’m fiercely proud and independent, and can’t stand the fact that I have to rely on Centre Link for my income. That just makes me even angrier about the fact that I’m unable to find a job.
I’D LOVE A JOB!
That would mean that I wouldn’t have to rely on Centre Link for my money.

2010 AFL Grand Final

Well, today is grand final day. So naturally that means we’ll be getting extremely drunk while watching the footy. It’s the only day that this is acceptable … unless you’re an avid footy fan … and then you’re probably the feral sort who does this with the flimsiest of excuses; “Oh, it’s raining today” *turn on TV and sit down with a freshly opened stubby* “Oh, it’s sunny outside today” *turn TV on and sit down with a freshly opened stubby* “Oh, I’m meant to go report to Centre Link today” *turn on TV and sit down with a freshly opened stubby*
Aaaaand so on.
But on grand final day, no one can judge you for this behaviour. In fact, it’s actively encouraged (except by the cops, who have to deal with feral drunks later on in the evening). Although as long as you do it with mates. If you do this alone, you’re just sad.
Even sadder than the afore mentioned drunk bogan.
No one cares what teams are playing … although, we Victorians do get pretty upset if there isn’t at least one Victorian team playing. It doesn’t matter if you’re team is playing or not. It’s just a fantastic excuse to get drunk with mates.
But if you’re team is playing, well, congrats!
I hope they win … unless my team is also playing. Then, in which case, I will want my team to win and your team to go to hell.
So later on today, everyone will be decked out in red, black and white or black and white and everywhere will be deserted and reminiscent of a ghost town. Or at least that’s how it will be in Victoria … except perhaps in Geelong.
Soooooo, let the drinking begin!
Let’s getting ready for the first bounce!
Let’s hope the Saints are more than a match for the Pies!
And let’s hope that it’s a close game, since it’ll get boring if it’s a one sided match.

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.

Essay Writing

Well, I can safely say that playing Smash Bros is way more fun than essay writing. So much more fun.
Actually …
No I can’t.
I haven’t actually made a start on the essay.
It’s been so long since I actually wrote an essay, I’m not sure that I even know how to anymore.
The afore mentioned statement about Smash Bros being more fun was merely an assumption, based on remote, far gone memories … and the assumption that anything study related isn’t fun.
Not that that last assumption is much of an assumption. More a widely known fact.

Study

Well, here I am at 1:35pm Monday afternoon. I have an essay due in a couple of hours, and a talk to give tomorrow morning.
Now guess how much of that work I’ve actually done.
Come on. Guess.
Come on. Come on. Come on!
Yeah, that’s right. None
Absolutely nothing.
I clearly need to work on my work/study ethic, because at the moment it’s just non-existent. And I’m pretty certain that I can’t just cruise through uni and pass like this.
Oh. It’d be nice if I could. But I seriously doubt that it’s possible. I think the whole point of uni is to study and push yourself. And the lecturers and tutors certainly like to make sure that everyone has to actually work to be able to pass.
The bastards!
Man, now I curse those nice cruisey high school days where I didn’t have to put much (if any) effort into my work and receive good marks … I think it’s clear where I developed my fantastic work/study ethic.
Not that the essay is worrying me much. It’s only 1200 words, and I already have a plan that we did in the tute. So even if I hand it in late, it won’t be overly late (a day or two).
But this talk is really worrying me.
For one thing I hate giving talks.
Because I can give the same talk to the same group of people outside of class and be completely fine. But as soon as I get into the classroom with the knowledge that I’m going to be marked, and I just fall to pieces.
Yeah, not good at giving talks.
But it’s not just that.
Apart from the obvious fact that I’m so not prepared for tomorrow, I don’t really know what it is I’m supposed to be researching/giving the talk on. We weren’t too clear on details when we were figuring out the details last week.
So I’m seriously considering flaking tomorrow, and not turn up.
I know that’s extremely bad form considering it’s supposed to be group assignment, and that I’ll be letting down the other two in my group. But I really don’t see any other alternative … apart from actually doing the work. But that’s just crazy.

Immigration into Australia Must Stop!

I thought of a good reason to stop immigration into Australia!
And it’s a fantastic reason.
The rest of Australia will agree with me on this … at least white Australia will.
And my reason for stopping immigration to Australia is this; this foreign devils, especially the coloured foreigners, have way too much respect and consideration for the elderly and the infirm (including pregnant women, which Davis bus lines, at least, seems to consider a “condition”.
It’s one thing I’ve noticed, especially on public transport, that it’s only the ethnic people who will actually get up and give their seats to the elderly, pregnant women or the infirm.
THEY ARE MAKING THE REST OF US LOOK BAD!
They are shaming us! These foreign devils are shaming us!
That’s why immigration into Australia must stop!
No Australian born citizen should be shamed like this in our own country.
What this immigrants are doing is just plain unaustralian.

Crime and Punishment

Lame title, I know. But it works.
After watching Underbelly I have decided that there a certain crimes that the perpetuators need to suffer the same fate as their victims … actually only two crimes;
Animal cruelty and paedophilia.
People who torture and kill animals deserve to suffer that very same thing they inflicted. See how they like it!
And paedophiles!
Those bastards deserve to be whipped, have all their parts chopped off and fed to them, and then sent off to prison for life to be at the mercy of the general prison populace. See how they like being raped all the time!

Why a Big Australia is a Bad Idea

I’m watching a documentary by Dick Smith about Australia’s population growth. I really don’t know why this is the first (that I’m aware of) documentary on the subject. Especially since most of the points being brought up seem to be common sense.
I hope that it wakens enough people, and make the pollies decide (or realize) that a big population is a seriously bad idea … and not because of racial reasons.
But because Australia just can’t support it!
I mean, it’s common sense.
Australia is, in fact, a big, open, unpopulated country. And this is the basis for a Big Australia policy/belief; “there’s plenty of room for more people.”
Well, there may be room for more people. But people who say this annoy me, because they’ve clearly never been out of the city and don’t know anything about the country.
There is a reason why all of Australia’s major cities all cling to the coastline (Alice Springs doesn’t count as a major city). It’s because most of the interior of Australia is a fucking desert!
A desert!
Yeah, that's right a desert.
That means that there’s going be a limited amount of important things like water.
Space really has nothing to do with it.
It’s all about water.
There’s only a limited amount of water … and we’re already on water restrictions. And we’re in the middle of a drought.
Less water coming in, and more people coming in spells bad news to the population.
It really doesn’t matter how much space a country has if there’s no water. No water means no population. And yet, people really seem to struggle with this. They just can’t comprehend this.
Instead they resort to the age old accusations of racism when faced with this simple fact;
“Oh. You don’t want more immigrants in Australia? You’re clearly racist, and a horrible person because of that. No one should listen to you, because you’re wrong, because you’re racist!”
Well, I’m sorry if I want to continue to have clean drinking water and being able to take regular showers! Not to mention the fact that there’ll no longer be enough food if the population keeps increasing like it is.

2010 Federal Election

This federal election campaign is most likely going to go down in history as one of the most boring. Ever!
But it seems that Mark Latham is doing his best to change this; he keeps hijacking policy launches.
In a few years when we look back at this election, all we’re going to remember is Latham and his aggressive pit bull style “journalism”.
Now the question is who is Latham going to confront next in this election?
He’s already pissed Abbott and Gillard off. Most likely the next time he tries that little stunt with them again, their security will make sure he doesn’t get anywhere near either of them. Brown just isn’t important or popular enough to really make the news if or when Latham decides to question him.

Aneamia and Insomnia

Anaemia and Insomnia.
Pretty bad combination to have.
And yet, I’m certain that’s the combo I have.
The insomnia is nothing new; I’ve had that for as long as I can remember. It’s never really been a problem for me. I learned very quickly how to cope with that … probably why I like to sleep in.
But the Anaemia is something new.
Actually not that new if I think about it: I think I’ve had it for awhile, but it only clicked this weekend what it may be.
Saturday I was still exhausted from (what I assumed) the two full on days at Uni earlier in the week. That’s when I realized that after three days of doing shit all, I shouldn’t be so exhausted. I then went over my diet for the last week, and realized that I had basically been mainlining red meat … unhealthy amounts. A quick check of the inside of my eyelids confirmed my sudden suspicion;
I’m anaemic.
It explains so much.
Like why I always struggle to get up, and easily sleep in until the mid afternoon every day. I’d just been thinking that these sleep ins were due to my insomnia and my constant late nights … although I did think it was a bit odd on the few occasions that I got an early night, and still slept in really late.
So now, I’m going to have to completely change my diet to include foods high in iron. I’ll also probably have to take iron pills. Both of which sound like a major hassle (although I’m not complaining about “having” to eat more red meat).
I just hope it’s not going to cost too much.
I’ve also got to talk to the doctor and get blood tests and all that. But I know the symptoms. So it’ll just be confirming what I already know. But the doc will be able to give me advice on what I’ll need to do.

Eating Healthy in the Media

I’m sensing some mixed messages in the media at the moment. And I know that I can’t be the only one seeing it. Anyone with half a brain should be able to see … and if you can’t, what’s wrong with you?
Come on, you know what I’m talking about …
Actually maybe not … I haven’t yet specified what I’m talking about.
Oops.
What I’m talking about is the whole eating healthy message the government seems so desperate to promote.
There. Now we’re on the same page.
But you know what I mean, right?
All over the TV, radio and possibly even billboards, there’s ads about how we should eat three servings of fruit and five servings of vegies everyday. And anything low fat is good, since high fat in food kind of undoes the fruit and veg you’ve been eating. The same goes with salt. Low salt is preferable.
So listening/watching the ads, we know that if we want to live and eat healthy we need to eat plenty of fruit and veg and make sure that we consume/use as little fat and salt as possible.
It’s just that simple.
But thanks to Channel Ten, and their latest successful TV show, most of Australia has been busy watching Master Chef.
You know, it sounds good. It sounds like a nice easy way to promote the healthy eating message.
Well, let’s face it; the public is notoriously stupid. Their children even more so. Therefore it would take something as hot as Master Chef to help promote eating healthy. Maybe then some people would actually heed it.
But after watching any episode of Master Chef, it quickly becomes very apparent that the show doesn’t promote healthy eating. It doesn’t even come close to doing anything even resembling healthy.
Everyone, judges, contestants and guest chef’s alike, doesn’t seem to think a dish can be any good without a very liberal amount of oil (plus a little extra for good measure), a huge amount of butter, and a “pinch” of salt, which looks more like a handful at best.
You’d think that today, with everyone being so concerned about healthy and the rising levels of obesity, that fatty looking foods would be bypassed in favour of food a little more heart smart. I’d have thought that whoever’s in charge of such things would’ve made Master Chef do much healthier food. Even if it’s at least a token effort at healthier.
Apparently the public isn’t the only stupid group of people in the country.

How Sad It Is

What a sad state things are today;
Marrion being evicted from Master Chef last was bigger news than some nut job throwing an egg at the PM.
I didn’t see anything about Julia Gillard being egged today in the Herald Sun. Admittedly, I read it the Sun online, and skim over a lot of stuff. But, Marrion being kicked off Master Chef was major headline news, and all I’ve been hearing about on the radio. In fact, I think the Marrion thing got billed on the 5 o’clock news before Julia being egged did.
So, that got me to wondering.
Does the Australian mainstream media really believe the Australian public to be so dumb and moronic, they we now only care about the “celebrities” on reality shows, and couldn’t give a rat’s arse about the leader of or country? Or does the mainstream media only show this dribble because the public is that brainless and stupid, that it’s the only way to keep ratings up?