Tuesday, May 29, 2007

destiny's child

"Those who serve are not fatalists or cynics," he added. "They know that one day this war will end, as all wars do. Our duty is to make sure this war was worth the sacrifice" and that the fighting men and women succeeded — and "where tyrants and terrorists are frustrated and foiled ... where our nation is more secure from attack."

"This is our country's calling," Mr. Bush said. "It's our country's destiny."

I guess it was just the "destiny" of a oil rich country to be invaded and thousands of it's citizens slaughtered.

I guess it was the "destiny" of Halliburton to get billions of dollars in 'no bid contracts' government in Iraq.

I guess it was "destiny" that the Cheney, Rumsfeld and Bush families directly and indirectly financially benefited from such contracts.

I'm beginning to think US politics was safer for the rest of the world when a semi-demented president used astrology to help him dictate foreign policy.

Saturday, May 26, 2007


Where has our beloved Brownie gone? Her blogspot has been cleaned out with new inhabitants waiting to move in. I miss you Brownie. Come back! ...or at least tell me where you are


Sunday, May 20, 2007

welcome home David!

Nothing like resolving a politically uncomfortable situation before the next general election. Of course, keeping the said jailbird muzzled til after The Nation Decides was never a condition of his transfer from this end. Think of it as a little present from Uncle George.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

trivia - my first concert

You know the part on Rockwiz where they ask "what was the first concert you went to?"...this is why I'd never try out to go on the show.

I hate to admit my first concert was Rod Stewart – who knows what album but I think that was the time of “We are Sailing” and “Tonight’s the Night” (I don’t even know if those are the actual titles of the songs but you get the picture). It was on a Sunday night but a group of us made a picnic and went in a gang, camping out on the grounds when the gates opened probably around 3 in the afternoon. My friend had made roast beef sandwiches – even my current day non-meat consuming self remembers them as being delicious. We probably drank Tang. Being my first concert I had a lot to learn. The most important being “The Height Issue”. Barely topping 5 ft and at an age where one stood in what would one day be called the mosh pit, actually seeing the action, rather than just sniffing dripping armpits would become a life long quest. Fortunately I lucked it as I happened to be kissing a very tall guy at the time who was fortunately also at the concert. I watched most of the show perched on his shoulders. As I likely weighed a mere 45 kg at the time and he was an athlete, he didn’t seem to mind. I wouldn’t try it these days. It was one of those moments where the best part of childhood met new found adolescence, sitting on a man/boy’s shoulders and staying up late.

I got into a shit load of trouble getting home from the concert late on a school night. My mother had calculated to the minute what time I should get home and was very annoyed when I sauntered in an hour or 2 later than that. She hadn’t factored in me pashing the tall boy in the back of the car down the road till I my jaw ached.

It would be a while til I was allowed to go out to a concert on a school night again.

What was your first concert?

Sunday, May 13, 2007

..and a happy day to you too

Happy "Deliberately Barren"* Day - to all my fellow child-free friends! Enjoy the peace and quiet, the absence of tack or commercialism and the (hopefully) bright sunny day where ever you are.

Avoid thinking about sexist politicians, being ignored in the budget yet again and going out for lunch today, just roll over with a coffee and a good book.

* I missed the hoopla around this last week being in NZ but thanks to Pavlov, at least I know where I can get the T-shirt


Thursday, May 10, 2007

back from the coal face

Family update:

Mother – with a mind resembling Swiss cheese these days, has to go through the indignity of being not believed by her children whenever she remembers things correctly that they know nothing about. No wonder she is confused!

Father – is grumpy and frustrated with the change of roles at home. Even more so when mum plays hide the remote control, in fact denying she has ever touched the remote. This resulted in 2 nights with no television news or watching endless documentaries about WW2 on the history channel. Come to think of it, I think mum hid it on purpose having had a week of him being away which meant minimal news and watching as many reruns on UK TV that she desired.

Daughter (the younger) – a little weary after a week of providing respite care. Is now revelling in moments of silence without all day talkback radio blaring. This is an exert of the cream of Wellington radio from the other day.

Caller 1: (in response to a recent gang shooting incident) I think they should bring in compulsory military training. It will give these people a reason to get out of bed in the morning and a sense of purpose in life…

Caller 2: I agree – but the 10 weeks I had in training wasn’t enough, they need it to be much longer. And take a leaf from the Israeli book and make the girls do it too – don’t you know it’s women who kill their children, not the men…

Yes! – let’s train gang members in the correct usage of firearms and other explosives. Then when they shoot at each other they’ll hit their intended target not an infant sitting on the sofa.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

free wifi

Wellington airport - and I'm talking New Zealand not a spot on the map in Florida - has free wifi. It's a little flukey to connect to but once up and running it was a dream. A passing German tourist asked me how I did it - the trick is to type in an email address on the registration page.

Now of all the times I have sat in that airport alone, waiting an hour or so to board my flight back to Australia - there was a free internet connection and a laptop - and every member of my immediate family! It would have been rude, wouldn't it - to sign on and read a weeks worth of mail, do a quick blog post, catch up on bloglines?

...thus you'll have to wait another day for a real post!
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