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Friday, January 28, 2005
Thursday night TV was certainly something to write home about.
Anyone who works in any kind of company knows that there are always a group of men at the top who, well, quite frankly noone quite knows how the hell they got there. A combination of a big gob, a nice suit and a lot of luck. (Ah how I'm tempted to digress. I won't, I like my job. Well the money bit anyway)
This is what crossed my mind when I sat down to watch Farenheit 9/11. Everyone knows at least one dickhead who managed to float beneath the radar and then pops up in a big role and that's okay when it's a supermarket chain or or something, but it's a big fekkin wake up call when it the President of the friggin United States!
It was truely frightening. The fact that in actual fact a whole bunch of people that we don't know or the American people never voted for are almost definately pulling the strings is a very frightening thing.
In a company senario we all indulge the idiots at the top and just do whatever they want because at the end of the day it won't harm anyone, we get paid and we at least get to push through some cool stuff. But at the end of the day, we all know that someone is fighting for their moment of glory, their knighthood, their name in the book of Who's Who, people who are sad enough that they need to put their mark on the world to justify themselves being here.
But some decisions affect more than just a company, they affect people not just in one country, but in many countries. They affect whole lives.
I'm not running for office, but if I was and I did something wrong, and I knew that I done something wrong, I would say so, because at the end of the day, it's not about me. What upsets me is this 'damage limitation' stuff which deals with making the individual come out the other end smelling of roses.
I'm not against troops going into Iraq, the way I see it, most of our refugees were from Iraq. So, you either say, sorry you can't come in cos there's not a problem in your country, or you say, yes there is a problem, come stay with us and we will go in and get rid of the dictatorship.
I don't think anyone sees it that way. Can you imagine if noone would have bothered helping the Jews when Hitler was killing them?
Watching F 9/11 did change my opinion somewhat though about western intervention.
My mother, an Austrian Catholic, suffered somewhat under the Nazi activity, (they were egotistical little shits to everyone). My mothers family thought the yanks were great. Even though General Pattern chucked them out of their house so that they could have their HQ there, the americans were harsh but fair. They demanded everyone give up their weapons, searched their houses by force, but they gave chocs and chewing gum to the kids and were very kind. They went after the old Nazis and whooped them in front of the regular people. they were heros. My mum even ended up getting a doggie from a soldier called Cisco.
That's not the impression I got from the soldiers in Iraq( in this programme ). Some of them were talking about listening to pumpin' music and shooting the hell outta people. I do believe most of this programme is just propaganda, but i do think the game has changed.
There's a Jewish saying, that you should do a mitzvah every day. That means do a good deed.
It might make a difference.
Anyone who works in any kind of company knows that there are always a group of men at the top who, well, quite frankly noone quite knows how the hell they got there. A combination of a big gob, a nice suit and a lot of luck. (Ah how I'm tempted to digress. I won't, I like my job. Well the money bit anyway)
This is what crossed my mind when I sat down to watch Farenheit 9/11. Everyone knows at least one dickhead who managed to float beneath the radar and then pops up in a big role and that's okay when it's a supermarket chain or or something, but it's a big fekkin wake up call when it the President of the friggin United States!
It was truely frightening. The fact that in actual fact a whole bunch of people that we don't know or the American people never voted for are almost definately pulling the strings is a very frightening thing.
In a company senario we all indulge the idiots at the top and just do whatever they want because at the end of the day it won't harm anyone, we get paid and we at least get to push through some cool stuff. But at the end of the day, we all know that someone is fighting for their moment of glory, their knighthood, their name in the book of Who's Who, people who are sad enough that they need to put their mark on the world to justify themselves being here.
But some decisions affect more than just a company, they affect people not just in one country, but in many countries. They affect whole lives.
I'm not running for office, but if I was and I did something wrong, and I knew that I done something wrong, I would say so, because at the end of the day, it's not about me. What upsets me is this 'damage limitation' stuff which deals with making the individual come out the other end smelling of roses.
I'm not against troops going into Iraq, the way I see it, most of our refugees were from Iraq. So, you either say, sorry you can't come in cos there's not a problem in your country, or you say, yes there is a problem, come stay with us and we will go in and get rid of the dictatorship.
I don't think anyone sees it that way. Can you imagine if noone would have bothered helping the Jews when Hitler was killing them?
Watching F 9/11 did change my opinion somewhat though about western intervention.
My mother, an Austrian Catholic, suffered somewhat under the Nazi activity, (they were egotistical little shits to everyone). My mothers family thought the yanks were great. Even though General Pattern chucked them out of their house so that they could have their HQ there, the americans were harsh but fair. They demanded everyone give up their weapons, searched their houses by force, but they gave chocs and chewing gum to the kids and were very kind. They went after the old Nazis and whooped them in front of the regular people. they were heros. My mum even ended up getting a doggie from a soldier called Cisco.
That's not the impression I got from the soldiers in Iraq( in this programme ). Some of them were talking about listening to pumpin' music and shooting the hell outta people. I do believe most of this programme is just propaganda, but i do think the game has changed.
There's a Jewish saying, that you should do a mitzvah every day. That means do a good deed.
It might make a difference.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
It's New Year again isn't it, and every year I think about making some resolutions and one of them is invariably to update my blog and do something remotely entertaining with my website.
Another of my resolutions is to stop being such a clumsy oaf. It's a wonder that Eric hasn't booted me out of his flat telling me never to cross it's threshold again. As it is he's been very patient, although he has restricted my movements so that I am not allowed within a 1 metre radious of his laptop. Fair enough. He's seen the state of mine.
My recent bad streak started with me spilling brandy into his keyboard while he was out. It was fine for a while, but then the letters started coming out in a strange way. At first I attributed this to the brandy which had managed to make its way into my mouth, but after about 10 minutes of denial and trying to have some sort of dyslexic panic attack on IRC I admitted defeat. In a vain attempt to fix it before he got home, I tried to 'steam out the brandy'. 'You're steaming your computer?!?' said Lila on IRC. ' wl Ibbbbbbve gdosduubbbbbbb' I replied. The steaming involved boiling some water, putting it into a mug and waving the keyboard over it. At best a couple of fluff balls fell into the mug. In the end in true Michelle fashion I turned off the PC, went to bed and hoped that it would be okay in the morning.
It wasn't.
Eric ended up taking the whole thing apart. 'Brandy was it?' he said as the sticky sweet aroma hit our nostrils. There have been a few more spillage incidents, but I have now graduated to much grander acts of mindless vandalism.
Could have happened to anyone. The curtain often drapes itself on the chair by the computer and on one occasion I sat on it and the bracket that holds the curtain rail sort of came out of the wall. I surveyed the damage from a few different perspectives and decided that you could hardly notice, if you tilted your head, squinted a little and ignored any other point of reference. Eric wasn't tilting his head or any one of those things when he came home.
'Oh that' I said, 'the curtain raped itself on the chair, really not my fault at all'. He shrugged. Luckily as he rents he's not really bothered what the place looks like. There are dents in the ceiling from him throwing his boots up there when there was a junky DJ living upstairs. He eventually got 'booted' out by the environmental health people when Eric kept grassing him up.
Anyway, I decided that enough was really enough at about 3am this morning when Eric came home about 60 seconds after the curtain rail hit me on the head. The story that I'm sticking to is that it 'just fell' and that I was dreadfully injured. In reality, while sitting beneath it I realised that it really did look quite awful and I was wondering if it was as loose as it looked. I was convinced that it was quite firmly rooted and gave it a tug. I hadn't actually counted on the opposite senario and felt rather caught in the act when Eric came in only moments later.
At the tender age of 29, I feel that I now need to be treated like those either at the very beginning or nearing the end of their mortality. Those that really shouldn't be left alone for their own safety. I probably shouldn't drive or use heavy machinary either.
Another of my resolutions is to stop being such a clumsy oaf. It's a wonder that Eric hasn't booted me out of his flat telling me never to cross it's threshold again. As it is he's been very patient, although he has restricted my movements so that I am not allowed within a 1 metre radious of his laptop. Fair enough. He's seen the state of mine.
My recent bad streak started with me spilling brandy into his keyboard while he was out. It was fine for a while, but then the letters started coming out in a strange way. At first I attributed this to the brandy which had managed to make its way into my mouth, but after about 10 minutes of denial and trying to have some sort of dyslexic panic attack on IRC I admitted defeat. In a vain attempt to fix it before he got home, I tried to 'steam out the brandy'. 'You're steaming your computer?!?' said Lila on IRC. ' wl Ibbbbbbve gdosduubbbbbbb' I replied. The steaming involved boiling some water, putting it into a mug and waving the keyboard over it. At best a couple of fluff balls fell into the mug. In the end in true Michelle fashion I turned off the PC, went to bed and hoped that it would be okay in the morning.
It wasn't.
Eric ended up taking the whole thing apart. 'Brandy was it?' he said as the sticky sweet aroma hit our nostrils. There have been a few more spillage incidents, but I have now graduated to much grander acts of mindless vandalism.
Could have happened to anyone. The curtain often drapes itself on the chair by the computer and on one occasion I sat on it and the bracket that holds the curtain rail sort of came out of the wall. I surveyed the damage from a few different perspectives and decided that you could hardly notice, if you tilted your head, squinted a little and ignored any other point of reference. Eric wasn't tilting his head or any one of those things when he came home.
'Oh that' I said, 'the curtain raped itself on the chair, really not my fault at all'. He shrugged. Luckily as he rents he's not really bothered what the place looks like. There are dents in the ceiling from him throwing his boots up there when there was a junky DJ living upstairs. He eventually got 'booted' out by the environmental health people when Eric kept grassing him up.
Anyway, I decided that enough was really enough at about 3am this morning when Eric came home about 60 seconds after the curtain rail hit me on the head. The story that I'm sticking to is that it 'just fell' and that I was dreadfully injured. In reality, while sitting beneath it I realised that it really did look quite awful and I was wondering if it was as loose as it looked. I was convinced that it was quite firmly rooted and gave it a tug. I hadn't actually counted on the opposite senario and felt rather caught in the act when Eric came in only moments later.
At the tender age of 29, I feel that I now need to be treated like those either at the very beginning or nearing the end of their mortality. Those that really shouldn't be left alone for their own safety. I probably shouldn't drive or use heavy machinary either.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
I'm upset. And for once it has nothing to do with my personal life. I have been touched deeply by Ken Biggley. As we speak he has been spared, the two Americans sacrificed because a British person is seen to give more bargaining power.
These people are animals, worse than animals. They are not 'human, humane', they have the barbaric nature of lions and bears and sharks who rip their prey to pieces. Yet those animals kill for food, to survive. The creatures we see on our TV, the cowards covered in black to hide their identity, they kill for the sake of it, because they are nobodies, no education, have no respect from their communities, so they join a cause, a cause that will make them feel that they are making a difference, that they are important 'martars'.
It's sick, it's a shame. I have no disrespect for muslim people, i think it is a nice religion, but it does have a very dark side, just like catholicism has a dark side. Recruiting people. The thing that makes my skin crawl.
Muslims are recruited in prisons all over the UK and USA, doubtless other countries, people who need a cause, support, to feel that they belong. They are easy prey.
I think what is needed is for all the decent people and muslims in Iraq and all over the world to say. This is not right. We do not condone this. We do not behave like this and we want peace.
I hope that Ken Biggley makes it safe back to his family. That all the soldiers out there make it back in one piece and have a tail to tell. That the people of Iraq find peace and have a safe place to live at long last.
These people are animals, worse than animals. They are not 'human, humane', they have the barbaric nature of lions and bears and sharks who rip their prey to pieces. Yet those animals kill for food, to survive. The creatures we see on our TV, the cowards covered in black to hide their identity, they kill for the sake of it, because they are nobodies, no education, have no respect from their communities, so they join a cause, a cause that will make them feel that they are making a difference, that they are important 'martars'.
It's sick, it's a shame. I have no disrespect for muslim people, i think it is a nice religion, but it does have a very dark side, just like catholicism has a dark side. Recruiting people. The thing that makes my skin crawl.
Muslims are recruited in prisons all over the UK and USA, doubtless other countries, people who need a cause, support, to feel that they belong. They are easy prey.
I think what is needed is for all the decent people and muslims in Iraq and all over the world to say. This is not right. We do not condone this. We do not behave like this and we want peace.
I hope that Ken Biggley makes it safe back to his family. That all the soldiers out there make it back in one piece and have a tail to tell. That the people of Iraq find peace and have a safe place to live at long last.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
There is a programme on TV called 5 things I hate about you, where couples bitch about each other.
Here is my list:
1. I hate the way you walk around the flat with your shoes and bring in all the dirt off the street. in fact you are currently lying on the bed with your shoes on. Your shoes really are not that great. Unless your socks smell in which case leave them on.
2. I hate the way you pick me up to go to yours and when we get the door you announce that you are going next door to watch football. And then come back only to get beer.
3. I hate the way when I come round to yours you spend all evening calling the entire contents of your phone book and when you stop to have a rest turn over what I am watching on TV to watch football and then get back on the phone.
4. I hate the way you whinge all the time at me. LA LA LA LA I can't hear you.
5. I hate the way I start talking to you and realise that you are actually talking to someone else on the mobile.
5 things I love about my dog.
1. He is happy when I come home.
2. He lets me stroke his tummy and sticks his arm out for me to hold.
3. He comes into my room in the morning and wakes me up by nudging my arm or face until I stroke him.
4. We share my food. (Smoked salmon sandwiches are his favourite)
3. He doesn't own a mobile phone.
Actually talking about mobile phones, I nearly killed someone the other day in a Bus Stop Rage incident. Some fat asian boy who for some reason thought he was black insisted on talking into his mobile, which he had on speakerphone. He spoke 10 times louder than necessary and was talking about all this great 'K reg Golf with only 90k miles on the clock' 'It's already speced up and it's got tinted winduz so I dun af ta spend any more money on it' 'Yeah it's only 2k' Loser
Here is my list:
1. I hate the way you walk around the flat with your shoes and bring in all the dirt off the street. in fact you are currently lying on the bed with your shoes on. Your shoes really are not that great. Unless your socks smell in which case leave them on.
2. I hate the way you pick me up to go to yours and when we get the door you announce that you are going next door to watch football. And then come back only to get beer.
3. I hate the way when I come round to yours you spend all evening calling the entire contents of your phone book and when you stop to have a rest turn over what I am watching on TV to watch football and then get back on the phone.
4. I hate the way you whinge all the time at me. LA LA LA LA I can't hear you.
5. I hate the way I start talking to you and realise that you are actually talking to someone else on the mobile.
5 things I love about my dog.
1. He is happy when I come home.
2. He lets me stroke his tummy and sticks his arm out for me to hold.
3. He comes into my room in the morning and wakes me up by nudging my arm or face until I stroke him.
4. We share my food. (Smoked salmon sandwiches are his favourite)
3. He doesn't own a mobile phone.
Actually talking about mobile phones, I nearly killed someone the other day in a Bus Stop Rage incident. Some fat asian boy who for some reason thought he was black insisted on talking into his mobile, which he had on speakerphone. He spoke 10 times louder than necessary and was talking about all this great 'K reg Golf with only 90k miles on the clock' 'It's already speced up and it's got tinted winduz so I dun af ta spend any more money on it' 'Yeah it's only 2k' Loser
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
i was sick off work today. I went in on Monday cos, well, there was a job to do and only I could do it. I told folk at work that i had come in to make everyone sick so that i could have a quiet week once i was better and everyone else was ill. So i took today off to recover. I might have been better off at work.
I now know what my mum does while we are at work. Mad things. Crazy mad things. Mother has bad lungs from smoking for over 45 years, so she tried to get me to stay in my room by sticking biohazard tape round my bedroom and spraying everything i touched with detol spray. Like it's MY fault.
if that wasn't bad enough, once i was downstairs she wanted to listen to her 'bag pipes CD' these are actually pan pipes CDs. At one point I called Eric in tears cos I was having to listen to Elvis a la pan pipes at full volumn. It really was more than I could take. Plus the fact that she was trying to sing along :( Cough cough cough.
Other news. saw young Namibian neighbour bwoy with a 6 inch knife in his jacket. Was threatening young girls with it. loser. was thinking of grassing him up to his dad. maybe.
I now know what my mum does while we are at work. Mad things. Crazy mad things. Mother has bad lungs from smoking for over 45 years, so she tried to get me to stay in my room by sticking biohazard tape round my bedroom and spraying everything i touched with detol spray. Like it's MY fault.
if that wasn't bad enough, once i was downstairs she wanted to listen to her 'bag pipes CD' these are actually pan pipes CDs. At one point I called Eric in tears cos I was having to listen to Elvis a la pan pipes at full volumn. It really was more than I could take. Plus the fact that she was trying to sing along :( Cough cough cough.
Other news. saw young Namibian neighbour bwoy with a 6 inch knife in his jacket. Was threatening young girls with it. loser. was thinking of grassing him up to his dad. maybe.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
My weekend.
Friday was our posponed aniversary. We met at the Hogs head in Camden with a few of our friends. eric and I turned up at exactly the same time which was cool. Other friends followed. We drank our own choice of brew and talked and sang and talked about ideal weddings.
Weddings: I informed my sister a few days ago, that if I were to marry it would be my porogative to put her in the nastiest blamangue dress. 'Not coming, i don't wear dresses'. So what pray tell will you wear my chicklet? Wait for it... a ... my god... a Sari, in a synagogue, a sari. Pourquoi? Okay so I'm picturing something ivory, no red and gold. Um okay so that's sorted.
back to the wedding, I was thinking receptionwise, Aly Paly, reception in one of the rooms and then an ice skating disco. Severed fingers are us. Or perhaps a reception in the reptile house at London Zoo. All other suggestions on a postcard.
So then someone ordered shots. 10 for £8, not very nice shots, flavoured and sugery, x2. by the end of the night after much singing and merriment i realised that only 13 of the 20 shot glasses remained. As we left, one of our party gathered up the remaining shot glasses and just walked out with them, followed by shouts of THEIF THEIF from a stuck up skanky bitch who was sitting outside. Fridged whore. Anyway, it was quite funny, specially when he dropped most of them a few minutes later. Drove home very merry, singing to the radio and listening to a story about someone slapping someone with a ham sandwich.
Saturday - Me flying a plane.
Finally took the flying lesson that I got last Xmas from Eric. An hour and a half later than planned I was about to take off. Eric seated in the back with the camcorder. The flight was cool, peice of P bit a stearing and all. Went all the way to Coventry in 30mins! Flew over Silverstone and saw a buch of F off big houses with swimming pools and tennis coarts. Grumble grumble. landing was cool. got back and watched the video and eric sounded like he was being chased by the Blair Witch. Oh my Gawd, this is the worst time of my WHOLE life. My mum was laughingher head off. Big baby.
Sunday - Dog show and BBQ.
Took Louis back to the dogs home which he came from, entered him for 2 classes and he didn't win a thing. Still think that judge is too snobby cos Lucifer is tres handsome. All the ladies like him anyway. Plus one male greyhound who was right after his non existant nutz. He barked at him. Funny but the plane that I flew in yesterday passed over us. Red and white one.
Pictures to follow.
Friday was our posponed aniversary. We met at the Hogs head in Camden with a few of our friends. eric and I turned up at exactly the same time which was cool. Other friends followed. We drank our own choice of brew and talked and sang and talked about ideal weddings.
Weddings: I informed my sister a few days ago, that if I were to marry it would be my porogative to put her in the nastiest blamangue dress. 'Not coming, i don't wear dresses'. So what pray tell will you wear my chicklet? Wait for it... a ... my god... a Sari, in a synagogue, a sari. Pourquoi? Okay so I'm picturing something ivory, no red and gold. Um okay so that's sorted.
back to the wedding, I was thinking receptionwise, Aly Paly, reception in one of the rooms and then an ice skating disco. Severed fingers are us. Or perhaps a reception in the reptile house at London Zoo. All other suggestions on a postcard.
So then someone ordered shots. 10 for £8, not very nice shots, flavoured and sugery, x2. by the end of the night after much singing and merriment i realised that only 13 of the 20 shot glasses remained. As we left, one of our party gathered up the remaining shot glasses and just walked out with them, followed by shouts of THEIF THEIF from a stuck up skanky bitch who was sitting outside. Fridged whore. Anyway, it was quite funny, specially when he dropped most of them a few minutes later. Drove home very merry, singing to the radio and listening to a story about someone slapping someone with a ham sandwich.
Saturday - Me flying a plane.
Finally took the flying lesson that I got last Xmas from Eric. An hour and a half later than planned I was about to take off. Eric seated in the back with the camcorder. The flight was cool, peice of P bit a stearing and all. Went all the way to Coventry in 30mins! Flew over Silverstone and saw a buch of F off big houses with swimming pools and tennis coarts. Grumble grumble. landing was cool. got back and watched the video and eric sounded like he was being chased by the Blair Witch. Oh my Gawd, this is the worst time of my WHOLE life. My mum was laughingher head off. Big baby.
Sunday - Dog show and BBQ.
Took Louis back to the dogs home which he came from, entered him for 2 classes and he didn't win a thing. Still think that judge is too snobby cos Lucifer is tres handsome. All the ladies like him anyway. Plus one male greyhound who was right after his non existant nutz. He barked at him. Funny but the plane that I flew in yesterday passed over us. Red and white one.
Pictures to follow.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Today has been possibly the worst day of my life. Excluding of course those when people have died. Maybe. Was dumped at the hospital to have tests to find out if I'm gonna kark it any time soon and am now spending a 'wonderful' evening in front of old comedy reruns on UK Gold after having been yelled at for saying I was having a terrible time.
It's my anniversary.
[snip]
Okay, my dad alwasy used to say, Don't food shop when you are hungrey, now i am saying 'Don't write your blog when you are upset. As it happened, the remote was right next to me only I hadn't seen it, so I changed over and the rest of the night was okay. i was promised somethig to make up for it on Friday.
It's my anniversary.
[snip]
Okay, my dad alwasy used to say, Don't food shop when you are hungrey, now i am saying 'Don't write your blog when you are upset. As it happened, the remote was right next to me only I hadn't seen it, so I changed over and the rest of the night was okay. i was promised somethig to make up for it on Friday.
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