Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Some stuff I've pondered about and learned from
I don't like the cold, like frost and ice type cold. Reasonable cold I can take. My bones ache and I hate people who love it because they can go skiing. I don't see the point in skiing. You're going too fast to notice the scenery and it's cold when you break your leg in the snow. You can see the wisdom I'm imparting to you already.
I don't really like tattoos but I defend your right to deface perfectly good skin BUT today I saw what happens when tattoos go bad and run amok over wrinkly, scraggy arms. The art was alright but I couldn't read the book. The letters disappeared into crevices. Before you tatt, think old. Before you watch those captivating ink shows, think old and scraggy. That lovely maiden down your arm will end up looking like a ferret down a hole when you're old.
Fat diabetic people are not ruining the planet, politicians are. Morons here decided to make us pay for blood testing strips using some survey that says watching your blood sugar every day doesn't help at all in managing Diabetes. Funny thing, that has disappeared from the NDSS website. I did watch Julie Bishop at the Press Club but had to turn it off when I wanted to throw something. I watched NBC news instead and got The Donald, I think his hair waved to me. Looking at our mob, there's not one with a decent head of hair, hasn't been since Hawke. And then I thought of Christopher Pyne with long hair, gruesome but then Dutton would look good, his head is the same back and front. Yes, he really is a two-faced bastard.
Footballers! Eddie, really, you're joking in a crowd of blokes and the only one you can think of to drown in ice water is a woman who wasn't even there. It's no good saying sorry, if you said it, you were thinking it and if you were thinking it, it was hatching in whatever you use for a brain. Perhaps a drug test might be in order for football panelists?
Taxis, my favourite form of transport. I have my regular drivers, they usually ask, home, pub or the Home and try not to be rough with my battered old walker. But I had a snotty one on Sunday. Very pretty silver cab, black seats, immaculately dressed driver who looked down on me and said, "You have hair on your coat". Well, yes, I'm wearing a black cloak and I own a white cat that is like a walking snow storm. Shedding does not describe what this cat does with his fur. White tumble weeds blow across the floor in every room. And why did he feel he had to mention this? His seats, his lovely black seats in his silver cab, I was going to sit on one and leave HAIR. I told him if I couldn't get the hair off my cloak then it wouldn't transfer to his bloody seat. He also hated my walker. He didn't get a tip. And when I looked back he had taken a sticky brush out of the glove box and was going over the seat. Snot.
I mentioned the cat, he's here and it's 5.32, 32 minutes past feeding time. Sheds everywhere but never in the food dish, too busy taking his food out of his crystal dish and eating it off the floor.