tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post6233670872605718668..comments2024-03-10T00:38:42.248+11:00Comments on CopperWitch: Hello again, dear friends (anyone left)JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-2367809712061968312016-06-03T13:04:27.790+10:002016-06-03T13:04:27.790+10:00Try having a Queen Bitch of the Universe born agai...Try having a Queen Bitch of the Universe born again Christian ex daughter in law if you want a complete mashup of hypocracy. JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-6990957990003560332016-05-26T06:57:42.896+10:002016-05-26T06:57:42.896+10:00Hi, my name is Robert. It occurs to me that I have...Hi, my name is Robert. It occurs to me that I have disclosed much of my life in these comments - much of my personal history, on big thing blog. Good. Because it's no more than reading headstones in an overgrown cemetery. The past is decay. The past is a ghost town, full of dead ends, every wrong move you ever made. And shouting all the things you should have done for a ride up the main street. It's the things you should have done that really haunt you. I have finally realised that I have nothing in common with my latte-academic niece. I have realised there is no point in continuing with her. Latte is a separate way of life. It has its own catechism, full of shalt nots. It has a diet as well; muffins were the latest I heard. My psychotic pal has a diet, conducive to playing with his cock. Of those two diets, neither is less nutty than the other. If my niece - or any other apostle of the latte set - were to rule the world, it would be a terrifying place. Men would be pet animals, that's all. Well darlings I'm sorry at this state of affairs but I'm reminded that in the American Civil War brothers of the same family fought on opposite sides. Just being alive is war, we're in constant war with politicians and even a parking fine is a bullet between the eyes. War is the human condition. Well I'm glad of this breakthrough in thinking, a full realisation that this niece whom I visualise as a weird sort of blackbird is an utter waste of time. We're foreigners speaking a different language, why keep going?<br /><br />-Robert.<br />Newport. 3015. R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-29878244395299794662016-05-22T19:06:50.701+10:002016-05-22T19:06:50.701+10:00None of this matters to me, I'm moving to a to...None of this matters to me, I'm moving to a town where the people are ghosts, living and dead. Because these are inner city issues, fashion concerns, for bonehead materialists with powdered bums. They're ghosts themselves already. Certified dead. By history! Read Trove. Read history. It's all about money. No matter who rules you still get rooted. <br />In the 1890s ladies did the block, Swanston, Bourke, Elizabeth and Collins streets. Now they promenade in a straight line, Brunswick, Chapel street. Nothing changes, not really, there's more clothes shops, that's all. There's more products, mass production, credit, claims on future income to put a rope round your neck. Nothing changes, there'll always be the lower orders, cheap wages and cheap housing. It's all relocation, slums moved to the outer suburbs. Instant slums, authentic slums, complete with no greenery. My psychotic pal has bought a brand new dump on the fringe, the house takes up all the land, it's huge, eight rooms, with this lunatic inside. And they all look the same, these houses, twisty streets in a vast lego land. He was better off in the Thomas Embling- miles from creditville, wherein suckers say, "Isn't this nice," while going crazy.<br />Should I care? Support who you like, the millionaire lawyer or the ex governor's son in law, my class can expect nothing. We expect nothing, no change, more clothes shops, more cafes, that's all, for a thieving middle class that can afford it. History is not a progression, no doors slam shut, populations are bred to work, consume, and die in wars. We working class are born into struggle. Suckers, all of us.<br /><br />Okay? Shut up. R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-46682639832182226612016-05-20T01:02:06.970+10:002016-05-20T01:02:06.970+10:00Annie O, can you imagine me getting one of those w...Annie O, can you imagine me getting one of those wall installations with no visible means of support?<br />The way I scream in sometimes, desperate and thump down, I can imagine the whole bloody wall falling on me.<br /><br />The drool of my youth, John Waters, divine. <br /><br />I did think/hope that Mick the plumber can do it all in one day or I'm going to have to fill the bath with kitty litter. I have no desire to go out to the lemon tree and moon the International Space Station.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-57770618390299066182016-05-19T21:08:52.978+10:002016-05-19T21:08:52.978+10:001. relax, it is not carved in stone that the crapp...1. relax, it is not carved in stone that the crapper has to be microbe-free. nobody eats in the W.C. FFS. For the stats, mine is 44 Cms from the floortiles and I cannot raise myself [71 kgs, 5'6"] without grabbing the edge of the sink. Every time, I expect it to separate from the wall.<br />2. I am sorry for you, but <i>SNAP!</i> joyous that I am not the only one having all those SIM/phone/charge issues.<br /><br />3. I hate Windows10 and it infested my laptop like a pestilence without me consciously doing a thing. <br />4. apologies to the Highrise. that postcard purchase was weeks ago and a miracle I finally got it into a postbox.<br />5.back to watching the wonderful RAKE with the added juice of Johnny 'Warts' Waters.Ann ODynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01159263330547329077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-28960567076944440192016-05-19T15:06:43.396+10:002016-05-19T15:06:43.396+10:00Capitalism adores a situation where unskilled work...Capitalism adores a situation where unskilled workers clamour for low paid jobs. The more of them competing the better. It keeps those jobs low paid, and the conditions poor. I know what I'm talking about, as a young man I worked in factories where migrants had been farm animals in their own countries, and the worst factories were full of them. They wouldn't join unions, or go on strike. <br />It's easy to support migration, etc, when you're insulated from its effects, having never had to compete with these people for low paid jobs and cheap housing. Capitalism is cunning or it's nothing, using loudmouth dupes for propaganda. You know who I mean: latte bastards. R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-17864631182766125672016-05-19T11:11:00.360+10:002016-05-19T11:11:00.360+10:00Fenstar, whatever you do, don't look in the si...Fenstar, whatever you do, don't look in the sistern. I did once and there are things growing in there. Have you adjusted the water tap for low and high flush, not that I know much about that but the nephew did it when he put in the new cistern. Did you know they make rimless ones now? No scrapping with a stupid brush to get the grunge from under the rim, another ghastly revelation of what lives there.<br /><br />River, I bypassed Windows 7 altogether and still haven't figured out Windows 8 but the Cloud did give me back my photos. I don't understand Cloud either. You're right about the cat, he was watching his kibble container dribble down to only 4, very worrisome for a Bear of a large empty stomach.<br /><br />Andrew, you mean you have no bidet at the HighRise? <br />I charged up the old phone because it's mother visit day and I haven't got time to be on the phone for hours changing things and I still have $26 credit. It seemed a good buy for me, $69, which is mostly emergency use.<br /><br />Robbert, Dutton says the illiterates will take all our jobs, WHAT JOBS? Every newscast I saw last night had people moaning because they'd all be on the dole and taking our money, that's how you cause violence and win an election. Besides I don't like his face, reminds me of spotted dick pudding.<br /><br />EC, rule no.1 of knee replacements, never have the bum lower than the knees, it hurts getting up although my sister says it doesn't bother her. I have a hand rail on the wall, worth it's weight in gold. I will love not having to head in toilet to clean under the S-bend, something I've given up as non essential.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-23948707783905294562016-05-19T06:06:13.146+10:002016-05-19T06:06:13.146+10:00You have just explained why Jazz joined me when I ...You have just explained why Jazz joined me when I retired back to bed yesterday.<br />Hooray for a new and taller toilet. My legs object to doing an origama fold to get to the ground. And object even more to getting up again.<br />Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-11655505596300207752016-05-18T23:52:35.863+10:002016-05-18T23:52:35.863+10:00Flash Al was minister for immigration and told lie...Flash Al was minister for immigration and told lies. Dutton has told the truth. <br />I don't know why, it never gets you anywhere.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-18680438975768044972016-05-18T21:30:21.518+10:002016-05-18T21:30:21.518+10:00A post card from Miss O'Dyne? Ours must still ...A post card from Miss O'Dyne? Ours must still be in the post. Our lavvies lovey are 38cm. I think I would like 48 centimetres toilet height but I am more concerned about my bits getting wet if the seat and water level difference is small. Yes, we have gone from small cards, to mini, to micro to even smaller. The next sized SIM will be called symbol. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-67025534732415524042016-05-18T21:00:13.419+10:002016-05-18T21:00:13.419+10:00You had me running to measure the height of my toi...You had me running to measure the height of my toilet, 41cm. Doesn't seem like an extra 7cm would make much difference, but you're the tall one, so I'll take your word for it.<br />I miss XP too, but I got used to Windows 7 and now I'm used to Windows 10, progress isn't all that bad I guess. <br />I like IceBear sleeping with a paw on your arm, I like to believe he was looking after you.<br /><br />and what do you mean "any one left" we're all still here, waiting for you.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-43386304037693501842016-05-18T19:08:59.728+10:002016-05-18T19:08:59.728+10:00Well, I for one am glad that the cat wasn't fo...Well, I for one am glad that the cat wasn't foretelling anything much!<br />I need a new toilet, mine doesn't flush nicely!!!Fenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07945553568341010805noreply@blogger.com