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Showing posts with label pure waffle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pure waffle. Show all posts
Friday, 20 November 2009
Friday, 9 October 2009
The weird way my brain works or my optician is an alien
Getting up close and personal to the mirror the other day while putting in my contacts, I worked out a way to tell if they were actually "in". If I have fair hair and smooth skin then they're not in whereas if I have greying hair and wrinkles, then they are correctly sited!
That little moment led me to thinking more deeply about my glasses and contacts. And worked out that quite obviously my optician is a man on a mission...the bastard ...'cos evidently he is selling me products covered with a grey haze and with wrinkles painted on them.
On the other hand, maybe he's an alien..my glasses do keep disappearing (and its sooo hard to find them when you can't see very well(!) ) but would he be the same alien that causes my phone to send messages from my pocket or my car to speed over the limit, or cause me to forget to add interest earned from a bank account 3 years in a row resulting in a letter from the tax man???
Life's full of interesting things to think about once you become part time and have a spare moment.
Part time/spare moment/time to think? yeah, right!
That little moment led me to thinking more deeply about my glasses and contacts. And worked out that quite obviously my optician is a man on a mission...the bastard ...'cos evidently he is selling me products covered with a grey haze and with wrinkles painted on them.
On the other hand, maybe he's an alien..my glasses do keep disappearing (and its sooo hard to find them when you can't see very well(!) ) but would he be the same alien that causes my phone to send messages from my pocket or my car to speed over the limit, or cause me to forget to add interest earned from a bank account 3 years in a row resulting in a letter from the tax man???
Life's full of interesting things to think about once you become part time and have a spare moment.
Part time/spare moment/time to think? yeah, right!
Saturday, 3 October 2009
So sad when icons disappear - nostalgia post
http://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/trading-post-newspaper-to-fold-after-42-years/story-e6frf7jo-1225781173430
Future generations of Aussies watching the film "The Castle",which like parts of the opening ceremony of the Sydney Olympics leaves non Aussies totally bewildered, will no longer fully understand the "Jousting Sticks? Couldn't be worth more than $250/tell him he's dreaming" series of comments.
ebay and clones have clearly got rid of print ads, but somehow its not quite the same..even The Trading Post on line didn't match up to dashing out to the milk bar on a Thursday morning to be the early bird for the bargains and how irritating it was when your milk bar never seemed to get the "Post" early enough. Actually even "the milk bar" is a dying aspect of Melbourne suburban life too, my local one is still there but I will mourn its closing when it eventually does...where else can I buy 1 Python and a $1 or $2 bag of jellied lollies? not the supermarkets that for sure.
Same deal will eventually happen for job and car ads I guess..but I can't say I'll be sad to stop getting the forest load of paper "The Age" feels compelled to sell me each Saturday.
All this from a no longer fully employed geriatric looking back fondly on life as led during the 80's, 90's! Memo to self- must get that Senior's Card.
Future generations of Aussies watching the film "The Castle",which like parts of the opening ceremony of the Sydney Olympics leaves non Aussies totally bewildered, will no longer fully understand the "Jousting Sticks? Couldn't be worth more than $250/tell him he's dreaming" series of comments.
ebay and clones have clearly got rid of print ads, but somehow its not quite the same..even The Trading Post on line didn't match up to dashing out to the milk bar on a Thursday morning to be the early bird for the bargains and how irritating it was when your milk bar never seemed to get the "Post" early enough. Actually even "the milk bar" is a dying aspect of Melbourne suburban life too, my local one is still there but I will mourn its closing when it eventually does...where else can I buy 1 Python and a $1 or $2 bag of jellied lollies? not the supermarkets that for sure.
Same deal will eventually happen for job and car ads I guess..but I can't say I'll be sad to stop getting the forest load of paper "The Age" feels compelled to sell me each Saturday.
All this from a no longer fully employed geriatric looking back fondly on life as led during the 80's, 90's! Memo to self- must get that Senior's Card.
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