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izmeinaIzzie's seriously cranky and crabby and a total slacker on the squiggling front. A new month and a new beginning has not got off to a good start
Saturday and Sunday were reasonably good. Went to the Subiaco farmer's market which is held in the grounds of a 100 something year old primary school. Lots of trees and beautiful old buildings. But unfortunately the place is infested with children so pottered off to the crazy old hippie permaculture gardens next door and the old church converted into an op shop for a bit of peace and quiet
Had frequented this location a lot in November armed with a netbook and a book of H P Lovecraft stories from the local library. So did the same again for the sake of nostalgia and was duly inspired with ideas for a title and characters for this November's nano novel. Pity that it's still pretty plotless
Work is also fairly good on the weekend. The goblins and monsters aren't there and then there was the elephant in the room. An interesting evening at Petunia's to look forward to.
Last year the ma joined the masochists for the Dry July charity fund raising event. This involves giving up booze for a whole month. But being Aussies, - the assumption is that people will cheat so for every drink you pay an honour fine of $25.
This year she suggested that the serpent join too. No harm in trying we thinks and it certainly beats doing it for Lent
The Izzie has a policy - "Always keep your word" but the small print adds "Never give it"
The ma did not think that the tipsy serpent would last and maybe she still thinks that a glass or two got gobbled but Izzie is not admitting it.
Obviously there's no point in not cheating if the aim is to raise money for charity but doing the whole 31 days without cheating - making the commitment and sticking to it is also a matter of honour, keeping one's word or whatever one calls it
And was so looking forward to gobbling a glass or two at midnight over at the ma's place
She'd decided not to wait until midnight but the serpent was being a stickler for the rules. No point in lasting the whole 31 days only to give up within a cats' whisker of the finish line
In the end, we were both too tired to stay up for the witching hour. Too tired to gobble the bottle and too tired to potter about in Cyberia. But was still happy with the achievement of lasting the whole 31 days and not being tempted by the dozen bottles in the broom cupboard under the stairs
In some strange way - it was sort of like last year's national novel writing month. It is the things that you invest the most time, energy and commitment to that you value the most not the things that you can just go into a shop and buy - even though having the money requires the commitment to earning it and saving it. But somehow it is not quite the same
So there's Izzie looking forward to coming home from the house elf job on Monday afternoon, scrubbing the scales and then sitting in the garden soaking up the sunshine with a glass or two of red. It was nice but not as nice as anticipated. But what was so strange - within an hour or so was totally zonked and slinked off to the serpent basket at the ungodly hour of 6pm and slept pretty much straight through until 10pm.
And then felt cranky and grumpy the next day.
Decided to wait until much later on Tuesday to try a tipple and this time only one glass not three. The effect was much the same. No crankiness that time but the happy serpent state soon evaporated at work when finding out about a whole pile of cheapskate nastiness going on. But that's for another post.
So since there's a feast of Gruen Nation tonight with lots of evil adverts from the campaign trail, will stay away from the bottle of red until then in case the same thing happens again
Still got to think of how much to give to this cancer charity since the whole point of the annual event is to raise money rather than detox the livers of the nation.
The ma is going to give the amount she would have spent on booze for the month if she had been drinking but that is a bit too generous thinks the Izzie.
So now needing to work out if the sudden onset of crankiness since yesterday is to do with the booze or just a bunch of crazy hormones on the rampage.
The next two days should provide some evidence
Saturday and Sunday were reasonably good. Went to the Subiaco farmer's market which is held in the grounds of a 100 something year old primary school. Lots of trees and beautiful old buildings. But unfortunately the place is infested with children so pottered off to the crazy old hippie permaculture gardens next door and the old church converted into an op shop for a bit of peace and quiet
Had frequented this location a lot in November armed with a netbook and a book of H P Lovecraft stories from the local library. So did the same again for the sake of nostalgia and was duly inspired with ideas for a title and characters for this November's nano novel. Pity that it's still pretty plotless
Work is also fairly good on the weekend. The goblins and monsters aren't there and then there was the elephant in the room. An interesting evening at Petunia's to look forward to.
Last year the ma joined the masochists for the Dry July charity fund raising event. This involves giving up booze for a whole month. But being Aussies, - the assumption is that people will cheat so for every drink you pay an honour fine of $25.
This year she suggested that the serpent join too. No harm in trying we thinks and it certainly beats doing it for Lent
The Izzie has a policy - "Always keep your word" but the small print adds "Never give it"
The ma did not think that the tipsy serpent would last and maybe she still thinks that a glass or two got gobbled but Izzie is not admitting it.
Obviously there's no point in not cheating if the aim is to raise money for charity but doing the whole 31 days without cheating - making the commitment and sticking to it is also a matter of honour, keeping one's word or whatever one calls it
And was so looking forward to gobbling a glass or two at midnight over at the ma's place
She'd decided not to wait until midnight but the serpent was being a stickler for the rules. No point in lasting the whole 31 days only to give up within a cats' whisker of the finish line
In the end, we were both too tired to stay up for the witching hour. Too tired to gobble the bottle and too tired to potter about in Cyberia. But was still happy with the achievement of lasting the whole 31 days and not being tempted by the dozen bottles in the broom cupboard under the stairs
In some strange way - it was sort of like last year's national novel writing month. It is the things that you invest the most time, energy and commitment to that you value the most not the things that you can just go into a shop and buy - even though having the money requires the commitment to earning it and saving it. But somehow it is not quite the same
So there's Izzie looking forward to coming home from the house elf job on Monday afternoon, scrubbing the scales and then sitting in the garden soaking up the sunshine with a glass or two of red. It was nice but not as nice as anticipated. But what was so strange - within an hour or so was totally zonked and slinked off to the serpent basket at the ungodly hour of 6pm and slept pretty much straight through until 10pm.
And then felt cranky and grumpy the next day.
Decided to wait until much later on Tuesday to try a tipple and this time only one glass not three. The effect was much the same. No crankiness that time but the happy serpent state soon evaporated at work when finding out about a whole pile of cheapskate nastiness going on. But that's for another post.
So since there's a feast of Gruen Nation tonight with lots of evil adverts from the campaign trail, will stay away from the bottle of red until then in case the same thing happens again
Still got to think of how much to give to this cancer charity since the whole point of the annual event is to raise money rather than detox the livers of the nation.
The ma is going to give the amount she would have spent on booze for the month if she had been drinking but that is a bit too generous thinks the Izzie.
So now needing to work out if the sudden onset of crankiness since yesterday is to do with the booze or just a bunch of crazy hormones on the rampage.
The next two days should provide some evidence
no subject
Date: 2010-08-06 10:58 am (UTC)http://media.watoday.com.au/kevin-rudd-will-survive-1753521.html
in response to the return of the Ruddster.
And if you are feeling a little masochistic there are the Tiny Tony tapes to download on this page -
http://blog.une.edu.au/tunefm/2010/08/05/election-2010-an-abbott-interview-from-1979/
I never realised the Mad Monk was at Sydney University the same time I was. Thank God we never met!
The Grim Reaper
Date: 2010-08-06 01:52 pm (UTC)Or maybe serving a life sentence for murder!
What's the saying? An old leftie is a silly old brainless bugger but a young conservative is a heartless bastard!
(This ancient serpent is a libertarian socialist if that makes sense at all ;))
His nasty sharp blade makes Julia's knife look like some sad plastic crap from McDonalds
Seen Getup's "Gospel Truth Tony" advert yet? It's priceless