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Thursday
Dec102009

Puppy Talk - Contractual obligation

 

 

 

 

Puppy Girl: Hey, what are you doing in Dada's office?

Puppy Dog: Nothing.  Go away.

Puppy Girl: I won't go away!  What are you doing?

Puppy Dog: None of your beeswax.  Go away.

Puppy Girl: Why are you sniffing Mama's papers?

Puppy Dog: I'm not.  Go away.

Puppy Girl: I won't go away!  Tell me what you're doing!

Puppy Dog: I'm trying to find it, OK?  It must be in here somewhere...

Puppy Girl: What?

Puppy Dog: Nothing.

Puppy Girl: What?  What?  What?  What?  What?  What?  What?

Puppy Dog: THE CONTRACT, OK?  THE CONTRACT!

Puppy Girl: What contract?

Puppy Dog: The one Mama and Dada signed with the lady we got you from.

Puppy Girl: What?

Puppy Dog: Are you deaf?  The.  Lady.  We.  Got.  You.  From.  Don't you remember?

Puppy Girl:  No, I don't.  I was a baby.  D'uh!

Puppy Dog: Well, I heard her tell Mama and Dada that you're guaranteed.  I want to find out the return policy.  Maybe there's an "irritating the living shit out of her brother" clause.

Puppy Girl:  I HATE YOU! 

 

Thursday
Dec102009

Puppy Talk - The Water Lady

 

 

Puppy Dog: Good luck!

Puppy Girl: What?

Puppy Dog: I said... "Good luck."

Puppy Girl: What are you talking about?  We're going for a walk!  It's exciting!  You're just jealous 'cos Dada's only taking me today and not you.

Puppy Dog: Sure, right.  Enjoy your walk.  He he he...

Puppy Girl: OK.  I might still be a baby, but I know you know something.  Tell.

Puppy Dog: No, no, no.  You just go and have fun.

Puppy Girl: TELL ME!

Puppy Dog: I heard Dada talking into that black box he holds up to his ear.  You're going to the Water Lady.

Puppy Girl: Who?

Puppy Dog: The Water Lady.  She lives near here, but she has a very weird den.  She takes you in the back and puts you in the water and rubs on smelly stuff and then she blows air at you and then she puts a noisy thing against your claws and it tickles and then she puts a really stupid piece of hairless ape fur around your neck.

Puppy Girl: You're joking.  You're just trying to freak me out.

Puppy Dog: Nope.  

Puppy Girl: You're being so MEAN!

Puppy Dog: No, I'm not!  I'm trying to help you!

Puppy Girl: How do I get out of this?

Puppy Dog: You can't... trust me, I've tried.

Puppy Girl: Did you try running away?

Puppy Dog: Yep.

Puppy Girl: Did you try barking so loud that Dada took you back home?

Puppy Dog: Yep.

Puppy Girl: Did you try biting the water lady?

Puppy Dog: Yep.

Puppy Girl: OH.  MY.  DOG.  What can I do?

Puppy Dog: You just sit nicely till it's over.  And eat the treats she gives you.

Puppy Girl: Treats! You didn't say anything about treats!

Puppy Dog: Oh, didn't I?  I guess I forgot about that part.

Puppy Girl: No, you didn't!  You're so mean!  Anyway, if there are treats, maybe it won't be so bad.

Puppy Dog: Sure.  You tell yourself that.

Puppy Girl: I hate you!

Puppy Dog: You're my sister.  That's what you're supposed to do.  Here comes Dada with your leash, have fun!

Puppy Girl: I HATE YOU!

 

Thursday
Dec102009

Puppy Talk - Bed time

 

 

Puppy Girl:  Mama?  Mama?  Please can I get up on your bed?

Puppy Dog:  It's bed time.  They aren't going to let you get up there.  Just go to your bed.

Puppy Girl:  Shut up!  They'll let me up!  They let me up 'cos I'm cute and small and a puppy.  Dada?  Dada?  Please can I come up?

Puppy Dog: You're wasting your time.

Puppy Girl:  Shut up!  Just leave... me... alone!  Mama?  Dada?  I'm over he-eeeere!  Please lift me up!

Puppy Dog:  There isn't enough room for you up there now, anyway.  You've got too big.  Just go to your bed.

Puppy Girl:  Shut up!  I'm ignoring you!  Mama?  Dada?  Please?  Please?

Puppy Dog:  OK, first, if you tell me you're ignoring me, you're not ignoring me.  Second, it's late and I'm tired.  Just be quiet and go to bed.

Puppy Girl:  SHUT UP!  Mama?  Mama?  Dada?  Dada?

Puppy Dog: Oh my Dog, I really miss the crate.

Puppy Girl:  Shuddup, shuddup, shuddup, shuddup!  Shut.  Up.  I'm a big girl, I don't need a crate!  Mama?  Please?  Dada?  Please?

Puppy Dog: I thought you were a cute puppy?

Puppy Girl:  Shuddup!  MAMA!  DADA!  PLEASE!  PLEASE!  They're ignoring me.

Puppy Dog: Told you so.  (Sigh.)  If you're a big girl, you should go to your big girl bed.

Puppy Girl: Um... Oh, OK...

Puppy Dog:  Oh, thank Dog.  

Puppy Girl: I actually quite like my bed.  (Yawn.)  

Puppy Dog: Good night.

Puppy Girl:  I hate... zzzzzzz.....

 

 

Thursday
Dec102009

I'm jus' sayin' - Grit your teeth...

 

 

Not what you want to see coming out of the elevator on way to dentist: man with tears in his eyes pressing an ice pack to his left cheek.  

I'm jus' sayin'.

 

Wednesday
Dec092009

I'm jus' sayin' - www.holyshitthatcantberight.com

 

 

I found out yesterday that someone has created a porn site that has a URL that's very similar to our intranet web address.

That's gotta be one pissed off ex-employee...

I'm jus' sayin'.

 

 

Monday
Dec072009

9 to 5 - South African humor

 

 

I was sitting in my cube today when I heard one of my team members wish the other a happy birthday.  

My team-mate is a bit of a ham, so he sang one or two lines of the song.

So I waited a few minutes and went over to the birthday boy's cube.

 

"So... it's your big day today?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, a little embarrassed.

"Did Joe just sing you a song?" 

"Yeah, he did," he replied, getting even more embarrassed.

"OK, so that means I can too, right?"

"Uh.. yeah... I guess."

"OK," I said, turning my English accent up to full volume to remind him I'm a ferner, "here's the thing.   I have this song I like to sing people on their birthdays.  It's my own little tradition."

"Uh..." he said, his eyes widening.

"You have to bear with me," I went on, talking louder, making the most of the open-plan cube farm.  "The song is pretty long.  You up for it?"

"Uh... sure..."  He had involuntarily backed up into the corner of his workspace, his back against his desk.

"JUST KIDDING!" I yelled.

 

 All things considered, he took the joke pretty well.

 

Sunday
Dec062009

Hello from Puppy Dog - Domestic violence

 

 

Hello friends

Today Mama said domestic violence is wrong.

Then Dada asked her why she keeps hitting him.

Then Mama smacked him on the arm.

I don't understand...

Hairless apes are so weird.

 

Lots of licks and woofs,

 

 

Puppy Dog

 

Sunday
Dec062009

PIC - Puppy Girl has written a formal complaint to Santa

 

 

 

Dada's, Mama's and Puppy Dog's.  Then a temporary one for Puppy Girl till her home made one comes from her Aunty in South Africa...

 

Sunday
Dec062009

He Said She Said - Lazy Sunday

 

 

He was digging under the couch cushions.

"Where's my phone?" he asked.

"I dunno," she said.

"But, Honey!" he said.  "You're the woman, you're supposed to know these things!"

"Fuck off, Darling," she said.

 

Later...

They were watching an ad for a product from KY, which enhances the female experience.

"Maybe we should get some of that," she said.

"I thought they only made that kind of stuff for men," he said.

"Fuck off, Darling," she said.

 

Later...

They were watching Mythbusters, a TV show where geeks try to prove or disprove Hollywood myths, like whether McGyver can get out of a locked room using chewing gum, mouthwash and a coat hanger.

"You're watching this Mythbusters marathon to get back at me for Project Runway and Real Housewives of Atlanta, aren't you?" she asked.

"Actually," he said, passing her the TV remote, "I'm sick of it.  You choose something to watch."

"Holy shit!" she said.  "There is hope!"

 

 

Sunday
Dec062009

I'm jus' sayin' - Say it like it IS

 

 

When you're having brunch with two medical professionals, it probably isn't the best idea to refer to your dog's vagina as her "foo-foo."

I'm jus' sayin'.


 

Saturday
Dec052009

Bucket List - Go on Safari in Africa

 

 

Going on safari in Africa is an exotic dream for many people.  For South Africans, even though it's on our doorstep, it's a dream too - because it's fucking expensive.

Oh sure, you can go to one of those parks where you drive through yourself, but you won't see a damn thing.  You might be two feet away from a lion, and you wouldn't know it.

So doing a safari in a private game reserve, with a tracker and a guide, is a real treat.  

A few years ago, Fluffy Bear and I got a great deal on a three day package, and we both had pretty good incomes back then, so we went for it.

We drove and drove and drove before we reached the park.  We went through the gates, and parked our car just inside.  A Jeep with our guide and tracker came down to meet us.

They told us that, because they were a very small park, and hadn't been open long, they only had two lions and - lucky for us - they were mating.  They explained that, when lions mate, they do it for days, again and again, and they stay in pretty much the same area, so the tracker knew where they were.

 

"Would you like to be taken to your room and settle in," they asked, "or would you like to go and find the lions?"

 

Well, D'UH!  We chose the lions.

And that's how we found ourselves, 15 minutes after arriving at the park, sitting in an open topped Jeep, ten feet away from two bonking lions.

The next three minutes went something like this:

 

Lioness: I'm ready

Lion: Again? Already? God...

 

Lioness:  Aw, come on, Honey...

Lion:  OOH!  Well, if you put it that way...

 

Lion:  Get ready, Baby.  Here comes the supertanker!

Lioness:  Yeah, right...  Just give me some cubs, Big Man

 

Lion:  Mmmm... Yeah...  I'm feelin' it!

Lioness:  Mmm hmm.  Yes.  Ooh.  Ah.  Whatever.

Lion:  GRRRRRROWL!

Lioness:  What the--?  Hey!  So soon?

 

Lion:  Yeah!  I'm the man!  Was that good for you baby?

 

Lioness:  They say you have to roll on your back and wriggle to make sure the sperm... What?  Oh, yeah, right.  It was great, Baby.  You go rest now.  Mama will be ready again in a few...


 

The way a Safari works is this:

They wake you up at Are-you-fucking-kidding-me 'o clock in the morning, escort you from your room (I say room - it was bigger than our flat in London at the time) to the main building (there are no fences, so you are not allowed to leave your room by yourself), you have a quick cup of coffee and get up on the Jeep to go see the animals as they wake up and go hunting.  Animals are sleeping in the middle of the day, when it's too hot to get anything done.  Yes, they embrace the concept of the Siesta.

After your morning game drive you come back to the main building and eat, and the rest of the day is yours to laze by your private plunge pool, read, lie in a hammock and nap, have a spa treatment... whatever.  

In the afternoon, just before sunset, you go on your next game drive.  This goes on into the dark, when the tracker and guide show you the nocturnal animals with a massive spotlight on the Jeep.

Frankly, the whole thing is fucking amazing.

Here are some of the highlights...

 

This guy decided he didn't like us being close to him and started flapping his ears, getting ready to charge the Jeep.   Our guide put us into reverse very quickly and we backed up

 

We watched this young lady fail to catch a buck

 

This guy wasn't too happy with us getting too close to his family, and came over to explain that we should keep on movin'

 

A lovely family picture

 

 These guys get a bird's eye view

 

Saturday
Dec052009

He Said She Said - Waterproofing

 

"I think I broke the scale," he said.

"The small scale we use for weighing food?" she asked.

 "Yes."

"But we just got a new battery for it!  We just got to start using it again!"

"I know!" he said, getting annoyed.

"How did you break it?" she asked.

"I thought it was waterproof!"  He was drying the scale with a kitchen towel, rubbing vigorously.

"Wait.  You what?"

"I ran it under the tap to clean it..."  he said, opening the battery compartment, taking the battering out and blowing on it.

"You what?!"

"It's a kitchen scale!"  

"Are you kidding me?"

"You use it in the kitchen!  It's supposed to be waterproof!" he wailed.

"Why?  Because it rains in the kitchen?"  She started to laugh.  "Because people like to cook in their pools?"

"Stop it!" 

"Never mind, honey, I'm sure it'll be fine..."

She walked out of the kitchen, giggling.

 

Saturday
Dec052009

9 to 5 - Week 1

 

 

Well, I survived week 1 at my new job!

It's weird to be working again, to be getting up early in the morning, to be blow-drying my hair rather than scraping it into a ratty ponytail or hiding it under a baseball cap.

It's weird to be sorting through my work clothes, my stockings, shoes with heels.

It's weird to go out in the morning with other commuters, cups of coffee in hand, waiting for the bus.  

It's also fucking cold, so I made Fluffy Bear drive me to work more than once!

I have a cube, of course, that's pretty standard - boring.  Not sure how to decorate yet.  I suppose a pic of me and FBear is expected.  I wonder how many pics of the dogs would be cute vs. making me look like a crazy old bat...

Everyone on my team seems really nice - and that's what makes the difference in whether or not you enjoy your job on a day to day basis, right?  I've had time to talk to everyone about what they do, and the pieces are slowly coming together in my haven't-worked-for-6-months, working-in-slow-motion brain to form a clear picture.

I've had headaches towards the end of every day, and I've figured out why.  No, it's not that my brain is too full - although I did think that at first!  I get very dehydrated.  I need to take the time to drink a LOT more water.  

It's the canned air.  Or maybe it's just being over 40, drying out, getting wrinkled and crusty, like an autumn leaf.

On second thought... No - fuck that - it's the canned air.

I was taken on a tour of our buildings, and it was fascinating to see all the different departments.  Marketing have a fun space, of course, with collateral from past years all over the walls.  They even get patterns of color in their carpet! 

Other buildings have much better cafeterias than ours but, seeing as my life is currently ruled by the iPhone calorie counter, maybe taking my own leftovers into the office in a tupperware is for the best.

People in general are very warm and welcoming.  They smile and say hello in the corridors, people stop by when they see my cube is now occupied to introduce themselves, the women chat with you in the restroom.  People seem to be happy.

Freaky.

 

 

 

Saturday
Dec052009

Dear Diary - Ho! Ho! Ho!

 

Dear Diary

I walked past the Nordstrom shop window yesterday and there was Santa taking photos with families and kids.  

I stopped to watch.

A family with little kids came up.  Santa, whose mike is broadcast outside the store so you can hear what he is saying, said hello and made reassuring noises but, of course, the girl baby started to scream.  

Her older brother, originally fascinated and quite comfortable with Santa, became suspicious when his sister started to wail and took a step away, putting his right hand in his mouth and looking a bit freaked out by it all.  I didn't see what happened, because I went to buy coffee, but I was thinking that Santa must have the patience of a saint.

When I walked past again, Santa was chatting to two pre-teens, who were clearly forced to be there by their parents and were totally DYING, Dude.  Like, Oh.  My.  God!

They looked like the only thing that could be worse would be water boarding, and they were both standing as far away from Santa as they could, looking at the cameraman, willing him to get this damn thing over with.

It reminded me about a story a colleague once told me about a friend of hers who made her kids go every year until the youngest was 25 years old, at which point the children ganged up against their mother and flat out refused to co-operate.  

On the other hand, it must be nice to have that yearly chronicle of how the kids grew up.

Maybe we should go see Santa Paws with the puppies...

Then again, I don't want to be the bitch whose dogs killed Santa...

 

Wednesday
Dec022009

9 to 5 - Day 1 - The Prequel

 

 

6:00am - Wake up, decide I hate my alarm with a passion

6:02am - Take dogs out to pee

6:03am - Try to get Puppy Girl to poop

6:04am - Get barked at by an annoyed Puppy Girl

6:09am - Scoop poop, hit head on branch as I stand up

6:10am - Get Puppy Dog's food, herd Puppy Girl away with my right foot, let Puppy Dog eat

6:12am - Get Puppy Girl's food, try to keep her from scratching holes in my PJs as she repeatedly jumps up at me

6:13am - Get Puppy Girl to sit, after 4 attempts, for 0.5 seconds before I let her have her food

6:14am - Stand guard, making sure that the dogs don't eat each others' food

6:15am - Grab bowls off the floor before each dog runs to lick and sniff to see if the other one has left a nanocrumb of food behind

6:16am - Let Puppy Dog back through to the bedroom to go back to sleep

6:17am - Have breakfast and vitamins

6:20am - Spend some time playing with Puppy Girl.  Wake Fluffy Bear up twice when I scream when she bites my hand too hard

6:35am - Put Puppy Girl on the bed with Fluffy Bear, shower

6:50am - Do hair and makeup

7:10am - Have crisis, deciding that the outfit I spent an hour choosing last night is all wrong

7:11am - Panic

7:12am - Panic

7:13am - Panic

7:14am - Panic

7:15am - Go through clothes, again and again, swearing, while trying to stop Puppy Girl from stealing the clean socks

7:30am - Decide on pants and a shirt, and get dressed

7:35am - Pick Puppy Girl up and throw her on Fluffy Bear's head, so that he has to get the hell up

7:40am - Make sure I have everything, try to stop Puppy Girl jumping up on my clothes with muddy paws.  Fail

7:50am - Try to catch Puppy Girl to put her in her crate

7:55am - Finally tempt Puppy Girl close enough with a squeaky toy to catch her

8:00am - Hug Puppy Dog goodbye and leave the house

8:05am - Driven to work by a wonderful Fluffy Bear.  Look worryingly at hill I have to climb to the bus stop tomorrow

8:07am - Try to convince Fluffy Bear to take me home so I can hide under the duvet.  Fail

8:12am - Try to convince Fluffy Bear to drive to the Mexico border.  Fail

8:15am - Arrive at office, decide I need coffee

8:16am - Walk round building, trying to find coffee shop.  Fail

8:20am - Ask some guys smoking outside where a coffee shop is.  They point me to a building which has a Starbucks  

8:21am - Sigh, because I hate Starbucks soy lattes - why the hell do they use Vanilla Soy?  

8:22am - Realize I have no time to get coffee anyway

8:23am - Stomp into my building

8:24am - Stand in elevator, not understanding why it isn't moving

8:25am - Realize that all floors except Reception require pass to be swiped in front of reader before you can push button, and I have been pushing floor 10 instead of Floor 15

8:26am - Realize that I have forgotten my watch and am wearing Fluffy Bear's wedding ring

8:27am - Check in at Reception, get pass, go to my floor

8:30am - Find that there is an espresso bar in the cafeteria.  Ask new boss if I can get coffee

8:35am - First sip of coffee

8:36am - Sigh, for all is well

 

 

 

 

 

Monday
Nov302009

Quote Unquote - I dun make Ayn Rand shrugged

 

 "Dear Ayn Rand: What if I want to be altruistic for my own selfish reasons?"

My friend, Al   

 

Monday
Nov302009

Divided by a Common Language - Homesick again

 

A month or so ago, I wrote about a day when I felt that I didn't want to live here.

I feel like that today too.

Ironically, Fluffy Bear and I are going to look at shipping quotes today to bring all our stuff out of storage and over to the US - making a real commitment to living in this country.

I like the USA, and I have so many wonderful friends here - people who have become like family.

But there are times when I feel that I am different, that I don't belong.

 

I am a member of an online list of people who have been introduced by other people, and discuss all sorts of things.  I have seen people on this list support each other, share their lives and show real online friendship.

But, of course, people also have differing opinions.

And that's fine by me.  I mean, imagine if we all thought the same way?  How tedious.  

It is through the differing opinions of others that we also learn to question our own beliefs and keep ourselves balanced and honest.

I like to debate issues, and I like to see different sides to any story.

I embrace grey areas.  For me, nothing is ever black or white.

 

Growing up brown inside black and white

Perhaps it is because I grew up in a country where a division between black and white was written into law and caused so much pain and destruction.  

I personally heard a speech by someone who said that the Bible and evolution shows that black people are more primitive than white people and it's no use educating them - they were put on earth by God to do the manual work, to be our servants.  Ridiculous.

Within my country, where black was kept divided from white - by separate education, separate living areas - I grew up mixed-race, but legally identified as white.

Therefore, deep within me, there is a recognition of the complexity of things, the history of things, the underlying reasons for things.

 

Taught to question

I had an amazing English teacher in High School.  I'm not sure I really got it at the time but, as I look back, I can see how he, along with my mother, helped to open my mind.

He asked us one day what it would take for us to shoot someone, intending to kill them.  He didn't want us to answer him, just think about it.  I knew exactly what it would take for me to shoot someone... self-defense, or the defense of my family or any person I loved.  I wasn't scared that I would kill someone, I was scared that, when it came down to it, I might fuck it up and fail to stop the attacker, especially if that attacker was a rapist.

My English teacher also asked us how many bad things would have to happen to us for us to end up homeless on the street.  Even today, I ask myself this question, and I try to give money to every homeless person selling newspapers to try to get back on their feet.  Becoming homeless would be so, so simple: 6 steps, that's all it would take.

Estranged from my family --> Fluffy Bear leaves me --> I get depressed and piss off my friends, who turn away from me --> I lose my job --> I can't pay rent or get motivated to get another job --> Homeless.

 

The ultimate question

So if you combine those two things, our ability to kill and hurt other human beings and the simple steps that could completely change our lives, then the ultimate question is:

If everything is a gray area, is anyone out there evil, or could I have ended up where they are, doing what they did?

I really believe there is no such thing as evil.  There is no Axis of Evil, there are no evil people.

Would would it have taken for me to be a serial killer? To be Aileen Wournos, the serial killer played by Charlize Theron in Monster?

Aileen was the progeny of a child bride and a convicted pedophile, who committed suicide.  She was abandoned by her mother, left with her grandparents.  She was sexually abused, pregnant at 13 and gave her child up for adoption.  At 15, she was kicked out of her house and started supporting herself as a prostitute.  She lived in the woods for a time.  Who knows what abuses she suffered as a prostitute, what mental issues she may have inherited genetically and what psychological issues she may have gathered over the years of this awful life? 

If I had gone through the same experience, would I have killed men?

The answer is: I don't know.  But I might have.

I might have.

And I believe anyone might have.

 

So why am I going on about all this?  

Yesterday someone went into a coffee shop South of Tacoma, WA, and shot 4 Police officers who were sitting down, working on laptops and apparently planning their day.  Coming a few weeks after the fatal shooting of Officer Brenton and wounding of Officer Sweeney on Halloween night in Seattle, WA, this is a horrible event to happen in a community that is already hurting.

A man called Maurice Clemmons is a "person of interest", and the Police are searching for him.   Last night they surrounded a house but, we are now told, they didn't find Clemmons there.

While the SWAT team standoff was in progress, I sent an email to my online community saying that I hoped that everyone came out of it OK, including the suspect.

Someone replied that they hoped the suspect died a slow and painful death.

I made the point that evil does not exist, everyone is born in innocence and that criminals do what they do because of:

  • religious indoctrination
  • mental illness
  • factors in their past
  • desperation.

 

I was told that there is evil in the world, and asked how I explain serial killers, the Holocaust or pedophiles.

I said that serial killers have a mental illness, that "The Reader" is a good movie to watch to understand the Holocaust (from the point of view of the German people who took part in running the concentration camps), and that research and debate continues about whether or not pedophiles are mentally ill or not.

I got two replies that were very rude, even abusive, basically telling me that I had obviously never experienced evil and I didn't know what I was talking about.

 

So what?  Grow up!  What's this got to do with being homesick?

"So what?" is right.  I usually enjoy hearing opinions that differ from mine.

But I honestly believe there is a cultural difference here.

Some of the people on the other side of the email debate genuinely seemed to want this man, this as-yet unconvicted suspect, killed.

Maybe the English are less inclined to engage in that kind of rhetoric because they remember times in their history when they were the bad guys - concentration camps in South Africa, quelling uprisings in India.

Maybe the English are more into legal due process because they've been doing it for so much longer, while the US comes from a history of small towns of local Sherriffs who had to do whatever it took to retain order (no blame in this statement, just historical fact). 

Maybe it's because there is less of a gun culture in the UK.

Whatever it is, I just don't remember this kind of lynch mob mentality during the 13 years I lived in England.

And it really saddens me that this man, who has not yet been tried and convicted, is in real danger of being killed a law enforcement officer who may think the way that the people in my email community do.

 

And right now I'd rather be back in England than here in the USA.

I know this feeling will pass.  I'll wake up tomorrow loving the wonderful traditions and amazing landscape and warmth and friendship of all the American people around me.  I'll be grateful again for this place that has given me a new home, a new job and two amazing furkids.  I'll admire the incredible talent all around me, on TV, in public office and in the workplace.

But that's tomorrow.

Not today.

Today I just feel sad.

 

Monday
Nov302009

I'm jus' sayin' - Befuddledypuppy

 

 

I know I should close the lid, but watching the puppy's befuddled little face as she tries to understand the toilet flush is just too funny.

I'm jus' sayin'.

 

Monday
Nov302009

9 to 5 - Dry run

 

 

6:00 am - Wake up, reluctantly.  

6:01 am - Reassure Fluffy Bear, who woke up with a yell because we haven't had any alarms on for the last 6 months

6:05 am - Let dogs out to pee

6:10 am - Feed dogs, trying to teach crazy puppy not to eat her brother's food

6:20 am - Let dogs out to pee, stand in the cold begging Puppy Girl to poop

6:28 am - Gratefully scoop poop

6:30am - Let Puppy Dog back through to the bedroom to sleep some more.  Try to get Puppy Girl to lie quietly on our bed.  Fail.

6:35am - Let Puppy Girl into the living room to play, whispering Choopelah as I kick a ball across the floor.  Close puppy gate.  Head for the shower

6:40am - Shower while Puppy Girl stands at the puppy gate barking and crying and a grumpy Fluffy Bear yells at her to shut up from the bed... there is a flaw in this process

7:00am - Let Puppy Girl through puppy gate and put her on our bed.  Blowdry hair while she looks at me, confused, tilting her head

7:10am - Pretend to do makeup 

7:15am - Make smoothie for breakfast with Puppy Girl watching my every move, hoping for some food

7:25 am - Give Puppy Girl and Puppy Dog the almost empty yogurt container

7:30am - Pretend to get dressed but, in reality, get right hand chewed off by puppy while I try to wipe yogurt off her face

7:40 am - Stop pretending it's a working day, and hit the couch.

 

Conclusion: I can make it out of the house by 7:45ish to get to the bus to get to work on time, but we have to do something about the Puppy Girl factor.  

Tomorrow will try putting her back on the bed with her dad straight after her breakfast.

Wish us luck.

Sunday
Nov292009

Couch Potato - Sexism in "Twilight - New Moon"

 

 

Spoiler alert! You may not want to read this if you haven't seen Twilight New Moon yet, and you are planning to.  If you're not planning to pay $12 to sit though this movie, good for you.  It's not really worth it.  But that's a conversation for another time...

 

I went to see "Twilight - New Moon" with an open mind.  I hadn't read the book and I was ready for a fun night out in an over 21 cinema where we could get past the teenage sappiness with copious amounts of alcohol.

As expected, we got the sexual tension, the action, the special effects and lots of male six packs.

What I was surprised by, though, was the sexism.

And the gender bias wasn't just aimed at women - young boys got what I consider to be negative messages too.

 

Male Sexism - you have to be a superhero to get the girl

Young men watching Twilight - assuming they'll bother to go see it in the first place (unless, of course, they're dragged there by a girl) - are basically shown that, to get the girl, you have to be superhero.  

We already know about Edwards' abilities and, even though the moment his shirt comes off is disappointing compared to the various gratuitous shots of Jacob's chest, he's still pretty lean and muscular.

Even the previously sweet boy next door character, Jacob, has morphed into a bepecced, be-sixpacked Adonis who, when he cuts his hair, deserves to grace the cover of Mens Health magazine.

He's also a killer mechanic, able to fix up a junkyard motorcycle shell into a mean machine.

And, as those annoying commercials say on TV, that's not all!

Jacob comes of age, and starts to morph into a super-strong, massive, fur-ruffled-by-the-breeze werewolf.

So poor Mike, the only normal male who might be a potential love interest, really doesn't stand a chance.  Not only does his hair have a reddish tinge - the greatest crime in the looks department that your genes can commit against you - he is simply nice looking.

When Mike takes Bella to an action movie, not only is he immediately overshadowed by Jacob and his neck-of-steel, but his disgust at the violent content, leading him to throw up, is cruelly portrayed as weakness.

A normal, sensitive boy is a total loser in the Twilight world.  The fact that he thinks he might have a chance with Bella is borderline laughable.

Boys - if you can't have a magic power, you better at least have a six pack.

 

Female sexism - Woman as victim

The character of Bella is the the eternal victim.  She is constantly in need of rescue, sometimes due to her own ridiculous stupidity.

I mean, for God's sake, any girl who can't open a small square package wrapped with a bow in a room full of vampires without cutting her finger open is a fucking moron.

Only when she has to save Edward's life does Bella take any action in this film.  And her action consists of running through a crowd to hug Edward and show she's alive.  Not exactly Xena Warrior Princess or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  Apart from pushing people out of her way and sprinting through a fountain, Bella's passivity is epic.

When Edward tells her his family is leaving, she automatically assumes she is going with him.  She seems to have absolutely nothing in her life that's important to her except this man.  No sport, no hobbies, no thoughts of a a possible career.  She would leave her father, her friends, her home at the drop of a hat for a guy she's know for a year and thinks she is in love with.

And please don't tell me it's true love.  You don't know shit about love at that age.

When Edward actually does leave, Bella is borderline comatose.  She is shown sitting in an armchair, staring out at the rain, for months.  The only time we see her doing any homework in this movie, she is in front of the TV, and not really paying attention to her books.  She seems to have absolutely no ambition at all.

She hangs out with guys she doesn't really love, expecting them to just be there for her, despite her not giving them anything in return.  When I was young, boys called girls like that Prickteasers, and they were hated and teased for it.

When she finally comes out of her funk and buys two motorbike wrecks from the junkyard, she takes them to Jacob to fix up because she wants to put herself into a dangerous situation and, through putting herself in harm's way, see visions of Edward.  

She goes straight from one man to a boy, using him to get to her man.  Her entire life is defined by a male, her support system is the next male.

Throughout the weeks the bikes are rebuilt, she doesn't once help Jacob except to hand him a tool or get the pizza from the delivery man.  Just sit there and look melancholy and pretty, girls, and, if push comes to shove, make sure your man has food.  

When the bikes are done up, she crashes hers immediately.  She just pretty fucking useless at anything apart from pouting and, for no reason at all (the actress isn't done up to look particularly attractive) inexplicably bewitching the males around her.

Her selfishness and self-absorption borders on utter narcissism, to the point where her father wants to send her away to live with her mother - who can blame him?  Pouty teenagers are pain in the ass at the best of times but her lower lip is drooping so far she risks hurting herself tripping on it.

She isn't even a good friend. When she finally reconnects with a girlfriend and goes out with her, she sees some bozo on a motorbike on a side street and, again wanting to place herself in danger, gets on the back of his bike for a joyride.  Even when I was in High School, any friend who did that to me would immediately be an ex-friend.  

As women, I am sure we all know the kind of female friend who is only around after a breakup and then disappears as soon as the next boyfriend comes along.  They're pathetic and a waste of your time and effort.

The character of Bella is passive, pouting, and constantly in need of rescue.

The theme of female victimhood is is reinforced by the character of the fiance of one of the werewolves, half her face disfigured when he "lost control" yet still by his side, kissing him and providing food for the were-boys when they drop in to visit.

As the movie progressed, I sympathized less and less with the central character of Bella, and came to believe that everyone - human or not - would be better of if she just bloody well drowned when she stupidly jumped off that cliff.

The character as portrayed in this film is a terrible role model for young women.

 

I couldn't help but contrast the main characters in the Twilight movie series with their counterparts in the Harry Potter one.  

In spite of magic powers, Harry and Ron are pretty normal boys, and Hermione is a girl who tries to get ahead in the world and become her own person.  

Also, teenage kids are shown actually kissing and getting it on in the background in the last Harry Potter movie, whereas Twilight is filled with short kisses and Bella's frustrated moans... annoying, and not what real teenagers these days are doing.

So talk to your teenage girls about contraception and let them watch Hermione excel in Harry Potter, because the victimhood of Twilight and the abstinence approach just aren't healthy.