Time wastin’ Tuesday
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… and that was Time wastin’ Tuesday. How was yours?
Time wastin’ Tuesday
Dear timewaster with mobile number starting with 0417 5…..
I saw your number come up Sunday… and yesterday… twice… and didn’t recognize it. Since you didn’t leave a message ( twice ) I assumed you’d made a mistake. So when your number came up again this morning at 7:10am, a time no-one who actually knows me would ever bother trying to call me, I was curious. I missed you the first time, but at 7:13am you tried again… only to hang up the second I announced myself. So tell me, why did you feel the need to call back thirty-one seconds later, wait for me to announce myself again, remain silent for 5 seconds, then mumble something unintelligable and hang up?
Rest assured, Mister articulate, I won’t waste my time answering in future. So up the dose or reduce it pal… whatever… clearly the pills aren’t working.
( … and that was Time wastin’ Tuesday. How was yours? )
get off the bus
I’ve always been a goal seeking, achievement based sort of person.
Throughout my life I’ve taken pleasure in visualising a project in my mind, planning it, executing the steps required to make it a reality, and finally, celebrating its completion. Most of my working life has revolved around this problem solving, building and commissioning process, which spills over into my non-work life as well. This ethos is very satisfying and gratifying… and while you invariably encounter problems, the end result justifies the care you took, and the planning you made along the way. At the end you can stand back and say “I made this”.
At any given point in time, I will have multiple “missions” consuming my time. Some will be major projects with business oriented deadlines, some will be “background” jobs that need to be dome sometime, and others will be goals I have set for myself. As long as I can see one or more of these targets getting closer, I am happy. When I reach one, I am deeply satisfied. But when none of them go anywhere, I become despondent and unmotivated.
Over the last couple of months, I’ve been in one of these ruts.
Major projects from paying customers have suffered continual blowouts and interruptions, and stagnated as a result. Business development projects have come up against apathy and poor service from key players, and stopped dead in their tracks. Personal projects have been shelved partly due to lack of funds, but mainly due to analysis paralysis and too many dependencies. “A” must be done before “B” can be started… but “A” is dependent on moving “C” from over here to over there… which can’t happen until “D” is built. The tangled web of interrelated tasks becomes unfathomable… and the end goal harder to pin down… let alone move toward.
Last weekend I gave myself a project enema, and it seems to have relieved the blockage. Things seem to be moving once again, albeit slowly, and I can see just a bit of light at the end of the tunnel. Two weeks ago I had abandoned planning anything further, becoming a passsenger on the big bus of my life. But just a couple of small sucesses allowed me to see progress, to regroup… to refocus.
Being goal focused and project oriented is all well and good… but it’s a double edged sword. The satisfaction derived from the sense of going somewhere quickly fades when things come to a grinding halt. I need to remember, that at times, the big bus will come to a grinding halt whether I want it to stop or not. The best thing I can do then, is to get off, stretch my legs, and look at the scenery.
Before I know it, it’ll be moving past me again… and all too quickly…
Time wastin’ Tuesday
Generalboy answers the questions you (obviously) want answered*.
what did woodrow from Simon Townsend die of?
Probably old age, although falling out of the helicopter probably didn’t help
bone fone for sale
try ebay… but be prepared to be outbid at the last second
great comet return
if you mean the great daylight comet of 1910, or the great comet of 2007 ( Comet McNaught 2007 ) then sorry… you’re out of luck - neither will ever return.
is sally hawkins boring
no, not boring… just rather annoying.
italian claymation red blue
Yes, I remember it too… you’ll find more information here. Thanks for caring!
catriona rowntree wonderworld
she’s not here, but Cat, if you feel like dropping by anytime, you’d be most welcome…
www.fanny.com
you people sicken me
Maryanne Demasi swimsuit pics
yes, I’d like to see them as well… but you won’t find her here either…
nude gboy
uhhh… it’s winter here… I don’t think so!
* search terms that led people to YTSN in August
( and that was Time wastin’ Tuesday. How was yours? )
public figures… they need love too
Prepare yourself for a shock:
I don’t hate Celine Dion.
OK, now that you have taken a deep breath and closed your mouth, let me more clearly state my position. I’ve seen Celine interviewed a few times, and she appears open, warm, and fairly unaffected. She is a megastar who has achieved huge international fame, but seems pretty grounded. Now, if you were to lock me in a room for more than four minutes alone with her music, and no means of escape, I would emerge a screaming maniac, possibly bleeding from the head after attempting to tear both ears off. There are few words I could use to convey the depth of my hatred of the music of Celine Dion. But it’s all about her music… her art… and how it irritates me… not her. I’m sure if I met her she’d be quite lovely.
My mother, dear lady she is, absolutely hates Bindi Irwin. She uses all manner of insults and innuendo to describe why the very sight of Oh Crikey Junior makes her face screw up in disgust. “She’s like an irritating wind up toy”, or “that’s not normal… her mum must push her to be like that”, are typical of the sentiment. I point out that Bindi is just a little kid, and daughter of someone fairly over the top, some might say, obnoxious. I suggest that perhaps she has inherited the same passionate personality as her father, and therefore is not evil, twisted, or “pushed into it”.
Now, just in case you thought I was immune from irrational hatred of public figures, you’d be wrong. There are people even I simply cannot stand, for reasons that aren’t altogether reasonable or fathomable. These are people I have never met, and in all likelihood, never will. For starters, two of Tinytown’s longest serving Shock Jocks, Jeff Sunderland and Bob Francis, are world hertitage listed knobs in my humble opinion. Channel 10 newsreader Georgina Thomas must also FO&D, because she looks and acts like a snooty school prefect ( actually… a good friend knew her at school… and says that’s exactly what she was like ), and I particularly hate the way she prefaces a reference with “that”, e.g. “And now an update on that siege in Melbourne”. I hate Cher. I think she’s a precious, plastic, bitch. I hate Eddie McGuire because he’s a smarmy c**t, and Sam Newman, well, hell… who needs a reason? I hate that voice over bint on Channel 9, and the way her irritating compressed voice comes in over the credits of something your watching, to plug stupid shows like NCIS and Num3ers. I hate almost all Aussie Criketers post 1990, in fact, I just hate Cricket. Period.
I can’t hate Bindi though.
Sure… I might jokingly mock her and good ol’ Steve, but I secretly admire anyone with that much drive and enthusiasm for whatever gets them out of bed every day. I can’t deny that Bindi herself may be fairly irritating, but I’d have a pretty hard time telling her to her face.
Ask yourself, could you be that cruel?
Generalboy remembers: The Drifter
Described as ‘the chewy chocolate bar that you really have to get your teeth into’, Drifter was first released by Nestlé in 1980. Drifter was comprised of a ‘crisp wafer dipped in chewy caramel and covered in REAL milk chocolate’, if calling anything produced by Nestlé “real” is not asking too much.
I remember the TV ad from sometime in the 80’s, featuring all the classic clichés like sunsets, nice cars and girls, set to the Doby Gray hit tune Drift Away. The ad lifts the section of the song starting with:
Day after day I’m more confused
So I look for the light in the pouring rain
After the intro, the ad switched to the usual slo-mo footage of the wafers getting smothered in molten chocolate, accompanied by a voice over describing the composition of the snacky delight. Then the backing track faded back up to the chorus:
Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Upon whence the TV ad’s protagonist, if memory serves, proceeded to “drift away” himself, presumably into the sunset with a satisfied, smug, chocolatey look on his face.
For some trivia, each bar takes almost 90 minutes to manufacture from start to finish, and at it’s height, Drifter outsold the massively popular Picnic and Timeout.
I have searched high and low for the original 80’s TV ad, but so far have been unsuccessful. In spite of this, its sugary dagginess will live on in my memory forever.
Time wastin’ Tuesday
It’s kinda weird to think the Google Streetview car came down my street. The grey Holden Astra loaded with Google’s special cameras quietly criss-crossed the CBD of Tinytown sometime in late Summer 2008, and not long after, many suburbs in the metro area.
When it came past my house Miss R’s car was parked on the front lawn, as opposed to the Google maps overhead satellite picture that shows my car in the driveway. The first thing I did after checking my current and former homes out, was to take a “drive” down the esplanade in search of joggeretts - alas… I only found an old dude out walking his Jack Russel. So I then had a bit of a look around Tinytown, and then “flew” 1000km to Mr Blonde’s neighbourhood in the quiet coastal burbs of the City of Bloggers. I also had a bit of a look around Perth because I’ve never been there, and Hobart as well. Nice.
Of course, I was secretly hoping the Google car had captured something blogworthy - like a Nude Fun Run in progress, or a bogan doing a burnout in some backstreet in Hackam West, or maybe even a bear on a unicycle. Sadly, my search so far has not revealed any such gems… but TWT is not over yet. I’ll let you know if I find anything!
( so that was Time Wastin’ Tuesday. How was yours? )