Make it stop

why do girls love horses?

Break it down with Adam and the Ants!

Why?
Oh why?
Tell me why?
Do girls love..
Horses?
Why?
Oh why?
Tell me why?
Do girls love..
Horses?

Is it cos they're round?
Or they're six feet off the ground?
Is it because they're on top?
Or the clippety clop?

Or maybe it's just like the article in the ODT in which Stacy Gregg explains...
"it's almost a feminist thing - you are taking on the world with your horse. You can't do that with any other animal, it's the power and the scale of horses that's also compelling, that you have this bond with this big, brave, exciting animal."

So just think about that the next time you try to take on the world with your pussy.
I'll certainly bear it in mind when I am bookguarding another vapid installment in the pony stories arsenal.

When you want that message to really make an impact

send it using hairy mail. I guarantee you will get attention.

Is this some kind of joke?

A pox on facebook and all those retarded applications, games and groups that have been spawned by people in the mistaken belief they are doing something other than spamming. Today I got an invite to join a group: "I'll be voting from overseas in NZ's General Election". So, the person was either trying to up their stats, mana, kudos, whatever by inviting many many people to join. Or maybe it was some pointed reminder that I would be stuck here while presumably they are adventuring with their gaggle of admirers. Well I hate you too then.

Oh oh! Please judge me!

Oh joy, performance review time again, and this bout has been rather displeasing to me. You would think they could drum up something nice to say - they like the way I do my hair, learning reasonably quickly, but no. It's a litany of "on track" - how fucking patronising - and oh, you haven't learnt that yet. Doesn't make me want to stay in the job at all, such a shame I am not qualified to do anything. Anyway, extra special shout out to my purported lateness. Which has some validity, but would have more if the people who roll in at the same time as me were also being critisized. I suppose I will have to endure the self congratulatory happiness of the golden children of the floor now.

Arsebiscuit. Have to go home and cook. Sometimes I just wish the cats would succeed in their attempts to break my neck by tripping me on the stairs.

Guess what I watched last night

And I still have not come down, soaring songs like this keep me remembering the beautiful wrestling and cop scenes, the gloriousness of the Kurgan, and of course, king weasel himself crossing (mighty) swords with Freddie Mercury. Awww bless.

Greetings card lists

Phew, after a couple of days thought, and some hours work and I have made several cards! Hooray!
Now I just need to finish the write ups on trade me, and the e-mailing, and the other chores and I can then update this rather lonely blog. For posterity y'know.