I needed to go through my email 'sent' folder, and found this from 2013. Don't think it was published by the people I sent it to, but still think it says something. And no, not all men are like this, all the time - just enough.

( Behind the cut for length and the odd bit of strong language )

Evil has a small voice. It whispers in the ear of a weak, unhappy, frustrated person. They hear what it whispers, and give Evil their voice to use to speak to others who feel as weak, as unhappy, as frustrated as they do. And so Evil is magnified by loud voices; some of those voices call for stronger measures to protect against the fears Evil ( Read more... )

It was hot yesterday; today was cooler, but wet, humid and sticky, and I just didn't feel like dealing with Nutmeg's daily fitzy behaviour when going out for a walk (after 9 years, she still hasn't learned not to cross behind me when on the lead ( Read more... )

I've always worked through difficult questions by talking to myself, holding a conversation with a non-existant other (who is also me - I don't have an imaginary friend or believe there is actually someone else there.) I work through plot lines and dialogue for writing the same way. It's freaked out a few housemates over the years, but it's been ( Read more... )

So it's February 13th again, and it's 11 years today since my father, Peter died. Today the hot weather broke at about 5am, and it started raining. Raining enough that my empty rainwater tank is almost full. The garden is full of plants slowly reviving out of defensive wilts. It's cool rather than cold, and I spent nearly an hour out in it, ( Read more... )

Furniture Tetris, how I hate it! This annoying game whereby I have to move three to seven different things to make room for the thing I want. It would be less infuriating if half the stuff I'm moving wasn't stuff I can't get to where I need to put them, because I have - or more frequently someone else has - Tetris'd in the place where I need to put ( Read more... )

The Rules:

Comment to this post and I will pick seven things I would like you to talk about. They might make sense or be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your journal. Other people can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.

My words from Ian = Doggerel. Paean. Shameful. Decadent. Delicious. Glory. ( Read more... )

The declutter continues, but at a much slower pace than I wanted. Wee Jamie's death kicked me in the teeth somewhat, and issues with the Smooge don't help - result = I'm at least a week behind where I want to be.

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I'm feeling grouchy and want to yell at a few people. General details - a new faculty club is forming at Adelaide Uni for the Humanities and Social Sciences, which is great and I absolutely support it. As tends to be the way of such things, there's a lot of focus on 'we need a committee for this and a process for that and a representative for ( Read more... )

I dislike the concept of 'trivia' when it comes to knowledge. As far as I am concerned, no knowledge is trivial, it just depends on the context; knowing a pound cake is called a pound cake because it contains a pound of every ingredient is trivial while you are eating it, but vital while you are cooking it ( Read more... )