faith based initiative
I don't go for ancient wisdom
I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious
it means they are worthy
I get freaked out by churches
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords
but the lyrics are dodgy
And yes I have all of the usual objections to the miseducation
Of children forced into a cult institution
and taught to externalise blame
And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong
But I quite like the songs
1. I’ve rekindled my addiction to books, and MY GOD I HAVE MISSED IT SO! I know I sound like an absolutely pretentious twit, but there is nothing more perfect than curling up in a large armchair with a cup of peppermint tea and a pile of books and forgetting that the rest of the world exists.
2. On a related note, my parents have placed a draconian limit on the number of books I can take to Fiji. Four. I’m there for seven days, and I’m only allowed four books. This is surely a breach of human rights and I am filing a complaint with the United Nations post-haste. My sister, it seems, will not be bribed into carrying more books for me (the bitch) so I’m being forced to cut down on my list of overseas reading. I expect to be a sobbing wreck for much of this process.
3. I make a rather delicious vegan shortbread.
4. I have the neck muscles of an eighty-year old. I’d like to attribute it to years of rocking out and head banging in dangerous and totally punk mosh-pits, but no. I just fucked it up years ago and it never healed. Thanks for ruining the one rockstar thing in my life, Dale.
5. John Safran’s ‘Media Tycoon’ is worth watching just for the infamous Ray Martin tantrum.
6. Fuckwits Conroy and Rudd are introducing mandatory internet filtering. Ah, censorship. Along with pro-choice and equal marriage issues, it is one of the few things I will dedicate my time and money to fighting. And because we aren’t subject to censorship yet: FUCK YOU CONROY, YOU CUNTING ASS-LICKING PIECE OF BOLLOCKING WANKSHITE.
7. My father has declared a personal vendetta against Professor Plimer after watching Lateline. Word to the wise: besmirching the name of David Suzuki will have my usually calm dad hunting for a shotgun and muttering “bastard! wanker!” under his breath for a good three days.
8. I was inadvertently and unknowingly involved in a flashmob at Homebake. HURRAH! DREAM FUFILLED! Admittedly, it was only the Nutbush, and I was not the most sober of individuals at that point, but it was fun and apparently pre-planned and I can now cross something else off of my Bucket List.
9. I passed my A.B.A evaluation with flying colours, and was offered the job working with Riley again for 2010. Best job, best employers, extremely happy Bec.
10. Dumbledore’s Vegan Army not only exists, but also has a rather lovely recipe for Pumpkin Pasties.
I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious
it means they are worthy
I get freaked out by churches
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords
but the lyrics are dodgy
And yes I have all of the usual objections to the miseducation
Of children forced into a cult institution
and taught to externalise blame
And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong
But I quite like the songs
1. I’ve rekindled my addiction to books, and MY GOD I HAVE MISSED IT SO! I know I sound like an absolutely pretentious twit, but there is nothing more perfect than curling up in a large armchair with a cup of peppermint tea and a pile of books and forgetting that the rest of the world exists.
2. On a related note, my parents have placed a draconian limit on the number of books I can take to Fiji. Four. I’m there for seven days, and I’m only allowed four books. This is surely a breach of human rights and I am filing a complaint with the United Nations post-haste. My sister, it seems, will not be bribed into carrying more books for me (the bitch) so I’m being forced to cut down on my list of overseas reading. I expect to be a sobbing wreck for much of this process.
3. I make a rather delicious vegan shortbread.
4. I have the neck muscles of an eighty-year old. I’d like to attribute it to years of rocking out and head banging in dangerous and totally punk mosh-pits, but no. I just fucked it up years ago and it never healed. Thanks for ruining the one rockstar thing in my life, Dale.
5. John Safran’s ‘Media Tycoon’ is worth watching just for the infamous Ray Martin tantrum.
6. Fuckwits Conroy and Rudd are introducing mandatory internet filtering. Ah, censorship. Along with pro-choice and equal marriage issues, it is one of the few things I will dedicate my time and money to fighting. And because we aren’t subject to censorship yet: FUCK YOU CONROY, YOU CUNTING ASS-LICKING PIECE OF BOLLOCKING WANKSHITE.
7. My father has declared a personal vendetta against Professor Plimer after watching Lateline. Word to the wise: besmirching the name of David Suzuki will have my usually calm dad hunting for a shotgun and muttering “bastard! wanker!” under his breath for a good three days.
8. I was inadvertently and unknowingly involved in a flashmob at Homebake. HURRAH! DREAM FUFILLED! Admittedly, it was only the Nutbush, and I was not the most sober of individuals at that point, but it was fun and apparently pre-planned and I can now cross something else off of my Bucket List.
9. I passed my A.B.A evaluation with flying colours, and was offered the job working with Riley again for 2010. Best job, best employers, extremely happy Bec.
10. Dumbledore’s Vegan Army not only exists, but also has a rather lovely recipe for Pumpkin Pasties.