…… and while I know that being in the new place will be a change for the better in a number of ways, getting to that stage is still the most stressful part. From pages of paperwork to intensive manual labour and all things in between, I doubt there’d be many people out there who get a thrill out of doing this on a yearly basis, especially if they’re in the military, for instance.
Of course, one of the first items of furniture to go there will be the computer desk, along with the computer itself, and in the spirit of making changes, I’ll no longer be doing these things on my computer:
1. Keeping a Dailymotion account; and
2. Buying LEGO toys through BrickLink.
In that former case, there’s more than just a hint of irony, because in the first incarnation of this blog, I was very vocal about Dailymotion’s Australian server being hacked a few years ago, which resulted in the Family Filter/Safe Mode/Age Gate being unable to be turned off. But while that was fixed shortly afterwards, the site now has a new deal breaking issue: multiple banner ads, which refresh at random intervals, thus causing the playback of the main videos to be severely compromised. Leaving me no choice but to delete my account, since I can’t see any website cutting back on such advertising for any reason (and I’m sure that ad blocking software can only do so much at once).
And in the case of BrickLink, there aren’t any particular unused vintage LEGO sets that I’m looking to buy, and even if there were, the prices would most likely be too steep on account of the somewhat devalued Australian dollar right now. And with plenty of LEGO in my collection anyhow, and taking space issues into account, putting a cap on both that and my newer collection of TransFormers is definitely in my best interests.
Many times over the last eight years, I’ve had dreams about having to move house again, having had little or no warning beforehand, and therefore being caught off guard in terms of having to notify others (and I have a lot of others to notify) of such a move. Now, however, it seems that those dreams have turned out to be premonitions in a way, since my mother and I have been told that our landlord wants her house back on November 19th.
Luckily, though, we’ve been able to secure a new rental property just a few streets away, and if I’m absent from this blog for a short time in November, that’s because it may take a while to get the Internet connection up and running. And once it is up and running, the computer itself will be in my bedroom, and I can’t give out medals for guessing how I feel about that!
As for my current home, the things I’ll miss the most about it would have to be the lizards that pop up from time to time. From the tiny house geckos to the larger blue tongue skinks, I actually like seeing them, because not only do they keep insect numbers under control, but their presence often means that there’ll be no snakes around.
Before the big move occurs, though, I’m expecting another nice, large package to arrive at my door, containing none other than TransFormers Platinum Edition Trypticon. Since very few of the bricks and mortar Toys R Us stores in Australia are carrying it, possibly due to its size and price point, I’ve bought it from their online store, and unlike his Classics counterpart, this Trypticon doesn’t need cuddles!
Here it comes, viewers: it’s “Long Long Way To Go”, as originally performed (but not written) by Def Leppard, and later covered by Lionel Richie.
Whenever I hear the Def Leppard version in particular, it gets right to my heartstrings, and every time I’ve listened to it in my car on my road trips in the last year, a few tears would end up dripping down my face.
Peculiar as that sounds, there’s an explanation for that: when I’m driving on my own, not only am I remaining aware of what’s happening all around me, but I’m also thinking about past, present and future occurrences. And “Long Long Way To Go” just happens to make me think about certain women who I thought I knew, but never truly did, and even though the relationships were of the “pleasure as business” variety rather than romantic, the sense of loss when they end feels every bit as enormous.
So when I was transferring my collection of music to new discs recently, I was entertaining the notion of omitting that track. But I decided against that at the last moment, since sometimes you have to take the rough with the smooth, and such a move would’ve left me with an incomplete album too. And with the full version of its music video providing some much needed levity in the form of a curious mouse asking “Was that Def Leppard?” at the end, it provides even more proof that I’ve made the right choice.
This time around, I’m describing the 200+ people who protested against the live exportation of Australian livestock at Port Adelaide last week. Of course, this was one of several protests held nationally in recent weeks, and I think they ought to get it into their thick skulls that this is a battle they have no chance of winning.
The reason for that is quite obvious: the vast majority of the cruelty they seek to stop occurs in the destination countries, not here in Australia. Naturally, there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell of getting the people on the other end to change their ways from here, especially if how they treat animals raised for meat (as opposed to ritual sacrifice, which I definitely can’t condone) is considered culturally acceptable there.
Back to the protesters themselves, and on a scale of 1 to 5, with –
1 = Meat Eater
2 = Free Range Only Meat Eater
3 = Vegetarian
4 = Vegan
5 = Abolitionist Vegan
– I’d say that the bulk of these wastes of life would have to rate a 5. Furthermore, if I’d shown up there with a McDonald’s, KFC, Hungry Jack’s or Red Rooster meal on the day, I wouldn’t have put it past some of them to try to toss me off the Birkenhead Bridge into the Port River.
Absurd as that statement may sound, most – if not all – people who would actually turn up to such protests really have become so radicalised in their beliefs that they would commit acts of violence against those who don’t agree with their stance. And if I ever ended up in the firing line of these irrational, emotionally unsound scumbags, you can be quite sure that I’d fire right back if I was fired upon.
Making up my own CDs with music I like – as opposed to the dross that the record companies expect me to like – was something I did quite often on my two previous computers. And since I only ever compiled the discs for my own use, and wouldn’t dream of selling copies to anyone, I didn’t feel as if I was robbing the artists of their richly deserved income at any stage.
But while the discs I made up with the computer I had from 2000 to 2008, using the free version of Nero Express, would work perfectly in my car stereo, the same can’t be said for the ones I compiled on my next computer, for which I’d bought the full version of Nero. So when I look back on it now, especially in light of how well the discs I’ve created on my current computer work in my car, I’m putting it down to a software issue rather than a hardware one.
All things considered, I suppose the only thing I miss about Nero is the ability to create Video CDs as well. Even that, however, had its drawbacks, because even though I could place a number of videos I’d downloaded from various sources on one, the running time in every case was limited to less than an hour. And with no Windows DVD Maker on Windows 10, I might end up finding another application if I was so inclined, but only time will tell.
The fact remains, though, that I’m glad that Windows Media Player still has what I need to create Audio CDs with all killer and no filler tracks. As a consequence, my next road trip should be made even more pleasant during the driving stages, and if you ask me, it’s better to have too much music (20 discs to be exact) than not enough.
What’s weeks away from opening, I hear you ask? None other than Wanderlust in Canberra, of course, even if it is one year later than initially planned. And since they’re advertising for quality dancers and skilled bar staff at present, and the place should’ve been open for about two months by the time I get to see it, I certainly hope that the added waiting time will be worth it.
Naturally, I haven’t forgotten about the good old Capital Men’s Club either, and as all four visits thus far have come off without a hitch (except for me leaving my phone in my motel room on the fourth one, that is), I’d expect this one to follow suit. By the way, I need to give a shout out to young Lucy, and if you find this, I’ll be back in touch with you to arrange things in Canberra, then in Sydney, closer to the time.
After Canberra, it’s on to Sydney, and even though it’ll be a shorter stay this time, I plan to get a lot done, with extended family to see, places to visit, and a certain little lady with which to spend some quality time, provided that she’s still present and intact.
Yes, I know I’m sounding a bit like a scratched record in talking about a trip that’s still 75 days away from occurring, but a bloke like me needs all the positive reinforcement he can get these days, even if he has to generate it himself. And with the Fleetwood Mac concert coming up in several weeks from now, that should help me as well.
Specifically, we have Pentecostal Protestants – some of the most conservative and evangelical of Christians, and I know that from first hand experience with some of them – giving teenagers their version of sex education, and when I read about it recently, I wasn’t surprised in the slightest by the outcome.
The more I think about it, the more I think that this clip from an episode of The Simpsons got it so right in satirising such puritanical approaches to the subject.
Also, the situation makes me relieved that neither of the two stints of sex education I received in my school years – one in Year 7 at primary school, and one in Year 10 at high school – were conducted from a preachy angle. Sure, they warned of the dangers associated with making wrong choices, but by the same token, it was never stated that:
1. Abstinence until wedlock; and
2. Having sex for the sole purpose of birthing children, thus doing so reluctantly;
were the only right choices to make. So to this day, I commend those teachers for this, and I thank my parents for not standing in the way of such learning.
Which brings me back to the original situation, and due to their very nature and my own experiences, I think that the happy clappers at ShireLive church – or at any of the Australian Christian Churches, for that matter – have no business trying to impose themselves on those who can’t agree with their outlook. Hell, they’d probably consider someone like me to be halfway to hell already, which would be quite fitting when you consider that this is my 333rd post in this incarnation of the blog!
On the strength of recent discoveries relating to two of the women I wrote about in this post, it looks like I’ll have to eat a few of those earlier words whilst offering some fresh ones. And while I’m at it, I must advise that this post may qualify as NSFWOK to some of you.
Let’s put it this way, viewers: if I was a porn freak, and I’d been paying good money per month for access to websites featuring top quality pictures of Marketa “Cikita” Pechova and Zuzana Drabinova (aka Raylene Richards), I’d be angrily demanding a full refund right now. The reason: I recently found pictures of them in which they smoke cigarettes, and as anyone who knows me would know, that reduces their attractiveness to me to ZERO.
While I wanted to give them the benefit of a doubt, I simply can’t do it in these cases, because in spite of all the warnings of the dangers of the habit, there are still a number of blokes around the world – most likely smokers themselves, I might add – who are sexually turned on by seeing a woman smoke. I’ll bet that those same blokes really got their rocks off when they learnt that Zdenka Podkapova had an entire section dedicated to the smoking fetish as well, to say nothing about Veronika Zemanova emulating Uma Thurman’s Pulp Fiction poster pose.
So I have to ask: is it really worth risking their long term respiratory health to perpetually indulge the short term fantasies and whims of fetishists like this? Because being an asthmatic, I certainly don’t think so, and I sincerely hope that the other four women I covered in that post haven’t done this as well.
A pat on the back goes out to anyone who’s guessed that I’ll be talking about the changing of the guard in the Australian Federal Government, of course.
I’d alluded to the possibility of a challenge before, but it looks like Malcolm Turnbull’s Liberal Leadership/Prime Ministership coup came when even I least expected it. Sure, just about every Australian media outlet – bar News Corp Australia and the Nine Network, and even that’s debatable – was chomping at the bit for Tony Abbott’s head to roll for any number of ideological reasons. However, I doubt that any of them were expecting it to happen so quickly and so decisively, with a result of 54-44 in the Cabinet vote.
Personally, I believe that it had to happen at some stage. While I was never Tony Abbott’s number one fan, I didn’t hate his guts either, but from a lot of people I’ve encountered in the past, the mere mention of his name would provoke an almost violent reaction. Even situations which have been many years in the making – such as the impending demise of Australia’s automotive manufacturing industry, for instance – have been blamed on him, but his actions of late haven’t helped matters either, thus sealing this ignominious fate.
Ironically, though, now that Malcolm Turnbull is in the top job, his plan for the moment is to stay the course on a number of the Coalition’s existing policies, with issues such as climate change and LGBT marriage taking a back seat for the moment. Of course, considering that he had a good game plan for his leadership challenge, I’m betting that Malcolm Turnbull might turn certain actions on those issues into election sweeteners at this time next year. And whatever he plans to do, I wish him good luck, because he’s going to need it.
In light of the attention this post has been receiving lately, I think it’s high time I followed it up with my thoughts on one of those fine ladies, paying particular attention to some of her more recent work.
Yes, viewers, it’s none other than Katerina Hartlova, and when I read somewhere that she was pregnant, I presumed at first that she would take time off from her Not Safe For Work Or Kids activities. However, this wasn’t the case, and while the thought of creating adult entertainment whilst pregnant may sound creepy or downright grotesque to some people, it can be quite beautiful and moving if it’s done with the welfare of the unborn child in mind.
And if my hunch is correct, and certain pictures in which Katerina looks a tad on the extra crispy side (complete with tan lines) were taken after she had her baby, then I’ll put it down to amazing genetics and a great plan to get back into top – and MILFy – shape. Of course, she’ll also eventually face the dilemma of deciding when the best time to tell her child about her work shall be, and if it’s a girl, I wouldn’t be surprised if she chooses to follow in her mother’s footsteps once she’s 18.
So on the very remote chance that Katerina finds this, I hope she keeps up the good work, and I wish her a very Happy 30th Birthday for next week.