Life from the point of view of the possum who lives in my roof:
"Well, first of all, they're pretty good at sleep time until the weekens, not too noisey. Not too noisey, that is, until saturday and sunday roll around! Banging around the house at all hours of the day, and I'll be damned if there's even a thing as selective insomniacs! I do have to admit, though, that a favourite past time of mine - a hobby, if you like - is waiting just until one of them has gotten into bed. Then, directly above them, start to frantically run about, all the whilenever leaving the range in which they can hear me. Classs-icc. Especially one, it just annoys them to no end! Ahhh, the joys in life."
- And that's where I got interupted by a friend, thereby taking me out of the possum-mentality zone and leaving me ineffectual to finish this post.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
My Favourite
Out of all birds magpies raeally are one of my favourites. I mean, there look is classic - black and white, it will never be outdated. Plus, when other birds see you their action display a thought process of "Ah! Human! Better fly away". Whereas magpies really project a wonderful unconcerned nonchalance. Their thought process "Please don't come any closer, I can just taste this worm. Ah, thankyou, much obliged"
You have to admit, it's a real feat when you can appear condescending yet are just about to consume a worm.
You have to admit, it's a real feat when you can appear condescending yet are just about to consume a worm.
I love Ryan
After getting up at the ungodly hour of 6:30am and then proceeding to uni, I found the life saver that is coffee. Yum yum yum. Whoever thought of putting lounges in the library is a hero and a saint, especially considering Gloria Jeans isn't big on tables, not to mention as a result of their location, warmth. So up I toddle to the library and sink into the bright blue lounges. (Or lounge, I don't really need multiples.)
Graffiti is a really subjective thing. I see "I <3 Ryan" on the brick next to my right elbow and contempt seeps through me. Then I see '93 and think 'wow, that was a long time ago, when was I born? Scary, Ryan's probably middle aged by now..." and suddenly the graffiti belongs on that brick. Don't dare try to say it doesn't! Its survived eighteen long years!
I just had a moment of "if a lion was to walk in just now... all casual, no rawring... what would happen?" Followed by a guilty "I should have brought my law stuff" oh, well. That's what lions that could possible gore everyone in a considerably sized room make me think of. Apparently.
It's hungry Wednesday today. My stomach growls in anticipation!
On the subject of food:
The scary moment when what you thought was smooth peanut butter turns out to be crunchy. Seriously. Finding a large lump in middle of your sandwhich is not fun, until you catch on to what has happened, then it's just embarrassing.
AND! I'd forgotten all about this:
Juicy Juice? Still not juicy enough? You should have paid your extra cents for the extra juicy juice! As opposed to the normal amount of juice in juice..?
The strange thing about hungry Wednesday is that I actually eat more food than on any other day (for lunch). But I'm so much hungrier even after eating. I think it may have something to do with sitting in the same seat for four hours straight. Boredom may have ravenous side effects on my stomach.
Maybe in the same way as sitting at a computer with absolutely nothing to do has the inadveratant side effect of extremely long posts. No? Surely not!
And yet I keep on writing.
Graffiti is a really subjective thing. I see "I <3 Ryan" on the brick next to my right elbow and contempt seeps through me. Then I see '93 and think 'wow, that was a long time ago, when was I born? Scary, Ryan's probably middle aged by now..." and suddenly the graffiti belongs on that brick. Don't dare try to say it doesn't! Its survived eighteen long years!
I just had a moment of "if a lion was to walk in just now... all casual, no rawring... what would happen?" Followed by a guilty "I should have brought my law stuff" oh, well. That's what lions that could possible gore everyone in a considerably sized room make me think of. Apparently.
It's hungry Wednesday today. My stomach growls in anticipation!
On the subject of food:
The scary moment when what you thought was smooth peanut butter turns out to be crunchy. Seriously. Finding a large lump in middle of your sandwhich is not fun, until you catch on to what has happened, then it's just embarrassing.
AND! I'd forgotten all about this:
Juicy Juice? Still not juicy enough? You should have paid your extra cents for the extra juicy juice! As opposed to the normal amount of juice in juice..?
The strange thing about hungry Wednesday is that I actually eat more food than on any other day (for lunch). But I'm so much hungrier even after eating. I think it may have something to do with sitting in the same seat for four hours straight. Boredom may have ravenous side effects on my stomach.
Maybe in the same way as sitting at a computer with absolutely nothing to do has the inadveratant side effect of extremely long posts. No? Surely not!
And yet I keep on writing.
Politically Incorrect Speed Signs
It wasn't racist it was simply the realisation that this concept could be easily rememebered through a well known cultural stereotype. Why do I still feel slightly guilty, especially as I don't need to use this memory trick, therefore making the only reason I'm still thinking about this slightly politically incorrect memory trick being the guilt of realising it in the first place.
And on the subject of thinking of things because I'm thinking about them. I managed to spend five minutes wondering what a 60 speed limit sign would look to those from a different culture, possibly when looking at its fossilised remains (or from a volcano- Pompeii, which is probably more likely, pfft fossilised!) in a thousand or so years.
First, I started by imagining the numbers were upside down renedering them meaningless to me... (90 in case you were wondering, yes hindsight is a beautiful thing) and then wondered how I would react to two meaningless symbols enclosed in a circle if I was so far removed from the society and culture of the place. Then I wondered about the odds of someone figuring out its actual purpose. This bought a lovely picture to my mind of a humble junior/volunteer archaeologist timidly suggesting "maybe its meant to have somehow controlled how fast their transportation went... are they numbers?" [here they looked slightly baffled and admittably embarrassed, even before the laughter starts]. His forlorne look as his peers and elders scoffed knowingly and condescendingly adding that "numerical signs from this period were not enclosed in circles" adds a horible sense of irony to an already irony-overloaded scene.
Have you ever looked at a language and not understood it? This should be a pretty common answer with a pretty uniform answer. BUT! Have you ever looked at your native/first and infinitely most used language and not understood it. I'm not talking incomprehensibly long words but actually just looked at a passage of writing (maybe English?) and seen the shape rather than the actual meaning? Or, have you heard English (I'm just going to say English, cause to be honest, thats what's in my head. Substitute where necessary, please) but not understood it (see above for not getting specific words). Both have happened to me, especially the latter. Foreign movies are great for this, especially walking in half way through one, looking for subtitles, hearing exactly what they're saying and just not getting a thing. Its the strangest feeling, especially since the second you realised what's going on, either due to lack of subtitles, or a word finally flagging the "I know what this means" test in your brain, you immediately understand what they're saying.
Anway, that was a bit of deviation.
So many little things are brilliant for looking at from a 'two thousand years later' point of view. Highways.- Obviously outdated, or maybe the world's suffered a bit of a Dark Ages stint and these are just another sign of the ancient's wisdom.
All signs. Especially those like elevator weight capacities.
The internet. Not sure how that's going to fare the millenima. I guess it can try its best though.
Paper shredders.
Waiting rooms.
Staplers. Surely one of the most contested items of the 4060s archaelogical commuinity.
Cat's eyes. (Not the animals, the ones on the road)
Joke songs that may be taken seriously. Or atleast be thought to represent a large proportion of some demographic... eek, Rebecca Black (it should be a joke, I know)
Windmills. When only seen still those things' purpose an inpenetrable to all.
Oh, and Doctor Who! Nothings so loveable yet so funny to explain to outsiders. I think people two thousand years in our future count as Doctor Who outsiders. Then again, he can regenerate.
And on the subject of thinking of things because I'm thinking about them. I managed to spend five minutes wondering what a 60 speed limit sign would look to those from a different culture, possibly when looking at its fossilised remains (or from a volcano- Pompeii, which is probably more likely, pfft fossilised!) in a thousand or so years.
First, I started by imagining the numbers were upside down renedering them meaningless to me... (90 in case you were wondering, yes hindsight is a beautiful thing) and then wondered how I would react to two meaningless symbols enclosed in a circle if I was so far removed from the society and culture of the place. Then I wondered about the odds of someone figuring out its actual purpose. This bought a lovely picture to my mind of a humble junior/volunteer archaeologist timidly suggesting "maybe its meant to have somehow controlled how fast their transportation went... are they numbers?" [here they looked slightly baffled and admittably embarrassed, even before the laughter starts]. His forlorne look as his peers and elders scoffed knowingly and condescendingly adding that "numerical signs from this period were not enclosed in circles" adds a horible sense of irony to an already irony-overloaded scene.
Have you ever looked at a language and not understood it? This should be a pretty common answer with a pretty uniform answer. BUT! Have you ever looked at your native/first and infinitely most used language and not understood it. I'm not talking incomprehensibly long words but actually just looked at a passage of writing (maybe English?) and seen the shape rather than the actual meaning? Or, have you heard English (I'm just going to say English, cause to be honest, thats what's in my head. Substitute where necessary, please) but not understood it (see above for not getting specific words). Both have happened to me, especially the latter. Foreign movies are great for this, especially walking in half way through one, looking for subtitles, hearing exactly what they're saying and just not getting a thing. Its the strangest feeling, especially since the second you realised what's going on, either due to lack of subtitles, or a word finally flagging the "I know what this means" test in your brain, you immediately understand what they're saying.
Anway, that was a bit of deviation.
So many little things are brilliant for looking at from a 'two thousand years later' point of view. Highways.- Obviously outdated, or maybe the world's suffered a bit of a Dark Ages stint and these are just another sign of the ancient's wisdom.
All signs. Especially those like elevator weight capacities.
The internet. Not sure how that's going to fare the millenima. I guess it can try its best though.
Paper shredders.
Waiting rooms.
Staplers. Surely one of the most contested items of the 4060s archaelogical commuinity.
Cat's eyes. (Not the animals, the ones on the road)
Joke songs that may be taken seriously. Or atleast be thought to represent a large proportion of some demographic... eek, Rebecca Black (it should be a joke, I know)
Windmills. When only seen still those things' purpose an inpenetrable to all.
Oh, and Doctor Who! Nothings so loveable yet so funny to explain to outsiders. I think people two thousand years in our future count as Doctor Who outsiders. Then again, he can regenerate.
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