Well everywhere and anywhere except here and now it seems. Landed back on planet Earth only to wonder if I was in another realm. The table next door was discussing how he'ed saved $4000 dollars on the engagement ring. The fiancee was sitting next to him.The conversation revolving around the presentation of cute a puppy dog at the dinner table reminded me that I was in Doncaster and not Hong Kong.
Welcome to the year of the Dragon. I wonder if they eat puppy dogs.
My mind is saying that I am busy and that I do not have time to pursue the other things in life. I dance 9 hours one week and then wonder why I have no energy the next. Will magnesium tablets stop my eye from twitching or is it a tumour growing in my head due to underexposure to beings from another planet? Perhaps it is hormonal and I am becoming decrepit and falling apart.
Work is going along swimmingly. One of the pool pumps broke the other day - while my boss was away of course. It was one of the older ones and we where kinda waiting for it to fall apart and die in very small puff of smoke. Finally the engineer comes along - it only took him a week, and it was our fault that he could'nt come earlier. The dude takes forever to figure out what was wrong, and then replaces the motor without telling/asking me. Yeah it's only 8.5K in a pump which we could replace with a new state of the art one for 70K. Sigh. Anyhow the Cheese is making the final decision.
I am still looking for a unity/housey thingo. Looking more closely at HW and HH where I had glanced before. So far the choice is pay X for something with housing commission for neighbours or pay the same price for something 5 minutes away which requires 50K worth of work. I have no energy or time for renovations. Well at least that is what my mind says. I mean how do you mange to work 40 hours a week, commute for 10 and then rip out the bathroom and kitchen? Dunno.

It is strange, ( is it??) that I am leaving for NZ for a week on Wednesday but am pre-occuplied with the real-estate issue. Domain.com.au is more evil than Facebook.

Where do I start? Well I could'nt really use the term suicide because I am not 100% sure of its meaning and I felt that if I used the Harakiri nobody including me would know what I was talking about. How the hell does a General decide to send in his/her men into a fruitless battle? Does anyone know of any female generals? Do you tell said men- and I mean troops not just the male one? And how if you are one of those sent into die do you justify the sacrifice of  your life. I mean if you had all the information would you go? Would you say "Nah I'm not going" or "Nah there is a 98% that I will end up on the pointy end of the blade but I'm a high stakes dude and there is a 2% chance I'll win and become the Ruler of the Know Universe". How the hell do you send a clone of yourself off to die? Is this suicide or just a really neat way of getting away with murder by killing yourself? I've been meaning to ask that question for quite a few months now but:

1. I haven't gotten around to it or run out of time
2. Don't know how to get the words out of my brain to mouth in the right scencial order
3. Haven't found the right moment in time to scare away any potential conversants
4. Can't find someone responsible enough to answer said question
5. Am put off by the potential one word answer and/or the ensuring hysteria.

If that does'nt look like a list of excuses I don't know what does. End in End it just leaves me feeling rather frustrated. And unfortunately it is not the only thing annoying the be-jesus out of me at the moment.  We have a useless director of first impressions @ Splatville and sure the job is not easy but I can't do my job and their's at the same time. I mean when do you just chuck chicken out with the eggs and get God to start all over again? If you're an Evolutionist you'll have to come up with your own analogy. And speaking of eggs why do people insist on making multiple cakes when there are only enough eggs to make one? Because they want to get upset? I mean DOH!!!
I mean I enjoy most of 9-5, its just that there are side effects.

1. I can't go dancing every night because my brain refuses to work the next day
2. I can't go dancing every night becasue my decrepit old body refuses to move after two nights in a row
3. I haven't got time to finish that dress which I started in ....... um ....... March
4. My feet hurt after standing all day
5. I hate it when people whinge at me and make me feel like they expect me to care.

Gee this sounds really negative. So all I have to do is put corrections to all those can'ts, haven'ts and don'ts.  Perhaps I will go and find someone I can wack with a wet fish
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8XeDvKqI4E&feature=related

Except I wanta bigger fish and some techniques of how to let go of all this frustration. Perhaps I should consult Luke Skywalker. Apparently he knows....
.... something...

Have realized that I spend most of my time on the "Merry go Round" of life for want of a better word. The week days are spent commuting to work, and work and then commuting back to spin classes, dancing or the kitchen. For how may of you out there does life revolve around the kitchen. I don't mind a bit of cooking, but at 8.30pm at night who can be fagged- hence the cook up on Sunday and the microwave meal in front of the T.V. Is my life now to busy to sit around and enjoy a good chin wag about the merits of cloning oneself or how cool it is being able to follow a lead who doesn't speak English? Ah but then you have to have the appropriate audience to enthrall with one's tale of woe and frankly the cat does'nt cut it and nor do 3 word answers on Facebook. I did suggest to my boss that we start cloning each other to solve our staffing issues and that they did it in Star Wars so why couldn't we do it here. Obviously this option brought up too many moral dilemmas as he had to hurry off to another meeting......
Weekends are the only time I get to sink my teeth into anything creative/meaningful/other, so once the obligatory weekly clean up/restock is done I find myself running around to here, there and everywhere to gather supplies- resulting in the discovery of more wicked evil distractions. As a consequence any thoughts of my brilliant career in as the editor of The International Society for Clinical Densitometry weekly rag being drowned by visions of felting merino wool into Vincent Van Gogh like irises to the You Tube mixes of Bie Mir Bsit Schon with an electric sander. I don't think those guys can dance... so no loss really.
Can somebody please explain my every time I launch Audacity it has the tendency to screw up You Tube and Itunes so that every thing is played r.e.a.l.l.y s.l.o.w.ly..

Still haven't sewn up any off that dress yet...

And as for making stuff; why do I have this mind set that "it" has to be of some useful purpose and part of some higher, larger, earth shattering plan. Why can't it be just for whatever, for the sake of doing stuff with no end point or no distinct purpose. Why can't I allow myself to have cupboard in my life that is just filled with random stuff of no reason?

If you have answers to any of the questions tabled above please feel free to comment.
Just don't tell me 42 unless you are prepared to elaborate on your answer.

(Pictures to follow once my camera retruns form it's accidently imposed exile in the back of mum's car in Adelaide.)

Attended a Felting workshop on Saturday in Fitzroy at Precious Purl.




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Its only taken 4 months since purchacing the pattern.
But I've finally got it cut out.

Apparently it is August already. I can't really remember March let alone January. So much seem to have happened and changed making these past events seem ancient.  I have taken on new responsibilities at work and seem to be on a learning curve that is more like an incline. You thought Fandom politics was complex, try Healthcare politics. Talk about "not interested". Well I am certainly not bored.
I have dance classes at least once a week along with Spin Cycling not to mention the obligatory social activities associated with Swing Patrol. Could have been up at Canberang over the weekend but elected to stay warm in Melbourne. That is a relative statement.

Not sure if it is due to the weather or the aging process, but I am more aware that I am tired a lot and am frequently wanting to crawl back into bed for a nap. And eat chocolate. The awareness thing may be due to mediating. You'd be surprised at what I have noticed my mind is "saying".
I think I'd get more "other stuff" done if I didn't have to work but after a week at home I tend to get restless, bored and irritable. Call it Cabin Fever if you will.  I need to be around people but after 8 hours I am quite happy to shut the door, crawl back under the doona and float away into the Imagination.

Merlyn's Single and You're

invited!

Dress Code: Inappropriate

 

Bring: Whatever and Whomever as long as you don’t expect them to come home.

 

Well the last weekend in June marked the 5th Devil City Swing Festival. Held in Tassie. Of course.
 I couldn't get a weekend pass and then an Ash Cloud originating from some volcano in Chile canceled all flights from Melbourne for most of the week.




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