until the next one, anyway
Of the bazillions of blogs now in existence, how many are solely dedicated to apologising for not posting in a while?
Monday, 28 April 2008
Speaking of ...
nothing much, really.
Inspired by Troy's post here, I wish to add my own complaints about crappy language, focusing on pronunciation:
Inspired by Troy's post here, I wish to add my own complaints about crappy language, focusing on pronunciation:
- O becomes U eg Uh-lympics or a Biggest Loser influenced Uh-limination and all policemen are not Constables
- S becomes Sh eg Telshtra. I blame Liz Shmiley, the Exshtra shpruiking exsh-tennish player with "the great tashte that really lashtsh".
- S disappears altogether eg and especially Specifically becomes pacifically.
What on Earth???
Or more precisely, in England?
It's not often something gets my blood boiling.
This is one of those times.
It's not often something gets my blood boiling.
This is one of those times.
Wednesday, 2 April 2008
Bits and Pieces
When all else fails, LINK!!
No wonder I drink alcohol.
* How boring am I? I had a rare 1/2 hour to myself at work so I worked out my tax return for this coming June.
* A new season of AFL has begun, so make sure you head on over to Football Invective for all your fixins.
* And Eaglesflyinghigh.com for all the pain an Eagles fan can bear.
* And Aftergrog.blog for all the pain a Melbourne fan can bear.
* W00T$$ - sold our first thing on flea-bay. Now to clear out the rest of the house. And no, dear, you may not sell any of my guitars.
* Youtube goodness, cause I need a laugh:
David Blaine 1
David Blaine 2
David Blaine 3
Cheezits! Cheezits! Cheezits! Cheezits!
* 2BarRiff is running in the ASICS Gel Bridges fun run this weekend. First person to spot me and introduce themselves wins breakfast at McDonalds with the 2BarHousehold straight afterwards.
As you may be able to tell, it's been busy and tough the last couple of weeks so I haven't put much as much energy into blogging. Work is going freakin' nuts (I have two 'Acting' job titles, in addition to my normal one at the moment) but still in a good way. And another relative died this last week, not extremely close but enough to suck out whatever wind was in the sails.No wonder I drink alcohol.
Thursday, 13 March 2008
Death by T-ball
"If we lose another game I'll kill myself" said the Princess.
"Don't do that" I said.
"Why not?"
"Because you're too small to think of a cool way to kill yourself. Let me do it. I'll think of something cool."
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know. I might tie you to the back of my car by your wrists and drive around the block a few times. Or I could just tickle you until you explode".
Such are the morbid conversations we have. Since the kids got Tamagochis (not my doing, talk to Madame2Bar) the whole cycle of life thing has become topic du jour in the 2Bar household.
My brother died yesterday.
The cancer got him in the end, after a long struggle and apparent remission.
We weren't that close due to RIWGI (Reasons I won't go into) but it's still been an emotional time, especially this last week. My immediate family are taking it hard and, while I aren't crying or carrying on, I am feeling physically ill - which is my standard response, apparently.
The Bomb wants to know if his uncle will come back as an egg, just like the Tamagochi.
"Don't do that" I said.
"Why not?"
"Because you're too small to think of a cool way to kill yourself. Let me do it. I'll think of something cool."
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know. I might tie you to the back of my car by your wrists and drive around the block a few times. Or I could just tickle you until you explode".
Such are the morbid conversations we have. Since the kids got Tamagochis (not my doing, talk to Madame2Bar) the whole cycle of life thing has become topic du jour in the 2Bar household.
My brother died yesterday.
The cancer got him in the end, after a long struggle and apparent remission.
We weren't that close due to RIWGI (Reasons I won't go into) but it's still been an emotional time, especially this last week. My immediate family are taking it hard and, while I aren't crying or carrying on, I am feeling physically ill - which is my standard response, apparently.
The Bomb wants to know if his uncle will come back as an egg, just like the Tamagochi.
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Diary Entry from the Road #2
A little worse for wear today. Yesterday was full on and, while I'm coping, the temptation to just stay in my room and sleep for a couple of hours is high (I just snuck back to the room during the lunch break).
I don't really have an excuse as I broke one of my travelling rules - no big meals. It helps to eat very little and/or go vegetarian as I find that food on the road is a bit rich and my body spends too much energy processing meals instead of concentrating.
The advantage of eating more is, of course, being able to drink more, but I've successfully stayed away from the slops (mostly).
I had a good 6 hours sleep due to my favourite relaxation technique - lying in a hot bath with a good album on the mp3 player. Last night it was Keane's Hopes and Fears and tonight it will either be Massive Attack's Collected or Keane's Under the Iron Sea.
Anyway, time to check the emails and psyche myself up for the afternoon session.
I don't really have an excuse as I broke one of my travelling rules - no big meals. It helps to eat very little and/or go vegetarian as I find that food on the road is a bit rich and my body spends too much energy processing meals instead of concentrating.
The advantage of eating more is, of course, being able to drink more, but I've successfully stayed away from the slops (mostly).
I had a good 6 hours sleep due to my favourite relaxation technique - lying in a hot bath with a good album on the mp3 player. Last night it was Keane's Hopes and Fears and tonight it will either be Massive Attack's Collected or Keane's Under the Iron Sea.
Anyway, time to check the emails and psyche myself up for the afternoon session.
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Diary Entry from the Road #1
I'm away on business this week and I'm wondering, as I eat breakfast on the balcony, enjoying the sun rise over the ocean ... am I a prick because I'm upset that the toast is cold?
Famous person count: 2 (David Helfgott and Angry Anderson)
Famous person count: 2 (David Helfgott and Angry Anderson)
Friday, 15 February 2008
Back!
Again!
The lack of posting was brought to you by a week's holiday in one of the wildest, most dangerous parts of Western Australia.
That's right! Busselton.
The lack of posting was brought to you by a week's holiday in one of the wildest, most dangerous parts of Western Australia.
That's right! Busselton.
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
Rules of Accounting
Just because I can
It occurred to me the other day that, since I've spent more than a decade in the workforce, I should have some words of wisdom.
So, here are 2BarRiff's 5 Rules of Accounting:
1. It's all about the cash.
Everything else is smoke and mirrors.
2. Don't let anyone know how you do things.
If they knew how easy it was then they'd be doing it.
3. The only thing harder than trying to manage a result that looks bad is trying to manage a result that looks too good.
A Bad result means you get to interrogate everyone because they missed something.
A Good result means you have to interrogate yourself because you missed something.
4. It's not about the numbers, it's what the numbers mean.
Accountants deal in information, not numbers. But remember Rule 1.
5. Making the hard decisions can be easy.
Remember, as an accountant no-one expects you to have either a conscience, a personality or friends. This can be a plus. The minus is that it only works down. The guy above you is a bigger prick than you are.
It occurred to me the other day that, since I've spent more than a decade in the workforce, I should have some words of wisdom.
So, here are 2BarRiff's 5 Rules of Accounting:
1. It's all about the cash.
Everything else is smoke and mirrors.
2. Don't let anyone know how you do things.
If they knew how easy it was then they'd be doing it.
3. The only thing harder than trying to manage a result that looks bad is trying to manage a result that looks too good.
A Bad result means you get to interrogate everyone because they missed something.
A Good result means you have to interrogate yourself because you missed something.
4. It's not about the numbers, it's what the numbers mean.
Accountants deal in information, not numbers. But remember Rule 1.
5. Making the hard decisions can be easy.
Remember, as an accountant no-one expects you to have either a conscience, a personality or friends. This can be a plus. The minus is that it only works down. The guy above you is a bigger prick than you are.
Am I Better Yet?
Ok ... how about now?
I mentioned during my last therapy session that, while I am feeling better more often, I don't think I've shaken the depression.
The response was for my counselor to ask what told me that I was still depressed.
My answer was to refer to bad sleeping patterns (still) and just the general feeling. It wasn't much of an answer and obviously something that requires more thinking about.
It's interesting to think about these types of questions - How do I know that I'm better? How do I know that I'm not?*
I guess the easiest way to work out if I'm better is to stop taking the anti-depressants and see if I feel the same. (BTW, I said it was the easiest way, I didn't say it was the smartest way)
At the end of the day, I'm guessing that depression, or at least, my depression, is a combination of depth and frequency. If I was to be in the state defined as 'well', I would still experience a range of emotions. However, for me, depression is about experiencing certain emotions (the darker ones) deeper and more often than a 'well' person would.
I have my unexplained blue moods, my inability to concentrate, my procrastination and my decision avoidance. Also my inability to form coherent paragraphs :-)
A better question might be: 'What am I listening to when deciding one way or the other?'
What I am listening to is the small voice during the quiet moments that says "No, you're not better yet. There's more work to do, so be patient"
* The mere fact that I can ask these questions is a positive for me. I can see that parts of me are starting to look forward to being better. Hope is a wonderful thing.
I mentioned during my last therapy session that, while I am feeling better more often, I don't think I've shaken the depression.
The response was for my counselor to ask what told me that I was still depressed.
My answer was to refer to bad sleeping patterns (still) and just the general feeling. It wasn't much of an answer and obviously something that requires more thinking about.
It's interesting to think about these types of questions - How do I know that I'm better? How do I know that I'm not?*
I guess the easiest way to work out if I'm better is to stop taking the anti-depressants and see if I feel the same. (BTW, I said it was the easiest way, I didn't say it was the smartest way)
At the end of the day, I'm guessing that depression, or at least, my depression, is a combination of depth and frequency. If I was to be in the state defined as 'well', I would still experience a range of emotions. However, for me, depression is about experiencing certain emotions (the darker ones) deeper and more often than a 'well' person would.
I have my unexplained blue moods, my inability to concentrate, my procrastination and my decision avoidance. Also my inability to form coherent paragraphs :-)
A better question might be: 'What am I listening to when deciding one way or the other?'
What I am listening to is the small voice during the quiet moments that says "No, you're not better yet. There's more work to do, so be patient"
* The mere fact that I can ask these questions is a positive for me. I can see that parts of me are starting to look forward to being better. Hope is a wonderful thing.
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