Month: May 2003

So much to say, so little time

Or is that, so little to say…

Other than going to see the Matrix Reloaded again last night, much better the second time around.

Ohhh and I’m midway through jotting down some thoughts, but as usual I have stalled about a paragraph in. Anyone got any suggestions to remove this mental block I have? Sledgehammer? TNT?

One of those web things you do

Unconscious Mutterings (via Alex (via Anne)) – it’s free association time folks…

1. Badminton :: Smash
2. Obsessive compulsive :: Terminology
3. Prosthetics :: Scary
4. Sophistication :: Restaurant
5. Hiphop :: Bass
6. Stammering :: Embarassment
7. Property taxes :: Unfair
8. Lowrider :: Bellybutton
9. Blowtorch :: Torture
10. Formality :: Religion

Now I’ve just got to figure out what all that says about me… hmmmm

It's not the photo

Meg proves once again that the best photo’s are often accompanied by a killer comment.

Just don’t read it if you have a mouthful of sandwich. Takes ages to get the bits out from your keyboard!

We should be dead

According to today’s regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s probably shouldn’t have survived, because……

Our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.
When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip flops and fluorescent ‘clackers’ on our wheels.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the passenger seat was a treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle – tasted the same.
We ate dripping sandwiches, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us all day and no one minded.
We did not have Playstations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet chat rooms. We had friends – we went outside and found them.
We played elastics and street rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt.
We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits. They were accidents. We learnt not to do the same thing again.
We had fights, punched each other hard and got black and blue – we learned to get over it.
We walked to friend’s homes. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate live stuff, and although we were told it would happen, we did not have very many eyes out, nor did the live stuff live inside us forever.
We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood.
Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

This posting comes to you via Sally.

Dumb and dumber

Interesting article: Is technology making us dumber?.

“When you can always dash off another follow-up e-mail at no cost, you don’t need to be careful to get your thought clearly and fully expressed in a letter,”

Again it’s one of these discussions that I can always, in my head at least, rationalise by stating that whilst, yes, I use and rely on technology (I can’t remember my best friends phone number either), I am not governed by it, as I choose not to remember the numbers. That is my choice, to allow my phone to play that part in my life, but at what point does it stop being a choice?

Hmmmm, this all sounds vaguely familiar… and that reminds me, off to see The Matrix Reloaded again tonight, armed with a lot more knowledge.


Vaughan points out what we all know but rarely accomplish, and manages to remind me of this well known poem:

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep and cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

W. H. Davis

Advantage of being a man

Standing up to pee.
Not having to worry too much about which ‘outfit’ to wear (hmmm trousers and a shirt then…)
Not having that messy period thing to worry about (ohh no I can’t wear my white trousers today…)
Not getting pregnant and having our bodies and hormones all screwed up for 9 months.

And whilst I am all for men getting in touch with there feminine side, I think the
The Empathy Belly Pregnancy Simulator is possibly taking things a bit too far.

Michael Moore

It appears that Michael was hacked. Yes, the Oscar award winning documentarist is a victim of something he, in times past, may have attempted.

The hacked page can be seen here.

Whether you are a fan of his or not, and personally I’m not sure either way, you have to admit that, by speaking up and challenging things, he is at least making some people think about things in a different light.

Trouble, I’m never sure who to believe these days.