Ponderings
Mood: Purged of thoughts
Listening to: TV infomercials
Just some stuff I've been thinking about.
Cheese is good. I really like cheese.Here are my favourite types of Cheese, in no particular order:
Kraft Cheddar. Yes - I know thats the bits they scrap from all the other cheeses just melted together into a block of cheese-y-gunge, but it tastes alright to me.
Coon. Particularly in slices. Its so rubbery. And so inappropriately named. Makes you feel slightly racist when selecting it from your supermarket dairy section.
Pickled Onion Cheese. Its good. Too good.
Cheese and Chocolate are my two favourite foods. (Condensed milk on toast is a very close third.)
Cadbury's is the best - no substitute for it. Peppermint and that very difficult to find one, Malt Crisp. They don't stock it round here anymore - apparently its hard to get. Which sucks, because its lovely.
Mint Patties are nice too. Probably nicer than Peppermint - however, you can't eat as much. By the end of a Mint pattie, its getting a bit overpowering. Where you can eat a whole block of Peppermint if you've got a big glass of milk to cut it with.
Ads with animals in them shit me. Who decided that it would be a reasonable move to use wombats to advertise telephonic products? Dimwit.
I do not get American humour. How David Letterman ever got his own show mystifies me, yet someone must find him amusing or he wouldn't still be on the air. Would he?
Why have we stopped teaching young people how to spell at school? Surely there is a need for people to be able to spell correctly even in this modern age? (Though I notice I mis-spelt intelligence in my last entry - theres some irony for you!)
People assume that actors are good people. Role models for the rest of us. I don't get that. Remembering lines and pretending to be other people for a living seems a rather stupid profession to me. And they are paid such a disproportionate amount of money for the work that they put in. I think that the money, rather than the "art", is what attracts so many young people to the industry. On the bright side, there must be a lot of attractive wait-people in Hollywood.
I heard today that jeans are on the rise. Hooray! I for one am sick of seeing big girls wearing jeans that show a large expanse of flesh spilling (though spilling sounds a little gentle - erupting perhaps?) over the waist (hip?) band, and an even larger expanse of plumbers crack when they bend over. Do these girls not own a mirror? Thank you for having mercy on our eyes, fashion designers of the world.
Why do they insist on running yet another season of Australian Idol, even though a single viewing of last years Idol would have revealed that there is precious little talent left to tap in Australia. Face it Channel 10, your advertising gurus can get the contestants coverage and a public profile, all the 12 - 17 year olds will know their names, but you can't make them sing better than they do. And that isn't very well.
Except for Courtney Murphy. I am still waiting for the album that Mark said he was going to make with James Morrison and Courtney. Oh, yeah, Mark was too busy greasing his hair and being "hip" with drop out kids who make stupid noises in homage to drugged out American rappers. God Help Us.
Why does it not disturb me more that I am yet to meet a dairy farmer who has milk in their tea or coffee? Surely this must cast some doubt on the cleanliness of the milk collection process? Shit, they could get it fresh - god only knows what happens to it after it leaves the dairy.
I wish supermarkets smelt better.
Why don't clothing stores hire more fat unattractive sales people. Skinny attractive ones make me feel fat and unattractive, which makes me less likely to purchase their clothing.
Random compliments rule.
As much as I hate the American culture permeating Australia like a disease - how good is the coffee at Starbucks. No wonder they are so bloody popular over there.
I love the bra I'm wearing.
I wish butchers would clean the blood & little bits of meat off their boots before they go to lunch. Especially if they intend to walk on my carpet.
I love the smell of wet dirt. And fresh mowed grass. But I hate mowing and watering my garden. I guess I'm more willing to pander to my laziness than to my olifactory preferences.
Think thats all that was floating in my head. I may even be able to sleep now!
Smoochie Woochie Bloggies,
Sass
And I hate going jeans shopping - it\'s so hard to find the \"perfect\" pair, the right cut, and ones that DON\'T give you that charming plumbers crack whenever you sit down. Hipsters, I believe, were never built for comfort. What was their purpose? To show off people\'s g-strings? Ewww...