I Finally Got it!

I figured it out! You know that weird beer/cider add with the crows and the apples and stuff? I finally understand it! I've been thinking about it for about 2 weeks now, trying to figure out why it was so clever. I asked Mum, and she didn't get it either, but said it was something subversive about the bible and the battle between the sexes, so I was looking for that. Last night I was watching it, and I realised it wasn't about Adam and Eve at all! It was about people and crows! DUH! I just realized how much this sounded like one of BB's blog posts. Hehe. xx Remarkable

Fear Itself

"There is nothing to fear but fear itself." I really hope this is true. The plans I have been clinging to for dear life the last few years are starting to unravel due to my procrastination. I lost another 3 years. Sometimes I wonder what the hell I'm doing. I understand now that I took the wrong fork in the road, and now I'm teetering on the edge of a cliff, with the ground shaking beneath me, it threatening to crumble out from under me. Normally in such a situation I would take comfort in the fact that I could start again when I hit the bottom of the chasm, but I know there's no bottom. I will just keep falling. And falling. And falling. I know I can prevent this from happening, I can save myself if I can bring myself to ask for help. I'm afraid of that too. The only person I've ever reached out to, who promised to help, flaked on me, not once, but twice. She knew I needed her help. I begged her to help, literally. "I can't really help you, sweetheart, I don't really have the room for another person. Maybe next year." A year later, we actually made plans. But nothing happened. Nada. This is what family is supposed to be for, isn't it? What's the point? I'm not going to let it end this way. I will not end up one of those sad, soulless people on the street. Is it possible to rewrite the past? Can I pretty please have a do-over?

Following Rove

This is why I <3 Twitter. Following Rove McManus and his ridiculous thought pattern makes my day.

 Rove1974 I learned this morning that a bee's penis is actually called an "endophallus". I look forward to the day that comes in handy.9:29 AM Oct 1st from Tweetie  

Rove1974 ...So next time someone says "They beat us by a bee's dick" you can correct them and say "I think you mean endophallus."9:31 AM Oct 1st from Tweetie

Rove1974 For the record, my predictive text now recognizes the word "endophallus". My work here is done.9:38 AM Oct 1st from Tweetie If he didn't already have his own show, I would petition the Prime Minister to make it so.

XX Tabitha

Brain Spew #1, Notebooks and the Ultimate Cat Fighting League

Well, it's been donkey's years since I've written anything of note, so I guess I should blog something tonight.

Things are generally okay.

I've finished my journal with the Kiniko Craft picture, it was only 192 pages! I have another, much thicker book with koi fish on the front, and my first entry was much easier than the last time I started a new book. I suppose it was because I waited almost a month to write in the Kinko book. Anyway, I have a whole box full of beautiful journals that I've had for ages and never written in because I felt whatever I could write in them would be unworthy of their pages or something. That was something I had to get rid of. There are plenty more notebooks in the world, and many are just as beautiful, so, I'm working my way through this box of journals. Except the travel journals. I'll save those for traveling. I had a visit from Clever Merlin, directly preceding the commencement of the new journal, which was just plain awesome. There were brownies and walking, and we were held hostage by a sociopathic six-year-old. Tuns of fun!

I've noticed that my cat has become rather vicious since we moved. At our old house, whenever she got into fights with other cats she would always run away, or else end up trapped in our courtyard with the enemy cat between her and the front door. But here in Coomera, on three separate occasions have I watched her attack other cats. No joke. I'm beginning to wonder if she feels tougher compared to these posh suburban pussies. They're obviously no where near as dangerous as the Nerang ghetto cats. I mean, my cat is a cream puff. She even looks like one! She loves nothing more than a cuddle and some warm chicken, she's no Ultimate Fighter! It's amazing that she's suddenly a warrior cat. anyway, it's later than it should be, so I'm off to bed.

G'night!

XX Tabitha