Worst Movie Ever

Forget all the hype about this Snakes on a Plane movie.
I haven't seen that, but it can't be half as bad as this.

Thank goodness the new version is to have nothing in common with the piece of disjointed trash Stu and I subjected ourselves to on Sunday night.
Hey, it was so bad, I fell asleep for a good 20 minutes or so, and Stu was at a loss to explain to me what happened while I was in the land of nod.

Do yourself a favour... avoid at all costs. Unless you're an insomniac, it did wonders for me in that department!

Getting my goat, airwaves style

There are these HBA ads on the radio at the moment, where 'Mr Streetwise Modern Guy' is telling off his friend 'Mr Dropkick Bogan Guy', about wearing parachute pants, and not having private health insurance to avoid extra tax.

Question - How on earth is Mr Dropkick Bogan Guy earning over $50 a year, let alone the $50k threshold you need to pass to be required to take hospital cover?!

I know, it's just an ad, but it's stupid.

Also, could the radio please stop playing Christina Aguilera's new song so frequently? Once a day, fine. Once every two hours (I kid you not), not fine. I actually like Christina's music (please hold your taunts!), and this is really making me not want to listen to her CD.

And damn MMM Melbourne (and I'm sure their Sydney counterpart as well) for saying that a squillion listeners needed to register for the 'Music Jury', so that they could avoid becoming an ethnic radio station.
I know that they would say 'it's just a joke', but it was advertised in such a way, and with such fervour, that one gets the impression that MMM think that the listeners would actually believe it, and sign up in droves. I find it patronising.
Thing is, if they did become an ethnic radio station, it would be better than their current daily programming - Ashlee Simpson's 'Pieces of Me', everything by Nickelback, and 'Land Down Under' or 'This is Australia' on alternating evenings during The Shebang.
Now, after the condescending recruitment drive, they're playing ads saying 'thanks to your vote, we're playing (insert Nickelback clip), instead of (insert Macarena music)'. Yeah, big change, thanks for that.

See, I need a station which plays R'n'B, Jazz, Classical, and a hint of poppyness, with witty hosts and relevant social commentary, with minimal ads. I'm dreaming, aren't I?

Mmmm, obvious hinty-ness

So, the delicious Martie has been kind enough to elude to the scarce posting. And to compliment the blog title - thanks hun! She's so right, and I don't want to be struck from the list, so I'll post.

Erm... isn't it funny that when it comes time to post, all of your memories float out of your ears?
Here's a general round-up

Weight -
I lost 5.4 kilos (over a few weeks), then I gained half, then I lost 2.3, then I gained another half. We had a big week last week - my work took us all to Werribee mansion for a function (I'm sorry Rennikins, by the time I got out of there it was midnight), and on Sunday I ate almost an entire wedge of the most decadent slice of cheescake ever created. So I will have gained this week - though I'll be busting my butt at the gym to ensure I minimise the damage.
I had a PT session a few weeks ago. It's the only time that I've ever felt like exercise related loss of lunch could be a possibility. I mean, I'm fit, I can run and skip and jump and I'm a gun in the RPM (spin bike) classes, but my Lord, I think the trainer wanted me to die! I'll be booking in for more of the same though - it was fantastic, I think I shrank an inch straight away. Strangely though, I lost not a single gram that week. Curious and curiouser!

Work -
All is marvellous. I really decline to say more than that, because of all the doociness. I'm really proud of what we do, it's a great service, and people should be grateful for it. Luckily they usually are. There's a little competition based stress, but my praises are regularly sang (sung?), and I honestly feel I'm contributing well.

Wedding -
Okay, so ages ago we booked a venue. In Croydon. Put down the deposit and all. Recently I've been feeling all nostalgic, so we really wanted to celebrate everything down on the Mornington Peninsula, closer to home, and to our hearts. So now we've booked another venue, in Red Hill. These places really couldn't be much farther apart!
At the old venue, everything was to be enacted on the same grounds - preparation, ceremony, photos, reception.
At the new venue, the outdoor ceremony options are gorgeous, but I'm an awful pessimist, and their indoor option is nice, though not to die for. So we're getting married in a church. I wrestled with this idea... did we, non-churchgoers, deserve to be married in a house of reverence? And we thought yes, we are both Christened Anglicans, whom have fairly Christian values (with a hefty dose of modern open mindedness). We hope to Christen our children (I am slowly thawing to the idea of actually mothering one day), and in my most vulnerable moments, I have been known to call upon Him - hoping that he feels I was worthy of something resembling divine intervention.
So the Lord bestowed upon us the desire to search for churches - and it was good.
That means however that we need cars (probably three) - I'm coveting the Rolls Royce Silver Cloud right now.
So now I have to approach the previous venue all sheepishly and apologise for cancelling - what fun!

Wesidential -
(Gold star for anyone who just got my silly sense of humour. And my bad bible reference.)
We're getting a cleaner. Life's just way too busy for chores. And quite frankly, I'm far too infected with diva disease to actually do anything around the house, so poor, patient Stu ends up with the rough end of it all. It's not caused any arguments or problems or anything (I think deep down Stu actually enjoys cleaning), but he only has so many hours in his day, and I prefer that he uses them for something that enriches his soul.
Of course, getting a cleaner made me feel guilty, there's plenty of people who maybe can't avail themselves of that kind of service. So a little while ago I started sponsoring a girl in Uganda - hoping that it might restore some karmic balance.

Peace y'all (How embarassing!)