I had the stupid idea of downloading Hinge as one of my Sunday Sleep Deprivation Mishaps. As soon as I downloaded it, a guy who I matched with two years ago on a different app sends me a rose.
Now this guy asked me on a date after talking for a while (not making that mistake again) and at first I said yes. But the next day, I said no and apologised. He tells me that I did him dirty, he's the most depressed he's been in five years, he was going to organise a beach date and buy me flowers, he couldn't celebrate his friend's exciting news when he saw my message, he told his family about me, yada yada yada. I thought I was bad but this was like a whole new level of desperation and I noped tf out immediately. Dude would also compare me to girls he was going out on dates with and telling me about his date fails. Put me on pedestal. It's not fair to anyone involved to put someone on a pedestal. I don't think it's something that people are really aware of sometimes, though.
Some people really need to be okay with being alone. I guess a relationship would be nice one day, but I love my peace :) and even though it seems like being on the apps could increase the chance, I'm just going to live my life. If it happens, nice. If it doesn't, then so be it.
If you chase butterflies, they'll fly away. If you build a nice garden, you might attract butterflies. If no butterflies, you will have built a beautiful garden for yourself. I'm building my garden :)
I survived. Love my Dad, it was good seeing him. He's lost weight which is good, eating healthy and going for walks around the Dandenongs.
Opa gave me some 20yo rum. Never bought the bottle out, but did say his sister gave it to him the last time she was here, which was about 2000.
It smelt delicious, evaporated on my lips. It tasted sweet, painful, and smokey in that order on the way down my throat. It burnt my ears and activated my reflux. It was 80%. 10/10 reccomend my Opa's Sisters 20+yo rum.
Wow, totally bonkers dreams - epic story of environmental damage, human trafficking, my old work and family drama all in one. It would be too much to write it out, but it could've been a mildly interesting story of how a lowly environmental consultant discovers a massive crime operation through the cunning scrutiny of plans and unexpected access to certain areas. And then has to try and keep these developments secret while her family is in town for a big reunion but maybe some of them are involved as well...
Okay whatever, time to get out of bed.
I did not, in fact, get out of bed and kept going back to sleep. I am pretty sure I've had plenty of sleep by now and this is just me heading towards a spiral of inactivity/depression. Somehow triggered by feelings of inadequacy/realising my mediocrity/decline in abilities from lack of engagement. Then deciding to get stuck in it because who am I doing any of this for? Ugh, I've been here enough times.
Anyway... tomorrow's a new day.
I've been thinking a bit about time travel today, and whilst I think overall travelling in time would be problematic (losing all narative structure to your life, requiring way too many tenses to keep track of and leading to constant jetlag) I think there are some things it could be really useful for.
Most useful would be the ability to transport objects in time - imagine getting home from work, putting a roast in the oven and setting it to start cooking 3 hours ago. Then making up an extra plate of food and transporting it to tomorrow's lunchtime so you can eat it freshly cooked and still hot. Food storage would also be revolutionised. Instead of trying to keep things fresh you just reach into the past to grab it when it actually was fresh! Leftovers would remain freshly cooked, you could have vine ripened summer tomatoes in the middle of winter and your milk would last however long you needed it to.
I'm in survival mode.
Lots of assignments to do and one of them is especially not going to plan. Have to change the whole thing and it's due on Friday. Not very growth mindset of me but I don't think I'm cut out for academia. Then there's the whole what do I even do with my useless degree thought spirals. Can't wait to be done with this degree at least. I'm so lucky I get to do a degree but I feel like I've taken it for granted.
it is once again that point of time when i have had enough sleep and i am hungry and i really should get up because i am about to enter a hungry-tired vicious cycle
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I went to the market at La Trobe Uni this morning for the first time in ages. I now have fruit, veg, eggs, a danish, and fancy crumpets.
Ugh. Pants.
Oh fun, we're escalating to cyclone conditions in the wee hours. Charge your power banks. https://www.abc.net.au/news/2024-09-01/victoria-severe-weather-warning-winds/104296628?utm_source=abc_news_app&utm_medium=content_shared&utm_campaign=abc_news_app&utm_content=other
i have completed all imminent online tasks
I'm glad this little piggy's house is made of bricks.
Taboo musing: it’s easier to win an Olympic medal in paralympics. Ok hear me out, in regular olympics, there are billions of able bodied people and only 1 set of medals per event. But for paralympics, the pool of potential competitors is less and there are many medals per event due to categories. So para athletes have a statistically better chance at being selected and wining a medal.
40/50 - some lucky guesses.
I can hear the maggies carolling
The British journalist in Twisters reminds me so much of another actor and it's driving me crazy trying to remember who. I can picture his face and kind of remember a scene he was in (talking to a woman, convincing her to give him a shot or something, looking bashful and wearing a suit and glasses) but have no idea what it's from!
I'm doing two loads of washing and drying tonight just in case. I got shopping done this arvo. Hopefully the garden survives, I have a tree that sways a lot.
Cat rambles
This happened a few days ago. Melbcat spat medicine on herself so I removed her collar to clean her up… found a small hidden patch of slight matting where her tags rub.
Completely unexpected since the collar is quite loose, I check to ensure it isn’t rubbing her skin and give her scritches, and she has short hair that she independently keeps well groomed. But she can’t reach that spot between chest and neck. It was lower and to the side, created and hidden by the tags. And she normally doesn’t like me to brush her. I carefully snipped out a small piece with round tipped kitchen scissors and combed out the rest.
I’ve left her collar off for the moment but stressing about it.
Melbcat is an inside kitty but I still prefer her to be wearing her ID and name tags at all times in case she door dashes… but perhaps as a more comfortable compromise I could get a collar with her info embroidered on. Or maybe just buy a cheap soft collar and Sharpie it on. Just for her to wear as ‘pyjamas’ around the house.
Other considerations are a smaller softer brush to get at her chest/neck fur with, a bib for medicine time, and a more washable collar.
mother i am not entertained
tv review of some old stuff . Hancock's Half Hour. The Blood Donor. 1961.
This is some great writing , the way they can evoke mental images is just amazing and the main character, Tony, is someone we can all relate to.
It's hard to come back to this dead suburb after being out in Brunswick last night. I'll be out of here soon hopefully.
Why am I wide awake at 5am on Sunday.
TV Review. Walking and Talking by Kathy Burke. amazon
What a seeming simple show until you realise that all the streetscapes are actually sets and that there is strict structure to the narrative
A short autobiographical series by Kathy Burke of her teen years growing up in Islington, the people in her life, the places, her dreams and how she starts on the road to theatre, writing and acting.Each episode opens with her in her bedroom talking about the artistic influences in her life, the music, the movies, the books, ( including Ulysses 😉 ) . All the working class heroes in the arts who inspired her.
And then it's her and her fave mate Mary walking home from school, the people they meet, the places, the little adventures, learning about life.
Nice little cameo as a nun who teaches at her school. They did her up as a man dressed up as a woman dressed as a nun.
4 Hobbits but then I'm biased as I love everything she does
Bought a bike from cashies, but can't quite shake the paranoia that it might have been stolen and pawned or something, after taking it home, so that's been a fun damper to the day.
So I noticed a company had put up a poorly redacted screenshot of a customer order, so basically they just gave away a person's name, email address and physical address on Instagram.
What would you do?
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Inform the victim
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Inform the vendor
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Contact OAIC
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Email 131444
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