In the blue corner we have the screaming neighbour. I spoke too soon yesterday afternoon - started in again around three, stopped at three-thirty, then her husband came home. Another twenty minutes worth.
I think they should square off, but I think it would be a bit much for the two dogs. I don't like cruelty to animals, so another idea bites the dust.
Do you want to be cool? Here's the definitive list.
My personal favourite on that list is "Learn to speak European". I won't make all of the obvious sarcastic comments, even though I really, really want to.
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Trying really hard not to clone mimi smartypants, but this is just how I talk. So I give up.
Last night we watched Bulletproof Monk, or part thereof as it was small lad's bed time. We had started on My Fair Lady, but it was leaving me a bit cold. Plus I wanted to read some more of my book while t'yoong man was in the bath.
Anyway, Bulletproof Monk. I love Chow Yun-Fat in just about everything but this one was also leaving me a bit cold. I'd finished off my book by then, so it wasn't impatience.
Perhaps it's because my favourites of him are Croughing Tiger, Hidden Dragon (even with terrible American subtitles) and some of the odd Hong Kong martial arts films. The best one I ever saw was a buddy movie, no idea of the name, but he is such a goof and does it well (cue laughter). As far as Croughing Tiger, Hidden Dragon goes, if you want a real treat, hang out for the SBS translation whenever they show it again. They obviously bought the film in Mandarin so they could subtitle it themselves, because the depth to the story and beauty of the script really comes through. To wit, there appears to be a plot; I wasn't so sure on the DVD. Plus you get to see Michelle Yeoh looking splendiferous and kicking proverbials.
Bulletproof Monk, on the other hand, well, let's just say that the spiritual journeys of the young leads are a bit, well, dull and hackneyed. Yeah, they come through, yeah isn't love grand and they carry the torch on, the world is safe once more - but I just can't seem to buy it.
Since this morning as we left for school, t'yoong man decided to spill that his head has been itchy for five days, today's plan has gone out the window and instead I'm washing all of our bedlinen. There is a nit plague at school. I had a quick squiz at his hair this morning and found an egg without trying too hard, so here we go.
The most disappointing part of this is one of the other mothers had a whinge a few weeks ago about one of the kids having nits. The mother of said child got all huffy and started going on about how clean she was. Oh boy.
Really. Oh boy.
Get the point: infections (insectoid, bacterial or viral) don't care about your level of cleanliness, your societal status, your marital status, or how much money you have in the bank. If you are in the wrong place at the wrong time, you'll probably cop it.
Obviously for nits, the flu, tuberculosis, meningococcal meningitis, mumps, measles, you can take some basic precautions but really, if it's rampant, well, sucks. Others like Hepatitis B, C and the old horror HIV there are certain behaviours you can avoid but again, there are windows in every infection where the infected are unaware they are even sick - and can pass things on.
It's very sad that in this day and age people still associate disease with dysfunction. It's even worse - and not worthy of sad, but rather reprehensible - that dysfunction is associated with poverty, low education levels or laziness.
Yeah, sure you make the argument about sterotypes and you generally find disease in poorer areas - but try and think about it, 'kay? One, probably can't afford treatments. Two, just because you can't afford it doesn't mean you don't care.
One of the things I find hardest to get across to people is the concept of unaffordable anything. Since I work in a professional field, most of my workmates can afford what they need and, frequently, most of what they want.
The idea of literally not being able to afford to eat, wash or buy medicine is at best intellectually understood. At worst, it's a publicly politically correct agreement ("yes, yes, isn't that terrible"), while privately disagreeing ("they're just lazy" for example).
I have more, but I need to repair the creaks in my soapbox.
A lot more serious than when I started. Sucks budgies!
