The Word B

psst. currently i am sitting in computer class and this key boasrd is toatally fucked up. so much for my tuition money going to where it sis needed. this messagee is in code. so we are discussing cyber bullying and ethics on the internet. some of it is relevan i guess. but my reaction to all this shit is this... if it is on the web, then it is a free and open domain. go for it. as for pirating music downlaoading films, porn sites, go for it. this is what the world wants, information, in the information age. go for it. however, be aware, it can and will be used against you in a court of law. especially if the law turns into a nazi like gestapo fascist dictatorship. then be afraid. the other similarity is the passing of laws, such as, i don't know the patriot act. you can run but cannot hide. they will be watching you. big brother is in the house, and all that bullshit. fuck it. life is too short to be afraid of tyranny like that. we all will be dead soon enough. and this silly information will not matter.
on another note. i think i may have fxied the compter keyboard probblem. nope. guess not. hope you can all live with it. this is me for the moment. hiding in the corner of class not doing the assignment. no surprise there either.

well the blogspot network has foiled me again. this is two times in a row. so i don't even know if my last entry was published or saved or what the fuck? i can get to the create page, but then when i go to publish... the whole thing breaks down. i am ready to break down in tears myself. was going to post more, but can i be bothered? if i lose it all then i will really smash things up. i am not a violent person. truly. i only get pissed off with computers, because no matter how great they are at times, they always manage to fuck up and do things i do not want them to do. this mostly happens at times of greatest importance. like finals week, 12 pages into the big final essay, and wham, shut down, lose everything. then you start all over, and wham! is it de ja vu, or is it pure sinister evil revenge of the techno world?
on a much heavier note. that schapelle corby girl, has her verdict handed out in two days time. my prediction- guilty. whether she is innocent or not. and get this- the whole debacle will be broadcast live on at least 2 public television channels here in australia. this whole thing is a media wet dream, but a total nightmare for the girl. gotta go now. hope this publishes.

i tried to get onto my blog the other day to express some shit, and was DENIED. don't know why, but it happened. i can't recall what i wanted to say anyhow, but no matter, it is a new day today.
so yesterday i got myself a new job. no thanks to anyone else out there. you all failed to come to my aid. not that i am upset about it, i am just letting you know. whatever. i am over it.
the job? it is doing garden landscaping and maintenance. cash in hand, so the tax man can get rooted. it fits in nicely with my university schedule. so for now i got school two days a week and work three days a week. that will be alright for the next 4 weeks, until the end of the semester. then i will be needing a little more work and money (the latter i need more of now). but i will cross that bridge when i get to it.

it seems to be the topic for me lately. house painting. i figure because that is what i have been dedicating my time to lately, when i am not visiting a hospital or looking for employment. had a few leads today. nobody said "no," so that is positive. today i have once again been painting the trim around the base boards and door frames running down the hallway. part of the difficulty in the job, is that we are painting over a real dark stained timber. so the thing requires about 4 coats to hide all the wood work. due to the fact that it is the detail work, it takes a lot of time. one more coat, then i will have that section complete. i will share a good little trick with you all, this one i got from my little mother- when working with an oil based enamel paint, to reduce the nasty smell and fumes from the paint, add a bit of cooking vanilla. it takes the edge right off. it totally works. thanks mom. for an old girl you know quite a few good tricks. another thing i have been told is to cut up an onion and put it in a bucket of water in the room. i have yet to try this one. so on top of the whole day, i have a killer headache from the paint fumes. yes, i wear a mask, but it is not 100% effective.

well, i wish i had something totally wonderful to report. woke up, discovered that kylie minogue has breast cancer.
then got the call from the hospital to take cherry back in for another check up. this was not a bad thing as we were a little disturbed that the doctor yesterday said "wait another week, blah blah blah" (that is doctor speak, when they don't know shit). so we were back at mona vale hospital for another 2 hours, the best part was being on the top floor looking out to sea at the raging ocean (it has been raging!!! for 6 days now. i have surfed 5 of them). the good news was the doctors think that cherry is on the upward climb back to health. although she is still in huge amounts of pain.
then it was home, where i painted, fixed the fan, cleaned some paint brushes, vacuumed the house, etc. etc. i am finding that being a home owner is huge amounts of work, but with a certian amount of until now was unknown pleasure.
then i printed a resume, and was off to a job interview with a fencing company. in the end, i don't think i am going to get the job, as the fact that i am going to school part-time doesn't jive to well with the company. their loss, and they also were offering way too little money, which after tax is silly. i am better off on the dole, which i am considering applying for tomorrow. fuck it. money is money.
then, came home, grabbed the wetsuit and surf board, and headed out to collaroy. the sea, as mentioned earlier has been huge. collaroy is the only place to surf in about 100 kilometers north or south. that means lots of people and good long boarding waves. i had an unreal time. i actually surfed until well past dark. i just couldn't bring myself to get out of the water. i would catch what was to be my last wave, loved it, then went back for another. that was ongoing for about 40 minutes. the sun sets these days at around 5:12pm, i got out of the water around 5:45. i have been surfing better these last few days than i have in a long time, well about 2 years ago, just before i got diagnosed with cancer. so at the end of this blog, i do have something wonderful to share. the surf.
as for employment. i am still looking. any suggestions would be appreciated.

righto. in the newspaper this morning, i read about 134 (and still growing) city mayors throughout 35 states in america, giving bush jr. the middle finger and a thumb in the eye. over what? these mayors, both democrat and republican, are going ahead with the kyoto protocol, and making their cities compliant with the reduction of green house gases in their cities by the 2010 plan. some of the major cities partaking in this are; San Francisco, Seattle, Austin, New York.
the presidents response- it could make america more energy dependent. i think this is what he would hope for. afterall, he is a big business, son of an oil tycoon, born again christain, which translates to out of touch with reality and the rest of the world, over 4 billion other individuals. ironic too, that alaska was just ok'ed for more oil drilling a few weeks ago.
i was so proud to read about these mayors. the whole thing started in Seattle and has just steam rolled forward. the plan, in short, is to enhance public transport and carpooling, as well as actively seek alternative forms of energy. the reason for the push is due to the obvious climate changes that are taking place all over the world. a short list- torrential rains in california, tornadoes in the mid-west, droughts, earthquakes, and even a tsunami.
is the gobal climate changing? well it doesn't take a meteorologist to answer that one, so pull your head out george bush jr.

this is my turn to brag.
first, i want to say "fuck you" to the grim reaper, because he still hasn't got me. i know eventually my number will be up, but not yet.
second, this week (maybe even today, i am not exactly sure) two years ago was when i first noticed the symptoms of having cancer. it was this time two years ago when i was surfing around the poles between dee why and long reef beach, when i came off my board, slapping onto the water. that was when i thought i "bruised" my left nut. two weeks later, it still hurt, and swelled to about the size of a large lemon. one orchidectomy and four heavy rounds of chemotherapy later, plus a case of influenza in the middle which nearly killed me, i am still alive. these days i am healthy, happy, and enjoying my life. what more can i say? as this time of year rolls through, i am quietly reminded of my cancer experience. it is something that i am confronted with every day. but i know that it was the now two years ago (next year will be three, and in 50 years will be 52) when my life got a huge wake up call, and i was faced with the challenge of survival. here i am.

ok. i must add this amendment to the blog entry below (the one about schapelle corby). i found out on the news this morning, that john howard, the little cunt, did not even sign the government letter sent to the indonesian court. apparently, in the letter, there was not even a mention of schapelle's name. go figure! (i think the letter was more about the baggage handling debacle at australian airports) along with the letter was attached a petition with 10,000 signatures from australians, demanding schapelle go free. the judge's response, "the letter won't make a difference." get this- the head judge in the case, and there are three of them, he has had over 500 drug cases tried before him, and not a single one was found not guilty. i guess we can already conclude what will happen in this one too...

so australia holds its breath in anticipation of its recently adopted "sweet heart" schapelle corby. if you didn't know, she was arrested in bali, indonesia a few months ago, apparently attempting to smuggle into the country, nearly 4 kilograms of marijuana, inside of her boggie board bag. the trial is over. the verdict is due out from the judges in two weeks, and the australian public holds its breath. in the midst of this whole political debacle, is the airport security scandal going on at all australian airports. basically, baggage haddlers have been caught in smuggling drugs- heroine, cocaine, ecstasy- into the country. so the question is did schapelle do it? or was she set up? but these recent allegations have come to late for her trial. drug pocession in indonesia is a crime punishable by death. her case is not helped by the fact that 3 weeks ago 9 other australian nationals were caught by indonesian police, as they attempted to board a plane to australia with several kilograms of heroine strapped to their bodies. these heroine guys and girls are guilty. the fact is undisputable becuase the drugs were on them. case closed. warm up the firing squad, they are all going to be exectud. but in schapelle's case, she has consistently denied any relation to the marijuana. the entire time claiming it was not hers...
in relation, the two cases, marijuana vs. heroine, there is virtually little comparison. except that indonesian law punishes both by death. this is almost a joke when you consider it. the heroine thing i can understand, but marijuana? come on! especially when you consider that it is pretty much the drug of choice for most australians (outside of beer), most americans (particularly the further west and left you go), much of europe (have you ever been to holland?), the majority of the middle east, and africa, and it can even be found in indonesia. i know i have had that experience too. let's take australia as an example. in the capital territory of canberra, where all the national law makers reside at least part of the year, it is legal to grow up to 3 personal plants. so why haven't many australian politicians been jumping up and down over this case of schapelles? so far there is no direct evidence that it is her pot. the only connection is the fact that it was in her board bag. taking into consideration the qantas baggage handlers, there is more than a reasonable doubt that the drugs may well and truly not be hers. would she have been so foolish to have stuffed her bags with 4 kilos of weed? probably not. schapelle had visited bali at least 9 times prior. anyone who has been in that denpesar airport would be aware of the many sniffer dogs checking bags coming off the plane. is it likely that she smokes pot? yes, doesn't everyone. nearly everybody has at least experimented with it. ask bill clinton. ask bush jr. he has had plenty of drugs, booze, and still does.
why am i writing this? fuck i don't know. i don't think she should be persecuted for any of this, when there are people running around the back scenes of airports stuffing cocaine and heroine into other peoples luggage. marijuana, what does it do? it makes you giggle, makes you docile, and the medical benifits of it are way better than any conventional drug.
john howard, the fearless (spineless) leader of australia, has yesterday for the first time written a letter to the indonesain government on schapelle's behalf. it is too little too late, john. you are planning to give more than a billion dollars in aid to the same indonesian government, surely you could exchange that for schapelle corby. afterall, money talks.

lately i have been making attempts to broaden my blogging. this has taken several forms, from visiting other blog sites (the most common) and leaving comments, to landing my blog site on a blog registry (i just this second did this, so who knows the result?). i keep telling people i email to check out the site, but if they do, few ever comment. so if you are reading this, please leave a comment. here or on another posted entry, as this one sucks.

john bolton has not made it as americas man in the UN. what happy news! finally someone in american politics is seeing the absurdity of it all. can the bush administration get any more arrogant? unfortunately, the UN is not yet safe from the haunting of mr. bolton, the vote goes before the entire senate. the rest of the world waits...

where do i start? today, was another long day spent at the hospital. once again we were back at mona vale hospital in regards to cherry's abdominal pain post surgery of 3 weeks ago. she had already been back once due to the excruciating agony from the pain, which was highly unusual at the time. so after 3 weeks of constant bleeding and discomfort, we decide to go back this morning, first thing.
when we arrived, we were the only ones in the emergency ward. we were rapidly put into a private exam room and blood was taken. it looked to be a good sign. how wrong could that have been?
the treating doctor, ended up being the biggest fucking cunt bitch, i have ever encountered in a hospital. i have had enough experience working in hospitals, as well as having the unfortunate experience as a patient, to meet many hospital employees over the past few years in australia. this woman was the worst! she was totally rude, uninterested, non-communicative, and the least caring person we encountered all day. even the guy mopping the floors at 8am was more pleasant and had a smile. after waiting in the same tiny room for 4 1/2 hours, i went looking in the halls for the doctor. by this time, cherry was doubled up in pain. "what's happening? my wife is in increasing abdominal pain? can you please help?" this is what i asked her. her response was a scowl and "i'll be right there." five minutes later she walks in and tells us, "there is nothing wrong." we both knew this to not be the case. i had to question her about the results from the blood taken many hours before. she would not openly share this information, but finally did (with obvious dissatisfaction). we demanded an ultra-sound.
almost an hour later, we were in the radiology department getting an ultra-sound. the radiologist was a bit taken aback, because the results from the scan showed, that the doctors had left some tissue in my wife's uterus, after the previous operation 3 weeks earlier. we pressed him for an explanation. he side stepped saying that was for the doctor to explain. we told him of our earlier experience. he was shocked. later, i saw him discussing the matter with the same doctor. doctor bitch, was looking a bit worried, as she had obviously misdiagnosed, and about 20 minutes later could not kiss ass enough, as she tried to make stabbing attempts to be extremely cordial. we were not fooled.
within another 30 minutes, nurses and other hospital staff were running around with paper work, beds, blankets, gowns, everything, and cherry was off to theatre for a repeat performance of three weeks ago. this was not the desired outcome, but a necessary procedure.
tonight, we are home recovering. it has been a long and exhausting day for us both, but truly, i had the easy role in all this. we walked into the hospital at 8am, and did not leave until 5:30pm.

i am unemployed at the moment. it doesn't feel all that great, but it doesn't feel all that bad either. i know that when the money gets real tight, and the bank starts calling up about the money i owe, then things will get a bit more interesting. i had work lined up, doing landscaping work. but it has fallen through for the time being, and looks like it will not be available for several weeks. since returning from the holiday up the coast, i have come back to a house that is in need of painting. that is wonderful, but i can't afford to pay myself to paint. especially when i can barely afford to feed myself at the moment.
so i am putting out a notice to anyone who is interested or at least in he know. i am looking fo a job, and am open to most things. so if you have any suggestions (in the form of leads) to any paying work related jobs let me know. if you are simply going to tell me to start looking through the paper in the classified sections, or on line, forget it. i am not ready to once again undergo that crap. i want the friend of a friend thing to happen. i don't mind interviews. i do have a few requirements, such as pay, distance to work, and no more night shift work. other than that i am quite open to most anything. i have a resume, upon request. going on the dole is an option, but not ultimate.

the final installment of the star wars saga is out next week. i wish i could say i am totally excited about it. i am not. every release since the empire strikes back has been less and less anticipated, especially the latest two. perhaps the most exciting aspect of this new film is the ultimate conversion of anakin skywalker into darth vader, the most villainous and dastardly evil bad guy of all time. really what is not to love about the man in black?
i am not writing today to wax poetically about darth vader, though. my intentions are to put forth the real and true reasons for darth vader's cranky attitude. the answer to why this guy is so upset?... he misplaced his droids. plain and simple. there is no feeling of lost love, no remorse over a bastard son and daughter, no retribution towards obie-wan, he is just a hurt little boy, with missing droids. what droids you may be asking yourself? it was plainly obvious to me, in the early parts of episode 1, a very young annakin skywalker is building none other than the internationally famous C-3PO. as the story progresses, sure annakin has some hardships growing up without a father and losing his mother (and let me just state here for the record that the immaculate conception bullshit was never and will never be acceptable) as well as having that wanker obie-wan-kenobi as a teacher, but the real downfall was becoming seperated from his droids, C-3PO and R2-D2. that is the missing link in the whole saga, something that will (hopefully) finally be exposed as the truth in the final film of episode 3, where he loses them forever. that is why darth vader is conquering that poor galaxy far far away. he is searching for his missing droids as well as the fucking rebel rat who took them from him. darth vader has simply just been misunderstood all these years.
i, for one, think that darth vader could have used much better and efficient methods of finding his prescious droids, rather than sailing around space in the over sized death star destroying insignificant planets such as alderan. what darth vader should have done, was employ the greatest detective of all time to do the super sluething for him, colombo. if darth vader and colombo would have teamed up, there would be nothing safe in the galaxy. colombo could find the droids, no problem, and darth vader could, from a distance, squeezed the nuts off the rebel scum who took them in the first place. if colombo was on another case, the back up plan would most certainly have to be inspector gadget. however, i digress from my assertion. hiring colombo would be the way to go. that way we could have saved ourselves the agony of the last two star wars films, and what looks to be certain the agony of this soon to be released final one.
not that anyones thoughts, opinions, ideas, or arguments, are going to have an effect upon the film, because it is already in the can, and slotted for release next week. and besides, it all happened a long time ago. go darth go.
maybe when it is all over, we can set up a darth vader dating service?

well the last 8 days i have been away from civilization. we headed north for warm weather and warmer waters. it was the first time camping in nearly two years. the only thing we did not plan for was the rain, but that was only water. we dried out. for me, however, the highlight was the surfing. i surfed many awesome breaks, some of them world class. day 1 was minnie waters- a beach break, that was nothing special except for the fact i was the only person in the water. day 2 was angourie- a world famous right hand point break. there was only a handful of other surfers in the 2 meter storm swell. it was memorable and the water was so clean. day 3 and 4 at clark's beach at byron bay- this was a perfect wave for long boarding as everywhere else was blown out and over powered by the storm. here i got some of the longest rides of the trip. the currents were so strong that it was a constant paddle to keep in one place. there was no sitting on the board for a rest. often times i caught such long waves, that i had to get out of the water and walk back up the beach to get back to the take off point. there was 80-100 people in the water so the crowd made it difficult. day 5 evans head- for another all time great right hander. this was a wonderful day in the water with friends. only 4 of us in the water, so it was pretty much any wave we wanted. surfed there for about 2 1/2 hours, before the major tide change killed the wave. day 6 was a swim at south west rocks. day 7 crescent head- for more great long boarding waves. by the time i walked out of the surf here, i felt like i was surfing and paddling very strong.
my return home to dee why, there is no waves whatsoever. so i am back to painting house and ocean swims.

well if you think that life in iraq is bad with guns and bombs blowing up on every street corner, then maybe you should take a look at this site
www.sunbelt-software.com/stu/iraq/sandstorm.htm
mother nature looks alot more fierce in iraq than pappa bush ever was, or baby bush could ever hope to be.