April Fools?
I went to a witch doctor on April Fools Day. He was very good. He came close to recounting my entire tragic injury-ridden history without the help of lead questions, or any information disclosures from me. I literally just sat on the witch-patient chair, and within a few moments, he pronounced knowingly "let me tell you what's wrong with you". Dr Phil eat your heart out.
So he presribed me 2 packs of drugs. The pharmacist warned me not to consume any alcohol during the course. My life as a teetotaler beings ... *sob* In preparation, I drank as much red wine as I could on Sat night.
I decided to 'google' these 2 packs of drugs. I'm very VERY scared about the information my eyes are relaying back to my now very drowsey brain.
Pack One - Endep 10
Used to treat depression, and can be used to treat bed wetting - OMG?!?!?!?!
Google says: "The main ingredient 'amitriptyline' is used to relieve symptoms of depression such as feelings of sadness, worthlessness, or guilt; loss of interest in daily activities; changes in appetite; tiredness; sleeping too much; insomnia; and thoughts of death or suicide. Amitriptyline is also sometimes used to treat certain types of pain." OMG?!?!?!?!?
Pack Two - Eplim
Used to treat: Epilepsy ; Maintenance treatment as a mood stabiliser in bipolar disorder to help prevent episodes of ill health (unlicensed use); Treatment of acute manic episodes in bipolar affective disorder (unlicensed use) - OMG!?!??!!
The news gets worse. Side effects may include weight gain, confusion, Shaky movements and unsteady walk (ataxia), and temporary hair loss - regrowth may be curly?! OMG?!?!!?
Is this an April Fools joke or what??
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Culburra & Imaginary Friends amongst other things
Last weekend, we spent a wonderfully relaxing and enjoyable weekend in Culburra, land of the kookaburra (no, I lie)
Culburra is a close cousin of Wollongong. Despite not being as UBD/TomTom friendly, it offers the same pristine beaches & very monetary-generous accommodation. We scored a massive 'OC' type house that boasted a 2 minute walk from the beach. No s53 Trade Practices Act - false or misleading representations - contraventions here! Although the 2 minute walk didn't take into account the heavy toil of bacon and eggs (fried & scrambled), fresh oysters, fish'n'chips, prawns, wholesale KFC, BBQ octopus and a gluttony of food that the heart foundation warns you against.
Did you know that you can purchase make-your-own KFC chicken? End product is somewhat similar, however less crispy and surprisingly more spicy.
The surf was quite chaotic and a bit dangerous - ask Binny, she needed some baywatch assistance. Unlucky for her, there were no life guards. Lucky for her, there was an Asian novice surfer in close proximity.
We also went fishing - I caught my first fish EVER. It happened so quickly and I really didn't know what I was doing, so suffice to say that skill played no part. It was under the legal size and Kathy had to throw it back with the hook still lodged in its mouth. Poor little fishy. Hope the other fishes don't start taunting it with "train tracks" or "I know what you did last summer" comments. Thanks Craigy for all the supplies ... he certainly knows how to 'go fishin' ... *snicker*
We also visited an oyster farm - battlers of the sea. He had tears in his eyes as he was telling us the plight of the Georges River farmers during QX outbreak circa 1994. Stupid me flippantly mentioned that he must have been happy that the competition was wiped out. Ignorance is so embarrassing sometimes. *cringe* It takes 3 years to nurse those aphrodisiacs, and we gorge them for $1.33 a pop. The cost-benefit analysis for these farmers doesn't stack up, but I don't think they do it for the ker-ching!
On something completely unrelated.
I was watching a children's program the other morning, and a bunch of ppl in dinosaur(?) costumes were reading a letter from a kid. The letter read: "what makes a good friend and how do I meet one". Helpfully, the dinosaur-ppl listed some traits of a good friend, e.g. good at making lists (questionable), makes me laugh (tick), picks me when they fall down in the playground (tick). I was shocked when I heard their suggestion for the 2nd part of the question, i.e. where do I meet one. They suggested that this child conjure up an imaginary friend!! Is grand delusion really a solution? I never had an imaginary friend growing up, and I doubt having one would have alleviated those moments of nigel-ness. I can just imagine the solutions these dinosaur ppl would give to the following conundrums:
I think I'm ugly. Solution > cut out Charlize Theron's face and wear it as a mask ... permanently.
I want to be a doctor. Solution > get Mum & Dad to buy a play kit and treat your imaginary friends.
I want to be Hugh Hefner. Solution > read "The Game".
Speaking of, we were @ Hugo's on Sat night for Malinda's 21st bday - HAPPY BDAY by the way. The scene reminded me of that "famous" magazine advert. Everybody was hot and glamorous. Some ppl really put mega effort for a night out. Pick up joint indeed, some more than others (go Shar ... heh heh).
Vestiges of chilli crab is haunting me this morning. Coffee is not helping.
Last weekend, we spent a wonderfully relaxing and enjoyable weekend in Culburra, land of the kookaburra (no, I lie)
Culburra is a close cousin of Wollongong. Despite not being as UBD/TomTom friendly, it offers the same pristine beaches & very monetary-generous accommodation. We scored a massive 'OC' type house that boasted a 2 minute walk from the beach. No s53 Trade Practices Act - false or misleading representations - contraventions here! Although the 2 minute walk didn't take into account the heavy toil of bacon and eggs (fried & scrambled), fresh oysters, fish'n'chips, prawns, wholesale KFC, BBQ octopus and a gluttony of food that the heart foundation warns you against.
Did you know that you can purchase make-your-own KFC chicken? End product is somewhat similar, however less crispy and surprisingly more spicy.
The surf was quite chaotic and a bit dangerous - ask Binny, she needed some baywatch assistance. Unlucky for her, there were no life guards. Lucky for her, there was an Asian novice surfer in close proximity.
We also went fishing - I caught my first fish EVER. It happened so quickly and I really didn't know what I was doing, so suffice to say that skill played no part. It was under the legal size and Kathy had to throw it back with the hook still lodged in its mouth. Poor little fishy. Hope the other fishes don't start taunting it with "train tracks" or "I know what you did last summer" comments. Thanks Craigy for all the supplies ... he certainly knows how to 'go fishin' ... *snicker*
We also visited an oyster farm - battlers of the sea. He had tears in his eyes as he was telling us the plight of the Georges River farmers during QX outbreak circa 1994. Stupid me flippantly mentioned that he must have been happy that the competition was wiped out. Ignorance is so embarrassing sometimes. *cringe* It takes 3 years to nurse those aphrodisiacs, and we gorge them for $1.33 a pop. The cost-benefit analysis for these farmers doesn't stack up, but I don't think they do it for the ker-ching!
On something completely unrelated.
I was watching a children's program the other morning, and a bunch of ppl in dinosaur(?) costumes were reading a letter from a kid. The letter read: "what makes a good friend and how do I meet one". Helpfully, the dinosaur-ppl listed some traits of a good friend, e.g. good at making lists (questionable), makes me laugh (tick), picks me when they fall down in the playground (tick). I was shocked when I heard their suggestion for the 2nd part of the question, i.e. where do I meet one. They suggested that this child conjure up an imaginary friend!! Is grand delusion really a solution? I never had an imaginary friend growing up, and I doubt having one would have alleviated those moments of nigel-ness. I can just imagine the solutions these dinosaur ppl would give to the following conundrums:
Speaking of, we were @ Hugo's on Sat night for Malinda's 21st bday - HAPPY BDAY by the way. The scene reminded me of that "famous" magazine advert. Everybody was hot and glamorous. Some ppl really put mega effort for a night out. Pick up joint indeed, some more than others (go Shar ... heh heh).
Vestiges of chilli crab is haunting me this morning. Coffee is not helping.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
A Peak into the Subconscious
My subconscious has been conjuring up rather bizarre dreams lately. The images left such an impression - like those cool watermarks you can imprint in the background of Microsoft Word - that it left me sitting in the dark wondering 'what the'. So along came Google to the rescue. Here are some brief interpretations of the symbols:
Burning Forest
If you dream of a fire in the forest, you need to pay close attention to your health.
[My interpretation: I've been doing too much printing at work]
Apes/Orangutan
To see a small ape cling to a tree, warns the dreamer to beware; a false person is close to you and will cause unpleasantness in your circle. Deceit goes with this dream.
To dream of an orangutan, denotes that some person is falsely using your influence to further selfish schemes.
[My interpretation: a) been observing too much primatial behaviour; b) I'm not eating enough bananas; c) I have an issue with my opposable thumbs *thumbs down*]
Saving an animal
To dream that you are saving the life of an animal, suggests that you are successfully acknowledging certain emotions and characteristics represented by the animal.
[My interpretation: Perhaps eating too much McDonalds - doesn't $1 from every Big Mac go towards the save an organutan foundation or something? That could be a bit old school. Either that or my brain is telling me to watch Gorillas in the Mist again.]
Anyway, hasn't the aerial skiing proved to be drama on snow?! Days of our Snow ... The Good (Camplin), the Bad (Cooper), and the Ugly (Ierodiaconou). The sequence of events is a reflection of life really. Which category do you fall into? :
Camplin
Darling child of the media. Blonde Aussie with pearly white teeth (sponsored by colgate of course). Suffers extreme adversity but life awards her for her Herculean bravery and effort. Can't put a foot wrong and comes up with the goods under pressure.
Cooper
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Aussie but not blessed with the blonde locks and cheesy smile. Also suffers adversity and not rewarded for diligence and perseverance. Chokes under pressure and justifies by referring to her new claimed world record.
Ierodiaconou
Young, of ethnic descent and probably would be mistaken for a Muslim if she was walking around in Cronulla. Had the best chance of the trio going into the competition but life serves up a crushing blow (to the knee ... and to our ear drums) and doesn't even make pass the qualifying rounds.
Begg-Smith
(Did he tack on the 'Smith' to convince us that he is Aussie?)
Young, good looking and drives a Ferrari. Canadian born, multi-millionaire due to successfully inventing and proliferating pop-ups. Friend of corporations, foe of society. While he's winning gold, we are cleaning virus' from our computers.
Moral of the story? Perhaps evilness does come out on top at the end of the day
My subconscious has been conjuring up rather bizarre dreams lately. The images left such an impression - like those cool watermarks you can imprint in the background of Microsoft Word - that it left me sitting in the dark wondering 'what the'. So along came Google to the rescue. Here are some brief interpretations of the symbols:
Burning Forest
If you dream of a fire in the forest, you need to pay close attention to your health.
[My interpretation: I've been doing too much printing at work]
Apes/Orangutan
To see a small ape cling to a tree, warns the dreamer to beware; a false person is close to you and will cause unpleasantness in your circle. Deceit goes with this dream.
To dream of an orangutan, denotes that some person is falsely using your influence to further selfish schemes.
[My interpretation: a) been observing too much primatial behaviour; b) I'm not eating enough bananas; c) I have an issue with my opposable thumbs *thumbs down*]
Saving an animal
To dream that you are saving the life of an animal, suggests that you are successfully acknowledging certain emotions and characteristics represented by the animal.
[My interpretation: Perhaps eating too much McDonalds - doesn't $1 from every Big Mac go towards the save an organutan foundation or something? That could be a bit old school. Either that or my brain is telling me to watch Gorillas in the Mist again.]
Anyway, hasn't the aerial skiing proved to be drama on snow?! Days of our Snow ... The Good (Camplin), the Bad (Cooper), and the Ugly (Ierodiaconou). The sequence of events is a reflection of life really. Which category do you fall into? :
Camplin
Darling child of the media. Blonde Aussie with pearly white teeth (sponsored by colgate of course). Suffers extreme adversity but life awards her for her Herculean bravery and effort. Can't put a foot wrong and comes up with the goods under pressure.
Cooper
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Aussie but not blessed with the blonde locks and cheesy smile. Also suffers adversity and not rewarded for diligence and perseverance. Chokes under pressure and justifies by referring to her new claimed world record.
Ierodiaconou
Young, of ethnic descent and probably would be mistaken for a Muslim if she was walking around in Cronulla. Had the best chance of the trio going into the competition but life serves up a crushing blow (to the knee ... and to our ear drums) and doesn't even make pass the qualifying rounds.
Begg-Smith
(Did he tack on the 'Smith' to convince us that he is Aussie?)
Young, good looking and drives a Ferrari. Canadian born, multi-millionaire due to successfully inventing and proliferating pop-ups. Friend of corporations, foe of society. While he's winning gold, we are cleaning virus' from our computers.
Moral of the story? Perhaps evilness does come out on top at the end of the day
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