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I might not be around much over the next few days, as my favourite Aunt and Uncle jet into town late tomorrow, so we’re off to Sydney to pick them up and bring them back here for a few days of tourism South Coast style.

I was just reading around the blogs and stuff, and I realised that I have not really said anything about Australian Politics. This is a good thing, because I believe politics polarises people. There are some bloggers who are left, some who are right, and some who are green, and some who are all that and more. I’ve avoided the whole topic for the most part because I don’t want to piss anyone off by shoving my beliefs in their face like bloggers sometimes do.

I don’t care what your political beliefs are, ya’all. They’re yours, and you get to have them, as does everyone else. I hope you can extend the same courtesy to me if and when I choose to state what mine are. That won’t be now, because to be honest I really don’t have a great amount of strong feelings one way or another about politics these days.

I sure did have some back when our good friend and self proclaimed saviour Pauline was around – I was very much against everything she stood for. That’s because I believe what she stood for was – point at some group of people, tell everyone “That’s the reason for all the problems in your life” and then have people go whoa, she’s so right, why didn’t I realise it before? But you can’t point a finger at a group of people and blame everything that is wrong in your life with them existing and say, if they did not exist, my life would be perfect – that just isn’t true.

Realistically, Pauline was a creation of two Davids who put words into her mouth, I believe. I don’t think she really believed any of the stuff she said. That was kind of given away by the obvious vacuum in her head anytime people asked her stuff – if she didn’t have a canned response all ready for it, she ummed and ahhed and just had no clue.

However, I hope she doesn’t find out where I live, I’ve used her name to bait the scammers and I have a shitload of checks on my wall with her name on them, and though they are all fake she might think she can use them to start up another party.. ;)

But the scariest thing about what Pauline did was the people who jumped on her bandwagon. I was at the protest in Adelaide, and I saw a 12 year old kid get beaten up by members of a very scary hate group because he dared to throw an egg Pauline’s way. It wasn’t reported (I think the reporters themselves were terrified of that group of people to be honest) but it was extremely scary.

Speaking of beliefs, I am really disappointed. I wanted to find out what religion I am using the Belief-O-Matic and it wouldn’t work for me! I tried for some time but it kept having an error. It’s still not working, so I am still without a religion. Oh well. Let’s hope the world don’t end over the next few days and maybe the people will get it fixed or something..

>Be good while I’m off touristing, ya’all..

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10 things

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Ok, only because you said to, Tom Gara..

10 things you probably didnt know about Snoskred, in no particular order.

1. I currently have over 10,000 unread messages from scammers in my inboxes as I type this.

2. I used to go to church, a long long time ago! Only because the pastor had a South African accent, which I am absolutely a sucker for. He could have stood up there and read the back of cereal boxes and I would never have noticed.

3. Returning from my best friend’s wedding, I’d had those acrylic nails done and on boarding the plane I had this bag I was trying to stow under the seat when the person sitting next to me shoved me forwards. My thumbnail caught the edge of the seat and literally snapped in half, tearing off my real nail underneath. The inconsiderate bastard did not even notice, but the person standing behind him did.

I was tapped on the shoulder and this voice I recognised immediately offered me a bandaid – it was Mark Owen, one of my favourite boyband members. It was actually the second time we’d met – the first time was in a lift when Take That toured my home town and we stayed in their hotel.

4. I once dated a man with no hair. Literally. Not even eyebrows. And no, he did not draw them on, either. ;)

5. I used to install car stereos and compete in car audio competitions. My car measured 126db and one of my customers won third place in the car audio nationals.

6. How I got into scambaiting was, a scammer sent an email to my own personal inbox. I googled, and found a scambaiting website, and the rest is history. In my first ever scambait, I recorded over 10 hours of audio with that scammer – most of it he called me, so he paid a lot of money to have me as his wife. :)

7. I have two nephews and one niece.

8. I love sorbet and gelati.

9. I was recently pictured holding Fluffy the Anaconda ;) I love snakes.

10. I have this yellow Caroma bathroom stool which gets used for all kinds of things around the house. Since I was a baby there has always been a Caroma bathroom stool in any house I have lived in.

So there you go. And if you’re reading this, you’ve been officially tagged, and it’s your turn to tell us all 10 things we don’t know about you.. Leave a comment and I’ll link to your 10 things here for everyone else reading this to see.. ;)

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100th blog!

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Yay, that was fast. The blog is only a month and a half or so old. You may not get Quality here folks but you sure get Quantity. :)Speaking of Q words, I believe the following explains precisely why some scambaiters have found it difficult to cope with me. A quote from the book Black Box –

“This exaggerated respect for a pilot is greater in a hierarchical society, or.. when the junior member of the crew has been schooled in automatic obedience to his superiors in the course of military training. I believe that Qantas’s success in remaining virtually accident free throughout the years owes a lot to a peculiarly Australian factor: the willingness of Australians to stand up to their bosses. In their non-hierarchical society subordinates are culturally encouraged to feel free to challenge their superiors. In airline management terms this leads to a healthy tension between air crew and management, who cannot impose their ideas as easily as they can among more obedient races. If an Aussie crew member thinks a plane is potentially unsafe he will not hesitate to say so, loudly and frequently. This could do more than any conditioning to save lives”

I believe this is why a few (and a very few at that) people had issues with me. I have strong beliefs, and I do speak them, loudly and frequently. If I believe something is wrong, I do not hesitate to say so. But you know, it’s their loss. I don’t see anyone stepping up to do much these days – it’s all talk and no action and many of the people I recruited to work as a part of a team are back to working on their own with no help or team to back them up.

Even worse than that, there’s little training for any new people coming onto the scene, to the extent that people are now worse off than they were when I got into scambaiting originally. No mentoring in dealing with victims and their issues, not even given the tools to do the job with, right down to email accounts that are safe for them to warn from. If people make mistakes, they then get slapped hard and/or kicked in the teeth for it. It’s no wonder people aren’t putting up their hand to help victims. I would not – in fact I am one of those people back to working on my own.

I have a bit of a blog burning inside me that’s going to come out sooner or later. Have patience, it will get here. :)

In other news, my attempt to have the longest sidebar in the history of blogging seems to be stalling somewhat. I need to find more things to put there. If you’re a blogger reading this and you have something in your sidebar on your blog, please throw me a comment. :)

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Painting

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I’m not an artist. As you read in this post here I got kicked out of art class. However when I moved here there is this restaurant we often go to and on the walls they have these paintings that are for sale. There is this one which is just blue (the ocean) with a white sort of line across the middle of it (a breaking wave) and I kept saying to the other half – I reckon I could paint that. It’s selling for $350 but I don’t think anyone is buying. ;)

However if I could paint something similar I’d like to put it on my wall and if I enjoy doing it and can manage it a lot cheaper then heck, maybe I’ll take up painting. There’s another one that is just completely black and about halfway down it has red, orange, and yellow blobs meant to be representing flowers. That one I’m pretty sure I can make a painting like it.

art

But always for me when I am painting it seems like some kind of psychological test. Probably because of my art class issues. When I started painting this today the voice in my head just kept saying “How do you feel about this” “Are you enjoying this” “If you’re not enjoying this why are you doing this” you know, that negative little voice that tries to tell you to quit before you’ve even really started. That continued the whole time I was painting the blue – then I painted the black at the top, and then…

I had purple and I wanted to try to blend the blue into the black with a line of purple, you know how it happens at sunset sometimes. I was mixing the purple and blue together and it made that darker color you see just below the black and somehow I got lost in what I was doing.

No more asking questions, no more negativity, just kind of like when I used to color in those squares and see what colors the pencils were. Then once I had met the darker purple with the blue, I went back over with a lighter purple where the horizon would probably be, to lighten it up a bit. It just started to look really good to me.

I don’t know anything about art, I don’t even know how to use the materials I have actually. I just kind of make it up as I go along. But I ended up enjoying this. I’m not done with this painting, there’s more work to do when it dries and I think I will let it dry overnight and then take another look at it because the blue part probably needs going over again, and I have never seen a black sky so I want to try and put some dark blue over that to lighten it up a little bit.

But for a first effort it isn’t bad and maybe if I get some classes and find out what the heck I should be doing, I might enjoy painting as a new hobby. As long as they don’t kick me out. ;)

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A serious announcement

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For those of you reading this blog who are not already aware, I have made a decision some time ago not to breed – I’m not having kids. Why, you ask?

  • I was in the room when my second nephew was born and what I saw happen was extremely scary.
  • My arm still has the bruise from where my sister dug her fingers in during transition.
  • My sister has been breeding quite well – 3 kids already and she’s not yet 30.
  • Perhaps I can convince her to have another one then she can give two to me?
  • The Other Half and I hate being places where kids are allowed to run amok.
  • The Other Half and I would rather work weekends because that means weekdays are generally kid free wherever we choose to go.
  • I cannot STAND anything icky, gooey or not 100% clean.
  • This means I would turn any offspring into a germophobe.
  • I have two cats, these are my babies.
  • So much so that I printed out nice wallet size pictures of them, had them laminated and gave them to my Mum so she can show strangers her grand kids.
  • My sister once let me babysit. She said she would be back in two hours.
  • For two hours I was scared. At two hours and one minute, I was terrified. At three hours and still no sign of her I was ready to pack my belongings and run far, far away. At four hours, I was desperately calling her mobile. Help! HELP NOW!
  • The only reason I survived those four hours was because the other half did most of the baby sitting.
  • Babies become eerily calm in his presence.
  • If I bred, I would have to give my baby to him and go to work while he raised it to four years, at which stage I would be happy to take over as you can have a rational conversation with a four year old. Sometimes.
  • I’m honest enough with myself to say I am just too darned selfish to be a mother. I don’t have that mothering bone at all. But, I do love my cats. And my nephews and new niece, as long as I can give them back after a few hours.

I made this decision some years ago (my second nephew is now 5) and I am still feeling ok with it. I don’t think I am going to freak out as my biological clock ticks closer to stopping entirely. But, ask me in 9 years when I will be almost 40, and I’ll let you know if that is still the case. ;)

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Movies

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Sephy’s Platzish: Movies

Matching up with this post of Sephy’s. ;)

When I was growing up, I watched a LOT of movies. My parents had one of the first video machines on the block. We were one of the first people to sign up at “Focus Video” i think it was called, and we usually between the four of us rented anywhere between 2-10 movies a week. So a lot of movies have influenced me over time. Every time I mention a movie to my good friend Sephiroth, most of the time he has never seen it. This is partly because he is a lot younger than me. Many of the movies I really loved were from the 80’s.

A fair while ago we decided the easiest thing to do was for him to just make a list of movies I thought he should at some point in his life see. I suggested he get Ferris Bueller’s Day Off a while back and when he said to me yesterday that he had it, I decided I would like to re-watch it myself. Of course I already had it here in my enormous DVD collection ;) hehe I must take pics and post them for you some time. But I watched it with the Director’s Commentary. John Hughes reminds me a lot of a guy we both know from baiting, Bandit. The way he talks is quite similar.

One of the lesser known facts about this movie was that Ferris was actually the first teenager chosen to go on the space shuttle. Just before before this film was released, the Challenger accident happened. So the film was edited to remove that bit of the storyline.

John Hughes talked quite a bit about the Institute of Art, and one thing he said was that he used to go there a lot when he was taking a day off from school. Long before I heard him say this, this movie inspired me and probably a whole generation of kids to do the same thing. My number one destination was always the Museum {the egypt room, does this come as a surprise to anyone? ;) but I also loved the rocks}, followed by the Art Gallery. There’s something about those places that make you forget all your troubles and just *be*. I would usually go to the art gallery once a week minimum.

I didn’t go to school for almost all of year 11 at school – the deputy principal died while scuba diving (an aneurysm – is that how you spell that?) about two months into the school year and I did not enjoy the way the other kids revelled in it. He was a good guy and we interacted a lot with each other the previous year because I got kicked out of art class – I can’t draw and I hated it and the Art Teacher was a nasty cow who liked to point out I couldn’t draw – and he was the teacher who ran the detention I got sent to instead of going to art class. I explained to him why I hated art class and he admitted to me that he never could draw either but he loved to take coloured pencils and just make little colored squares with them. I had a huge pencil case full of great pencils and the two of us often spent an hour sharing a desk and pencils, just coloring in squares and enjoying the colors and talking about all kinds of stuff.

He inspired me to take a few different classes the next year when I didn’t have to take art, one of them being Latin with a really good teacher friend of his (and the dead poets society had something to do with that too, seen that one Sephy?) but the other kids thought it was great that he died because he was the real disciplinarian. So there I was, probably one of the only people in the school who was upset about this and I really missed him – typing about it opens up a big hole I had forgotten about, too. A couple of days after it happened some kids got real rowdy laughing and joking about it and I took one look and thought, it’s going to be like this for the rest of the year. I don’t need this. These people suck, bigtime. So each day my Mum would drop me off at school, I would go and sign in at home room, then I would walk down to the train station and catch a train into the city. I’d go wherever I felt like going. If I had enough money I might go to the movies but usually I had to look for stuff that was free and save any money I had for buying lunch.

The other thing I really loved about this movie was the idea of life moving pretty fast so you have to stop to take a look around once in a while. I firmly believe in that to this day. You have to have me time, every now and then. I had a lot of me time when I was in year 11 and this was one of the things that taught me to really love my own company. I couldn’t often talk anyone into taking even one day off school with me. They were all worried about getting caught.

The irony of this is, I never did get caught. I actually passed all my classes. I even passed exams I did not show up for. There were almost 500 kids in my year level of school, 5 year levels in total and most of them had over 500 too. My maths class had 60 kids in it. So one kid was not missed. Nobody ever said anything to me about it. At the end of the school year I was dreading getting my school report but when I did get it and I found I had mostly got b’s, I suggested to my Mum that it might be time to look at changing schools.

Wow, that blog kinda went off track a little there. ;) Sorry about that.. ;)

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Black or White

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“I can’t see the point of painting everything black or white” – lyric from A-ha’s The Sun Never Shone That Day.

Well I really love A-ha. This lyric makes me think. I really do think of everything in terms of black or white. Good or bad. Hero or Zero. Love or Hate. Right or Wrong. For me there really are no in betweens. I do not think this is a bad thing for the most part but I know other people find it difficult to deal with when they are dealing with me – especially when they disagree with me.

On the other hand, people always know where they stand with me – if they bother to ask. I make no bones about it. I don’t go around behind peoples backs – I’ll say it to your face. Unlike a lot of people people in life.

However, I am happy to agree to disagree – it won’t stop me believing what I believe, it won’t change my opinion or way of doing things. I believe regardless of how compatible two people might be, they will never agree on everything.

Tomorrow I plan to get up early and watch a couple of movies. I haven’t seen Romeo + Juliet in a bit too long now, I bought Priscilla Queen Of The Desert ages ago but haven’t sat down to watch it on DVD yet, there’s a few others I may consider as well.

Last weekend I watched Grease with the commentary track – I got it on DVD, it’s a 2 disc version with a cute little leather jacket over it. They cleaned up the movie a fair bit digitally and it looks incredible on my TV. So good I want to watch it again a few more times. ;) Commentary tracks are always fascinating to me and this was no exception. Well worth watching.

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A bit more Toby Rand

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A quick update on life in the Snoskred world –

1. I got some skype credit and I was in a bit of a mood thanks to a mod from a forum I hang out at. To put my happy face on I tried to call some Nigerian Scammers about 5am their time, but the inconsiderate bastards had their phones switched off! Now how can they wake up to me swearing at them? So I just emailed a few of them angrily instead.

2. I am feeling better mostly. But throat still painful. :(

3. I had ordered a pink pool cue to go with the pool table, they forgot to bring it yesterday. They delivered it today to the other half at work. This could present a problem – see 4.

4. My parents still do not know there is a pool table here. I sense Armageddon style implosions when they do find out. Especially from my Mother, who is against people having fun in general. ;) And who suffered several months in fact more likely years at the hands of my Dad who bought a pool table which he kept in the shed then decided he had to build on a room to the house to accommodate it, so he took down the shed at which point the pool table moved into the lounge room taking up a great deal of space while a swimming pool was put in and then a big extension to the house and for all this time she had this huge pool table in her way – she made a board of wood to go over the top of it and used it to fold laundry on, she used it as a buffet table, and finally when the room was almost finished, Dad decided to sell the pool table.

5. Yes, my Dad is completely loopy! Scientists have confirmed it.

6. I have now played some pool and I have to say, the table is gorgeous. It is stunningly beautiful. I really love it. More pictures on the way, once I get the good camera out today and the cover off the table. I don’t think the other half will speak to me from now on unless I am playing pool. ;) I think I can spare a little time from my scambaiting to do that and I really should spend more time away from the computer, right, guys, right? ;)

7. If my parents find out how much that table cost, you will be able to hear me screaming once my Mother gets her hands on me from wherever in the world you are reading this. The only solution to this is to lie. However the other half and I better agree on the lie before we tell it otherwise things won’t work.

And then I forgot the Toby! Here is his original from Rock Star : Supernova. How can you not love a cute blond Aussie singing?

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More country..

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Today I went to the hairdresser.

Back in Adelaide, I was pretty monogamous with my hairdresser. We’d been seeing each other since 1992. She did cuts, color, perms and even eyebrow and leg waxing for me. She also knew my family because their hairdresser was right next to our family business so going to see her was like catching up with a friend. At one point during our relationship, she moved from one salon to another, and I moved salons along with her. She was the only person to do anything to my hair for 14 years though my other half took on the coloring a couple of years ago. Wow, that’s longer than a lot of marriages!

So I’ve been here over 6 months now, and in fact found a new place to get my hair cut through my parents who moved here 6 months before I did. But it’s not the same, people. Of course not, how could it be! :)

But this hair place ONLY does hair cuts. You can’t ask for an appointment, you just show up and take a seat, and the next hairdresser free is the one to cut your hair. I’ve had three different girls cut my hair since I got here. I’m not sure if I am comfortable with this type of relationship. Yes, I admit, it feels a little *slutty*. Plus, I need an eyebrow wax and I have no idea where to go to get one around here. One bad eyebrow wax and you can be looking like a drag queen. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it’s a little strange.

Let’s not even get into the leg waxing – my other half colors my hair, and I thought well if he can do that, he can legwax as well. He really has too much fun with it, he just loves to inflict pain and we don’t have the facilities for it here, and he makes a heck of a mess with the wax, so I think we’ll call an end to those festivities.

So I guess the hunt is on for a proper hair salon then. A few months ago I got a flyer in my mailbox about someone who actually goes to your house and does it, or you can go to their place and it was within walking distance of here, but I can’t remember who it was or where they lived. In the meantime, I have to get tweezing – it is so much more painful than waxing.

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