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Day 243: Raging Against the Machine

Warning: Sleep-deprivation Motivated Rant Ahead. I'm a little disillusioned by the justice system. More so than I was a few days ago. You might conclude it's because I am annoyed. But I think I am justifiedly annoyed. I just had my Jury Duty Experience and it was a colossal waste of time and a major inconvenience that had me going from Sunday at about one p.m to Tuesday eleven a.m with only five hours sleep in there somewhere. I have questions which I am at a loss to understand don't already have answers (although they are tantamount to understanding why polititians seem to be so stupid!) One: Does the court system not know what 'Police Dispatchers' do? Or what systems they use in order to do it? Being workplace cousins, one would think that they would have some knowledge of our role and the fact that it means you work with police while they apprehend 'alleged' criminals. But for some reason, the form you fill out where you say that you are a Police Dispa…

Day 242: Boys—They Don't Make Sense

I'm in the study writing because, frankly, there is boy-stuff happening in the backyard. The boy-stuff involves a saw, some secateurs and a self-built brick fireplace. But when he came out with a cup full of accelerant I knew it was time to come inside. What is it about boys, fire and impatience? (Don't worry B——, the trunk is still there in the ground for whatever project you had in mind). We got through the day without setting fire to the polystyrene on the monster-house next door (damn) or calling the fire brigade, and now we can get through the gate, and, amazingly, the sky has re-opened up in the backyard and it is oddly liberating.

One of the trends this A/W 2013 is all-in-grey. I realised that although I have a couple of grey tops, and these most magnificent and favourite grey shoes, I don't have any grey bottoms and so I did what any bottom-less person would do—wore my top as a bottom. Simples. Grey practitioners for the season include Marni, the incredible pr…

Day 241: Have I Done the Right Thing?

There are lots and lots of people out there who are using these little scribble-pads we like to call 'blogs' as a career move. Some blog as their only jobs. Some seem to get worn out and burned out with the pressure of maintaining a 'working' blog and the seemingly difficult process of obtaining sponsorship and advertisers and of writing content which pays. Yes, I have this great fantasy that someone will stumble over my blog amongst the, what, couple of hundred, million!, blogs in the world, and think, whoo, we need to pay this one to stay at home and ramble on about her life. But the reality is that the people who make money from blogs work hard to do it. So. Am I willing to do that? On the other side of it, am I willing to let my blog become a piece of advertising? When I started this particular blog at the beginning of the year I did something I hadn't done before and added Adsense widgets to the side and bottom. At first I watched eagerly for hits. And in the…

Day 240: Girl's Night In

I'm writing this Wednesday post on 'Girls Night In' Friday. 'Girl's Night In' more accurately. Just me, on the couch, not too long before fasting becomes (moderate) feasting and SYTYCD Top Ten and Britain and Ireland's Next Top Model Finale on TV. The only thing missing is Sex and the City, but I'll be crossing over to The Shawshank Redemption—because there are not enough times in which to watch the nicest of men beat a corrupt system with humility and empathy, and not enough exposure for it not to make me cry like a baby everytime Red sits down by that tree and opens Andy's little tin box from under the 'rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield'—and Rizzoli & Isles because it's good when women with brains and humour solve crimes in designer heels.

List_Addict               Irene
But I missed most of SYTYCD. I completely forgot. What is wrong with me? More importantly, what is wrong with Mary, she crys all the time.…

Day 239: Should I Ask?

It has been suggested that Irregular Choice should, based on the large number of shoes I have purchased from them over the last four years, gift me a pair (or twenty) as a Thank You for my custom and blatant, un-compensated plugging. So I have written a test letter below. Let me know if you think I should send it.

Dear Dan, and all at that most marvellous and colourful of institutions, Irregular Choice,

My name is Charlie (aka list_addict) and I am maybe in your top, say, one hundred money-where-my-mouth-is fans of yours, with a collection of thirty-five pairs of Irregular Choice shoes and boots. See this post for the full list. There were actually more. Two pairs were given to friends because they were too small, three pairs I re-sold on ebay because they didn't fit well for some reason or other (mainly being unable to predict the effect of high arches over the Internet), and one pair was sacrificed ruined when I walked home in them on a stormy night after I lent my sneak…

Day 238: Bear-Hugging an Oeuvre

Are there oeuvres that you are hestitant to tackle just because they seem so daunting and you don't know where to start? I love the word 'oeurve', and its sigh-like nothingingness (when pronounced correctly) which stands for something so big. There are several big sigh-y nothingnesses I want to get in a headlock and pummel to the reading ground: Neil Gainman, Tim Winton, Angela Carter, and what for me seems the hardest to even admit to for no discernable reason—Margaret Atwood. Book Riot a blog I love to read, especially when I should be writing, celebrated its perfectly random and arbitrary Margaret Atwood Day recently with a number of posts about the great lady and it got me thinking about why I avoid her: even to the point where, when recently I was recommending great fiction to the world, I thought of her and didn't write her down! I think, when it gets down to it, I am intimidated. And I am ashamed. A writing/literature graduate with high, if deluded, hopes of …

Day 237: Maybe I Can Revisit the Byzantine Again

It's Sunday somewhere in the world and so I am being social with A Complete Waste of Makeup and Ashley Lately. But I did change the questions a little to suit my southern hemisphere circumstances.


Q: What was your favorite trip/vacation/activity this summer winter?

A: I loved getting away from the cold for just a moment to Thailand in late May. But how could I not love it? Sun, pools, cocktails, Thai food, the reading-snoozing-swimming roller-coaster that is to die for. But I also liked the few 'photo-shoot' days we had when the boy took me to random places in Melbourne and we did bulk photo-shoots for this blog. Sorry if that spoils the illusion that I wear these outfits on the days they are shot. Some of them are awfully whacky and my colleagues already think I am strange. In truth though I am wearing more and more of them—even if it is a diluted version—which is definite fashion progress on my part. The places we went over winter: Catani Gardens, Princes Pier, Will…

Day 236: A Change of Reason

Changes in seasons are sometimes hard to cope with. I have been noticing a large number of my favourite Northern bloggers getting very sad about having to don long sleeves and put their bare legs away behind tights and pants. There are lots who are very excited about boots and scarves also, so it's not all winter doom and gloom. I am mortified by the thought of a long, morbid, fetid summer, and am mainly glad of the relative rain shortage this winter for the fact that there may be less grass (a) to burn, and, (b) to cause hayfever. But the biggest season-change cloud with its silver lining—or silver lining with its cloud, depending on how you like to look at life—is that change of season brings a new shoe collection at Irregular Choice and a new battle between want and restraint.

List_Addict               Irene
Below are a few of my favourite 'Springs' (see that, it's a pun on the classic song line with a reference to the changing season, which doesn't apply…

Day 235: The Political is Personal

I got my postal vote stuff in the mail. It is a much more relaxing process when you can fill it in over a latte and baclava at a cafe, rather than standing in line for ages, finding your name in the book, hiding in a booth with a pencil. I have never noticed the full entertainment value of the ballot paper prior to this because you feel a pressure to be fast. These are some of the parties vying for my vote. The question I have to ask, but don't really want the answer to, is what would they actually do if they came to power: the Australia Stable Population Party ( does that imply no babies, no immigrants, no dying?), the Pirate Party (Aarggg!), the Coke in the Bubblers Party (for promises made and never kept—isn't that an essential pre-requisite of any political party), the Wikileakes Party (will they reveal who voted for them?), the Help End Marajuana Prohibition (HEMP) Party, the Non-Custodial Parents Party, and, of course, the Australin Sex Party (yes to babies, immigran…

Day 234: A Homage

We lost a friend this last year. Their body is still in the back yard. Before you ring your local emergency number and try to explain that there is a murderer somewhere in Australia and you read about it on a blog (because that happens and people sound silly when they make that call), just keep in mind it is our pear tree. And that the murderers are actually next door. And are the builders. They dug up its roots. And made it topple over and lie its sad head on the garage roof. It kept its leaves for a few months and tried to struggle on. But with winter they were lost, and in this tree-tricking weather of late, it is showing no sign of the usual flowery spring to life we get each year.

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Those flowers would start it. The greenery would follow and summer could be a little nicer with the fresh air being recycled through it and the shade it provided. Every year it fruited. And when the Bodhi-meister was around (the love-pup that came before Lollii) he woul…

Day 233: I'm Really Upset Because ...

I'm really upset because I keep having to go to work. When will this terrible round-about stop and let me off? Why is it too much to ask to be able to have a wage for doing what I want to do rather than what the 'corporation' wants me to do? A decent wage. I really don't understand why it worked out this way. Why couldn't I be landed gentry? Who's in charge? I need a word.

I'm really upset because the weather is getting warmer. I don't want winter to end. It's tree-tricking weather. It will make the blossoms think they can come out, but then blast them icy with a small reversal. But it is a portent of the end. I'd hate to have no season changes, but does summer have to be in the equation?

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I'm really upset because I got my electricity bill. I think most people are. It did make me not use my heater for two days, so there is that one benefit of the tree-tricking weather. Today I staved off the cold for a lit…

Day 232: The Page's Calling

Wow! Time is warp speed at the moment. It's that time of the month again where the Literary Junkies chat about reading and books and pages and words. And seeing as those are four of my favourite things, here is my contribution:

Q: What are you currently reading? Tell us about it!
A: Again the easiest way for me to tell you the answer to this question is to narrow my currently reading list of twenty-five books to the ones I added to the list this month. That comes down to Damned by Chuck Palahniuk, Blue Blazes by Chuck Wendig, and JK Rowling hiding out as Robert Galbraith's The Cuckoo's Calling (although I am thinking she could change that to Chuck Galbraith and then I will have started reading three books in the same month all written by a Chuck! And my name could, and does, get shortened to Chuck. Ooh, that is so 317!) Damned I am reading to try and sort out what my PhD is going to be about and which books I will use. I am not sure if I like the voice at this point (…