Botten Anna

For Lucien, who said I cannot think of random stuff:
Vagina Minds Nod Jerk (it's an anagram which I have since forgotten the original meaning to)

Now, hasn't it just been forever (yet again) since I last graced the pathways of the Inter webs, and what a time it has been. For those of you trying to keep track of my movements you may have noticed that I have not been on the interwebs for some considerable time. This is due to my being "settled" in one place for quite some time. I have been in Geelong, house sitting for the past few months, although house sitting is a slightly false term. I have been living in a house which was quite filthy when I first went into it, a house owned by two friends of mine who are married and are both in the army. While they were away training to be cannon fodder they needed someone to look after two cats of theirs. I was the third or fourth person down their list but the only one able to be with the cats on the most regular basis. I was therefore in Corio for a few months cleaning this place up and making it livable for myself and the two cats. Unfortunately this place had no internet, so the only time I could access the interwebs of glory is when I was at Parents or Library, neither of which I particularly wanted to be near. This left me with no way to come here and tell you all the obviously fantastic things that have been happening since you last found me meandering around here. So I shall try to fill out in your minds the things that has have and may has/have been happening in my tumultous life. Firstly, let us examine what I like to call, theatre.

Producers, The. A play which has been on in Geelong for the past few weeks. It is not a bad play, it is by Mel Brooks, and it is a play which holds in it a chorus of which I was glad to be a part of. Now those of you who know me know my passion for working in the theatre, and know that I love it more than work, schooling, education, books, reading, movies, my alphabetised dvd collection and many other things, but that the Producers has made me almost renege this feeling of joy. I have let the polotics of the theatre company get to me and it almost destroyed the fun of the production. I would rant on this at length, as many have heard me do so, but I shan't for now as this is not the time... but next time is...

Job.
This was an exciting new endeavour by me to do something interesting and different which I hadn't attempted before, and that is work. :P I got the Job at coles in werribee and was quite happy for a while, until my manager started being a pain, and a righteous, small minded, fool of a pain at that. Oh, I'm sure I gave him reason for it. I did the job well, sacrificing the breakneck speed that was expected of me. I only did half a crate in the time it took him to do a whole one... with his two lackeys helping him. His small mindedness, bigotry, bias towards thick headed morons like himself, majory cracked logic (remind me to tell you the Red Bull vs Pizza story some time) and his odd dislike to quiet nerdy types makes me angry. And what's amazingly sad is that this isn't even just me being angry and calling him names. He is small minded, thinks "ya mum" jokes are right up there with "ya fag" jokes and both are the pinnacle of humour; he is painfully stupid at times yet every now and again shows glimpses of a person and an intellect I find interesting and fun. The up shot of all this is that I became even more withdrawn and nothingy, and because coles prefers "a good team member" who "participates in [raggin' on yo mum]" I haven't had a shift in a few weeks and really don't care. The only problem is I am beyond dirt poor and may be in for some strife if I don't find another job soon. Seriously people, I have no money means I have no money!!!! It doesn't mean I have a few fivers stuffed up my sleeve, or "I can drive there, sure, because I have some extra money stashed away for petrol", or that a movie isn't out of the question... it means THERE IS NOTHING BUT DEBT... Sorry, but there are people out there (whom i adore most of the time) who cannot fathom broke to mean exactly that. I fear too many people use it to mean "waiting for pay day" rather than it's more correct usage.

Radio has been a joy, although last few weeks have been a bit odd due to conflict with Producers. I have really enjoyed playing about with it, and have become basically not only the Producer for Don't Hold Back but the ringleader and desk-guy and button clicker and crass maker that really kicks the show off. Plus people seem to like the sound of my voice almost as much as me, it apparently gets rather formal and kinda englishy. nice.


My living arrangements have been odd to say the least, jumping from Melbourne to geelong to corio to wherever and back again is odd...
See you when I see you.