Tuesday, 28 August 2012

High ExPETations

I was on the train this morning across from a pet lover. Listening, like most train eavesdropping at no choice of my own, to her describe how her puppy scratched at her door and how funny it was. Don't get me wrong, I am partial to the cutest of animals, I get sad when I hear about animal cruelty, I plan to have a token puppy when I grow up and I constantly remind myself how I'd love to get involved in some animal groups to protect the marine life and elephants to be specific. But what I am, and I'll happily admit this, is that I am desensitised to people and their pets. I personally do not own a pet, I have done and each pet has accidentally had it's time of earth finalised quicker than expected. I'm sure I could make the standard nine lives of a cat go down to just the one within a year of owning it. (Disclaimer: Again, all accidental, not because I live in a dark room and get joy from torturing pets)

Now my beef with pet owners is the story telling that comes with owning a pet. I find every pet story is more of a 'you had to be there kind'. When I hear someone explaining how Rover was running rounds in circles and chasing his tail and then he saw a bird and barked, I get a glazed look, zone out and appropriately nod and laugh in the right places. What I'm really thinking is 'oh my god, who cares?'

At most, I can listen happily to someone talk of how they are getting a pet or if a pet has passed and share their grief, I am still human after all. But there is nothing worse than a pet owner gushing over how Fluffy was nuzzling up against them and then fell asleep on the pillow and oh how amusing it was for everyone! No, no it was only amusing for you.

I just don't get it. Or when you ask, how was your weekend and you get in response oh it was ok, ooh you should've been there when I was watching TV and Polly began to repeat everything she heard, it was hilarious! Was it? I wouldn't know- because I wasn't there, and unless you are there, pet stories just hold no ground in conversation with people! A pet is for the home, and for the love and joy of the owners, it is not a hot topic of the day to be shared with people that have no connection to your pet whatsoever. Unless you're pet is a giraffe- then that would be a story I'd listen to!
*Generic pet names come complementary with this post

Tuesday, 14 August 2012


I need to vent. I constantly keep having dreams involving the same people. These people have really hurt me in the past, as everyone has their turning point in life aka rough patch, these people were pivotal in mine. And my rough patch was certainly a doozey. They say the past can only be the past once you leave it. I have left it. I have forgiven these people and moved on to create a much happier, sparklier life on my own. So it is interesting alas if not thieving, that my dreams are constantly occupied by having to re-suffer these losses every second night! If I had my way I would much prefer to dream of sheep. One sheep...two sheep...three.

Saturday, 11 August 2012

Co Co Coachella

Whilst I previously woe'd about Splendour I feel I should take the good with the bad. I missed out on Splendour, however 2012 did take me to Coachella which you know, ain't that bad.

Nutritious brekkie to start the day

                                                      Rockstar antics

Colourful magic scattered everywhere                                                                             

Florence and the Machine, Avicii, Nero, The Black Keys, Snoop, Santigold and Calvin Harris were absolute stand outs
The vibe at Coachella is unlike any festival in Oz that I have ever been to- and I've been to many. It was very calm, mellow, the crowd were so polite. There was never any pushing, only kind stepping aside to let a little fella like myself through. No one seemed to be off their head, everyone was just there to enjoy the music which is really what the festival circuit is all about. 

To go to Coachella every year would be the dream!

Fifty Shades of Grey

Last week I was in Melbourne for work and the view from my room way up on level 23 was like a little grey architectural concrete Legoland.

Thursday, 9 August 2012

Aus Zealand

Back in the office today after a crazy ten days of being onsite in Melbourne for trade show madness. I have not been following the Olympics and I blame this on having recently played a night of playstation official Olympic Games which in turn has altered how I view the games. I watch the gymnasts thinking to myself, 'right so to do this she has madly pressed R then X and O at the same time and to finish, pulling down on the joystick nice and straight to prevent a head dive landing'. Easy. However in the spirit of returning to my normal world and filtering through a million emails waiting for me on my return here are some laughs at the unfortunate expense of the Olympic divers to get me through...

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