Mine.
My good mate Colorado has just posted that she was being “helped” by AI when trying to write on WordPress.
I said I hoped that was associated with her theme, and that AI hasn’t dared raise its bloody ugly head here.
So creating this fairly meaningless post is to check that WordPress hasn’t done some utterly vile worldwide template change and introduced AI everywhere.
So far so good.
I just heard a KOEL !!!
I didn’t know they were down here in Melbourne: Stringer and I used to spend summers cursing the bastards day in, day out.
All I need, right now. 😦
I’m going carnivore.
Yep, full carnivore – no plant material of any kind. Just meat, meat products like bone broth, and eggs. My only dairy will be the raw milk I have in my coffee – for I sure as anything cannot go without my coffee !
I’m planning to start on Monday, and will organize myself and my kitchen and pantry in the meantime.
You are probably wanting to shout at me “You’re kidding, right ? – how do you think you’re ever going to be able to afford it ?!!”, and there is some justification in that cynical question. But when you consider that these items are ALL that will be in my shopping lists – nothing else except the raw milk and possibly mineral water – you’ll realize that it won’t be as prohibitively costly as you first think. Besides, I don’t intend to be buying grass-fed Cape Grim: it’s unnecessary to consider as a carnivore that one must eat quality meat. No: I mean to visit the QV Market and do a lot of comparison note-taking. Also Aldi !
THE RATIONALE:
As some may recall, I’m a convert – a fanatical one – to the medical opinions of a Scottish GP who works in the UK, Malcolm Kendrick. Kendrick’s best book is “The Great Cholesterol Con”; and I believe unhesitatingly that anyone who reads it (not skipping through it, mind !) and is not convinced by his arguments and facts is a complete fool.
However, the worldwide medical fraternity is very foolish indeed – or perhaps I might describe it as being unwilling to backtrack and show itself up as having espoused for half a century belief in a deeply flawed view, conceived by a VERY deeply flawed medico who cherry-picked some countries from a much larger number in order to publish on his pre-conceived views. There it is: ‘research’ carried out to support a theory !
OK: the porpoise here is to point out that, while there are many doctors around the world who agree entirely with Kendrick, in the English-speaking world there is such opprobrium piled on his proven viewpoint that individual doctors are not prepared to come out and admit to their being so controversial. In Oz, the AMA has virtually threatened to strike off any doctor not toeing the line regarding cholesterol and its evil partner, statins, as treatment.
And since I absolutely refuse to have anything to do with the belief in cholesterol’s being in any way harmful, or to ever in my life agree to taking (ugh !) statins, I have no doctor who can care for my health according to my convictions.
So it’s up to me ! – gonna care for it myself.
STOP PRESS !
“it’s not the AMA (the doctors’ union) which is now down to just over 30% of doctors being members that GPs need to worry about. It’s AHPRA (Australian Health Practitioners Registration Authority) which can instantly deregister any doctor”
My bad: I had been told that, but forgot. (I can forget anything at 30 paces …)
Thinking’s an interesting activity – far more so than most of the regular ones on offer to anyone like me.
Sighh … and now I’m obliged to define ‘like me’ – what a dickhead I am !
Well, that’s a beginning – I’m a dickhead, for starters. And then, I’m no longer young; no longer in possession of any noticeable degree of tolerance; no longer fat; and the key thing I want to get across is that I’m definitely no longer interested in watching drama on screens of any size.
Tonight when I’d finished glomming down my favourite food – Woolworths frozen (but thawed in the microwave !) blueberries and Greek-style yoghurt – and this combo has been eaten for brekkie and dinner every day since last October … when I finished, as I say, I realized that Boodie was ensconced on my recliner with me, tucked tightly between my knees. Now, as any cat person understands clearly, having a cat sitting on you means that you cannot change position. Well, not until the cat does, anyway. I’ve finished crocheting the back, the two fronts and the two sleeves of a new cardi and had intended to start assembly; but it’s all on the crochet table and out of reach. 😦
So I hauled up the laptop, opened my browser and went to my BritBox shortcut. After some wandering about its CRIME DRAMA menu I re-found a program I’d been watching and picked up from where I’d left off. A British police crime story set in Dublin (which looks truly dreary, I hafta say) about a Mancunian policewoman trying to solve her daughter’s murder and care for her two Irish grandchildren. (It was easy to remember what was going down when I’d last switched off. At least, I thought it was; but I’d remembered a totally different program !)
After ten minutes Boodie shifted position, distracting me; and I realized I was thinking about a new coffee shop in the CBD I discovered on Google and how I’ll go and look at it tomorrow, and— you get the picture. I had lost interest in the program roughly two minutes after starting it up.
I’m pretty sure this loss of interest in the final stage of an activity in which I once participated to earn my living is a result of being old. I’m not whingeing nor going to whinge coz I’m not characterized by my age, and there is a second possibility – the failing I’ve written about before: loss of ability to focus / concentrate. That failing was posted about in relation to reading; but it strikes me that watching stories on a screen (fact or fiction) is the same kind of activity as reading them on a page, requiring one to Pay Attention. And I don’t seem to be able to do that except when I’m conversing with a person or persons.
And yet that statement is actually untrue and uttered prior to thinking about it: I can Pay Attention to things I do on my own – of course I can. If I couldn’t I’d be where my eldest sister is now, in a care home.
So OK, so it must be how much interest I have in whatever it is, mustn’t it ?
But no: that would mean that I’m not interested in reading … oh, say, my favourite author’s novels – and that’s not at all true ! I remember when I first discovered them, through one my second-eldest sister sent me that made me buy all the other eight immediately. I was in love !!!
Still, since then I’ve been able to buy six of them as audiobooks; and the readers are pretty good … Hmmmm … sheer laziness ? Delight in discovering that a good reader can bring a book to life and let you find out all the little bits you missed because you skip when you’re reading ?
So why don’t I give a rat’s arse about television or movies any more ?
This pair of fashion items — I almost choke with frustrated rage as I write those words — has defied the major trend of fashion (transience) to become, apparently, locked in forever. I know I’ll have karked before either has lost the dedication of the sheep people.
This … “style” is so ugly and unappealing in its untidiness (and lack of staying power) that I’m unable to work out how it ever gained a foothold. To me it’s a woman who has had a fancy hairstyle but was then caught in the rain, and doesn’t have a brush or comb to fix up the destruction.
And by the time a woman who’s just had the “style” inflicted on her has paid and left the salon, it’s already started to lose whatever ‘zhuzh’ it had.
Then there’s this.
Do I need to actually utter a syllable about it ?
[thinks]
Naah …
It’s vital in this time leading to moving in to my final rental.
I really, really don’t want to live in a studio again. In spite of the fact that I spend most of my life on my own (interspersed with joyful but brief times spent with the beloved ‘new’ friend of whom I wrote https://wp.me/p6zYMn-5n7 a good long while ago – and with the other friend from that time), living with my bed in the living-room just isn’t me. And that’s in spite of any enthusiasm I may’ve produced on the topic. I lied.
I just don’t like it. I mean I HATE it.
I did that over a year ago when I moved in to the flat at 1218 in this building, where I lived for about six months before coming down here to 307 and being here for eight months now. I said it was fine. That was a porky.
Even Boodie didn’t like it: it gave him nowhere to go to be on his own, which all moggies want from time to time. And I can tell you that 1218 had a bigger footprint than does the studio above.
I’m packing death now. My younger sister will be speechless with rage if|when I tell her; and as she and her husband are making it possible for me to make this move, I dunno how it will end. 😦
The wonderful audiobook I’m currently listening to while crocheting a stroller rug for the forthcoming infant of my new and superb Care Manager, Maria – Robert Galbraith (a.k.a. JK Rowling) featuring Cormoran Strike in The Silkworm – has a chapter wherein the protagonist and his offsider are discussing the case and she tells him one of the suspects has a blog: “Why do people DO that ?” he asks; and she says “I just don’t know.”
Fuck me – why am I telling you this ? Because I see you as my friends. But by all the gods you are a group of very long-suffering friends ..
.. it’s THE BEST video of all times on YouTube !!!
Well, Colorado would probably say it like that; and seeing as how she is A Noteworthy Person with a Noteworthy Blog, I’m doing the same. 🙂
I’m in a pretty good mood, owing to having almost viewed a new place yesterday. One almost views a potential abode by turning up wearing The Wrong Shoes. They actually did tell me in a note that as the place is still under construction – ready middle of January – one must wear ‘enclosed shoes’.
Will runners cut it, d’you think ? – if they don’t, I’m stuffed (there’s another viewing arvo tomorrow). But yesterday I had to slink away weeping from mortification and disappointment.
The buildings look great, and I REALLY like the area of Prahran they’re in. Tons of shops within spitting distance – always a big plus with me, especially when they’re not in the actual street ! I’m going for the cheapest lot, which are ground floor and 1st floor: if they’re properly built there won’t be noise. These are supposedly affordable housing, but seeing that the lowest price is $415 pw, you can judge that claim for yourselves. Still, to get into a brand-new development that has both caretaker and building manager .. I shall be (as our surfers seem to like to say) STOKED. [grin]
And on it goes, the business of finding a place for MR to kark in. Oops ! – I’m not supposed to say that .. OK then: a place in which MR can spend her final days. Yuck ! – I find that much more offensive ! Anyway, you get the idea. It is to be somewhere whence I make no further forays into rented real estate.
EAT MINCE PIES ! DRINK CHAMPAGNE ! LIVE IT UP, CHILDREN !
Hope you can make it out; it would be a shame to miss it. 😦
I haven’t had this kind of spam for absolutely yonks; wonder why it’s started up again ?
Oh well, I guess any change from the ENDLESS ads for online casinos should be welcomed. And after all, that is a superior German product ! 🙂
Look ! – they’ve added a shitload of cables and things. Only the gods know what stuff they’re all for.
And speaking of the stuff, see the silt build-up in the tanks ?
But the fun activity today is the truck sucking up who knows what from the pit. You shoulda seen the backing and filling for him to get his hose into position !
And before the sucking-up began, a bloke climbed down the ladder and totally disappeared into the pit. I wonder what he could conceivably be doing ?! – I suppose ensuring that the truck’s pipe keeps its end in, as it were .. [grin]
DOWNUNDER WITH BOODZ 