heystasa: (Default)
(lol at the first post I've made in ages being about a completely different social media site, but fuck it I can't do it there can I?)

Can it please be accepted that, if I have selected "not available to chat" then I am - and here I'd like to point out the ridiculousness of me needing to say this at all - NOT FUCKING AVAILABLE TO CHAT.

And indeed, if I NEVER, AT ANY TIME, AT ALL, EVER have "available to chat" selected, is it really so much to expect people to draw the conclusion that I, and here's the key point in all of this, NEVER WANT TO FUCKING CHAT.


Wah wah wah i have a lot to say apparently )

 
And this, it occurs to me, is probably why I'm so bad at maintaining meaningful friendships. "GO AWAY WITH YOUR WANTING MY COMPANY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU I REFUSE TO MAKE TALKING TO ME EASY" is prob not helpful.
heystasa: (wonder girl)
So anyway, I pretty much hate my job.  Not like in a My life is miserable I weep over the steering wheel every morning, kind of way, but more a sort of, Oh my god I hate filling the fucking coke fridge. What the fucking hell, have you people never heard of TAPS, jesus. And what the what, BP, how are we still using fecking DOS, are you even aware of the 21st century? kind of way. It's not awful and not all that strenuous, and the pay is good, but it's crappy and unstimulating, and the slushie machines are noisy as hell.

HOWEVER. There is one thing I kinda love about it.

One of my jobs, the actual formal name for it is "Facing and Filling" the shelves and fridges. It's basically putting out stock (filling), and making sure it's all at the front of the shelf/fridge with the label facing forward (facing).

So, um, it might happen that, uh, while walking back to the counter after turning all the cokes around, I might, occasionally, maybe, sort of, um, do this: 



HOH YES. I AM A MUTHAFLIPPING FACER YOU GUISE :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD


Also, election happened. FIFTEEN HOUR FREAKING DAY, my god, but I actually enjoyed it. Even if my throat was killing me after asking 400 people's names, addresses, if they've voted so far in this election, no, in THIS election. With THESE candidates. Today or in the last few weeks. LOL. The answer I want to hear is no. Awesome. Here're your ballots, this is what you do with them. 

The moral is: people. For seriously. Be kind to your polling officials. That certified list is bloody huge.

But you know the really amazing thing is how many people in the world are named Francis.


I HATE KANGAROOS AND ALSO EVERY OTHER DRIVER ON THE ROADS. FUCKING HOPPY BASTARDS HAVE NO SENSE OF TIMING AND I ALWAYS GET STUCK BEHIND CARAVANS, TRUCKS, UTES LOADED UP WITH DIRT AND RUBBISH, OR OLD PEOPLE WHO ARE IDEALOGICALLY OPPOSED TO GOING A SANE SPEED. I had a really unfortunate drive in this morning and have been ranting about this all day.


My beloved car has reached the stage where bits are literally falling off  when I touch them, and my speedo is completely beyond saving. But on the other hand I HAVE A NEW COMPUTER~~~  \o/   Or, will do, on Monday. I beautiful new desktop with a massive 21 INCH SCREEN I CAN'T EVEN that's powerful enough to handle my ridiculously expensive video and image editing software. I am so in love with it, seriously. Expect many comments on old posts when I finally get it, because I doubt I'll ever want to leave it and will finally be able to catch up on all the internet I've missed lately for whatever reason.


Speaking of, HELLO BBS HOW ARE YOU I'VE MISSED YOOOUUUUUU SFM, MY GOD. I'm still sort of everywhere, but can't wait to get this new computer going and actually, you know, participate on this LJ thing with all you wonderful people again. <3


Oh hang on, one last thing: Have I mentioned that I'm going to Brisbane to chill with mah peeps? BECAUSE YEAH, I'M GOING TO FREAKING BRISBANE(!!!!) TO CHILL WITH MY BEAUTIFUL, BADARSE FREAKING PEEPS(!!!!), JSYK (\O/)


heystasa: (Helga)
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TURTLENECKS.

DEATH TO TURTLENECKS.

It's not just that they don't look good on anyone (because they really really really freaking DON'T);  they actively make people hideous. I would turn down Brad Pitt if he were in a turtleneck. All up near the chin like that. It's not natural - PEOPLE SHOULD HAVE NECKS. Collar bones are lovely, why cover up skin that SHOULD BE SHOWN because without it you look like a NECKLESS FREAK?

AND, they make everyone but obscenely skinny people look massive. Not in a good way. Not in a fat way either, but in a "holy fucking god a woollen tank is coming towards us, run for your li-- oh, it's Frank and Martha. Nevermind." Way. The chest proportions go crazy and people look like bodybuilders who have been shoved into tiny socks.

And, and, how can people stand things up on their necks like that? I'd feel like I was suffocating. In fact, seeing other people with things on their necks makes me think they're suffocating which makes me feel like I'm suffocating BECAUSE I AM A CARING AND EMPATHETIC PERSON so people wearing turtlenecks is actually cruel towards me because it not only hurts my eyes and sense of GOOD-FREAKING-TASTE, but actually affects my breathing. IT MAKES SENSE SO THERE.

But Stella, I hear you say, they're warmer than a normal jumper! To which I reply: Bullshit.

WEAR
 
A

SCARF,

BASTARDS.

Scarves aren't hideous. Scarves are lovely and fashionable and functional and appropriate for all occasions. Society needs more scarf wearers. It will take us all back to a more refined time. A time of style and sophistication. A time of.. whatever, I don't care, a time when people didn't wear fuck ugly excuses for jumpers, okay. It'll be a golden age.

But don't think the only problem is the jumper kind, by the way. I hate those turtleneck singlet things too. They are in a slightly different category though. They're still in the "goddamn hideous what the fuck who dresses these people" column, but overlap with the "aaahahahahahahaRIDICULOUS" line. Seriously. There isn't even any excuse for those things. If you're cold enough that you want a few extra centimetres around the neck, perhaps you should consider sleeves.

I hate turtlenecks. You should all hate them too. They do not suit you. I don't care who you are, they don't suit you. They don't suit anyone or anything, except being put in a huge pile and burnt until there is nothing left but slightly unattractive ash. 

Turtlenecks are an insult to fashion, an insult to aesthetics, an insult to the sighted. I HATE THEM.

Thankyou for attending this evening. There is a box by the door in which you may deposit your abominations to my soul turtlenecked items for the bonfire as you leave.


heystasa: (dreams)

argahrghagrhagrharg. The bloody strike has been called off. AGAIN.

Tell you what, I'm bloody sick of this bloody caving to the union's demands crap that this wuss of a uni keeps doing. What happened to the good old days of the institution oppressing the masses and threatening to sack them and bring in the foreigners/scabs if they complained, dammit!

I really could have used Wednesday off.


heystasa: (Default)

Okay - it's like this. There's a tribe living by a river, and in the river there are crocodiles. The tribe has one particular piece of wisdom passed down through the generations. It goes like this: if you happen to meet a crocodile, don't stick your head in its mouth. Every now and then - and who knows the reason - people ignore this advice. Which is sad. Because they die. But very stupid because they were warned. They had a choice. The moral of this story is - you can't afford to be stupid. There are crocodiles.
-Press Gang, season 5, episode 6
 

Look, I'm going to make this very simple: you do recreational drugs, you're an idiot. I don't care. There is no excuse for a person of reasonably decent mental health and circumstance living in the modern western world to even consider it.

Someone at uni set me off today. Expect vitriol. )


ETA: Cut for length, bits and pieces of editing.

blather

Jun. 18th, 2009 12:58 am
heystasa: (Fran)

What is with the phrase "head shrinking" when talking about psychologists/psychiatrists? Where does that come from?


Things, non-chronologically:

The last week or so, for the record. Essays and exams. A baffled ranty thing. Nephews. )


However, I am looking forward to trying to sound academic while discussing Satan singing about wanting to take over the world so that he can go on gay cruises.


heystasa: (psych)

Look. If I've never met you, then we probably aren't friends, and so I'm not going to accept your friend request. Especially if you don't even have the courtesy to introduce yourself. Even if we have mutual friends, it's not going to happen. If you can't be arsed to say how you know me and why you think I should friend a complete stranger, then piss off. Even something like, "I'm a friend of Lucy's, she's mentioned you before and I thought you sounded cool" would be enough. I don't even care if you ignore me after that point - given that I don't like facebook and rarely spend any time with it, I probably won't even notice. If you don't do this, I'm going to assume you've added me just because you want to up your numbers, and I hate people who do that.

If I have met you, but we disliked each other, or didn't interact with each other, then this too implies that we are not friends, and so, once again, I'm not going to accept your request. Especially, once again, if you can't be arsed to say hi. If I didn't like you or hang out with you in school, I'm probably not going to want to do so now, especially given that we live in different towns, and so have even less in common and less actual motivation to get on then we did before. If you do add me, knowing full well that we never were friends and will probably never grow to be so, I'm going to assume you've done so just because you want to up your numbers, or because you don't understand the basic definition of the word "friends", or that you have no understanding of personal boundaries, and, once again, I hate people like that.

If we were really good friends in kindergarden, I'll add you back. If you were in my class for a couple of months in year eleven and we never really spoke or clicked, I won't.

If you are a friend of my sister's and introduce yourself or she's told me about you, I'll add you back. If you were in her year and a collosal cow to her, but not openly bitchy to me, I won't.

If we've only met breifly once or twice, but those meetings were pleasant, I'll add you back. If I knew you for years and we never really liked each other, I'll wonder what the hell is wrong with you, but possibly add you back if I have no active animosity towards you. Note the "possibly". If I knew you for  years and we barely spoke, I won't bother. If I knew you for years and only ever saw you behaving like a complete jackass to me and others, I won't.

If you've never met me and don't introduce yourself, I'll either ignore you or message you asking how you know me. Here's a tip on that one by the way; replying with, "we don't [know each other], but we could chat on facebook chat, if you like...", is pretty much a sure fire way to guarantee that I'll ignore you in the future. Especially if you live in another freaking country. I don't have facebook because I want to meet new people, I have it for the sake of the people I already know, and you going through the profiles of people who bare no connection to you whatsoever, and who don't even share many interests with you, is freaking creepy. You want someone to chat to, go to an actual chatroom. Or, if you do want to chat with a complete stranger, at least introduce yourself properly.

In short, don't "friend" me unless we are, in some very loose sense of the word, actual frigging friends.

Furthermore, manners matter, even online, and manners involve telling me who the hell you are before you presume to insinuate yourself into my friends list. My friending criteria actually isn't that strict: one nicely worded message or any tiny bit of positive regard in the past twenty years will probably get you in. I don't think either of these things are unreasonably illogical or overly demanding. 

And if you just want a big friends list, then feck off and get some bloody perspective, you shallow, moronic little twit.

Thankyou, and goodnight.


PS., Also, I hate facebook. Just, like, in general.

heystasa: (Default)



... What?

I understand that they want to hook the men, seeing as though having a sugar free product makes for a popular girl's drink that manly men are too mannish for, but couldn't they do it without completely alienating women altogether? I mean, for feck's sake. I can't even begin to -- I just, I have no words. That thing is putrid.


Also, ow.

Feb. 13th, 2009 09:18 pm
heystasa: (Ryo)

I'm typing this from my Grandma's place, and I've kind of got the shits.

My back is really bad at the moment. Hopefully writing it all out will help me cope a little. )
I just... I hate my back so much. Mostly I just want it to be better. I want to be normal and healthy. But I can't. And I'm the one that has to deal with that. It'd be nice if people considered that, once in a while.

heystasa: (Default)
1
There is a smokey haze here. Last time that happened was during the Canberra bushfires a few years ago, and I remember being amazed then at how big the fires must have been for the smoke to travel 350kms. We're around seven hundred Ks from where the fires are now, and the smoke is so thick you can't even see the back paddock properly and the sky is completely white. I can't even imagine how bad it must be this time.

It's strange, hearing about a disaster happening far off and then waking to see the evidence all around you. Normally, this area seems completely immune to the rest of the world.


2
Mum and I went flat hunting over the weekend. Mostly in Glebe as there was nothing really suitable in Newtown, unfortunately.

We had a really nice time together, we always do on our Sydney trips. Saw a movie, went out to tea both nights, made elaborate plans trying to figure out how we could be at three flat inspections at once. Rushed about and flagged taxis and bitched about one of the agents. Wandered about Glebe on Friday night trying to find all the flats we were planning to see properly the next day, ended up at Blackwattle Bay looking over the water at eleven o'clock at night - people were out walking their dogs and babies even then. I was thwarted twice in my pursuit for a nice cold apple juice after flat hunting, and Mum was driven to sarcasm while trying to deal with the annoying agent. We hobbled around together with sore feet the next day when a mix up over movies (we sat in the cinema for half an hour, thinking our movie was late because of a blackout that had interrupted the ending of the film before it, before we realised we had been sold the wrong tickets and our movie had started twenty minutes ago) meant we had to wander around King Street. It was a nice trip.

On the flat search, I've been offered one fairly nice but very small place already, which is the backup in case we miss out on the absolutely amazing two story, two or three bedroom, old fashioned, well-lit, near the Point, catacomb-y and enormous flat above a shop that I really really want. The waiting to hear is going to kill me.

3
Speaking of killing me, worst air-sickness ever on Friday. Oh god, never going near a plane without medication during a heatwave again. Why oh why can't I be one of those lucky bastards who gets to spew when they feel crook? The world is a much better place after a good vomit.

For the way back we bought some medicated travel sickness stuff, which I've not had for a very long time, preferring instead to take ginger pills (despite the taste of ginger making me want to spew just as much and the sickness) so I could stay awake.

Dude. I had forgotten what it was like to be that stoned.

4
I have like a dozen things I want finish writing and post.

5
Was meant to ring Uni today. Bugger. Must do that tomorrow.

Which reminds me - rant time:

I effing hate the arts desk sometimes )


6
This post has a bit of a whiny, possibly self-centred tone because my back really hurts today.  :( 

And one of my wisdom teeth is really hurting.

And my knee hurts where it got all cut up after my motorbike gave up on me half way up the dam bank, rolled all the way back down, and then fell over on me.

Sympathy is encouraged and will be hoarded away gratefully so that I can look at it lovingly as I wallow in self pity.

7
Dexter's back on tonight! And GNW! And Media watch! And there's a Stephen Fry thing about his bipolar disorder! And the second series of Underbelly, which I never really cared about before but this one is set in the seventies and involves Matthew Newton! Matthew Newton! And it's South Park night!

And they're all on at the exact same time!

Welcome back, ratings season?
 
heystasa: (Fran)

I would just like to request that if you are going to have gas, you not come to your exams. I really don't care if you fail your course, I don't want to ever have to put up with someone sequentially and disguistingly smelling for two hours ever again.

heystasa: (Default)

OH MY GOD PEOPLE ELLIPSES ARE NOT AN ALL-PURPOSE PUNCTUATION

IT IS PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE TO END YOUR SENTENCES WITH A FULLSTOP, OR TO SEPARATE THINGS WITH A COMMA

YES THAT'S RIGHT, ONE DOT IS OKAY. NO ONE IS GOING TO COMPLAIN THAT YOU'RE NOT USING ENOUGH PERIODS

FOR GOODNESS SAKES
 
GET SOME DAMN CONFIDENCE IN WHAT YOU ARE TYPING AND ACTUALLY MAKE AN EFFING STATEMENT

IF YOU MUST USE ELLIPSES, IT'S THREE DOTS ONLY. Not two, not seventeen, THREE. You never need any more than THREE. NOTHING YOU SAY IS ACTUALLY SO SUSPENSEFUL THAT YOU HAVE TO KEEP PEOPLE HANGING ON FOR MORE THAN THREE DOTS, DAMNIT

FER CHRISSAKES

heystasa: (Default)
I don't like to talk about politics much, but I will say that I hate Tony Abbott. 

How in heaven's name that blithering, narrow minded, self-righteous, self-absorbed, out-dated, vaguely delusional, rude, snippy, slimy, smug, little twit continues to get elected is beyond me. The opposition in his electorate must be dismal.

At least he's no longer Health Minister. The amount of things wrong with having someone concerned more with imposing his own personal and "moral" views and being a good Christian than he is with making informed decisions on the basis of science and the good physical and mental health of the population in an important, science-based position is obscene. 

The stem-cell debate was no place for religion. Also, it's called feminism, Tony. And it exists to keep people like you away from concepts like abortion. Now he's got Families, Community Services and Indigenous Affairs. Thank goodness he's only Shadow Minister. Imagine the damage he could do other wise.

Honestly though, he wouldn't infuriate me half so much if he didn't coat everything he does or says with a stupid smug grin and a pompous attitude, and didn't try to disguise the fact that ultimately he just thinks he knows best with a masquerade that he's accurately speaking for some silent majority. 

Julia Gillad summed his work as a minister up best in 2006, I think:  "For God's sake Tony, it's not about you!"

 
heystasa: (Default)
I... Who cares how the PM's wife dresses, for god's sake! 

I can not even believe how incredibly insulting this is -

 "sometimes she looks like she's not wearing any makeup at all!" little-blonde-fashion-writer says, deeply upset by the whole thing.

SHOCK! HORROR! A WOMAN IS NOT WEARING MAKEUP! OMG CALL THE AUTHORITIES!

She is a highly successful business woman, a self made millionaire, and a mother for god's sake, it's not her job to make her husband look good. Her life does not revolve around his, that deserves bloody respect. It makes me immeasurably proud to know that the woman married to the PM is not a prissy little trophy with her own design team who is pulled out whenever the PR commity thinks she might come in handy.

Jesus frigging christ I cannot even believe how shallow, absurd and incompehensively stupid some people are. May any nitwit who disses a woman of intelligence and personality based soley on her clothing die in a fecking fire. Especially and particulary those who work in the media. A fire is too good for them.

I'm not even going to start pointing out all the things that are wrong with that crap in terms of rights and representations of women because I could go on forever, but I will say that this is WRONG, BACKWARDS, AND COMPLETELY INTOLERABLE and the twits doing the dissing should be VERY ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES. 

My only comfort lies in the fact that this whole thing is definatley worthy of a Ernie award.

(Ernie award = awards for sexism)

 
heystasa: (Default)
This Games assessment is MESSING WITH MY MIND. I take a break and read something or watch telly and I am BEATING DOWN THE IMPULSE TO ADD IN WHAT IS EAST OF THE CHARACTER. WHERE WOULD I EVEN WRITE IT? THE WORLD IS NOT A COMPUTER.

EVERYTHING IS LIKE, The shop is a room. THe lady is a person in the room. THe shop has the description "clothes are hung up everywhere. They are ridiculously over-priced." The Lady has the description "A pretty lady stands by the cashregister. She looks mean." the Cashregister is here.  Test cashregister with "play with / smash / steal from". Etc etc IT NEVER ENDS. 

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FRECKING TEDIOUS IT IS TO CREATE A WORLD? EVERY FRECKING DETAIL HAS TO BE ADDED IN ONE BY FRECKING ONE, DEFINING EVERY BLOODY TERM AS YOU GO. THESE GAMES AREN'T EVEN THAT MUCH FUN.

I have so much sympathy for God right now, for srs.
heystasa: (Do Not Want)
 Dear Inform7 game writing software thing,

You are everything that's wrong with computers.

This project was supposed to be fun and easy, but you are an arsehole who is completely impossible to work with. Please die. For the good of all future students who wander into the Games and Simulation unit as a part of their film sudies degree. We don't need that sort of crap. 

I hate you. 

And no, that's not english you claim to be speaking. If it were, you might make some semblance of SENSE. 

Die. Before my head explodes.

You dumb bastard.

I am going to make my tutors rethink giving this assessment to future classes (Not that they'll listen), that'll show you. Or better yet, you could DIE IN A FIRE and save me the trouble.

You stupid, stupid, plonker


-----

Also, keyboard - ME PRESSING A LETTER KEY MEANS THAT THAT LETTER SHOULD APPEAR ON THE SCREEN. I'm sick of going back and adding things in. LISTEN TO ME WHEN I TYPE ON YOU PLEASE.
 
heystasa: (Default)
Hmm, that's interesting. I notice that, in their special, 5000 episodes montage story, A Current Affair seem to have mysteriously ommitted every diet, plastic surgery, dodgy speed camera, neighbour feud, tennants from hell and celebrity puff story they've ever done.


I hate channel Nine.


***

Things I have learnt from the ACA montage:

1) Appartently, 80s and 90s politians were not actual puppets, as they are in my head.

 =>  

"Hee, those blokes look like the puppet PM!!!
... Whaddya mean it's the puppets who look like the blokes, the puppets were the ones having the debates and making the announcements! 
...That was on a comedy show, you say? Oh."

Ah, childhood and the utter ignorance of politics!


2) All molesters and rapists have bad teeth. Like, really.
heystasa: (Default)
 One of the problems with working, I think, is that it is generally frowned upon to be rude to, or to punch, customers. Which is a shame. 

Last week the government finally apologised to the stolen generations. That is a fantastic thing, something that meant so much to so many people. Indigenous Australia deserves something good to try to even out some of the bad done since colonisation, and there are still so many suffering from the irreparable displacement and destruction that child removal policies brought. It was a truly beautiful and moving thing to see just how deep the power of an apology goes, to see people that had been through something so unfathomably upsetting, so happy. 

But there are always people who don't see that. 





heystasa: (Default)

So I've been reading Harry/Draco 'fic alot lately. It is a great pairing, with some top stories, but...

Where is this notion that Seamus Finnigan is flamboyantly gay and very promiscuous coming from?

Granted, it's been a while since I read the books, and I didn't pay much attention to him anyway, but I'm sure I'd remember if he was written as eyeing Harry up lecherously. Where is it coming from?

It is a ridiculous notion that stems from blatant stupidity and a severe lack of knowledge about human behaviour. A fandom does not require an obligatory slutty character, and a story concerning homosexual themes does not require an absurd homosexual stereotype. I don't even care for Seamus in particular one way or the other, but I still can't stand him, or anyone else, being so warped so pointlessly.

heystasa: (Bern)
After I got my second dose of the cervical cancer immunisation today, the doctor gave me a little information card with "JOIN THE FIGHT AGAINST CERVICAL CANCER" printed on the front, and a band-aid with "i did" printed all over it. Hadn't really thought of it in terms of a fight, but whatever, it is an important and wonderful thing and I suppose I've joined anyway haven't I. The point is, MY ARM HURTS!

My sister hates needles, had to go to sickbay after the last one because the she was so stressed (I get this image in my mind, her rocking back in forth, fanning her face with her hand, "Aw-w-w, Me stress, me stress!", in the voice that she uses to tease other people in pain. Oh how it makes me laugh.). The nurses always try to soothe her by putting things in perspective, "A needle is nothing compared to cancer" and so on. They also, in the manner of mothers, told her that now she should have a new appreciation for Mum, because imagine all the needles she had to have when pregnant.

And all this adds to my list of Reasons Why It Sucks To Have A Uterus.
Really, the female reproductive system is a bloody pain in the arse. Or, well, usually a pain in the lower abdomen - which is another reason to hate it. 

Though I don' t really want to be a boy either, I could write a flipping novel on things that suck about being a girl. But, really, I've gotten used to the whole girl thing now (except the whole 'boys get ideas if you talk to them for too long thing' - that I hate. I like having mates who are blokes, why must they misinterpret ques that don't exist?! I do not exist in a sexual context, don't put me there!) it doesn't usually bother me, given that I don't really define myself by my gender - but when your arm hurts, it helps to vent. Stupid arm.

I know I'm being silly. Tomorrow I'm getting a Menigacotl C vaccination. That has nothing to do with gender. It will hurt too, and I'll not have anything to blame it on.

Anyway.

I've actually had a perfectly lovely day. Am feeling pretty good in general lately actually. Was going to write about that, but then, well, the arm thing. Will write about my happy later.

~~~
There is an infomercial for a Soft Rock of the 70s collection on TV at the moment, and I just looked up and saw a familiar face. I thought to myself, 'Huh, Peter Allen looks a lot like Phil Colins.' At which point, the ad informed me that I was, in fact, looking at Phil Colins. Yup.

This collection actually sounds pretty good. I've already got quite a few of the songs. List of songs from ad that I don't have but must investigate:
Drive - the Cars
All Out of Love - Air Supply
Waiting for a Girl Like You - Foreigner (either hate this song, or really dig it, Can't tell. It's that sort of song.)
Low Down - Buzz Scugs (or someone)

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