Excuses and Political Signs

I guess I'll jump right in then and discuss a couple of boring things that happened today.  I realise that's probably not an ideal method to approach a blog post, but this was my ridiculous idea from earlier in the week to encourage myself to write more, and it seemed like a really good idea at the time.

Hm, where to begin?  I believe I'll start with exercise and excuses.  Unlike many of my acquaintances, I like to own my excuses and I call them where I see them.  For example, I don't go running because I hate cardio and I find it mind-numbingly boring.  And I also don't run because I can be quite lazy at times. 

But I hear a bunch of excuses - all day, every day - from many people on why they simply cannot exercise in this lifetime.  For example, I can't exercise in the cold.  I can't exercise because I have children and I don't have time.  I twisted my ankle thirty years ago; it might not be healed yet.  I can't exercise because my life is so busy and important and I just couldn't possibly fit anything else into my action-packed, yet sedentary, lifestyle.

Apart from the sometimes valid children escape clause, none of these are valid excuses.  I know this because I've used them all.  Apart from the kids one.  I think you need to own children before you can use it.

We women are the worst at whinging about having to exercise.  I'm surprised I don't hear more women saying, "well, I was due to go work for NASA as a rocket scientist, but then I fell pregnant".  These women have an excuse for everything.  Everyone has time to exercise, you just have to want to make the time.  And stop using your children as a basis for the web of excuses.

So today I went for a run - walk - run - walk; I think it's called interval training, but I call it interdevil training, because it basically sucks on a massive scale.  But I don't want to be an Excuse Person, so I will continue as best I can.

Speaking of painfully, boring things, next Saturday is the A.C.T. local election, which is of little interest to anyone in the A.C.T, let alone the rest of the world.  I think they have changed the rules around the use of political advertising around this neck of the woods, because there are a lot more signs stuck into the dirt on the side of the road than there used to be.

Today I noted that these signs are predominatly pro-Labor, which means the Labor factions have ripped out the Liberal ones.  I wouldn't vote Labor if my life depended on it, but I think this unsporting behaviour is typical of how that side behaves as a general rule.  They are either ripping out Liberal placards in the middle of the night or claiming sexism as an implausible excuse for political failures.  That's all they do.  Such great role models for the kiddies.

What else happened?  Nothing.  It turns out this latest writing thing is an abject failure.  I think I will have to think up a new tactical plan to get me in the writing mood.

Toasters, Spooks and Neeson

One has a new idea of how to inspire one's jaded fingers to write every day.  I really don't know which part of 'you will write something every day' my digits don’t understand.  So each day for the rest of October (loosely defined as 'when I can be bothered to make an effort') I'm going to pick out three significant things that happened during the day that grabbed my attention and wax lyrical about them for sentences and sentences until I get uber bored.

Sure, it will make for some mind-numbingly dull blog posts, but then I'm most likely definitely not going to read them.   Let's pretend that I started doing this annoying, stupid little activity yesterday.  Yesterday was all about toasters, spooks and Liam Neeson.

I haven't got much to say about the toaster situation, suffice to say that people who operate these semi-heavy machinery things oughta monitor their wholemeal bread more closely and attend court-appointed Toaster Awareness Seminars if they fail to do so.  But, alas, there are brave people out there who fearlessly put out flames of yeast and smoking slabs of over-cooked bread.  Now let's all pause to think about firemen for a moment...

I don't know how to segue effortlessly onto the issue of unearthly bodies, so I won't bother.  It seems spooks are everywhere.  That's ghosts, not spies; but I suppose they amount to the same thing.  Several people I know are currently experiencing seismic paranormal activity in their respective houses, and news of these happenings scares the living daylights out of me.  I don't even want to believe in the paranormal, but there is too much weird, unexplained activity going on.

There's enough scary and dodgy in the natural world to freak me out, let alone things that don't really belong here anymore.  No offence ghosts, but I'm looking at you.  And I would greatly appreciate if you would never come visit me at my home, expecially if I'd never met you when you were alive.

I'm fairly positive I saw a ghost years ago, and I have had a former pet come to me - who had died years before - so I know they are here, but I'm definitely in de river denial over it.  But still, they are here (italics used to denote spookiness).

Speaking of spooky stuff, last night I went to the movies to watch an action flick, and the cinema rudely ran a trailer of the new Paranormal Activity blockbluster - I think they are up to number 28 or something - and I accidently opened my eyes during a particularly terrifying bit.  Admittedly, I am a scaredy cat and find the mere sight of the movie logo terrifying, but anyway. 

Now, onto Liam Neeson, who would no doubt recognise a toaster if one apparated before his eyes in the middle of the night.  And then he'd shoot it.  I'm not trying to name drop or anything, but Liam and I did spend some quality time yesterday.  Sure, he was in a movie, and I was watching the movie in a cinema, but I really don't appreciate society insisting that I make that distinction.