More trouble than you can poke a stick at...

Okay so now it seems Big Brother has stooped even lower. The Fairie Girl and I have been on official protest of the show and since my last rant over the "girl and the baby task". The latest has been all over the news...turns out the Father of one of the house members has passed away and the producers have decided not to tell her! Bravo! Ratings gold! Apparently Daddy's dying wish was to keep it from her so she can enjoy her time in the house. It's hardly Dad's choice on how the daughter gets to deal with her grief now is it? It's apparently the choice of the BB producers!

But wait there is more! This is but a pale comparision to the stoopiness of all stooping by the TV channel BNN in The Netherlands who have decided to air a TV show produced by none other than...wait for it...the creators of BB, about 3 contestants who are all in dying need (pardon the pun) of a kidney transplant. They all must jostle for viewer sympathy in order to "win" the show, thus claiming the right to install a slightly soiled "new" kidney from a woman who is dying of cancer. Said woman apparently meets with each "contestant" and their families to decide who is the most worthy. This is without a doubt the lowest stooping stoopiness to date. I farking dread to think what these guys will come up with next! I could suggest some really horrible shows but that would make me a stoopy stooper too (even if I did just think up some good ones). In fact I could rant on this one for a long time. But will stop now as I am le tired. But if you do see a BB producer on the street (they're not hard to spot, they have large tongues that will be attempting to tickle your backside), please ensure you poke them in the eye with the proverbial blunt stick.

I went to the doctor yesterday. Seems I have reflux and I am in poor shape and too stressed (stressed? who me? If the bloody world wasn't a mess I wouldn't be so stressed!) and I drink too much alcohol. I have to exercise now...I have to cut back on alcohol..I have to learn to relax and not grip on to things too much. Fark...somehow I seem to have woken up in opposite world. Next thing I know I'll be doing my taxes on time and commenting on how lovely that David Koch is on Channel 7. AAARRGGHHH! Anyway, suffice to say I am going to do all the things I am asked for as long as it takes to fix the bits that need fixing and then I fully intend to fall back in to old habits. How very Australian of me.

I love my Fairie Girl, I really do. 4 years and still going strong. Without her I would be all over the shop. She rocks my world...thank you baby. Thanks for every effort you have made and thanks for supporting me in all my crazy efforts. We have a rock show of a future rolling out...and I can't wait.

Cheers & much less beers bastards.

Me.

Liar, liar, pants on fire

Okay, so what the hell is it with people who can just bold faced lie about things to achieve their own end (be it ego, cash or otherwise)?

There is a certain part of the industry that I work in that has a distinct sleazy underbelly and the craziest part of it is that the worst offenders see themselves as some sort of mover or shaker (whatever the hell that means) or industry guiding light. Thing is though, they make money...lots of it...and they lie their butts off to achieve it. They will tell you one thing straight to your face and then turn around and completely shaft you. When confronted they plead ignorance, or worse, ignorance on your part in that you "just don't understand" or "just don't have the contacts"...or as one said to me today "you've just got to be in it to make it happen". This is of course crap, utter crap as all of us have the contacts...unfortunately those same contacts are just as big on the lying front! Bottom line, you actually just have to be prepared to lie, and often...to cheat, and often...to manipulate, and often. Then, when your day is done, go home to your expensive house and your expensive wife, and sleep like a baby.

I just can't do it...so I'll never succeed in this area, depending on your version of successs that is. Many will say I already have succeeded by not wading in. I just have to convince myself of this...and not to be filled with such anguish when I have to deal with these people, knowing I am likely to be shafted (again). I hate losing...hence this post...but can't bring myself to win by using their methods.

I'll get there, and before you say it; I will... Welcome to the real world!

I really hate some of the wanky bits of the real world.

End rant.

George Orwell's Hangover

I feel so sorry for George Orwell whose warning of a horrifying possible future ruled by the all controlling Big Brother seems now to be contorted into the money making machine that is the TV show Big Brother. These guys continue to make money hand over fist at the expense of the contestants and the intelligence of the public (or at least those that watch it) and all seem to be oblivious. I just wish I had thought of it.

I could write a book on my opinion of this show, but at the same time would have to admit I have been known to be a bit of a hypocrite in the past. I hear you scream "NO!" but it is true. In the past, when my reality program addicted partner is watching the show, I too, like a deer in the headlights, seem to be transfixed to the screen while we watch someone make a cup of coffee, sleep, lay on a couch or brush their teeth...me all the while whinging and complaining about how terrible it is to watch a show like this, she all the while telling me to shut up and stop being a hypocrite considering I am in fact watching it. I hate it when that happens.

Anyway, point is, last week we had to draw a line when the show went just too far. We have now banned it from our house and this is why; apparently, the task for last week (they all get a task each week designed to keep the audience interested and the contestants bewildered and the ratings up) was for each of them to have to look after one of those computerised babies. You know the ones, they are supposed to be just like a real baby but you can actually leave these ones in the car while you go and play the pokies... Anyway I digress, turns out that one of the contestants just 18 months ago had lost a baby after carrying it full term. So rightly, she gets upset and says she wants to leave the house if she has to continue with this task. End result; Big Brother says she doesn't have to leave and then takes all the babies back telling the contestants that the task has been halted and left the upset contestant to explain why. VERY emotional stuff follows, huge publicity, ratings go nuts etc.

Here's the kicker... Turns out the producers knew all along that this contestant had recently lost the baby (I read it in the paper so of course this must be true). Their excuse? Contestant had told them that she had dealt with it (which I'm sure she had, except for the highly unlikely circumstance of having to care for a fake baby...yeah???). Of course taking the contestants word for it is good enough surely? Why bother with professional advice on something this sensitive if the contestant said they're okay? Why not throw it in her face and reap the ratings reward...all publicity is good publicity yeah?

I call bullshit. It seems sadistic to me...and most of the sane world I would expect, for a TV show to burn someone so blatantly. Even my lovely partner, who is normally a defender of this show, threw her hands up in disgust and changed the channel, which I highly recommend all of you also do. Big Brother was a fun idea for the first 2 seasons...after that, they have had to scrape the bottom of the barrel in order to come up with even more ways to keep the show interesting and in turn keep the pennies coming in. It's just too much now...simple as that. So folks, the only way to stop it is to not watch it...don't spend your money on voting for it, don't get suckered by their advertising and don't dumb yourself down any longer. Change the channel. It's that simple.

End rant.

Debbie Grey Sucks

I hate Debbie Grey. I hope I spelt that wrong.

The time went that way...

Welcome back sports fans. All who know Mr Sales will know that it's been a little bit of a ride over the past 2 years but the train seems to have finally slowed down and pulled into a station so all is well and in recovery mode.

Cheers to my little Princess who has stuck through it all, and cheers to me for sticking to her (you know you love me).

There's an election looming in this country. I'm feeling a bit like that South Park episode where I have to choose between the shit sandwich and the douche... I know in a country our size we really must have compulsory elections, but it's tough when you have to consider that even giving your vote to a minor party may send the preference in the direction you may not be too happy about. Anyway, I'll keep listening. Rudd scares the crap out of me because he seems to be the ultimate 'yes man'. I know the opposition is always that way but I'm sure if I rang his office and told them I was lobbying for the return of holes in the end of toothbrushes that he'd be announcing a major dental initiative next week. As for the incumbant (sigh), I'm sure he'd like us all to be back in church on Sundays, roast in the oven, John Wayne movie in the DVD player and respectfully sending our youth off to die when asked. It's a conundrum.

The Fence Sitter and I are looking at ways of making more pesos. Water seems of interest...we have something in the pipeline (pardon the pun) so will see what happens. Can perhaps convince his LMAO (I know it's LOML but this is funnier) and my Little Princess to hit the sale trail. See what happens. Either way, we gotta do more than move stuff from A to B for other people for the rest of our lives. Freight...(sigh).

My gut is big enough to show a movie on. At least it looks that way to me. I am just too lazy to fix it though. Exercise is a real challenge and I have not found that mindset required yet. I am feeling a lot older though...so at some point I figure I'll do something. Hopefully. Maybe tomorrow, or next week. Definitely by the end of the month and failing that next years new resolution. ARGHH who am I kidding???

Sam went back to the UK. Bittersweet result. Will wait and see. Nuff said.

Guitar 0, lazy unimaginitive Matt 247. Spark every now and again...guitar still in with a solid chance, need to crank the engine, find the fuel (easier task than the exercise). Nuff said or I'll jinx it.

Gilly Billy is conquering Europe, doing a better job than the Romans it would seem...BRAVO.

Nicky Boy and The Emms are bumping nicely from all reports...lovely.

Bruiser and Vash are downright lovely and possibly the Aussiest couple I know. I have a lot to learn from them.

The Fence Sitter and his LMAO (I know it's LOML!) and baby Cait are rocking. Fence Sitter does not smell any better.

Not sure how the Weipa kids are going, Rusty and I texted the other day but haven't spoken yet. I like Rust.

The Greek Goddess and her North QLD lover seem cool...as is the Beef with his rather flattering white wheels (gotta love his Mum's sense of humour).

Miss Mr Cool quite a lot these days. He has more crap in his head than I do and that's saying something. Always good for a mental workout... Miss you too Taggs, hope your loving it. Will visit you kids soon, I promise.

Long weekend coming up. Will push for some cards me thinks. They need to know I am the King...I don't think they are scared enough yet, and Mr Cool aint around to challenge me.

Anyway, till next time, don't go changing.

Meh.