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Snapshots of My Life

I cleaned out under the seat of our ute AKA The Tank, and found a bounty of old cigarette packets (I already removed about twice this many last time I did a less thorough clean). One packet was still full, and despite being at least 4 years old, my dad smoked them. Said they weren’t too bad…

Ute clean out

I found this draught stopper at the tip shop, and it’s so damn cute:

Door snake

I’ve been baking a shit tonne, but not really photographing it. Here is a sample, in the form of creepy gingerbread ghouls:

Gingerbread ghouls

IT SNOWED A FEW WEEKS AGO!!!!!!

Snow 2

Snow

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Welcome to the Library

This is rather a random post, but I thought that it might be fun. My neighbour came into my flat for the first time, and was stunned by how many books I have. I do have rather a lot, so I thought I’d share some pictures of them!

Incidentally, none of the furniture in this flat is mine (it came furnished), just the books/milk crates…

Lounge books 1

The view to the left of my front door.

Lounge books 2

The view to the right of my front door.

Altar room bookcase

My NeoPagan books, in my altar/spare room.

Bedroom comics

And my comics.

Just a couple of books, really… 😛

So My Cat Loves to Brush His Teeth…

At the vet’s recommendation, I bought a child’s toothbrush for my cat. I wasn’t sure how he would take to it, but I need not have worried…

He LOVES his toothbrush! He’ll let me brush his teeth for 20+ minutes, and he often brushes them himself. I leave the toothbrush on the floor, and he frequently has a good ol’ chew on it. Too cute!!!!

The Crazy Customer Case-Files: Part 1

Working in retail is, as a general rule, a nightmare. There seems to be a prevailing attitude that people who work in retail, especially at supermarkets and fast food joints, aren’t actually people – so it’s perfectly acceptable to treat them like shit.

And sometimes you get those “extra special” customers who are just completely irrational and aggressive, and enjoy taking their pathology out on other people. These are some of those stories.

The Chilli

This is one of the many tales of retardation surrounding one particular customer, whom I want to shove under a bus. She purchased a birdseye chilli for $0.30, then wanted to return it and get a refund. Due to our fantastically stupid return policy, we did so. However, when doing the refund it became apparent that the woman had actually been undercharged by $0.15; the cashier informed her of this, at which point she demanded a refund AND the chilli, because it’s a “scanning error.” She got her $0.30 back, and further ensured that everyone in the store hates her that little bit more.

The Capsicum

Another incident involving the above woman (there are so very, very many to choose from). She brought in a capsicum that had been cut in half, and had developed mould on the open half; she demanded a refund, and a free replacement. When I asked to see her receipt, I noted that she had bought the capsicum OVER A WEEK AGO. By the placement of the mould, it had started to develop after she had cut it open, and probably stored it improperly because she’s an idiot. Management acceded to her demands and gave her a refund and a replacement capsicum. The only victory against stupidity was making her take a capsicum that weighed more or less exactly the same as the one she originally purchased – which I did when she tried to get one twice the size of the original.

Price Check

We suck pretty badly at having price tags up for everything, which often makes people irate. This woman went beyond irate and hit “what the fuck is wrong with you” within two sentences.

Her: (Loudly and angrily) HOW much are these potatoes??
Me: I’ll just double check these price tags, sometimes things get moved around.
Her: I already looked, there’s no price tag, AS USUAL. I buy these potatoes ALL THE TIME and they NEVER have a price tag on them. (If you buy them all the time, how do you not know their price?)
Me: Sorry about that, I’ll just scan them and check the price … they’re $7.
Her: Are they SEVEN dollars, or are they SIX NINETY EIGHT???
Me: … $6.98.
And then I left to take a deep breath and count to ten out the back.

Fish I Didn’t Want Anyway

While I was putting out sausages in the fridge, and a woman comes up to the fridge, looks at the fish section and angrily declares “Oh for God’s sake, there are no basa fillets AS USUAL.” Note that she declared it to the air, because fuckwit customers really enjoy making loud, angry comments to “no one in particular” while standing really close to an employee. Most of the time I just ignore them, because if they can’t be arsed acknowledging that I’m a person by actually addressing me, fuck them.

Then she turns to me and spits “Why don’t you ever have these in?” When I offer to go have a look out the back and double-check that we don’t have any in stock, she informs me “No, I don’t want any today anyway. You just NEVER have them in.

I Buy It, Therefore It’s Incredibly Popular

A woman at the cigarette counter wanted a pouch of Holiday loose tobacco. I didn’t know Holiday even made a loose tobacco, and I’m pretty damn familiar with cigarette products. I had a look, and we didn’t have any, and there was no tag to indicate that we stocked it.

When I informed the woman of that, she blew her stack and starting ranting about how we never have any in stock – to which I tried to explain that there is no tag for it, which means we probably don’t stock it anymore (if we ever did, but I omitted that comment).

She then demanded to know “Why have you stopped stocking it, when it’s the most popular tobacco there is??” I managed to refrain from commenting that a) no, it’s not, and b) I didn’t personally make the decision not to stock your goddamn brand of tobacco. Instead I went with a non-committal “I don’t know, sorry, they do all kinds of weird things with our tobacco lines.”

But, of course, she wasn’t done acting like a tool yet, and started telling me how “she’ll NEVER shop here AGAIN,” to which I responded… “Fair enough, you have a good day.” And walked away.

Is it any wonder I absolutely despise the human race? Stay tuned for more tales of Crazy Customers, because Gods know every day presents me with more material. And rage. Raaaaaaaaaaaage.

Another Year, Another Post

Well here we are again, at the beginning of the year… the secular/calendar year, anyway. I’ve always felt that it’s a very arbitrary marker of time, when the seasons flow endlessly into one another – wouldn’t it make more sense to go back to counting things by summers? I’ve now lived 25 summers. After all, clocks are a tool of the capitalist machine, used to control the proletariat!

It’s lonely being a vegan-feminist-left-wing-intellectual in rural Australia this world.

Not to mention being a vegan locovore (as much as possible) who is concerned with sustainable business and farming practices, not to mention human and animal rights, who has been forced by circumstance to work for one of the multinational grocery chains.

It’s about as soul crushing as you might imagine…

Every time I see one of their propaganda pieces about how they “treat and pay farmers well” or are concerned with “sustainable” food production I want to scream. It’s all goddamn lies, and people buy into it hook, line and sinker.

I’ve been doing more and more reading regarding the “hidden” costs and horrors implicit in a supermarket-driven food economy, and it’s some scary shit. Having eliminated animal suffering from my diet/life, I am now working towards ensuring humans don’t suffer either. From a self-confessed misanthropist extremis, this may seem surprising, but we can hardly expect society at large to treat non-human animals with respect when they’re still exploiting their own species.

I consider these two essential reading when it comes to understanding how the modern human “food chain” really works:

Not On the Label, Felicity Lawrence

The Omnivore’s Dilemma, Michael Pollan

Especially for those of you in Australia, I also highly recommend;

Eating Between The Lines: Food and Equality in Australia, Rebecca Huntley

Eating Between the Lines is a fascinating look at how economic, geographical and gender factors all influence how/what people buy, prepare, eat and generally interact with, food. The analysis of gender roles relating to food was a thought provoking examination that appears to be rarely mentioned in most literature dealing with food-human interaction.

See, I really wish I had someone in person with whom to discuss these ideas. Or any ideas, really. Anything but banal fucking melodrama and offspring (the spawn of human breeders, not the band). Basically, I just want a clone of myself, so we could discuss books, ideas, films, comics… sigh.

The long and short of it is, as I mentioned in my previous post, I don’t much feel like talking with most people. The conversation isn’t anything particularly important or interesting, so why bother? Not to mention, the older I get, the less I want other people involved in, or knowing about, my affairs. It inevitably leads to drama!

So I’m going to attempt to update here more often, and use it as something of an intellectual outlet, when I’m not too braindead and exhausted from working shitty shift hours. I have to turn my brain off at work in order to survive my job, now I have to get back into the habit of turning it back on afterwards.

There will probably be more book/film reviews and somewhat less baking – my oven is unreliable at best, and a complete bitch at worst. It’s about 50 years old, electric and very, very variable in temperature. So it’s somewhat taken the joy out of baking, because I’m constantly stressing about getting cooking times right and not burning things. Ugh. I do still bake, but largely unimaginative things – I’m rarely game to risk trying a new recipe when there are good odds my oven will fuck it up…

Thank the Gods for my cat, whom I love so dearly. And monkeybars.

We're All Mad Here

Let Me Tell You About My Cat

Wow, it sure has been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve been keeping busy with all manner of things, many of which I have photographed. But, to be honest, I haven’t felt much like communicating with anyone, in real life or online. On the whole, I’m burned out on humans in general.

That being said, my little big man is the light of my life, not to mention the love of it! So, I figure it’s fitting that my attempt to re-invigorate this blog begins with a post about my cat;

Yawny kitty

Remy Le Beau
AKA Gambit
AKA Prince Snugglytoes, Spaz Captain, Cuddlebutt

Gambit mirror

How we met:
My neighbour took in a pregnant stray, who then had Gambit. I started playing with him when he was about 5 weeks old, and we both soon fell in love. He gradually came to spend more and more time with me, and I formally adopted him when he was about 4 months old. He’s now a little over a year – his birthday is three days after mine!

Stretchy sleepies

His hobbies and favourite things:
– Shadowcat (see below); wrestling and cuddling with her
– BELLY RUBS! Cannot emphasise this enough – the standing record is 45 straight minutes of belly rubs before my hand cramped. He was still totally into it; he kneads me as hard as he can, drools, and gets this hilarious look on his face. Unfortunately I don’t have a hand free to take a picture
– Eating flies. Whether he catches them, or I swat them, he looooves crunching them

Gambit and Shadowcat

His bestest friend:
I have a semi-second cat; I have dubbed her Shadowcat, AKA Kitty Pride. Her and Gambit are the BEST FRIENDS EVER. They like to spend all day together, sleep together, and are generally inseparable. Her owners don’t take great care of her, and she was living with me for several months until recently.

The Demon Kitty

She recently got knocked up by a stray, and had her kittens under my bed! She proudly picked one up and dropped it in my lap, showing off. Too cute. At the moment she’s back living with her actual owners while she cares for the kittens, then we’ll see. She’s a cranky, adorable tiny thing, who has a penchant for sleeping on my head while purring like a motorboat.

Zombie kitteh eats brains

Gambit misses her sleeping in here; for the first week he was constantly getting up, making me open the door so he could call out for her, as he does whenever she hasn’t come in yet. Poor little man. And she keeps trying to stay in my house, crying and bolting back in when I put her out. Poor little girl.

Gambit and Shadowcat, ying and yang

Every day is a delightful adventure when you share it with a cat (or two)!

Pictures of My Cat: “This is How I Sleep”

Welcome to the new section of this blog, Pictures of My Cat! I take many, many photographs of Gambit, due to his overwhelming cuteness at all times. Here are some of them;

Gambit This is How I Sleep

These are all taken on different days, he just sleeps like this most of the time!

Gambit Lookit that Belly

Lookit that fluffy white belly, begging to be rubbed! Which he absolutely loooooves…

Gambit sleeping

He also loves sleeping with his tongue poking out. Maybe just to be even more adorable.

Gambit Woke Up

“What are you doing, human?”

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