I feel like a bit of a wanker, writing all these poems.

I have been like sand
Letting everything wash over me
Pass through me
Washing me away grain by grain

Now I picture myself as the rich black earth
The sun gives me heat
The rain nourishes me
And good things will grow.

Over to You: So Over The Moon.

A three part question for you:

1. If you were offered the chance to live in a colony on the moon*, would you do it?

2. If you answered yes, why? If you answered no, why not?

3. What would change your answer to Question 1?


Here are my answers:

1. Hell yes!

2. Duh, it's the freaking moon. But to give a fuller answer, I think it would be awesome to be part of something that unusual and historic (in a context where the moon was the first place humans lived other than Earth). And it would be cool to look out of my window at Earth.

3. I would not go if we had to all wear the same outfit all the time.


*Under a dome or something, I'm not a scientist.

Original Drafts IX (or VIIII?). The long awaited return.

Song requested by: the girl with the pink teacup.

Surprised.

Apologies in advance for the swear in this one.


Surprised by beauty unlooked for
Iridescent green, gold and bronze
Glinting from a beetle's back
As it heaves its determined way
Out of a pile of shit

Fun Size: Mixed Bag, or Random Facts

1. I found my first grey hair a few days ago, glinting evilly in the bathroom mirror. Then I lost it later. I figure I pulled it out when I brushed my hair. Yeah... I'm not even thirty yet.
   
2. I accidentally found out who won the most recent season of Australia's Next Top Model - the one I'm in the middle of watching - from Yahoo's damn Australian homepage.
3. I went to the dentist this week for the first time in about 4 years and I have a little cavity in one tooth. This is probably no big deal for most people but I've always had good teeth; the last cavity I had was in a baby tooth. Serves me right for neglecting them, I guess. I'm sure it has nothing to do with my excessive consumption of all manner of sugary, fizzy, sticky and/or chewy delights.

Racist dog food commercial.

I just watched this ad for Cesar dog food and I must say I am appalled.

It shows various large dogs in "hilarious" attempts to do things that small dogs usually do, like sitting on a girl's lap, getting in a bicycle basket, hopping into a handbag and so on.

Like that unattractive girl at your work who wears too-tight, unflattering t-shirts that say "goddess" and "sexy", big dogs just don't get it.

The "punchline" of this propagandist tripe is "not every dog wants to be a Cesar's dog".

Oh really, Cesar? What, your food is too good for big dogs? Big dogs aren't fancy enough for you? I'm sure there are plenty of big dogs out there who would just love to be fancy and eat out of your little gold foil packets. But noooooo, you have to practice doggy apartheid and remind those more generously-proportioned pups that they're not allowed to enjoy your precious Steak Florentine. "Stick to your Generic Chunks in Goo!" you cry heartlessly to our big-boned canine chums.

Racist.


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Disclaimer:
Of course I don't equate jokey little-dog snobbery with something as serious and hateful as racism. And the commercial is freaking adorable. It's just that I think one's size shouldn't get in the way of one's ability to be fancy. Am I right ladies?

Soda Fountain of Knowledge Language Edition: Dero Moll

You have Season 3 of Australia's Next Top Model to thank for today's SFoK entry.

dero:
1. n. An unattractive, unkempt, disheveled person, possibly homeless. From derelict. Usually used in a pejorative rather than literal sense.
For example: "She's a total dero!"

2. adj. Having the appearance of a dero.
"You're such a dero moll!"

moll:
n. A woman of low class, in both appearance and behaviour.
For example: "I hope she gets eliminated next, because she's a moll."