I’m thinking it should cost about $250pp? Special Guest Speaker should be (soon to be) renowned author Sniffy Jenkins perhaps on “how to capture your thoughts into words”? Maybe some “confidence building activities” via photoshop tutorials or munnie making classes?
Who has the skills (and company name and invoicing skills) to do this?
I’ll be stuffed! That electricity clacker shouldn’t have lobbed in on you mate. On a Saturday? He certainly had tickets toon himself, or tickets to electricity. Does that make him a feral greenie? He sounds like a yabbering yobbo to me.
By the way X, is my Saturday going to be like this, too?
Well, strewth, you gave it a ripper of shot there, sheila. I was gobsmacked with ya nutting out our local lingo.
The no hoper wasn’t the full quid, so it was a piece of piss to rip the show pony. The ratbag came the raw prawn and that made me ropeable! I swear, telling me porkies always makes me as cross as a frog in a sock! So bein’that I’m a dag an’part time feral greenie, it was a fair go to get busier than a cat burying shit an’ take the piss out of ‘em.
So I took a squizz down me nose at ‘em and geave’em a gobful! “Don’t go pissing down my back and tell me it’s raining, you can just chuck a yewy and shoot through you dipstick.”
So, besides mormons, Electricity sellers may place me on the "do not knock on this crazy fuckers door" list
1. As most people here already know, you should never disturb someone during a no pants Saturday.
2. Forcing me to put pants on to answer the door during said day is not going to endear me to you.
3. Trying to sell me electricity after point 2 means I am going to extract a revenge tactic.
4. I do believe that spending 10 minutes with me explaining that I don’t care about saving money and why I choose 100% green electricity was a worthwhile chat.
5. Calling your manager to ask how to deal with hippies like me was bad enough since you were still in my yard, but knocking on my door again, forcing me to get back into my pants? ah-ah.
6. Yes. I do think forcing you to stand there in the rain, under an Umbrella, for 30 minutes with me just in semi-undone pants (ladies!) learning about the way electricity in Australia works, the fallacy of multiple venders when there are only a limited set of suppliers, how the goverment green electricity watch organisation and site is run, why your company is not listed in the first tope ten listings, why companies who sell 20% green electricity products rate higher than yours was time well spent and has enriched your life in ways that cannot be counted.
Taken out of context it seems rather dismissive, but his actual words were to his nephew, and the mistake he refers to is not simply the historical bruhaha, but the mess that was created by the rapid introduction and prostitution of psychotherapy into the culture for the use of the Propoganda machine to promote the interests of business. Or as it later became known, the new field of PR.
There’s two documenteries worth watching here the first is called “the corporation" which speaks of the businesses and their histories. But of greater interest, especially as an extension to this post’s topic, is "The Century of the Self" as it explores the history and path of psychotherapy through the last 100 years.
Because it’s Friday afternoon, I’ve finished a bunch of conferance calls, I am full with delicious beef pho so my gut makes sloshy, swooshy sounds every time I walk and I am just wanting to chat with people … http://tumblroonies.chatango.com/
One of the wonders of the Australian Tax system (and I hope it’s the same for the US, Canada and the UK) is that if one is heading off on a trip for the purposes of BUSINESS or EDUCATION one can claim those expenses as taxable rebates.
I think we need someone to run a two day conference “Public Speaking and Social Interaction for Professionals” to be held in San Francisco, say on the 23rd and 24th of January 2010? Perhaps with an “interactive practical session” on the night of the 23rd.
Does anyone seriously think telling kids that kissing is the slippery slope to sexual intercourse is going to stop them kissing?
Possibly Brother Adams, the patriarchal head of the Christian Brothers College I was sentenced to as a kid who’s Form 1 (year 7 or whatever you guys call it) sex education class I have taken the liberty to transcribe word for word below.
The state has decided that sex education must be met in the school curriculum. As far as the catholic church is concerned, pre-Marital sex is a sin. Technically, all sex is the original sin, but you are forgiven for the purposes of procreation. As far as you gentlemen are concerned, simply remember this:
There shall be no geographic explorations south of the neck.
That meets our state obligations - anything you really need to know will be taught to you by the priest during your pre-wedding tutorials. Good Afternoon.
When the call comes, be calm. Say to your wife, “My brother is dying. I have to fly to California.” try not to be shocked that he already looks like a cadaver. Say to the young man sitting by your brother’s side, “I’m his brother.” Try not to be shocked when the young man says, “I’m his lover. Thanks for coming.”
Listen to the doctor with a steel face on. Sign the necessary forms. Tell the doctor you will take care of everything. Wonder why doctors are so remote.
Watch the lover’s eyes as they stare into your brother’s eyes as they stare into space. Wonder what they see there. Remember the time he was jealous and opened your eyebrow with a sharp stick. Forgive him out loud even if he can’t understand you. Realize the scar will be all that’s left of him.
Over coffee in the hospital cafeteria say to the lover, “You’re an extremely good-looking young man.” Hear him say, “I never thought I was good enough looking to deserve your brother.”
Watch the tears well up in his eyes. Say, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what it means to be the lover of another man.” Hear him say, “Its just like a wife, only the commitment is deeper because the odds against you are so much greater.” Say nothing, but take his hand like a brother’s.
Drive to Mexico for unproven drugs that might help him live longer. Explain what they are to the border guard. Fill with rage when he informs you, “You can’t bring those across.” Begin to grow loud. Feel the lover’s hand on your arm restraining you. See in the guard’s eye how much a man can hate another man. Say to the lover, “How can you stand it?” Hear him say, “You get used to it.” Think of one of your children getting used to another man’s hatred.
Call your wife on the telephone. Tell her, “He hasn’t much time. I’ll be home soon.” Before you hang up say, “How could anyone’s commitment be deeper than a husband and a wife?” Hear her say, “Please. I don’t want to know all the details.”
When he slips into an irrevocable coma, hold his lover in your arms while he sobs, no longer strong. Wonder how much longer you will be able to be strong. Feel how it feels to hold a man in your arms whose arms are used to holding men. Offer God anything to bring your brother back. Know you have nothing God could possible want. Curse God, but do not abandon Him.
Stare at the face of the funeral director when he tells you he will not embalm the body for fear of contamination. Let him see in your eyes how much a man can hate another man.
Stand beside a casket covered in flowers, white flowers. Say, “thank you for coming,” to each of seven hundred men who file past in tears, some of them holding hands. Know that your brother’s life was not what you imagined. Overhear two mourners say, “I wonder who’ll be next?” and “I don’t care anymore, as long as it isn’t you.”
Arrange to take an early flight home. His lover will drive you to the airport. When your flight is announced say, awkwardly, “If I can do anything, please let me know.” Do not flinch when he says, “Forgive yourself for not wanting to know him after he told you. He did.” Stop and let it soak in. Say, “He forgave me, or he knew himself?” “Both,” the lover will say, not knowing what else to do. Hold him like a brother while he kisses you on the cheek. Think that you haven’t been kissed by a man since your father died. Think, “This is no moment to be strong.”
Fly first class and drink Scotch. Stroke your split eyebrow with a finger and think of your brother alive. Smile at the memory and think how your children will feel in your arms warm and friendly and without challenge.