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is anyone else watching Rage this morning? Bonde do Role are guest programmers - and i had no idea that this sheer volume of Eurotrash videos even existed.

I HAVE A JOB

OMG

While sitting outside the Plaza today, waiting for FMHM to finish dealing with a customer, a noisy VW Beetle drives into the nearby carpark. It sounds like he has to keep revving it to stop it stalling. Or perhaps he just likes the sound of his own engine.  The car is in the midst, by the look of it, of a DIY Carerra Body Kit Modification.  It's at the putty/undercoat stage.  It's not that impressive.

The driver alighted and, as he walked from the car, he kept looking back at it.  He went into a nearby food shop.  FMHM came out at this point and I told her about this.  She said he came in 'that noisy thing' nearly every day.

He emerged a few moments later with food.  As he emerged, he again checked his car, then did this twice more as he sat down to eat.

I couldn't help but murmer "It's ok mate, your penis is still there."  It's a pity FMHM had just take a sip of coffee...

{Lyrics: You Shit Me To Tears - The Tenants}

I go to a wonderful Thai restaurant in Windsor at least once a week for stiry fry tofu. It has the most wonderful furniture. Here's my favourite table...You'll appreciate it's not a stellar pic, I had to take a sneaky shot:

I saw these on the awning (I think that's the right term) of a cafe in Hawthorn


And I've always used teapots as vases for cut flowers. Here's a tutorial of how you can use them to hold plants:

Chris, Marni and I went to St Andrew's markets very early on saturday morning. Here's some shots:



Flowers!



Handmade jewelleryI love these windchimes made from recycled teapots and spoons. I'm inspired to make some of my own :-)




Ponies are so cool!


Yummy cakes and pastries....

blessings

My therapist -- young, het, cisgendered, with a wee one she just had some months ago, normal and quiet in every way, totally different from me in so many ways, knows everything about even the darkest and nastiest parts of me, whether that be the dark side of my sexuality or the rage-filled side of my mind

said to me a couple days ago

that I am one of the kindest, most thoughtful and compassionate people she has ever met.

Given that she embodies all those things to me and that I aspire to being half the selfless, kind, blessing of a person she is, I feel so wonderful and warm and blessed by those words.

balance

I have another thought on this, on how it feels to volunteer and how it fits with who I want to be.  Another day of what people would call menial work tomorrow. But I feel blessed and free.

It's funny: half a lifetime ago, I snickered at people who say they're "dominant at work" and "submissive in soul" -- usually very abrasive people, whose "dominance" I would never have welcomed. I wondered, if their little "BDSM is a break from daily life" theory held up, if that meant the most domly of dominant people must work at McDonalds. It made me scoff.

But now here I am, answering calls at a front desk for no pay. Brightening my voice. "[Name of org], this is [Trinity], how may I help you?"

It's a service posture. And buying a crappy six-dollar lunch at 7-11 before heading back... it struck me that I was happy.

Warm and happy, simple and happy, the way a child is watching the moon come up in the late afternoon.

And I thought back to that, and wondered.

Submissive in daily life? I don't think so. But I did feel warm and happy in a way I never did when I was more directly ambitious. I was happy to be helping, and not fighting. I was happy for the dominance not to be that scrapping, that arguing, that abrasiveness, forcing others to back down.

I want submission from people because they trust me, not because I have an intimidating cobra frill.

And this... this feels good. I'm still ambitious. I want people to know who I am, to know what I'm doing. I still feel that way. But I feel so relieved that that doesn't have to be every moment of my life. That I can feel proud of something so small as transferring a call, when I know that doing so means helping one of my people take one more tiny step toward independent living.
A step past fear, toward dignity.

Bloglandia has talked a lot recently about humiliating service jobs. I'm volunteering. I'm not even getting paid.

And yes, people have called me and berated me, or barked extension numbers into my ears as if I'm a switchboard and not a person.

But I don't feel humiliated or degraded.

I feel blessed and I feel proud.

www.catchhimandkeephim.com hahahahahaha

an annoying sign-up box comes up, but you can read around it, or alternatively, just put your fuckwit neighbour's details in there like i do.

also, not sure what the segue should be here, but having the most awesome chat with an old mate. he's telling me in great detail the many and varied ways he took advantage of his sick, drunken subbie in the pub toilets the other day. poor girl - i'm amazed she survived. i don't think this day can get much better.

finally, a day off... no scripts due today, no meetings, no shoots... *experimentally wiggles toes out in the cold then ducks them back under the quilt*. updated the fridge yesterday so there's no "where's that smell" game needed today, and my roomie is away till sunday night. *stretch* time to regroup, time for some glorious housework and time to look back at the week that was...

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I have never, in all my life, hated a wig with this much.

Light installation rom Treehugger:



Milkcrate furniture from this site



Crate bookshleves from Flickr : (The description is worth a read as the author is desperate to state their fashionableness hehe)

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How cool are these crate briefcases!



And you can find milk crate art here including our very own Milk Crate Man!