Scoki

Every heard of the terminology ‘blow it out your arse‘? What’s the opposite? ‘Blow it In your arse‘?

Tags: enema, humor, smoking.
Filed under: humor

If you existed on the planet yesterday you would know Sydney resembled another planet. The Big Picture has some amazing photos of the dust storm as does Daniel Boud. As usual the media churned out some predictable descriptions, headlines and atrocious metaphors for this event. It’s just a bloody dust storm!

Looking at the pictures though and one common theme springs to the fore. Why does everyone take photos (some exceptions) of the Harbour Bridge and Opera House when depicting Sydney? Are these two architectural wonders the only redeeming features of this city?

As a Melbournite I think you know what my answer would be. Come to your senses Sydney and move down here, we’re more than just a Harbour, House and Bridge!

Tags: Duststorm, Health, Sydney, Weather.
Filed under: Weather

Yesterday I took the car into the city because I had a meeting which needed to be attended on time. Normally I would take public transport however trust is not on my agenda when it comes to trains.

Travelling through Ivanhoe I took the following image:

I was amused at how many takes it took for the truck to reverse into the site however was more amused by the immature driver who had enough of waiting and sped around myself, past the lollypop man and then the truck. If only.

Surprisingly (keeping in mind my last post) I don’t suffer from rode rage. However fuckers* are other drivers and I’m an exemplary driver.

*When minors are in the car, the term ‘fuckers’ is rephrased. This is very difficult task to perform.

Tags: driving, photo, roadrage.
Filed under: Shrug

Oh, hi there.

I started this post earlier this month because I had my cranky pants on and once I had typed those initial three words, I gave up. I couldn’t write anymore.

This is how my depression manifests itself, a deep seated displeasure with the world around me. If something (anything at all) is not quite right, I become moody, intolerable and cannot reason. Therein lies the incongruence of this illness and my diagnosis. This is not typical depression, right? I mean, everyone is supposed to be melancholic, sad and unmotivated. Wrong.

I’ve read many people’s stories on depression and everyone is different, completely different. However I think the crucial component of depression is the word ‘mood’. Yes, depression is a mood disorder. Despite my moodiness I still remain functional and externally a happy person. That sounded contradictory didn’t it? Aside, what’s inside eats like a ravenous, diseased pig.

I’m controlled by medications and have been through a broad spectrum of anti-depressants since first diagnosed. With each one I initially felt high as a kite but within weeks slipped back to the mood familiar to many close to me. Besides, I don’t like being chemically composed but have no choice. Really I don’t if I’m to continue living with the woman I love and two devastatingly, irresistible daughters.

I’m now asking myself why I’m writing this and to be frank, I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t look for answers and live this life given to me without worrying about how clean the kitchen bench is. I’m fastidious but not beyond reason and know I need to mellow. I wish I could shed these cranky pants.

Tags: Depression, Health.
Filed under: Depression

It’s quite apt my last post was about something I would eventually end up with, but that’s how it goes in the health system. One day you’ll end up receiving something for which you treat. Laid out for a few weeks.

Then I get my dream job, lose interest in ‘teh internet’ and spend time indulging passions neglected.

After a while, your father goes and gets himself a 10cm brain tumor and your nephew is diagnosed with Aspergers.

It happens, it really does.

Tags: aspergers, brain, family, Health, tumor.
Filed under: Life