Slow burning grumbles
I've noticed something. That if you have things to do, they gnaw at your mind until you do them. So it is better just to do them and get them out of the way! Numerous things have indicated this to me in the past year, and yet I still procrastinate at international level......
Never mind. Just wanted to put a comment in here about another mind-boggling revelation I had on the train on Sunday evening. Having found my seat on the train from King's X (whoop-de-do), and carrying far too much crap with me (to whit: newspaper remnants from the previous day, newly purchased book of puzzles, postcard since I couldnt find a box at the station, bottle of coke and a coffee), I finished inserting parentheses and flipped down the useless little table embedded in the back of the seat. To find someone had carefully tucked a load of shit in there, which promptly flopped out all over the place. Marvellous.
Not all bad though, as some of it consisted of a magazine, and free reading material is always good. This, as it happens, was Men's Health, not something I would usually ever consider reading. Having perused it slightly, I'm adding it to the list of my personal Bonfire of the Vanities along with Heat, FHM and Jeremy Clarkson. You see, I'm pretty well-adjusted to life. The fact that this blog belies that statement actually confirms it, since I'm healthily channeling all the crap I have to deal with into this outlet, and the humourous entertainment it provides. But this magazine I chanced upon made me feel nothing but inadequate in a number of ways.
This is probably due to the journalism itself, working in the same way as most cosmetics in that they create a problem to which they provide the solution. Yes? Downright devious. But this wasnt a particularly hard sell either. God knows what women are exposed to in 'women's interest' magazines.....*shudders* Time to overthrow some paradigms, people.
It's still quite early, and I dont know what to do with myself. Laundry is going, washing up has been done, I've swept the floor......this is a most unusual feeling!
Never mind. Just wanted to put a comment in here about another mind-boggling revelation I had on the train on Sunday evening. Having found my seat on the train from King's X (whoop-de-do), and carrying far too much crap with me (to whit: newspaper remnants from the previous day, newly purchased book of puzzles, postcard since I couldnt find a box at the station, bottle of coke and a coffee), I finished inserting parentheses and flipped down the useless little table embedded in the back of the seat. To find someone had carefully tucked a load of shit in there, which promptly flopped out all over the place. Marvellous.
Not all bad though, as some of it consisted of a magazine, and free reading material is always good. This, as it happens, was Men's Health, not something I would usually ever consider reading. Having perused it slightly, I'm adding it to the list of my personal Bonfire of the Vanities along with Heat, FHM and Jeremy Clarkson. You see, I'm pretty well-adjusted to life. The fact that this blog belies that statement actually confirms it, since I'm healthily channeling all the crap I have to deal with into this outlet, and the humourous entertainment it provides. But this magazine I chanced upon made me feel nothing but inadequate in a number of ways.
This is probably due to the journalism itself, working in the same way as most cosmetics in that they create a problem to which they provide the solution. Yes? Downright devious. But this wasnt a particularly hard sell either. God knows what women are exposed to in 'women's interest' magazines.....*shudders* Time to overthrow some paradigms, people.
It's still quite early, and I dont know what to do with myself. Laundry is going, washing up has been done, I've swept the floor......this is a most unusual feeling!
posted by J at 8:33 PM
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