Wednesday, January 28, 2009

More Like, Mount Fatlin...




So I was preening myself in the ladies' just before, aka brushing my hair because I hit snooze 4 times this morning on the way to work, and anyhoo, was graced with two chicks walking in to use the facilities. And this my friends, is how wars start.


chick one: Oh, my god. Are you drinking out of the same water bottle as you had yesterday?
chick two: Yeah. Why?
chick one: Oh my god, so I heard that drinking out of plastic bottles can give you cellulite.
chick two: WHAT?
chick one: Yeah, totally. Holy shit you're going to get cellulite.
chick two: HOW?
me: *chuckle*
both: *death stare*
chick one: Oh well, it's something...about the cells...and the recepticals... and... yeah i read it somewhere and then heard it from somewhere else.
chick two: shit this really is terrible news, crap. I'm going to have to just drinking out of glass.
*screech of opening door*
chick three: oh hi guys, why the rasied voices?
chick two: Chick one just told me about how plastic water bottles can give you cellulite!!
chick one: *nods knowingly*
chick three: WHAT THE FUCK?
me: *screech of closing door*


Monday, January 19, 2009

Bus Time Etiquette, With Rarrie Dally-Watkins




It has come to my attention that the greater public is not really aware of how to behave on public transport.

In my own personal interest, as bus is my primary mode of transport in the fair city of Sydney, I have decided that as a public service announcement that I should give you all some pointers.

Firstly, here are some choice tips from a more reputable source, www.sydneybuses.info, which I have added my own personal touches to.

Bus Etiquette

When travelling on Sydney Buses, please be respectful of other passengers by being aware of the following:

Offer your seat to those who need it more than you. If you see someone who is elderly, pregnant, mobility impaired or disabled (or amazingly hurting from a big night on the bolly), you must offer them your seat.

Allow passengers to alight before boarding the bus. (I see examples of this not being followed on a daily basis. I can see what is racing through their minds. "OMG QUICK I NEED TO GET ON THE BUS OMG QUICK. GET OUTTA MY WAY. IT'S GOING TO LEAVE WITHOUT ME EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A WHOLE F-ING GROUP OF PEOPLE TRYING TO GET OFF! QUIIIIICCCCCCCCK!!!!!!!!!!#$@#$!@#$@!%)

Do not distract the driver or interfere with the operation of the bus in any way. (Unless you are an aerodynamic engineer of sorts and developing a hybrid vehicle of sorts which both flies and floats. Then by all means, go for it.)

Do not place (old) bags on seats. (Okay that's just silly but really, there are some really annoying old people who board the bus near me who think it's find to take up entire seats with their granny trolley things and bitch about how nose piercings are the work of satan BECAUSE they're old. Not only this but with my own eyes, I have seen the elderly move faster than a speeding bullet to get on the bus first.)

Do not block doorways with yourself or any belongings and allow fellow passengers room to move if they are getting off the bus. (aka, we all know you're massively rich and have a high-flyer corporate job, but for gods sake, unless you are super thin or are happy to read your newspaper with your arms stretched out in front of you in a very tight 'V' shape, save it for your triple shot soy latte break at work)

Cover your mouth when you cough or sneeze. (Or talking shit to a poor unsuspecting passenger about your skin disease that 'really looks a lot like cold sores')

If you need to speak on your mobile phone, keep your tone to a minimum level, so as not to disturb others around you. (Also, note well that no one cares about what that bitchy hobag did last night, oh my god, we can't believe it either)

If listening to music, use headphones and be aware of the volume. (Please also be aware that this is indicative of the fact that someone does not want to be talked to. My housemates and I oft catch the same bus together and even though we generally like each other (refer to two posts ago), we even don't talk to each other in the mornings on the bus. Headphone time = My time, or as my Housemate Bubecca likes to refer to it, "sacred time". For busy Gen Y-ers, it's all we have.)

and my final add ons.

For the love of crap, please wear deoderant.

If you are waiting in a queue for a bus, use this opportunity to get your bus/loose change out before you board and can't-find-your-wallet-while-there's-a-30-person-queue-waiting-to-get-on-and-you-laugh-flippantly-and-shake-your-head-while-ferreting-around-in-your-bag-for-5-full-minutes.

If you see someone you recognise on the bus that you haven't seen for a full week, and the bus is crowded, please don't shove your way through the packed bus like a gumby and speak over the top of some poor soul who is sitting next to said acquaintance.

And finally:

Please, if you're flagging down a bus, for your own dignities sake, only do it for a second. If you do it for too long you're at risk of:
a) looking like you're 'heil'in' hitler, or
b) looking like one of those dickheads who goes down to the Martin Place sunrise studios who waves behind Kochie, too busy looking at the screen of themselves than at the camera and appears be having some sort of epileptic episode.

That is all.

Faithfully Yours
xx

Rarrie-Anne-Dally-Watkins

Friday, January 9, 2009

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Getting to know about my house. WITH WINGS!

I live in a pad. A Maxi Pad in fact.

(Makes the Old Woman who Lives in a Shoe look a bit SHIT!)





In our house, including me, there are two girls and one boy.




But if we have spiders in our house, we are all wussy babies.






(though admittedly, I think I'd be a bit scared of parents in square dancing outfits too.)


Other interesting facts about us include:


* We have a printer that we found on the street that doubles as a seat!!





* We have a sister house that is almost as cool as us but not really.



* Our house can get pretty messy...




* We sometimes beat eachother up :(



*We often make sexist remarks towards eachother






*And it gets quite sleazy in there...




But we usually love eachother.




ZE END

Friday, January 2, 2009

"Just Walshin' about"

After borrowing Siobannicus' season 1 and 2 of Beverly Hills 90210, I have coined a new phrase.
The Walsh family moved to Beverly Hills after a placid family upbringing in Minnesota. Not so prepared for the big city life of divorce and high wasted faded denim jeans, they continued to share their old-school small town family values and not often enough, end up standing around group hugging the wholesomeness into our teev screens. Oh Jim Walsh rules with an iron fist, but rest assured that when the kids take drugs or run away to mexico, they all yell, then cry, then apologise, set for the next zany adventure to come their way.

THEREFORE

To "Walsh About" (v.) is to engage in lame family activity that results in:

a) punishment that is harsh but ultimately fair
b) a group hug lame moment that involves speaking about family pride and love.
c) someone saying "Oh Jiiiiiiiiiiummmm"
or
d) when some whacky theme tune sounds every time you're all in the same room.

Use it in a sentence today.

(y)
So I've been meaning to start a blog.

Start of the year seemed as good a time as any to get onto it.

Not really sure what to write at this stage of the game, only that I had a smashing new year's eve with some pals.

Highlights: Giant Jenga blocks, Finding a crisp twenny dollar note on the ground, and free bubbles/party poppers.

Lowlights: Lemonade cost $4, and an Indian guy asking me if I'd like some 'boy energy' in exchange for some 'girl energy.'

He looked like this:


How could I resist?

xo