Last night’s bday dins:
Honestly a great way to do it. Chuck it all on and everyone decides for themselves.
Morning @useless_modern_god@aussie.zone Do you like dinosaurs?
Ooooooooh
Holy Hell. 🤤
This is becoming like a maths quiz. If Catfish has 4 dinosaurs, Seagoon is given 2 dinosaurs and Duenen steals one dinosaur, how many dinosaurs does Catfish have? Answer: either 1 or 2 dinosaurs, depending on which dinosaur was stolen. This may lead to lots of arguments on Facebook.
2 stegosauruses please
With pleasure.
steals one
That feeling when the cat curls up in my knee-pits
🙌💜🐱💜🙌
The Love Flomp
Melbcat actually raises herself up a little to scoot closer and flomp into me as the little spoon
Ted Cat bites me if I move.
Cerys was the big spoon the other night. Such bliiiiss
If anyone wants a spiritually market, just hit up the St Andrews market any Saturday. People are selling rocks, hippie clothes and all that stuff.
My dumb ass wanted cheap fruit and vegetables
That’s where those types go to make money lol! My mum used to do tarot card readings at Caribbean Markets near Rowville she’d make heaps of cash from old ladies 😂
Edit: she didn’t think she was a scammer btw lol she seriously believes she’s a psychic 🙄
I wonder if tarot card tastings are be done over the internet?
Idk about tastings, but yes, there are those who do readings over zoom and such. Scammers gotta be scamming haha
I can do them, but I dont believe in them really. Not in the way that those psychics would think. I think it’s just a neat way to get the answers you already know. Something “objective” that will guide you to things you may only know subconsciously, or something you may not want to meet, or just validation that you have inner strength to rely on. It doesn’t tell the future 😂
Also, funnily enough, Tarot cards originated in Italy, and it was just a card game. No divination or anything, just a fun card game. Then in the 1800s, French Occultists (think Alistair Crowley) made up the idea that tarot cards were used in Egypt since ancient times to tell the future. And because there was no real way for the common man to fact check that, that lie propagated out until today. Tarot readings isn’t really a thing in Europe, where tarot games were played, but it’s popular in Western countries because of those Occultists travelling to America and touring their silly occult “artifacts” and shit.
It’s so funny to me. Tarot games (tarrocci, iirc, in Italian, the name of the original game and prolly where the word “tarot” comes from) have nothing to do with divination at all. They were more akin to the card games Thirteen, Poker, and such.
Edit: see below for corrections!!
Crowley was an abusive dickhead that used occultism as a power trip. And not French but English, unfortunately, and early 1900s not 1800s. He was active in the 1920s and 30s before he met a well deserved fate. Maybe you’re thinking of the 18th century libertine movement, which also experimented with denying the power of organised christian religion, and did not quibble at doing transgressive behaviour. Eg the Marquis de Sade, and truth to tell, Voltaire.
On tarot cards, try reading up on Madame Blavatsky and how her shtick connected with the Theosophical movement so popular in the 1920s and 30s. The consonance with today’s CBT is sooo compelling. ‘Every day in every way I am getting better and better’ as a daily mantra. And this is where the whole power of positive thinking got started too. I’ve played tarrocco and enjoyed it - having the extra cards lends a whole new dimension to strategy. I’d call it as closer to classic whist or contract bridge - its not similar to poker at all as it’s trick based.
The actual cards in the current format have been around since late medieval times - mostly used for card playing. Using cards for divination (and a whole lot of other things too such as the flight of birds and entrails of sacrificial animals) has been popular since the roman empire, and possibly since humanity was invented. As a species we really do want to believe that we can get a cheat code on the future.
Thank you for the corrections! I read about it ages ago and forgot the pertinent details 😅
I didn’t want to get into Crowley because he’s gross AF.
I appreciate this, I have more to look into!!! 💜
Yep, Crowley was a hagfish - everything he touched turned to slime.
For early 20th century occultism, try looking up Dion Fortune (pseudonym) who was actually quite positively focused. He/she wrote several novels, of which Psychic Self-Defence is probably the most famous. Gardnerian witchcraft is also tied into all this stuff, more or less positively depending on context. The short stories of Sylvia Townsend-Warner are a thinly disguised contemporary critique of the participants too. And very funny. This stuff is not at all fashionable, but sneaks up and bites where it matters. I recommend it as an antidote to practically all instagram occultism.
There’s a few clubs that play tarrocco around in the northern suburbs - if you like card evenings they’re quite fun. Only most of the people involved are eldery Italians, so if you are under 60, or just don’t yet use a walking frame, prepare to be flirted with.
ooh, someone else who has read Dion Fortune.
All bunk of course.
The Egyptian ones are fascinating. I used to have a book about it somewhere.
Oh ok. I wasn’t aware of the origins of it.
I always thought of them as a divination tool and I guess I find tarot mildly fascinating.
With that said I do take them with a grain of salt.
I just went hunting for a set of tarot cards I got awhile ago and thank goodness I found them.
Thought I might have lost them. Nothing special, just a set of X/1999 ones I took a fancy to a long time ago.
Gah. How did that come out as tastings!
I think if both parties believe in what they’re doing then it’s not a scam. You could see it as your mum was working as an entertainer and the old women were getting their money’s worth
Ashamedly, I’m sort of hippie-curious 🔮
I like the idea but rarely the people.
I was engaged once upon a time, to a hippie girl. We were together for 6 years. I’ve always loved the free spirited type of person.
I posted about it partially for you. You can make a morning trip up to St Andrews instead of editing for one of the big markets.
And between St Andrews and Hurstbridge you’d be able to get into the hippie scene pretty quickly and decide if it’s for you
Thank you mate. I’ve put it into my calendar. Worst case, I come away smelling like patchoulli and nag champa
Had a lovely night out last night with a new group - great group, we all want to get together again.
Also, after a little throw up last night, I think after eating some of Zooki’s leftovers, Sammi not only got up for breakfast scarfed down a saucer of food and sampled a little more. She’s been off her food since the ultrasound so a huge relief…I’m really glad to hear that 🙂
What a fucking night. I haven’t been out in at least 6 months. Here’s to building a social life!
🥂
Slept in, went out and got an almond lemon tart biscuit and a brownie, and a mocha and cappuccino from The Good Baker.
People everywhere on Sydney Road, in all the shops and on the footpaths. It’s so nice to see everyone looking happy and having conversations.
I just want to tell them all they look so beautiful.
Almost 100% chillo germination:
Hooray
I get so stressed out seeing my family. I love my dad and them, but I feel like such a failure.
My cousin just got her cert in childhood education, and I dunno. I feel left behind, alone. A black sheep, where my cousins are successful and I’m still floundering away trying to get anywhere.
I suppose it’s easier for Dad to be proud of them, when they have done things to be proud of.
I know these are my own insecurities, and I’d never project onto anyone. But it’s hard seeing my own success when I don’t feel I’ve gotten anywhere at all, or done anything notable. I guess it would be nice if they reached out at all, but they only do when something is going on, and even then I’ve been forgotten lol
Ehh I’m overthinking. Whatever.
Can I disagree.
You have done the very hard work on being a better and healthy person. If you’re the only one in your family who has done this it’s not uncommon to feel a bit out of place. You think and feel and believe differently now.
And education is life long. Once you get into your stride you’ll excel at everything and outshine them all.
So many hugs.
can I relate about my own sibs. They are all better off financially than me. While I was fighting the demons they accepted them and some even became demons themselves. They had the energy to do the socially easy things.
I’m proud of you. If that helps. You’re making big changes to get where you want to be.
And even if you weren’t, you are worthy and valuable just for being you.
ikr, spud is amazing 🙂
also, can they write pomes like Spud? I doubt it.
I understand that feeling. Very, very well.
The only person you can compare yourself to, is who you were yesterday.
I hope that helps 🙂
But did they have other people drag them down, and have to spend time rebuilding?
Not everyone gets an equal shake
Post gig pizza. A place near home is open until 2am so might as well
Did Father’s Day shopping plus birthday shopping as Mr P’s bday is in a few weeks, and I thought I may as well get it out of the way whilst all the manly gifty goods were on display for the purchasing at a discount price lol.
A friend of a friend of ours has a Staffy which has just had pups and we are being offered our choice. 😃🤔😃🤔😃🤔😃🤔 are my thoughts at the moment. I love them; I’ve always found them loving, staunch, and funny, such clowns. And I’d love for the kids to finally have a dog. And the breeder’s lovely. BUT… The side fence needs replacing and the neighbours insist they can’t afford to pay their share, so we’ve been nailing bits together and making do with star pickets for years. They’ve got a very exy breed of dog they’ve had for a few years (think several grand) so I’m surprised they’re not more motivated to do the fence, but blood from a stone I guess. A Staffy would eat the fence for brekkie. Plus they do need very strong, solid and consistent training right from the very beginning. Plus all the costs involved, on a single income 😬 I feel very sad inside, because I always thought that if you can’t afford to prioritise the costs of pet ownership for an animal that relies on you for it’s existence then you shouldn’t do it. If I’m not being a hypocrite then I know my answer, even though I haven’t given an answer yet. It’s not fair for the dog or us if we’re just scraping by. But it hurts. It’s not the first time I’ve been offered a pup; last time it was a Jack Russell, a breed I love even more (I’ve owned 3). That one really hurt to say no to, and Mr P was shitty at me for days, but I just can’t. I can’t if I can’t afford to be the kind of owner the dog deserves. And it hurts 😔
" It’s not fair for the dog or us if we’re just scraping by. But it hurts. "
Yes it hurts, but this is responsible pet ownership in action. You have nothing to reproach yourself if you decline their offer. The fence situation is a deal breaker too imo. And when it comes to strong, solid and consistent training - do you think anyone other than yourself can supply that? And there are so many other calls on your time and effort. What would happen if you or one of the minipeelers got sick? You’re doing the right thing - both for your family and for the dog. There will come a time in the future when the stars all align and its the right time to get a pup. Just not now.
I hope so. Thanks for the backup.
A Staffy is a major undertaking. It’s big and strong and you don’t want to neglect training. And they eat a lot and are expensive.
Best for you all and for the dog.
Hugs.
You’re doing the right thing.
Is Mr. P going to be equally enforcing the consistent training, doing the walks and cleaning the poo, taking it to the vet, paying for the costs? Responsibility for a pet tends to fall mostly on mum and all of the effort, cleaning and replacing chewed items also goes up with a baby animal.
Hopefully there’s a better situation in future and you get to wholeheartedly say yes to a puppy.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig. Only not a pig just some liquid nails and barkeepers friend. Someone put a lovely 19th century copper wash ewer out on the nature strip. Just needs the base re-attached more securely and a bit of polishing. Holds about an ordinary bucketful so will come in very useful as well as beautiful.
And the pouring handle is a lion’s head, and there are gorgeous reinforcing bits at the sides with lion’s heads on them.It’s really nice. 🙂
ooh I like that.
Laurent closes in 20 mins… do I go… no, I’ll make it a Sunday morning treat. So that it gets me out of the house. Just not feeling it today.
Vacuumed the house after like 3 weeks (gross ,I know) and that’s about all I want to do for the day. I did the most urgent thing and that’s good enough. zzzzz
after like 3 weeks
I’m at about 5 weeks.
I’m about the same. To be fair I need a new vacuum. I went to buy one today but was overwhelmed by all the stick vac choices so I went home empty handed 🫠
It’s okay, you had some crucial retaining wall business to get done…
I am now working on the metal ferrules of the cabinet legs. They were so rusty. Work on the big chairs continues.
TIL the word ferrules!
when you are old you know lots of words
3 different grade sandpapers used to remove rust and some rust preventer applied, will repeat the process tomorrow so it’s done as well as I can. One leg is banged up tho. Then will apply some clear varnish.
Finish cleaning the glass and the rest of the wood , I think it was stored in a garage and the soot and oil is hard to remove. I’ve unpacked the glass shelves and cleaning them up too.
I’ve started sorting my shell collection ready to put on display. Big shells on the bottom and smaller up high. If there is room I’ll put some mineral specimens in too.
And for the chairs, so many pieces of velvet and tapestry have been measured and cut ready to be made into matching scatter cushions. 🙂
Pretty chuffed with my sat morn brunch of leftover rice, leftover steamed broccoli stir fried with eggs, jarred ginger/garlic, and “olive vegetable” paste. Haven’t cooked in quite a while with the craziness/exhaustion of the last two weeks. There is something satisfying and grounding about making and eating your own meals, I should do some meal prep this weekend while I’ve got a bit of breathing space.
Sounds amazing.
There’s something about cooking sometimes that when it comes out nicely it makes you proud.
I hate cleaning up after the lost though :(
