People often call today’s television (TV) rubbish, but even rubbish can sometimes be useful, such as recycling for what it’s worth. But the TV that’s presented today is veritable sewerage, at least for us who have to watch it via satellite and especially during these lockdowns. Our TV comes via the north of Australia, Northern Territory and Far North Queensland, as it was the only way to get satellite TV signal. And the reason that we have satellite TV is because we simply can’t get watchable TV via regular means, as we seem to be in a black spot when it come to reception. We still get the regular programs that others get via satellite, but what kills it are the ads that come with the transmissions from the far north.
I’ve been writing this blog for nearly six years now, posting a new story once a week. It’s been quite a labour of love, covering all manner of subject matter and I’ve loved every minute of it. However, lately it’s starting to conflict somewhat with my increasing interest in video. There’s a lot I want to investigate when it comes to video and I want to spend more time doing so. but video is a much more intensive task than photography, which has been the mainstay of my blog along with the writing. What’s more, I’m constantly aware that I need to be working on the next blog story and posting the latest one. A couple of times recently I’ve almost forgotten to finish or post my latest story, as I’ve been too intent on my video endeavours. So it’s becoming increasingly evident to me that I want to give myself more time for video learning and production, but also doing a blog story every week is really beginning to strain the brain cells.
One of the most common complaints that a number of ‘artists’ have (or seem to always be carrying on about) is that they don’t get enough recognition nor funding for their craft. It always appears as if their only impediment to renown and financial success is lack of taxpayer money to support their artistic future. Now I’ve been a follower of art for a very long time, becoming interested perhaps by the fact that my mother was into art and was a pretty good painter in her own right. She loved oil painting but unfortunately had to give it up after becoming allergic to whatever was in the oil paints. I never became interested in painting, but certainly liked such artwork and have our walls lined with oil paintings, water colours, photographs etc. We also have a lot of other artwork about such as ceramics and similar. I think a home that has no artwork is a pretty barren place.
Soy Boy: ‘Slang used to describe males who completely and utterly lack all necessary masculine qualities. This pathetic state is usually achieved by an over-indulgence of emasculating products and/or ideologies. The origin of the term derives from the negative effects soy consumption has been proven to have on the male physique and libido. The average soy boy is a feminist, nonathletic, has never been in a fight, will probably marry the first girl that has sex with him, and likely reduces all his arguments to labeling the opposition as “Nazis”.’ – Urban Dictionary. Why am I writing about Soy Boys? Because, annoyingly, they are appearing everywhere and even those individuals that may not be Soy Boys, are mimicking their attributes for some weird reason. Soy Boys can usually be identified on the internet by one common attribute, wide open, gaping mouths accompanied by an incredulous expression.
A number of recent articles in various online media sites really began to annoy me due to the manner in which various subjects were presented. It’s not bad enough that we are fed constant propaganda by the media on all manner of issues, but it’s worse when these issues are distorted so that it leads people to believe that what is being said is the absolute truth of the matter. As always, ‘experts’ are being quoted as having done some form of research and then come to the conclusion that fits the latest impending calamity, the favourite driver of our nanny state adherents. It doesn’t matter what the subject is, as long as it follows the approved thought, it’ll be made to look good; but if it follows non-approved thoughts, it’ll be made to look bad. Sometimes there’s no attempt to even make the so-called research or reporting appear unbiased, assuming a complete reliance on people not being capable of critical analysis.
There’s an old saying that go along the lines of ‘We deserve the politicians that we get’. Basically we vote in the best of a bad bunch, or some vote for those who they think can give them the most free stuff, and then complain when things don’t turn out as they’d hoped (just watch the future of the Warringah electorate when the chicken comes home to roost). The Australian way (and maybe the British as well) often tends to be a matter of voting for the individual who is the most popular, but not necessarily the smartest. Hence why so many ex-sporting stars turn to politics, feeding off past glories (we are after all a nation of sporting fanatics). So it’s rare to actually vote for the party that is likely to be the most responsible when it comes to running the country and who will really look after the most important aspect of our nation, its economy. Today especially, politicians seem to be completely poll driven, reacting just to the popularity stakes, rather than standing on long-term principles that everyone can understand, whether those principles alienate some of the population or not. Continue reading
There’s nary an occasion that exists today where some ‘woke‘ Social Justice Warrior (SJW) doesn’t want to ruin it for the majority in the name of inclusiveness or some other meaningless brain fart. This time a school in Brunswick, Melbourne, decided that Mother’s Day was simply too ‘binary‘ and non-inclusive and so had to change it to ‘appreciation’ day. Or more precisely, a stall that used to be called a Mother’s Day stall was renamed to an ‘appreciation stall’. But the intent is exactly the same, remove all reference to Mother’s Day because it’s considered extremely offensive. Once again something that celebrates a normal relationship has been erased, at least at this woke school, and the entire aspect of motherhood demeaned. And given that no SJW wants to be left out (there’s a pun there), I’m certain that this move will be followed by many more woke schools and whatnot in the name of inclusiveness.
After 45 years of daily drinking (alcohol that is), I’ve suddenly stopped cold. Why? I don’t know, but first some history. When I started university in the early 70s, I was a residential student at Monash University and the orientation day involve the consumption of copious quantities of alcohol, all for free. Naturally I made full use of this and paid the penalty many hours later. It wasn’t the first time that I’d had alcohol, but it certainly was the first time that I’d had it in such a large quantity, at a continuous pace and in such a short period of time. I suspect that those days may well be over at universities, given the nature of today’s environment where all such things tend to be frowned upon and litigation just waiting around the corner. Were such orientation days appropriate? At the time I thought nothing of it and even today don’t have any issues with such activities, though I suspect many would frown upon such thoughts.
As I wrote in ‘The Nanny State‘ there seems to be a never ending push by government/s to control our lives, egged on by government funded entities (food Nazis) trying to make themselves relevant and justify their continued taxpayer funding. It hasn’t been completely government driven, as there are other groups pushing their own wheelbarrows filled with personal agendas, such as PETA, that wants everyone to become neurotic vegans and live in mutual misery. And given how they behave, it certainly appears to be a miserable life. However, a new entrant has entered the scene by way of The Lancet, who has now declared their own set of rules as to how the world (notably the western world) should, or must, live in order to save the planet from every perceived misery, including the mandatory climate-change baggage-carousel. These professional misery merchants seem to be appearing everywhere with the intent to force people into lifestyles these same misery merchants invariably never have to live themselves, given their positions of wealth.
My wife recently came home with a box of children’s books that she picked up from our local op shop; books dating back to the last century and ones that you’d likely never see published again (not in this lifetime anyway). Both of us find something enjoyable about these old books that come from a more innocent era when they were written with no offence intended, no double meanings and written for pure joy and entertainment. It was a time when boys could be boys and girls could be girls, living adventures that they found within these books when televisions were few and far between, mobile phones weren’t even imagined and computer games non-existent. I wrote about this some time ago and this collection of books made me revisit that story with a short update and some new thoughts.