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» Redundant technology

I run a computer.
We have brown coal mining. There's fossils in that.
(Sat 6th Nov 2010, 16:38, More)

» Complaining

The wisdom of dirty dentistry...
Back when I was a 19yr old banana, all my wisdom teeth started coming in at once, impacting like crazy.
So, I took me along to the dentist down the road to have them all pulled. Together. At the same time. As I was a poor unemployed punk at the time, I negotiated to pay the anaethsetist up front, and then pay the dentist off.
Upon awakening from the general, the silly man then proceeded to argue the point. Groggily I disagreed, and he finally conceded, advising me, very kindly, to take aspirin* if I had pain.
Thank fuck one of my mates was a gainfully employed pharmacy assistant.. I'd only bled HALF to death by the time she found me passed out on my bed in a widening pool of mine own ichor.
I payed the dentist the money, as I'd arranged, waited 6 months and bricked his shopfront windows (which I could see from my 2nd floor bedroom window).Then waited for him to get them replaced, and sign-written, and then broke the left side only. Waited yet again, and then proceeded with only the right side. He spent a lot of time with wooden panels, thought he was in the clear.... and I did both sides again.
Nowadays I write letters. *shrugs*

(For the viewers at home, aspirin is an anti-coagulant. After having teeth pulled, the hole needs to have a good clot set in to staunch the bleeding and is VITAL for healing. It is NOT recommended for post-dental-work pain. Fucker tried to kill me, I think he got off easy, looking back)
(Fri 3rd Sep 2010, 14:57, More)

» Protest!


My family go to protests and the like, if we're interstate we'll meet up, and sometimes camp together if it's that sort of gig.
When I was 19 I hitched 'back home' (from Sydney) to Melbourne to go to a Uni protest... me and my mates sporting the usual "punk" attire, and got tired of being stalked by a photographer (thought it was the stink press) so, naughty me, chewed my cashews up nice and crunchy, did a dance, and for a finale, sprayed my nuts at the poor chap.

Spring forward a couple of years, and my younger (primary school student) sister brings home this school magazine with an article about denim. OK, a coupla pics of model types wearing jeans... and an entire column of around 5 shots of me - the bald girl leaping about in a pair-of-patches, the last one showing me pouting....
I felt like a cad.
(And, at the time we DID happen to get on the front page of the paper Mum reads, so I got busted for being around and not dropping by)
(Mon 15th Nov 2010, 13:06, More)