Given I'm a rate payer, I've decided to use some imagined self-entitlement of mine and am using the local library's Internet to write on my blog, rather than my own. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'd rather be using my own computer, but my husband did some checking today, and guess what? It seems we've used about fifty per cent of our monthly allowance, and we're not even half way into the 'month', which for us starts on the 4th of each month. What's happened? What is draining our allowance like a vampire supping at the throat of a young virgin (or a not-virgin) and draining it away like the vampire draining away the lifeblood of its victim? I suspect, nay, KNOW it is the fruits of my womb, two boys aged 13 and 10. The little one appears to have been living on You Tube these school holidays. I am going to point out to him I didn't have the Internet when I was a kid. I either drew pictures, read books, or went outside and played in the dirt. It's been unseemingly hot, so I might refrain from sending my sprog out to play in the dirt.
I mentioned this to the librarian here, who has similarly aged children, and she said they have sapped away half her allowance this month already, also. 'Can I get a high-five on that, girlfriend?' I asked, and we slapped palms together.
Anyway, it really pisses me off that my allowance has been depleted.
It also pisses me off that people are criticising that Lindt Cafe hostage for asking for a sum to tell her story. Apparently she wants to set up a foundation with some funds. You know what? I begrudge her absolutely nothing she receives. If the media outlets are stupid enough to offer money, then she'd be a total dingbat to not take it. I was on a FB thread and some people were demanding to know how much would to to charity etc, and I said how any payment was disbursed was nobody's business but the woman's. The way she was dressed in the photograph was called into question. As someone old enough to well remember the Lindy Chamberlain trial, this really grinds my gears. How is someone 'meant' to dress? She can dress anyway she sees fit, and I said she might have chosen this attire because she wanted to empower herself, and wanted to reclaim her life. The dress was a low cut slinky red one, by the way.
I bought an Itunes card yesterday, and wanted to put some more music on my iPod, but have been advised by my better half to wait until the Internet allowance resets. Grrrrr! But, it's made me sweetly nostalgic for the days of my youth, when if you wanted to download music, you had to sit beside the radio, or in front of 'Countdown', with your fingers hovered over the 'Play' and 'Record' buttons of the old Sanyo tape recorder. If you wanted to purchase music, you had to visit the record store. The town in which I grew up had no such business (well, it did occasionally, but only sporadically) and I would often have to wait for when my mother was visiting the larger town on a shopping spree, and give her instructions and a wad of my pocket money. I would catch the bus home, walk through the paddock gleefully anticipating playing my latest K-Tel conglomeration (after my coffee and chocolate biscuits), and discover - wait for it - my mother had brought the wrong album home. So, this is like waiting for my mum's major shopping trip, which occurred every few weeks. I'm sure this waiting will make the listening all the more sweet.
My final assignment on disabled care has been completed and submitted, so now it's back to the writing. I am on holidays, but I have become so Internet dependent, it's hard to imagine only having finite time this month in which to go online and promote 'Silver Studs and Sabre Teeth'.
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