Thursday, 3 June 2021

Life's Great Wonders

 Tempus fugi - I think I've conjugated that correctly -  since last post. So what's been happening? Well, my local government area held a by-election and guess what? The Nationals retained their seat! Isn't that fantastic? Oh wait, that came out wrong. What I meant to type was: Fucking hell! Why must we have these idiots back in? Oh, and when I went to do a pre-poll vote, who should say hello to me but that shrew with the voice reminiscent of a fork being dragged down a blackboard. Ugh! Yes, we had the leader of that eponymous shit-show known as Pauline Hanson's One Nation in town. Did I say 'hello' back? No, I kept walking before I turned to stone from the force of her gaze, or else got squashed in the event someone finally dropped a house on her. 

But it's been mainly good. I appear to have scored a Distinction on my last assessment. I wrote about Marc Bolan, so it was bound to have been well-received. Also, as I type, I'm listening to rain on my new roof. Yes, you read that right: we have a new roof. FINALLY! It's good to have rain here, but it's a bonus to hear it on a new roof and know I won't be floundering around with buckets to catch the leaks. 

Although I have been working for what feels like a constant era, I have found the time to go out and enjoy myself. Last Saturday, my youngest son and I went to a Queen tribute show. We stayed at a motel to save a drive home that would have seen me navigating through fog and possibly hitting a kangaroo. I have always had a fondness for tribute bands. My husband and mother-in-law are planning to see a Johnny Cash tribute act this coming Saturday evening, and I have booked tickets for an ELO act in August. 

Whilst my husband is enjoying the embodiment of the Man in Black, I am thinking about seeing Cruella at the local cinema. I am rather interested in the character study. Also, it might be a fun way to while away some time. I don't go nuts over 101 Dalmatians by any means, I just thought it might be interesting to see the tale of another character in the movie. It's a common creative writing ploy; taking a well-known story and telling it through the eyes of a character other than the accepted protagonist. Oh - I read the oddest tweet the other day. Some US politician said the movie had spoiled his childhood memories of 101 Dalmatians by having an openly flamboyant gay character. Seriously? Is this the hill he's going to die on? I replied to him along the lines that given the titular character works in fashion and design, it would be unrealistic to not feature someone who is flamboyantly gay (don't @ me for propagating a stereotype); furthermore, isn't a more disturbing character the evil beldame who skins puppies?

The other great thing that has happened in The World According to Bingells is my son, his friend, and I won the trivia last night. This is good, but we won by SEVEN POINTS - count 'em! - SEVEN! Some of our answers were formulated by educated guessing, but there is a thrill to be had from that process when you realise your line of reasoning was true. I drew the voucher for ten dollars, but the pride in our win greatly ameliorates that sting. As an aside, my son has banned me from drawing vouchers because I appear to be cursed in this area. But the best part of all was WE BEAT THE KARENS! They appear to be toning down their Karenness, but nonetheless:  sex is good and all, but beating a table of Karens is the pinnacle of life's great wonders. 

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