Swamp People

I am learning that I will just never be able to make some people understand. They are what they are. If I am the open-minded person I claim to be, I must learn to accept such diversity - diversity that accounts even for those in a devolved state of being. As my mother always said, "it takes all sorts to make the world go 'round."

I'm back at my cliff, still throwing things off

I didn't always love Björk. Less than ten years ago I was still poo-pooing her with great abandon. One morning everything changed. For a reason unbeknownst to me, I awoke with the song Hyperballad weaving through my consciousness with perfect clarity. As though in a zombie-like trance, I stumbled to the family computer and hit up Kazaa (remember Kazaa?) and downloaded the song immediately. From then on, I had nothing but infinite praise for this incredible artist.




This song is such an important piece of music for me. Such a compelling story that resonates deep within. And it's really striking home at the moment. Damn it, I love Björk.

Because one man alone cannot conquer the world

The river's running deep right through my blood

I would like to acknowledge the moment that I believe my love affair with BEATS really took hold. At an impressionable fourteen years old (but with a staunch love of alternative rock and metal, mind you), I purchased the album Surrender shortly after this single started getting very high rotation on JJJ. It was instant love. The Chemical Brothers at the top of their game, arguable kings of modern dance music.



Title lyrics taken from The Chemical Brothers - Out Of Control

Warning: Diatribe alert!

What I wanted to post on Facebook -

"To those whose daily whingepost-style updates are centred around run-of the mill FWP complaints: WAKE UP TO YOURSELVES! Your consistently boring and depressing tales of self-imposed misery are not helping anyone, least of all yourselves. In this land of opportunity, everything in life is a choice - including happiness - so take responsibility and stop attempting to force feed your negativity to those who quickly scroll past your offensively dull posts.


Thanks for reading and have a fabulous Friday! :)"

What I actually posted -

"I love my eyebrow lady! ♥"

Gutless?

Sporting

In the spirit of the upcoming Olympic Games (and of course my appalling love of bad taste humour).

Pollyanna's day off

From one rut to another. Full of personality and spark yet devoid of any tangible skill and lacking actual prospects. On dark days I question; is my feverish craving for adventure actually deep-seated fear of responsibility? I have zero interest in the so-called simple life.