Gah!
All love to the avid followers (yes, I'm talking to the boy in the basement who has already scrolled through the sixty five billion other pages out there), but I thought I'd try to distract you with some lovely linking! Check out xoDesideria and let me know what ya'll think!!!
xoxo
Peach
Sunday, 6 December 2009
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
The P-word
P.O.R.N.
That's the one. And in a more complete context 'what to do when you walk in on your coleagues watching porn when you're getting lunch?' Well, number one is of course to mock them shamelessly. Number two, play on their slightly guilty feelings. And number three, when they start noticing you're a girl talking to them in the same room as the porn tv, and start kinda staring at you, back away slowly, maintain eye contact, continue mocking IN HEAD.
...
Oh, the love of work. So far today I have also learnt I am about ten years behind in studies, regardless of the the University diploma on the wall says... or, ehm, I put it up there at one point and now it's hidden somewhere behind the postcard-collection.
Anyways, reading 'the Producer's Blueprint', wondering what on earth to do with the script and the red marker pen, and feeling slightly guilty over the fact that I may have just cost a 'friend' a few grand... Uhm. Loyalty issues anyone? What to do when the occassionally creepy guy you sorta hang out with on occassion cause you're sorta friends coudn't care less about the freelance job you got your boss to give him and said boss then asks 'what do you think of this mess?'
Normally I'd say 'shove it'. But instead, today, I said 'well, it's hard to say as I have a personal relationship outside of work with this guy. But no, I wouldn't hire him to my own company if I ever had one.'
I feel a massive Karma backlash coming on from that one.
xo Peaches
That's the one. And in a more complete context 'what to do when you walk in on your coleagues watching porn when you're getting lunch?' Well, number one is of course to mock them shamelessly. Number two, play on their slightly guilty feelings. And number three, when they start noticing you're a girl talking to them in the same room as the porn tv, and start kinda staring at you, back away slowly, maintain eye contact, continue mocking IN HEAD.
...
Oh, the love of work. So far today I have also learnt I am about ten years behind in studies, regardless of the the University diploma on the wall says... or, ehm, I put it up there at one point and now it's hidden somewhere behind the postcard-collection.
Anyways, reading 'the Producer's Blueprint', wondering what on earth to do with the script and the red marker pen, and feeling slightly guilty over the fact that I may have just cost a 'friend' a few grand... Uhm. Loyalty issues anyone? What to do when the occassionally creepy guy you sorta hang out with on occassion cause you're sorta friends coudn't care less about the freelance job you got your boss to give him and said boss then asks 'what do you think of this mess?'
Normally I'd say 'shove it'. But instead, today, I said 'well, it's hard to say as I have a personal relationship outside of work with this guy. But no, I wouldn't hire him to my own company if I ever had one.'
I feel a massive Karma backlash coming on from that one.
xo Peaches
Friday, 20 November 2009
Dominatrix & the red fluffy handcuffs
Peaches here...
I feel like I should, at some point, re-evaluate some part of my life since these stories seem to pop up too frequently and too randomly. And by 'these stories' I mean all the insane things that come out of people's mouths (including my own).
So today's conversation pick -
Him "You know, I could picture you as a dominatrix."
Me "Please don't picture me. At all."
Him "Yep, can't you (waves at colleague)"
That guy "Yup!"
Him "See? (proud)"
Peaches "...Yes, well now that you've found my secret part time job... Whatever gave it away, the pictures, the handcuffs, the intense sarcasm?"
Him "Well, handcuffs mostly."
Peaches... "... (dammit) Right, you.. uhm... actually knew about those. Aaaanyways, lovely salad today!"
(*Him just so happens to be one of the people I work for on a very random lunch-break conversation.)
Is it just me this happens to continuously?
Anyways, off to enjoy cereal (the non-soggy kind) and some bad TV. Today also involved getting flu-jabs (me and then five 60+ers), throwing things at (!) the postman, and sugar-spiking tea. Oh, and chocolate chip cookies for lunch.
xoxo
Peaches
I feel like I should, at some point, re-evaluate some part of my life since these stories seem to pop up too frequently and too randomly. And by 'these stories' I mean all the insane things that come out of people's mouths (including my own).
So today's conversation pick -
Him "You know, I could picture you as a dominatrix."
Me "Please don't picture me. At all."
Him "Yep, can't you (waves at colleague)"
That guy "Yup!"
Him "See? (proud)"
Peaches "...Yes, well now that you've found my secret part time job... Whatever gave it away, the pictures, the handcuffs, the intense sarcasm?"
Him "Well, handcuffs mostly."
Peaches... "... (dammit) Right, you.. uhm... actually knew about those. Aaaanyways, lovely salad today!"
(*Him just so happens to be one of the people I work for on a very random lunch-break conversation.)
Is it just me this happens to continuously?
Anyways, off to enjoy cereal (the non-soggy kind) and some bad TV. Today also involved getting flu-jabs (me and then five 60+ers), throwing things at (!) the postman, and sugar-spiking tea. Oh, and chocolate chip cookies for lunch.
xoxo
Peaches
Thursday, 19 November 2009
the simple things in life - beer+evening+post-work=?
There are so many bad things that can come from beer. So many good ones too, but probably a fair few more bad ones.
Anyways. Peaches here, who decided to ignore the extreeme zombie-like tiredness and head out for post-work drinks with non-colleagues (it's called being a friend! Or networking! Or maybe a bit of both...).
So we decided to hit up a Pub instead of an insanely expensive resturant as we are both skint due to crappy economy, bosses, and problems with Borders (the proximity to so many books at the moment).
One beer, then another, and some fries. Not to bad, right? Watching darkness hit, moan and bitch about work, money, love, and laughing about the sinking ship outside (parked in the harbour, a tourism boat very tentatively named 'Unbreakable').
So the bill gets paid, we decide to head home in reasonable time, and up I go.
Never sit that close to a dark wall and stand up too fast, in front of the whole room and waitressing staff (picking up your fries plate as you go) without looking first. There could be a very badly positioned shelf there. You could knock it down with your head, make the candle fall off, land in the half empty coffee cup, which spills onto your friend, who tries to back away to avoid it, and stumbles against the waitress and by mistake grabs her boobs, and she shrieks, and all of a sudden the manager is waving a spoon at us and yelling in Scottish.
Either way, it was a rather nice evening, quite enjoyable in fact! Now my headache is more even too!! :)
xoxo
Peaches
Anyways. Peaches here, who decided to ignore the extreeme zombie-like tiredness and head out for post-work drinks with non-colleagues (it's called being a friend! Or networking! Or maybe a bit of both...).
So we decided to hit up a Pub instead of an insanely expensive resturant as we are both skint due to crappy economy, bosses, and problems with Borders (the proximity to so many books at the moment).
One beer, then another, and some fries. Not to bad, right? Watching darkness hit, moan and bitch about work, money, love, and laughing about the sinking ship outside (parked in the harbour, a tourism boat very tentatively named 'Unbreakable').
So the bill gets paid, we decide to head home in reasonable time, and up I go.
Never sit that close to a dark wall and stand up too fast, in front of the whole room and waitressing staff (picking up your fries plate as you go) without looking first. There could be a very badly positioned shelf there. You could knock it down with your head, make the candle fall off, land in the half empty coffee cup, which spills onto your friend, who tries to back away to avoid it, and stumbles against the waitress and by mistake grabs her boobs, and she shrieks, and all of a sudden the manager is waving a spoon at us and yelling in Scottish.
Either way, it was a rather nice evening, quite enjoyable in fact! Now my headache is more even too!! :)
xoxo
Peaches
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Soggy Cereal to be banned!
Scratch the previous list!
On top shall be banning all soggy cereal! I mean, come on now, surely a cuppa tea and the fact that you momentarily forgot where you were does not mean the damn cereal bowl is allowed to sog!
So back to the original plan, when domination is achieved non-soggy cereal shall be invented, and all sogging cereal shall be put on the shelf next to the VEGETABLES! That's right, those strange multi-colored things your mother said were good for you (she of course lied, as you shall to your children while stashing secret jelly beans or chocolate swirls in the top kitchen drawer)!
Who's with me? (see post below Camilla!)
xoxo
Peach
On top shall be banning all soggy cereal! I mean, come on now, surely a cuppa tea and the fact that you momentarily forgot where you were does not mean the damn cereal bowl is allowed to sog!
So back to the original plan, when domination is achieved non-soggy cereal shall be invented, and all sogging cereal shall be put on the shelf next to the VEGETABLES! That's right, those strange multi-colored things your mother said were good for you (she of course lied, as you shall to your children while stashing secret jelly beans or chocolate swirls in the top kitchen drawer)!
Who's with me? (see post below Camilla!)
xoxo
Peach
New directions
Hello all (yes, I am referring to the two of you who accidentally, or potentially under threat of violence, wound up staring at these words)
So as 'There's something wrong' has been up and away for sometime now without much effort in it (really) I thought we ought to try a bit of a different direction. Something slightly more honest perhaps...
So without further ado, I have decided to share with you some of my plans of world dominance (Ben&Jerry will be 'Sir'ed, cookie dough shall rule, and Led Zeppelin will decide to suddenly sell certain songs to my little self for use on TV very cheaply... Oh, and Draco will of course have hesitated with that wand waving business due to his intense feelings of grief for Aragog the spider (they were very close, regardless of what JK divulges).
Aside from that, I feel that as we are attempting to be honest and sharing, because this whole blog business is about sharing and caring, correct? Well, anyhow, I think we should just be quite upfront. Both myself and Camilla.... well, this is actually rather hard to say... Well, you see, we are not what you would perhaps refer to as 'sane'.
Or 'normal'. Or 'politically or socially correct'.
In fact we both tend to speak with characters in our heads (or is that just me? I'm sure she said somethin about it!), yell at people who dare approach our bucket of ice cream, and we both enjoy running... after other crazy people, while cursing and, in Camilla's case, sending killer-dogs to... well, you know. Maul you by LICKIN YOUR FACE OFF!
See? It's a totally brilliant plan! Now, as for the goal of this week! To find out why exactly kids have super energy, and how to harvest it and sell on the black market to fund our Ice cream world domination fund. And purchase Samos.
Not the island... And it's not for me ;).
xoxo
peach
So as 'There's something wrong' has been up and away for sometime now without much effort in it (really) I thought we ought to try a bit of a different direction. Something slightly more honest perhaps...
So without further ado, I have decided to share with you some of my plans of world dominance (Ben&Jerry will be 'Sir'ed, cookie dough shall rule, and Led Zeppelin will decide to suddenly sell certain songs to my little self for use on TV very cheaply... Oh, and Draco will of course have hesitated with that wand waving business due to his intense feelings of grief for Aragog the spider (they were very close, regardless of what JK divulges).
Aside from that, I feel that as we are attempting to be honest and sharing, because this whole blog business is about sharing and caring, correct? Well, anyhow, I think we should just be quite upfront. Both myself and Camilla.... well, this is actually rather hard to say... Well, you see, we are not what you would perhaps refer to as 'sane'.
Or 'normal'. Or 'politically or socially correct'.
In fact we both tend to speak with characters in our heads (or is that just me? I'm sure she said somethin about it!), yell at people who dare approach our bucket of ice cream, and we both enjoy running... after other crazy people, while cursing and, in Camilla's case, sending killer-dogs to... well, you know. Maul you by LICKIN YOUR FACE OFF!
See? It's a totally brilliant plan! Now, as for the goal of this week! To find out why exactly kids have super energy, and how to harvest it and sell on the black market to fund our Ice cream world domination fund. And purchase Samos.
Not the island... And it's not for me ;).
xoxo
peach
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Civil rights & Milky ways
Just had to put this out there (and yes, I watched the movie, but that's hardly the point... Although the movie is damn good, and personally I think James Franco was highly under-rated in it as well, Oscars be damned).
Anyways... Harvey Milk was the first openly gay man (=person) elected into public office in the statoes as far as I've understood, and I believe it was the late seventies (78?) after many years of trying and cutting it close that he finally got in. Naturally the city stage was San Francisco (a now famous camera shop in Castro being the home and starting point of the political Milk-wave). Either way, Mr Milk was for more than just gay rights. He was for civil and human rights, for the equality of man (regardless of sex, sexual preference, age, color, height, weight, smarts, wteverthefudge).
And I'd like to share a sorta transcript of a speech he performed (which is partially also in the movie) in opposition against Proposition 6 (they wanted to fire all gay teachers in Cali).
‘My name is Harvey Milk – and I want to recruit you. I want to recruit you for the fight to preserve democracy from the John Briggs and Anita Bryants who are trying to constitutionalize bigotry.
We are not going to allow that to happen. We are not going to sit back in silence as 300,000 of our gay sisters and brothers did in Nazi Germany. We are not going to allow our rights to be taken away and then march with bowed heads into the gas chambers.
On this anniversary of Stonewall, I ask my gay sisters and brothers to make the commitment to fight. For themselves, for their freedom, for their country. Gay people, we will not win our rights by staying quietly in our closets. We are coming out. We are coming out to fight the lies, the myths, the distortions. We are coming out to tell the truths about gays, for I am tired of the conspiracy of silence, so I’m going to talk about it. Come out to your parents, your relatives. I know that it is hard and that it will hurt them, but think of how they will hurt you in the voting booths.
Jim Carter, you talk about human rights. You want to be the world’s leader for human rights. There are fifteen to twenty million gay people in this nation. When are you going to talk about their rights?
If you do not speak out, if you remain silent, then I call upon lesbians and gay men from all over the nation, your nation, to gather in Washington one year from now, on that very same spot where over a decade ago, Dr. Martin Luther King spoke to a nation of his dreams, dreams that are fast fading, dreams that to many in this nation have become nightmare rather than dreams. I call upon all minorities and especially the millions of lesbians and gay men to wake up from their dreams, to gather in Washington and tell Jimmy Carter and their nation: Wake up. Wake up, America, No more racism. No more sexism. No more ageism. No more hatred. No more. And to the bigots, to the John Briggs, to the Anita Bryants, and all their like: Let me remind you what America is.
Listen carefully:
On the statue of Liberty, it says, ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free…’
In the Declaration of Independence, it is written: ‘All men are created equal and they endowed with certain inalienable rights…’
And in our national anthem, it says: ‘Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet o’er the land of the free.’
For Mr. Briggs and Ms. Bryant, and all the bigots out there: That’s what America is. No matter how hard you try, you cannot erase those words from the Declaration of Independence. No matter how hard you try you cannot chip those words off the base of the Statue of Liberty. And no matter how hard you try, you cannot sing the “Star Spangled Banner” without those words.
That’s what America is.
Love it or leave it.’
Do with that what you like, but I thought it was quite a neat (and very relevant) little compilation of words...
xo xo
Peaches
PS. Gay rights are still not recognized everywhere, even in democratic countries. Women are still being stoned for not having 5 witnesses when they're raped. Heck, women are still bein stoned for refusing to have sex with their husbands. Little boys are being mutilated and brainwashed to carry guns and kill in the name of nothingness and holy wars, simply for not being able to run fast enough to get away. For having the worng tribal belonging, the wrong religion. People still crash plans into buildings in the name of a God in a book that states some humans are worth less than others... Just saying... DS bitches...
Anyways... Harvey Milk was the first openly gay man (=person) elected into public office in the statoes as far as I've understood, and I believe it was the late seventies (78?) after many years of trying and cutting it close that he finally got in. Naturally the city stage was San Francisco (a now famous camera shop in Castro being the home and starting point of the political Milk-wave). Either way, Mr Milk was for more than just gay rights. He was for civil and human rights, for the equality of man (regardless of sex, sexual preference, age, color, height, weight, smarts, wteverthefudge).
And I'd like to share a sorta transcript of a speech he performed (which is partially also in the movie) in opposition against Proposition 6 (they wanted to fire all gay teachers in Cali).
‘My name is Harvey Milk – and I want to recruit you. I want to recruit you for the fight to preserve democracy from the John Briggs and Anita Bryants who are trying to constitutionalize bigotry.
We are not going to allow that to happen. We are not going to sit back in silence as 300,000 of our gay sisters and brothers did in Nazi Germany. We are not going to allow our rights to be taken away and then march with bowed heads into the gas chambers.
On this anniversary of Stonewall, I ask my gay sisters and brothers to make the commitment to fight. For themselves, for their freedom, for their country. Gay people, we will not win our rights by staying quietly in our closets. We are coming out. We are coming out to fight the lies, the myths, the distortions. We are coming out to tell the truths about gays, for I am tired of the conspiracy of silence, so I’m going to talk about it. Come out to your parents, your relatives. I know that it is hard and that it will hurt them, but think of how they will hurt you in the voting booths.
Jim Carter, you talk about human rights. You want to be the world’s leader for human rights. There are fifteen to twenty million gay people in this nation. When are you going to talk about their rights?
If you do not speak out, if you remain silent, then I call upon lesbians and gay men from all over the nation, your nation, to gather in Washington one year from now, on that very same spot where over a decade ago, Dr. Martin Luther King spoke to a nation of his dreams, dreams that are fast fading, dreams that to many in this nation have become nightmare rather than dreams. I call upon all minorities and especially the millions of lesbians and gay men to wake up from their dreams, to gather in Washington and tell Jimmy Carter and their nation: Wake up. Wake up, America, No more racism. No more sexism. No more ageism. No more hatred. No more. And to the bigots, to the John Briggs, to the Anita Bryants, and all their like: Let me remind you what America is.
Listen carefully:
On the statue of Liberty, it says, ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free…’
In the Declaration of Independence, it is written: ‘All men are created equal and they endowed with certain inalienable rights…’
And in our national anthem, it says: ‘Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet o’er the land of the free.’
For Mr. Briggs and Ms. Bryant, and all the bigots out there: That’s what America is. No matter how hard you try, you cannot erase those words from the Declaration of Independence. No matter how hard you try you cannot chip those words off the base of the Statue of Liberty. And no matter how hard you try, you cannot sing the “Star Spangled Banner” without those words.
That’s what America is.
Love it or leave it.’
Do with that what you like, but I thought it was quite a neat (and very relevant) little compilation of words...
xo xo
Peaches
PS. Gay rights are still not recognized everywhere, even in democratic countries. Women are still being stoned for not having 5 witnesses when they're raped. Heck, women are still bein stoned for refusing to have sex with their husbands. Little boys are being mutilated and brainwashed to carry guns and kill in the name of nothingness and holy wars, simply for not being able to run fast enough to get away. For having the worng tribal belonging, the wrong religion. People still crash plans into buildings in the name of a God in a book that states some humans are worth less than others... Just saying... DS bitches...
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