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I have often thought that if, instead of the tone they play before making announcements over a loud speaker the announcer should just pipe up, “Penis vagina, penis vagina. The 5:40pm flight to Melbourne on Virgin Blue…blah blah, Thank you.”. I think it would get people’s attention considerably before laying down the reason why you’ve arrested their minds with your opener.

I reckon it would work a treat.

Penis vagina, penis vagina.

It kind of brings me around to my first point of the day, attention spans. I have been writing this for 4 years now and thankfully with the help of others it has meant that even if I take a short break, sabbatical or be struck down with a severe case of apathy then there are a couple of others who are willing to put down their thoughts so that others may read and nod silently to themselves as they ponder their next move toward unleashing a silent but deadly killer virus which only kills 80% of the population and not a person more so that the world is back to a manageable level again. Not that I’m pointing fingers.

In ironic fashion, I’ve digressed slightly from my original topic of being able to hold someones attention. Clearly I can’t manage to hold my own. But anyway as I said, been running the shop for 4 years, etc, but sometimes it’s hard to be inspired to write something. I do love the sound of my own voice and will gladly speak in front of lots of people but sometimes it’s a definite struggle to come up with things to talk about, I have to look at things in a different way now, to find ways to talk about them in an interesting manner. That is, unless it’s already interesting.

Funnily enough, it’s easy to see how some journalists can descend into sensationalism and embelishment to further their craft. It just makes for better reading.

That being said, we here at the Fatloaf offices promise to embelish, sensationalise, scandalise and create scandal wherever possible regardless of whether it’s true or not. It’s our promise to you.

Election

Since my last post it would seem, in true David Copperifeld fashion, with a puff of smoke and much fanfare, our leadership party of choice has been switched from Liberal to Labor. I have no qualms in telling you that I voted for Liberal, they’re still my party of choice and I look forward to seeing the Labor party collapse under pressure from both the Unions and the Greens on either side of them as well as the massive leadership struggle that will no doubt occur in the future with the aptly nicknamed, Julia “Caesar” Gillard. In fact, if it goes the way I foresee it happening, we will be at the polls again within 18 months.

Of course, as I have said in the forums, it’s a case of I hope they prove me wrong, if they do the country continues to move forward and upward. Always a good thing.

Opinions

I love topics like climate change, elections, gun control, etc, basically anything where there are two distinct sides to an argument which people can side on and create tension, expose flaws and generally discuss. More than a few of these have popped up on the forums and hopefully will continue to do so in the future. The major thing I have noticed in arguments though is that some people guard their opinions with their life, like they are children they need to nurture and grow in only the manner they see fit. Like if they are exposed to any outside influences it might become corrupted, damaged and forever changed by some filthy person who believes something else. God forbid.

I love arguing, it’s fun, some have noticed that in the past. I love arguing with people who love arguing, that’s even better. The best ones though, are the people who argue a topic with a belief that their opinion is a fluid thing, that it should adapt and evolve to everything it is exposed to. Only then will it become stronger, or even perhaps change completely. The concept of winning an argument is only really possible in a debate, where impartial adjudicators decide the result. Howver, the quickest way to lose an argument or have it degrade into personal jibes, is to present your side with the express desire to shout down the other side and convince them that they are wrong. Never a good way to go, emotion has no place in an argument. Ever.

Italy

Rapidly switching topics to something completely different, I’m going to Italy. I’ll be off from the middle of January until about the same time in February. I’m going with my sister and we’re flying into Rome, working our way up the country and spending a week in St. Moritz in Switzerland skiing. I know, it’s a hard life but someone has to do it.

As a result, I’ve kicked up my gym routine and the sport that I play so that I can be as fit as possible for that week of skiing. Not to say that I won’t be sore from it, I just want to reduce that as much as possible.

Fans of the clothing that I wear will be glad to know that I will be spending lots of money on as much designer wear as possible whilst there. Italy apparently has a few places I can go to find that sort of thing from what I hear.

That’s It

Well, it’s almost christmas and the end of the year. Where the fuck did it all go? Seriously, I feel like a drunk waking from a binge session with friends pointing at you commenting that they “didn’t think anyone could do that”, or “you are the man, I can’t believe you pulled that off” and not having any idea what they’re talking about.

Anyway, I’ll do a pre-christmas post to ring in the cheer and all that. But I swear, if anyone talks about fucking christmas carols I will shoot them in the mouth.

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