Corporate Glossary
A long overdue resource for colleagues struggling to make sense of meaningless behaviour!
Chuckle (n and v): 1/ To never smile
2/ To repeatedly forget appointments and commitments, to the point that this becomes a running joke.
Judicious (v): To visciously edit someone's document in an unexpected way.
Troymatise (v): To harangue someone relentlessly as if in a battle.
Comfitted (v): To be fitted up for a task you otherwise wouldn't want to do.
Pierced (n): To complain to your boss about something and you end up being given an extra task to solve it.
Framed (adj): To become a victim of judiciousness through inadvertently seeking it out.
Shiterations (adj): Every time you rewrite something, it gets worse.
This blog is closed and archived
It's time to face facts and put up a final post to officially close this blog.
It seems a long time ago, but it is really only three years since we
launched this blog outta Bingsland. Despite the Sid Snot-like attitude in the first post, the aim was to give us somewhere to continue and extend conversations we had in our car pool, during the long drive out to the Company in the country.
So where has everyone gone?
- Well, Auntay has become a Mum-ay ('on yer!) but will back to the crayons again soon.
- Wordgirl has had a little full-stop (bewty mate!) and intends to mince words in other areas.
- Mapguy is off the map (rumour has it he fights fires now) and has recently built a new abode.
- Bramblerose Sandybanks is still rambling out to the Company (look for her in the stacks) but we have no idea how.
- And I'm working to ease discomfort in the depths of local government knowledge (and maybe causing some too).
So that's it. This blog is now officially closed. We'll leave it here for posterity, and a warning to others, for as long as Blogger exists.
Apparently around 40% of blogs on the web are no longer being updated. Having achieved so much, our blog has now become a statistic and joins the world-wide archive of random remarks.
Our thanks go to the fuel companies, Blogger, the Company, and the music industry. Thanks for the ride.
Maybe we'll see you on different road somewhere...
This blog...is coming like a ghost-town
Meanwhile...
Auntay sells out
Auntay has sold her soul to Richard Hammond. Yes, he of Top Gear fame.
Rumours are that Richard turned up in Lincoln in his new Porsche 911 Carrera and Auntay promptly through away her engagement ring and leapt over the side of the vehicle, into the driver's seat, shoving poor Richard into the passenger seat.
It was the Pope!
I mighta known! We (my wife and I) watched the SouthPark cartoon last night, and, as I expected, rumours of the rampant slaughter of Catholicism and women-kind were highly exaggerated.
Jesus and various other religious figures have appeared on the show before, only to be ridiculed completely. I don't recall such a fuss about those episodes.
As seems common nowdays, a lot of people have been making a fuss about something they have never seen. There's an irony about religious faith in there somewhere.
For a start, alcoholics would have far more reason to be "offended", especially Alcoholics Anonymous. It was a very funny piss-take of the whole "Hi I'm Fred, and I'm an alcoholic", the 12 steps thing, and convincing people they have a "disease" that can be cured.
For the benefit of those who didn't watch it, Stan's Dad is convinced by AA that he is an alcoholic, and hears that a statue of Mary has a stigmata - yep, that's right. The bleeding was a stigmata. And it was, quote, "from her arse" not from the front of the statue, which is where we expected to see it based on all the hype in the media. Stuff coming out of people's bottoms is a standard SouthPark joke, and yes it is juvenile, but if you don't like it, don't tune in.
Stan is not convinced his Dad is an alcoholic and tells him it is just a matter of willpower and all he needs to do is reduce his drinking a little. His Dad is brain-washed by the AA, and believing only a miracle will cure him, visits the statue and is blessed by a priest with the stigmata blood.
He is instantly cured, but it all turns to custard when the Pope arrives to check out the new miracle. He examines the arse blood and promptly declares, "Chicks don't bleed from the arse, it is menstrual blood, and therefore IS NOT A MIRACLE!" The fact it was still coming from the back of a statue escaped him.
So, it was a stigmata until the Pope declared it wasn't. And no-one thought it was menstrual blood, except him.
I mighta known!
Actually, what angers me the most about all this is Catholics making a fuss about something like this, when they should be out there helping the downtrodden and the poor, as Jesus told them to! If South Park was just ignored, as most people do, this would hardly have registered a glimer on the media rainbow. And yes I know one can't ignore everything supposedly bad or evil in the world, but SouthPark has pretty much had a full-on tilt at many things racial, sexual, and cultural in the world since it started, and the world would appear to be unharmed.
Most "church-going" Catholics I've met wouldn't know a poor person if they passed them in the street, but then most middle-class Catholics wouldn't be on that street. In my 41 years, I've only met a few who actually lived the message of Jesus, and show it through their actions, not their words. In fact, from my observations, most Christians do not get the message of Christ at all. If they did, there would be a whole lot less misery in the world.
One person told me recently that the Muslim cartoon thing has just raised the goal posts for every interest group now, and Catholics want their right to be offended too. Just what we need; another group of people out looking for a windmill to tilt at, instead of doing what their founding members would be doing if they were here - working to help the person in trouble next to them and improve the world for everyone.
What this all tells me is that the desire of Catholicism Inc. to control the way we think and express ourselves is really not a thing of the past century, and is only just beneath the rather thin skin of the Church.
I've got a message for all Catholics: stop being offended by stuff and go OUT THERE and HELP PEOPLE. That is the message of Christ.
Cartoonists to be rounded up
Here's a
link to the cartoon that has so upset the Muslim world:
Was not easy finding this; most people seem afraid to show it on their web site. Interesting that the web supposedly helps free speech, yet most people who would want to see this to a) find out if they should be offended, or b) find out what the fuss is about, would not be able to.
Does seem like a stupid thing to have done, but on the other hand, these seem pretty lame. Can't really see what the cartoonist thought they were doing.
'Course just doing a picture of Muhummad is apparently blasphemy, so there you go -- sufficient cause to start a world war most likely.
God I hate religion.
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Two-wheeled maniac
So, this product will save me petrol, but not face.
I've cancelled my Vespa order, btw.
I friend has an electric one of these. Not sure if that makes it better or worse? Just kidding Josh!
A bright end to the year
Is good to see the year end on a bright note: Kerry Packer is dead.
Kerry Packer was not a nice man. One could argue that's the sort of person one needs to be to be so rich and powerful. Maybe so, but notice I didn't say "successful" there? Looking at the history of the man, the many stories around about him and the way he did things, I'm not so sure he was a big success.
One doesn't have to spend much time reading stories about Packer to discover he did everything with fear and threats. It seems even the Australian Government trid to avoid conflict with him, afraid what he might do with all his power if they got on his wrong side.
Is strange, because it would appear that despite his huge control of global media organisations, there is only small evidence of him ever telling people in his media companies what to do or say. This compared to Murdoch, about whom there are countless tales of his manipulation of his own media chiefs, could make one think Packer was squeaky clean.
Far from it. Apparently, face-to-face, he was incredibly scarey and very intimidating. Anyone who showed any sign of resisting him or his plans, was often sucked into a personal meeting with him, where they were told "I'll bury you" if they didn't play ball.
I don't think we need people like this in the world. We had a century full of them in the 1900s and the sooner we leave such people and the way they did things behind us, the better the world will be.
Was Packer a big success? To me, he was just proof that wealth and power can't buy you good health and happiness. He always looked ill, and always looked like what he was: a right Aussie bastard.
Just another rich prick departs. Good ridence.
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Merry Christmas Fuelies
As a Christmas pressie to ourselves, I've added a link on our site to Scott Adam's personal blog. A nice find. Enjoy.
Hope you all have a good Christmas, and a happy New Year.
Next year looks like being rather interesting for us all.
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