Thursday, December 31, 2009

Hogmanay

And on this, the last day of the year, Prudence is stuck at home feeling exceedingly sorry for herself. Thank Heaven for civilised industrial relations laws.

She hopes for a recovery in time for celebrations tonight. Or at least more effective painkillers, depending, of course, on whether she can drag herself to the apothecary.

However, distraction and a cup of tea must suffice, for now.

Much of the merde of the year has been chronicalled here - the death of both beloved pets, the cat in January, and the dog in October, various career woes best left without detail, an atrocious haircut.

Along with a litany of grumbles and complaints mostly to do with manners and grammar.

But there have been some good things - lovely colleagues, dear friends, some truly excellent dinner parties, a weekend at Margaret River during winter when it was all but deserted, turning 40 in spectacular style, vegetable bounties from the garden.

And soon - very soon - Prudence can celebrate her first blog-iversary. Which is terribly exciting. Blandwagon has a list of appropriate gifts, if you're so inclined...

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

On perspective

If ever one needed reminding of the trivial (relatively speaking) nature of one's problems, Prudence has been reminded.

One colleague is suffering a brutally broken heart and another has just lost everything in the Toodyay fires.

Prudence's career and other merde pales into insignificance.

Friday, December 25, 2009

On imagination

To her chagrin, Prudence admits her complicity in all that is wrong about modern Christmas.

Specifically, purchasing Lego.

When Prudence was a tot, Lego was a series of blocks. No people, no trees, no windscreens that only fit boats and no swords. One could make anything one could dream up, there were no limits.

Now, it comes in themed boxes and there is only one possible permutation - the one that matches the photo on the cover.

And Heaven help the grumpy stepmother, who, after painfully stepping on a pile of components left in a doorway, puts the whole lot back in the box in no order!

Monday, December 21, 2009

Crimes against humanity

Prudence was chilled to see a sign to the Dreamlife Church, and her fears were justified upon investigation.

While there is no evidence of the sins one associates with religions (silly names or not) - removal of free choice, ridiculous hats, inquisitions, this one is guilty of sins against language.

To quote: We believe that God is the Creator and Ruler of the universe. He has revealed Himself as one God existing in three persons: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. These three are co-equal...

It goes on, but co-equal?

Was equal not good enough?

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Cashmas

Prudence has just endured that most Perth of traditions - a trip to the shopping centre during one of the very rare Sundays on which they're allowed to trade.

Despite refusing to allow Sunday trading with a series of roundly defeated referenda, the people of Perth quite clearly enjoy their shopping on the Sabbath.

However, that's a digression.

Prudence has been thinking lately about the commercialisation of a time of the year that is a lot older than Christianity, and the waste that inevitably ensues.

While many families quite sensibly decided that adults really don't need presents, or are confining themselves to home-made, there is still a steadfast refusal to extend this to children.

And this is where Prudence has an issue.

The whole commercialisation of Christmas is thus cemented during childhood, and if we don't teach children restraint and sustainability, how will it ever become normal?

And Prudence is embarrassed and annoyed at herself that she is just as guilty.

Hope the nieces and stepchildren appreciate their presents.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Not subtle

What else is one to think, Prudence fumes, when one has been doing a job for several weeks, has applied for said job, only to be told that none of the applicants met the criteria, so no appointment would be made.

But!

Would Prudence mind continuing to do the job, for which it is deemed she is inadequate, for a bit longer?

Snarl.

Tis the season

It was a medium-sized night (Prudence made it to bed before midnight) at the union delegates' Christmas drinks.

Prudence's memory gets a little hazy about the last few hours, although a helium-fueled recitation of The Man From Snowy River was a highlight along with a similarly squeaky Winston Churchill/Nancy Astor exchange. The one about poison and coffee.

And now, Prudence is feeling a little fragile, and thinking a cup of tea might be in order.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

On marketing opportunities lost

Not one of the gentlemen of Prudence's acquaintance say they shave for themselves, and the majority shave for the women in their lives.

So, if Tiger Woods was using the Gillette products he endorsed, and keeping a (growing) number of ladies happy, wouldn't that constitute a resounding endorsement of the efficacy of Gillette's offerings?

Stupid, ultra-conservative, fundamentalist-religious, far-distant-right (etc, etc) drongos at Gillette.

Not that Prudence is necessarily approving of Woods' behaviour, but one has to admire his stamina.

It's, like, a nuance.

Isn't there a great gulf of meaning between

unspeakable

and

unmentionable?

Especially when the root words are really quite similar.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Life, in imitation

Prudence isn't sure how this happened, but with the last haircut, she looks in the mirror and sees Louise Brooks.

You did realise that was Louise Brooks, didn't you?!

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Do try to pay attention.

There has been much consternation of late, about use of certain sporting fields, and which code should have preference.

While Prudence really doesn't care who gets to practise barely organised thuggery, she does wish the reporters would use the proper plural.

It's STADIA. Not stadiums.

To be used in a sentence

Cognitive walkthrough.
Coherent conceptual template.

Prudence detests this kind of meeting.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Pay attention, please!

Prudence is annoyed. Very, very annoyed.

She has ordered some stuff from an internet site, which formerly boasted good customer service.

This time she received an email from the proprietor admitting he'd failed to notice Prudence's new address (!) and had posted her order to that address, and hoped this wasn't an inconvenience.

In what possible way could having a parcel sent to the wrong address NOT be an inconvenience?!