*what is this, Positivity Week?
I know I go on a lot about people who Get Up My Nose, but today I'm going to try something different and give you a list of things I like. I'm not sure what has brought this cheery mood on. Perhaps it is because Zest - the food & fashion pullout in the paper - has declared it is "time to rediscover the melon ball." WOAH IT'S A BALL OF MELON
Babybankers - Babybankers are people - usually male - who look too young for their suit. They make me really cheerful and slightly maternal, although usually I am about as maternal as insert name of animal which eats its young here. I just want to ruffle their hair and go, "Awww! Look at you! You've got your little suit on! You're going to do a wee presentation!" Awww, babybankers!
Good Bus Drivers - Is amazing how much of a difference a nice bus driver can make. I got on the bus the other day, having hailed it in a slightly over-dramatic fashion (a raise of the finger will usually do it, but I stepped out into the road and waved my arm about because I was in One Of Those Moods) and the bus driver said, "Well hailed!" She wasn't being sarcastic, she actually appreciated my bus hailing skillz. It made my day. (Not so good: the bus driver who does my run sometimes, the one with the eyepatch. This concerns me.)
Good Baristas - Because I am a soulless corporate whore I go to Starbucks (please don't all spit on me at once, but I am that person who trips along in their little skirt suit juggling a handbag and a huge beaker (beaker! beaker! beaker! great word) of extravagant coffee). Anyway, when they were doing their whole Christmas thing they brought out a Dark Cherry Mocha which I adored - after Christmas they took the signs down and I was Sad. And then the girl who makes my coffee casually mentioned that they still had heaps of the cherry syrup left over, if I wanted to quietly drink my way through it. What a good egg. Lady who makes the coffee at the Colombo St Starbucks - you rock.
Commenters and followers! I have 60! Holy shit! (Why?) Thanks, you guys. Comments make my day (except when the comment is funnier than the original blog post and I get miffed); but lurkers are also A-OK, as long as they are voting lurkers, hint hint. Every so often it is suggested that I have a de-lurking post but honestly, if you would rather lurk, I don't mind.
Band - I know it's hugely uncool - what with this and the Starbucks thing I am going to lose any vestigial street cred I may have had - but I love my brass band. I spent 10 months not doing brass band, and when I went back to it there was some initial concern that it was a Huge Hideous Mistake. But then we finished the first concert and got our beer and, as I sat outside smoking and drinking and talking shit with a bunch of 40-year-old men, I realised that actually band is my spiritual home.
Beer - I like beer. Also wine and vodka, but not bourbon. Yeuch. You know who loves bourbon? Satan, that's who.
Okay, and one rant: thousands of dollars being spent on scientific studies which discover nothing that common sense couldn't have told you anyway.
Exhibit A: Study showing that women who drink two glasses of wine a day are found to be more sexually active than women who don't.
Exhibit B: Study that found the biggest source of pollution in Christchurch's Avon River was duck poo, closely followed by dog poo. SCIENTIFIC COMMUNITY SHOCKED
Did you ever wonder why there are no dead penguins on the ice in Antarctica? It is a known fact that the penguin is a very ritualistic bird which lives an extremely ordered and complex life. The penguin is very committed to its family and will mate for life, as well as maintaining a form of compassionate contact with its offspring throughout its life. If a penguin is found dead on the ice surface, other members of the family and social circle have been known to dig holes in the ice, using their wings and beaks, until the hole is deep enough for the dead bird to be rolled into and buried. The male penguins then gather in a circle around the fresh grave and sing:
"Freeze a jolly good fellow, freeze a jolly good fellow"
And then they kick him in the ice hole.
RIGHT IN THE ICE HOLE TEE HEE HEE