The latest posting from AB got me thinking about doing this post. If this posts continues, it will be a various parter, but I promise nothing like the leukaemia post.

So here is the question to start the posts:

What would make you never want to have anything to do with someone ever again? Something that would fill you with hate and rage if you ever saw the person again.

I think it would take me a lot. The person would have to do something really seriously fucked up against me to make me want to hate them. I’m a pretty relaxed girl, “each to their own’, is my motto. After all, when you really think about it, what does anything anyone does in their life really make you hate them more than anything else in the world?

I’m really thinking about this from a family point of view, but you can reply with anything you like. I can understand some fucktard you deal with in a shop pissing you off to the point. But when it comes to family (and close friends), what is it that would tip you over the edge, to never have anything to do with that person again?

They say blood is thicker than water, and that is true. They say you can choose your friends, but not your family, that is also true. But at the end of the day, what could they do to not only make you not want to have anything to do with them, but for you to conspire with others, to really hate that person?

If you want to comment under a different name, so you protect yourself, feel free to do so. If I don’t get comments, I wont continue with this. I’m also not going to suggest anything, as that will be an easy way out, so really think about it peeps.

Newsflash: A small Piglet, known for timid disposition, and often conquering his fears, has been found dead in the Hundred Acre Woods. It is believed he was murdered in an apparent hate crime, as a retaliation for the world wide break out of swine flu.

Police are baffled as to why anyone would commit such a crime, but they have taken into custody a honey loving bear and a pessimistic donkey, who are helping them with their enquiries.

Nine RAW has featured footage from an eye witness, who while remaining nameless can be identified by his a long chin, springy tail, and his bouncy personality. The Orange and Black character said “I was bouncing around in the tattoo parlour with a friend of mine, when I bounced out and saw these two villy-uns yelling at Piglet. The bigger bear villy-un said ‘Oi, you gave my cousin swine flu bro’ and the smaller donkey one said ‘Oh no, this wont go well now.’ before the bigger villy-un pulled out a gun and went “chk chk boom!”, it was all a bit ridicarus.”

Charges are expected to be laid soon.

This morning after obtaining fuel for my vehicle of peregrination, I conversed with the attendant. It went like this:

• Me: Good morning, number 7 thanks.

• Him: Is that the white one?

• Me: No, it’s the one between 6 and 8.

Stupid stupid man.

It’s Thursday again.

Despite Andy B once again failing the world, I will save it with some quality crap:

A young boy lost an eye in an accident, and at the time the best they could do was to place a wooden eye in the socket. He wasn’t happy about it, and was then made fun of throughout school. Nobody could resist making a joke, and because of that he had no friends.

Later in the year the school he was attending decided to hold a dance. The boy didn’t want to go, but his parents forced him to, in an effort to make him be sociable. When he arrived at the dance, he noticed a little girl who had a wooden peg in place of her leg.

After the dance started, the boy was sitting by himself when he noticed the little girl looking over at him and smiling. “Hey, she’s actually looking at me!” So he went over and started talking to her, and they were actually getting along. The boy finally decided to muster up the courage to ask her “Do you want to dance?”

The little girl’s eyes got wide and she was grinning. “Would I!”

Then the boy angrily shouted “PEG LEG!”

Sorry I have been away for a few days, I’ve been busy dealing with stuff.

Doing the rounds of 15 minutes of fame right now is the Ch-Chk Boom Chick, Clare Werbeloff. You can read the story here.

I have to say I’m a fan of Clare. Not in some weird join four hundred facebook groups, and get a t-shirt way, but in the way she has played the media.

The media should be accountable for what they do. They should report facts, and quite often it is Media Watch that finds them out, this time they have been found out by a teenager who wasn’t even alive when Media Watch started.

In the old days (before the internet really took off), stories would be researched, verified, then published. These days, all of the media outlets have to be the first to publish. Regardless of the facts or details, it has become a situation of get the story out there first, then retract if things are wrong later, and we the public are to blame for it. The public lap up information at a fast rate. It really is information overload these days, but we don’t know the overload point. We want to know so we can pass on to others, as though it is some competition to show intelligence, when really isn’t anything but stupidity.

Clare saw an opportunity to show the media for what it is, and she has won. Now people are attacking her for making stupid comments, and hoping she gets shot herself. Maybe these people should be directing their abuse at the media outlets who didn’t bother to actually do their job and check the facts. I say good on you Clare, you have done everyone a favour by showing up the leeches who regularly publish utter tripe for what they are. Well done Clare, thank you for making people take a good hard look at themselves, they need it.

I am a paid up and passionate member of the Cronulla Sharks, but I wont say proud.

In the last few weeks, we have had the Matty Johns Sex Scandal, Reni Maitua has tested positive for drugs, the club is in financial ruin, and in the last couple of days, the club has lost four of its sponsors, including it’s major sponsor LG. To add insult to injury, the club which finished 3rd in 2008, is now stone cold on the bottom of the ladder.

Laugh if you want to, laugh at me for being a member of such a club. But I am at least putting my money where my mouth is. I have an Interstate Membership, which basically gives me a hat, some stickers, a lanyard, a membership card, and a ticket to the game in Melbourne (or any interstate venue) each year. I have followed the club to see them play at home in Sydney, in Melbourne, in Adelaide and in Townsville. Needless to say I think that I have shown them my support.

Which is why I am quite annoyed at the way the club has been handling the current situations. Instead of standing up boldly to the events, they have been fartarsing around like wannabe politicians. They haven’t been protecting the club image, they have been destroying it.

With the Matty Johns scandal, they should have stood up and said that it was harmful to the club, and something they will not accept. Then they should have said they will give the other players involved 48 hours to fess up, before they made the names public. But instead they said they couldn’t do that, because they don’t really know what happened, and they might name the wrong people. That is nothing but protecting an inner sanctum. While it might not be the case, it pushes the image that rape is ok in the football environment.

With the stance they took, it put the club firmly in the spotlight, so instead of them being able to put a positive spin on playing their home games at three venues (Shark Park, Gosford and Adelaide), it was highlighted how bad the finances of the club are. Throw in a drug cheat, and it is no wonder the sponsors are jumping ship. Why would they want to tarnish their image by association?

The administration of the club need to come out to the public, and particularly the members and take a stand. But instead they are just living in denial, backing away from dealing with the problems. It really brings into question the value of my membership, and I am sure there are thousands more like me. This will mean the death of the club. Is that what the administration want?

With my vent over the Sharks done, I wonder if I should say something about the AFL club, that I am a paid up member of as well….

Nah, nothing is happening at Richmond right now.

Seeing as though Andy B is a total shit, who can’t drive, here is a crap joke about him.

Andy B’s car was completely totalled when suddenly a policeman approached him.

“What happened here mate, your car has been destroyed!”

“Well officer,” replied Andy,”it’s like this. I was driving my car when suddenly a huge tree came at me. I swerved right and then another appeared! So I swerved left and lo and behold, another tree appeared!  And I turned right and…” at which point the officer interrupted.

“Andy there’s no trees around here for at least 15 miles!”.

“I’m not stupid.” He replied angrily. “I know what I saw.”  At that point the officer said “Andy, there were no trees, that was your air freshener going back and forth”.

Yeah, that’s what you get for drivng a Mazda 2.

Andrew Blanda’s thoughts, ramblings and musings

Is a new blog, by a new blogger. He’s just starting out, so it’s a bit like watching Steamboat Willy when you are use to seeing Shrek in High Def, but he’s off to a good start.

So please welcome Andrew to the blog world, and give his small offerings a try.

Gabriella Coslovich

I know it has been a while since I have done a fucktard award, but this one is most warranted.

So just who the hell is Gabriella Coslovich you might ask? Well I know stuff all about her, except for her piece of shit opinion piece that was recently written in the AGE(d) “news”paper in Melbourne.

There was very nearly blood on the tracks

• Gabriella Coslovich
• May 16, 2009

THIS week I committed an offence. As befitted my heinous behaviour, I was detained, my name and address was noted, my driver’s licence scrutinised.

I refused to give my private address. Yes, I’ll admit, I had a hissy fit. Body shaking with indignation, face screwed up tight like a shrew, like a virago, I eye-balled and argued with the officer who had dared pull me aside.

He did not lose his composure. He insisted, infuriatingly, on observing the law to the letter, on exercising his state-sanctioned powers. He phoned The Age.

“Does Gabriella Coslovich work there? She has committed a ticketing offence.”

READ ON HERE

This bitch first complains that the train was running on time, and how dare it keep to a timetable, when she has no ability to keep to one herself. For the record, the next train was due to arrive at 0921. So all up, her life was ruined for a total of 11 minutes, if she had bothered to do the right thing. If her life is that important that she can not spare 11 minutes, like say she is actually Jack Bauer, and if she doesn’t find the nuclear bomb with in 24 hours the President will be forced to live on a Lost island, competing in some bizarre Biggest Loser/Dancing With The Stars challenge. So let’s face it, this bitch has no life, no idea of a timetable, or consideration for others who do want to be at their destination on time.

She then craps on about the fact she got fined for BREAKING THE LAW. Yes, that’s right, you idiot. Despite you not agreeing with the law that was enforced, it is still a law and you broke it. You then try to blame the way the system is run for you BREAKING THE LAW. Get to the facts. You made a decision to knowingly break a law, in the hope of not getting caught, and the fact you made it 99.9% of the way, before you got caught, doesn’t mean you get to get away with it. So pay your fine and stop crapping on with whiny bullshit, just in the name of “Opinion”.

Here’s my opinion. Shut The Fuck Up and pay your fine.

Australia lost a true gentleman today.

Charles “Bud” Tingwell, was more than just an actor. He was the Grandfather to the nation. Not only did he entertain many generations, since he first appeared on our screens in the 1946 film Smithy, he served Australia during the Second World War, as a pilot.

I had the pleasure of meeting him on a couple of occasions, and he truly was a kind hearted soul. He really did brighten up a room by his presence. Bud was a hard worker, and he passed away with his family by his side, and a script on his bedside table. He is someone who gave life all that he could.

My happiest story about Bud, is from his time working on the film The Castle. It was Rob Sitch’s first go at directing a major film, and he was at a lost at one point. So that he didn’t show it to the cast he walked up to Bud and said to him, “I’ve got nothing to say, I can’t say anything bad about what you are doing, I’m just at a bit of a loss, so I need to look like I am doing something.”

Bud nodded and said that he understood, and Rob started to walk away. After he got a few steps away, Bud called out “You know, you’re right Rob, that is a much better way to do the scene.”

Only a true professional would have done something like that. That was Charles “Bud” Tingwell.

I don’t think that State Funerals should be handed out to half the people who get them, but Bud deserves one. It should be a national day of mourning, so we can all say good bye to a true legend.

Thank you Charles, thank you very much.