I am a language professional. We tend to believe firmly in descriptivism. Language is fluid and you can do whatever you want with it. There is no right or wrong. Nothing really upsets me except for when people say ‘an historical X’ or ‘an horrific X’ but even then it just makes me scrunch my nose up.

But there is one thing that I cannot accept. One thing that makes stop what I’m doing and just want to scream in disgust ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU CLOWN??’

And it’s when Americans refer to pasta as ‘noodles’

Especially if they call it a ‘lasagne noodle’

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I got my Lizzo drawing printed on a jumper. I’m super happy with it and will be curious to see how the T-shirt and bag versions turn out whenever they arrive!

Image description: black jumper with rainbow illustrations of US Singer Lizzo on it, a flute, and the name Lizzo repeated 6 or 7 times.

My son is playing PS5 and chatting with his mates in the next room.

My daughter is sitting with the cat in her lap, watching the footy and chatting with her friends.

My wife is sleeping on one couch😁

I’m on the other couch watching stuff on the tablet

This still counts as family time, right?

I think I hear my electric blanket calling me.

I gave the bot the day off to recover, so hopefully posting will be ok tonight. But you know kids these days, no work ethic. Not even the courtesy of phoning in sick. Plus I think the cat is encouraging it towards a life of sloth and indolence.

Biggest joy of my TAFE class today was just now when one of my classes mates suddenly breaks out of his Indian accent to say “no worries mate” in a broad Australian accent.

LOVE THIS

Day 14 of exercise program. First did a load of washing and hung it around the flat because I thought we were going to cop a downpour. Then I took the Mini Peelers to Coburg farmers market and we wandered around tasting and buying things. Then we went to Barkly Square and got master Peeler a new Xbox controller and miss mini Peeler a Snorlax plushy (she says Snorlax is her spirit animal but she’s the most energetic of all of us!).

After lunch we came home and I realised the ruse of shitty weather and did another two loads of washing. If it gets wet I don’t care anyway as the essentials are inside. Then I did my exercises, and boy was it a push to get it done. Mr Peeler came in and tried to watch, which I hate. It’s one of the reasons I’ve never done a gym membership or anything like that. I hate being looked at while I’m exercising, and these places with their floor to ceiling windows and mirrors are my version of hell. Nobody needs to see my flabulous efforts!

I came from one of those families, you know; mum’s fat, dad’s fat, the cat’s fat, the dog’s fat, the kid is fat. At several points in my life I’ve gotten “work fit” and gone down to a size 10-12, but somehow I didn’t notice or revel in it because I looked in the mirror and still saw that unsmiling fat kid, looking back at me. I’m determined to enjoy what I can be this time!

I do not like this “everything is collapsed” timeline. I would like to be able to peruse comments without the commitment of a click, please and thank you.

Went and visited a friend I haven’t seen or spoken to since early 2017 this afternoon. It was nice to see her 😊

At 8.5 years of age, my cat has discovered that Boxes Are Fun, after previously raising his eyebrows at any such suggestion. He’s got a lovely long tunnel box that he’s enjoying hiding in.

Ahh cheap beer. Makes shitting through the eye of a needle just that much easier.

What’s on for dinner tonight? I got an attack of the lazies so it’s sweet potato soup and buttered toast.

geebus, I’ve been watching the Site Inspection yt channel, it’s a guy who does inspections of new houses. It is making me rethink the outer suburbs that were built in the 60s and 70s. Those houses might not be modern and in Boronia or Melton but at least they were built properly with the correct materials.

I don’t know enough about it but it seems there is rampant corruption, there is use of unqualified labour being paid under the table, non spec construction materials smuggled into the country .

Anything new made with concrete scares me now, I’ve seen how they use rubbish as filler or foundations. One place even had fake permeable concrete paths.

And it’s not cheap, people are paying $500,000 and more just to be ripped off.

We need government inspectors again.

Did some more voluteer work today. Public transport anxiety relieved. It was fine. Had a job interview straight after and I got it! I was lucky that I got my shit together when I did and started applying for jobs just to get into the habit. It’s average pay and humble work which will pay the bills. The owner is great and at least it’s award wage and she looks after her workers. Potentially will start working locally as well in time so would be able to walk to work. Mostly queer staff, lots of trans people apparently. Not sure how great that will be yet, but at least I won’t face transphobia at work. It’s going to be hard work and it won’t do me any harm to do a job I can at least leave at work even if I spend the time looking at my watch. My only worry is that my back is starting to hurt but I spent a lot of time standing on hard floors this weekend. Being biologically female now means it will take longer to get work fit than in the past, but that’s ok too. Start Wednesday so I have some time to do some stretching and get into my warm up routine. It’s a fucking relief to not have to start spending too much of my savings.

I had a very decent music career for a long time, but I’ve had issues with most of that time. It is run by mysoginistic cunts and when I stepped out of that and moved into nightclubs they were still run by mysgonistic cunts. My last employer was a total wolf in sheeps clothing. At least I have a real connection with my new boss. We worked for the same queer magazine in different cities over 20 years ago. Back when those jobs were very low pay and we did them for the community moreso than having a disposable income. Now I’m in recovery I also want to step away from the alcohol industry. It feels kinda inauthentic to be so adamant about being sober for life and then profiting from alcohol sales. At least at this point and to take sobriety seriously I can’t step foot in a bar for a while.

So this cat alarm and getting early nights have paid off. Thanks kitties. Couldn’t have done this without you. Little miracles. They get extra playtime tomorrow. That’ll do for today. Thx for reading

Heh heh heh, I have beaten the weather gods. Into a cocked hat. Just started raining here, but I FINISHED MOWING THE GRASS 10 MINUTES AGO! Pats self on back. Then reaches for the joint pain medication …
In other news, walking to shopping was a good choice. Don’t need to go again until at least Thursday.
So from here on in I am into industrial strength laziness today. And maybe some glasses of wine.