Follow through

There are so many things that I start each day wanting to do and then not following through on. For example:

- calling the physio to make an appointment to get my pelvic floor sorted out

- more recently, calling the physio to make an appointment to get my tight glutes sorted out

- reflecting on the possible relationship between an undisciplined pelvic floor and tight glutes

- organising fun things to do with my friends

- brainstorming some great content for MSC

- going to the bank to do boring non-urgent bank stuff

- booking tickets to see The Book of Mormon (mate, I'm seriously going to do this tomorrow) 

Etc. etc. etc. 

It's just that there's no time at all before the day takes over.

Appleheart is the opposite. If he woke up at 7am one Monday determined to get his pelvic floor sorted out, he'd have had his first appointment by the end of the day and be crushing walnuts with his pelvic food muscles by the same time next week. His follow through is outstanding.

I guess some part of me doesn't feel that this stuff is important, otherwise I'd do it, right? I follow through on the important stuff. And I'll follow through on the list above. Eventually. 

Say, should I set myself a little challenge? How about I come back on Wednesday with a concrete date for seeing The Book of Mormon! 

Yeah! 

Post-election reflections (PM)

I voted late on Saturday. I was at a polling booth for half the day How to Vote cards so I waited until 5PM when the queue was super short and I had to be standing around anyway so then I just did my standing around in the queue instead.

The polling booth where I was stationed didn't even have a sausage sizzle. But I', vegetarian so I mainly feel bitter when I see them anyway. Could have done with an cup of tea though. Why isn't there a tea lady selling tea to the people standing in queues. Those bitches are long. The queues that is.

It was pretty interesting handing out How to Vote cards. There were a lot of very young Labor volunteers there handing out their HTV cards which seemed so surprising to me. I was just really shocked by the fact that Labor could inspire that kind of feeling in people. And young people at that. And inspired those kids to make snide remarks about the Greens of all people. I mean I had perfectly nice conversations with those people but the young ones would then make comments to each other about this or that aspect of the Greens. I couldn't figure out if they were dicks or just young but I think it was mostly to do with the latter.

Anyway, what an election result. Or not. I mean, this is a total blue balls result, you can't really feel one way or the other. Even though the coalition will probably win the waiting and fizzing is really a let down.

In other news, Ottolenghi's Instagram feed makes me want a personal feed straight into my mouth. What?

I wish K and I were going to see Blur this July.

Sometimes I wish (PM)

It's true that I've sometimes wished we showed the faces of ourselves and our loved ones on this blog, because sometimes I have great pictures of myself or loved ones. But this weekend I was feeling kind of reflective, I guess it was the rain. And probably some other stuff. I reflected quite a lot on the Blur and Damon Albarn and mostly looked at these pictures that 'my sister-in-law' took at the Blur show. As we have to protect the identity of those we hold dearest to our hearts it's lucky Damon's face is hidden in these pictures.

Needless to say I wish a couple of things too.

Who am I? (AM)

It was Yom Kippur on Saturday, the day of atonement. It's also a time for self reflection. Russeth fasted and, presuming he had the presence of mind through the hunger, I assume he atoned and reflected. Around sunset that night though I received this message from him "So I've just left the house to get my post Yom meal and nearly said hello to a woman I thought was Mondonna". Readers, Mondonna lives in America, so the chances of her walking past Russeth were slim. Whether Russeth was in any position to make a sound assessment of the year just gone remains to be seen. I did not observe Yom Kippur but that doesn't mean I haven't been atoning and reflecting. Just the other night I did an Oprah quiz. Yes, now that Oprah is no longer a tv show she is a website. And a television station by all accounts. 

To be honest I don't know if I intended to google "what should I do with my life?" or if predictive googling distracted me, either way in order to discover who I am meant to be, I found myself ranking, according to frequency, statements  like "others think of me as nurturing". I don't know Oprah, go ask the others! Or "I lose sight of my own needs". Yes Oprah, sometimes I do. Why the fuck else would I be doing this quiz, I certainly don't need to be, a fact I've clearly lost sight of. 

It became clear to me when I'd finished the quiz that it was the kind of thing where any result would give me some reassuring, positive and inaccurate assessment of myself and after looking around for some more enjoyable quiz (I love quizzes, I find them very relaxing. I enjoy surveys in the same way and will always do one when telesurveyors ring with them) but it turns out that Oprah the website is at least as annoying as Oprah the tv show was and after laughing at the discovery of an article called "how to wear jeans to work" I looked under my chair to see if there was a gift bag only to find nothing and shut down the Oprah window.  

So Oprah helped me achieve nothing and a 24-hour fast would probably make me as delusional as it did Russeth. I've got a year to figure out how to best self reflect and how I can apologise to myself for spending on Oprah.com. 

Reflections on hunks (PM)

Consider this

Wow, it feels so right to be thinking and talking about hunks again.

Obviously Hemsworth is the stand out hunk of 2013, if for no other reason than this was the year that he emerged from the "is this a hunk?" chrysalis to become the beautiful hunky butterfly the collective crab-consciousness now knows him to be.   

I think the A- assessment is probably fair, but I also think perhaps he will grow and consolidate his  hunkiness and maybe even one day become a hall-of-famer. The man has a certain something that separates him from the others. It could be the simple fact that he is the only hunk around, but I think it's more thank that. I talked to my Mum on the phone just after she had seen Rush, and she did not ask me a single question about my life, she just wanted to talk about Hemsworth. So who knows where this could go.

The other thing I realised in 2013 is that James McAvoy is continuing his slow hunky burn, and maybe has made an even bigger impression on me than I first realised.
Consider this:
 
The other day I was driving along in my beloved Renault Clio and Appleheart said to me "You know, James McAvoy used to drive a Clio."



As soon as he said it,  the hunk part of my heart went schwing!  and it was quite surprising, and a little bit dangerous because I was driving a car at the time, but mostly surprising. I mean, it's not like a saw a picture of him. I just heard his name.

So I guess I hope a couple of new McAvoy films come out next year so I can learn more.   

Reflections on hunks (AM)

Sometimes I read old Miss Soft Crab posts. Usually because I want to see if we have already written about something, or what we have said on a topic. Sometimes because I see an intriguing tag that I can't remember and wonder what it relates to, sometimes just because I know this blog is really funny. Anyway on one such trip through the MSC archives I saw some pictures of Gael Garcia Bernal. Broadly speaking, they looked like this.

Hot!

And you can imagine what a pleasant surprise it was. Of course he was a Hunk of the Month so I shouldn't have been surprised to see him, but I guess it just really brought home the hunk recession we are living though. I know we have talked about it before but I guess I felt it was time to revisit the sad state of affairs and reflect on some of my thoughts on hunks over the past year. A year in which this blog, a blog with 49 posts bearing the 'hunk' tag only had 7, SEVEN hunk-tagged posts.

So, the year in hunks. What are my thoughts?


1. I guess the first thing to acknowledge is that despite some early questions, I am pretty sure that Chris Hemsworth is a hunk. Not quite A-grade, but certainly not B-grade. Like A- I guess. Shall we double check?

I guess the thing that confirmed it for me was that although I had wondered if I just thought he was hot because he was Thor, the ads for Rush confirmed that he was also quite hot as James Hunt, so you know, I guess the guy really is a hunk. Phew, sure am glad that question got answered!

Hot!

2. The hunks of my youth really came back into focus for me. Maybe it was because The Great Gatsby put Leonardo DiCaprio to the fore, but I really felt like this year I could move on from the 2010 puffy Leonardo to just kind of respect and appreciate him as an actor and some kind of hunk. Not a phwaor kind of hunk, something more subtle than that. A guy who has a special spot in my hunk heart. Even Ben Affleck managed to overcome, to some extent, his mid career follies (Bennifer, Pearl Harbour, that smug smirk he has - an ongoing problem really). I guess it as if, disappointed by their aging and revelations of them as possible douches, I rejected early hunks as if broken hearted, but now I've matured, they've matured, and I think we can finally be friends.

3. Ewan is still really hot.

Well, 2014, feel free to offer up some new hunks. There is still plenty of room.