Tag Archive: economy


I’m not ready for bed yet

The bule is ready

The bule is ready

1:30am, mumble, mumble!

I’ve tried twice, both times miserable failures.

Three posts up. I am seriously considering coffee. The bule (coffeepot) is ready.

It needs only the flick of a lighter on the gas to become reality.

The world is going mad. Tonight on TV, you won’t believe this… Father Freaken’ Christmas! Ho ho ho!

It’s only just August!

I thought we had at least another month of sanity left; maybe even six weeks. I have never seen Santa Claus this early before. It should be illegal. It’s disgusting. He should be in jail for perpetrating Christmas sales this early.

Just goes to show the plight of the economy when they have to revert to advertising Christmas this early to generate business. 2008 recovery, there never was a recovery. All the data and good news is just government ‘feel good’ bullshit.

My sparkling mineral water bottle is empty… time to light up the gas.

Clorinha has a definite ear for the fridge door.

Wot du yu meanz, therz no fresh meats?

Wot du yu means, ther’z no fresh meats?

I am convinced that she doesn’t have ears, rather she has radar antenna.

A hungry kid couldn’t hear the fridge door as far away as she can.

The worst part is, sometimes she doesn’t wait for the fridge door, she gets there before me; talk about prescience.

Part of the reason I can’t sleep is that I had a late Nap-fu practice this afternoon/evening. The other part of the reason is I had ham salad for dinner again and all I want to do is burp and fart. Damned rabbit food!

Israel has run out of tunnels. That was the premise for invading Gaza, now the story goes, “we’ll continue until our mission is finished”. Further confirmation that they’re only interested in wiping out the Palestinians.

thaustcoinI see that Australians are asking, “Do we need a queen?”

They may want to become a republic, think, Tony Abbot could become president just like Obama; horrible thought!

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Australia has lots of queens

But the problem is, that if they get rid of Queen Liz, there’s plenty of other queens to go round.

So it’s rather a case of one queen or another.

Mincing right along…

I need my head read.

Being up at this hour of the morning entertaining the world, well, at least 14 or 15 of you.

Coffee finished, ciggy out, time for my beauty sleep.

Later.

 

 

Making the Right Choices

This is not going to be one of those ‘How to…’ posts. But rather about me. Today, I made several choices.

No contest

No contest

One was forced on me Clorinha chose that I should get up at 7am and get her breakfast. I duly did because it was senseless trying to go back to sleep.

Then, I chose coffee, a good choice in the morning; choosing a second and a third cup are also good choices.

Armed with the coffee of my choice I proceeded to post on my blogs. I got them all done by 9am.

Then I chose to go to the supermarket, which I chose not to do yesterday; and on the way go to the parafusos (screws) shop. Of course, as soon as I opened the gate, it began to rain. That’s not a choice, but Murphy’s Law.

By the time I got to the main drag it was still  spitting. I made another choice, flag the first taxi that passed. I did and arrived at the supermarket dry.

Kiwi Liqueur

Kiwi Liqueur

The next choice was another ‘no contest’. Head for the water aisle followed by the wine aisle. I chose two wines, a bottle of Kiwi liqueur and a bottle of Creme de Cacao. Good choices.

Three were drinks that I haven’t previously tried, so I will have some fun.

I also bought some groceries, not much, because that supermarket is expensive, but they have a good range of meat, cheese and drinks.

I found a packet of dried jasmine. A long time ago I used to make jasmine and apple tea, very soothing.

Having made my purchases, I left R$222 ($100 +/-) poorer.

I never got to the screw shop. That has been put off until Monday, maybe.

So by 11am I was back home, shopping put away, I lunched with a snack and went to practice my Nap-fu.

So we have a cold wintery day here with spots of rain. I chose to spend the rest of the day at home.

All good choices.

I see our ex-crack footballer (soccer player) Ronaldo is in strife again. He finished up in a ‘motel‘ (this is not the western style motel which is a pousada) with three transvestites. This is not the first time this has happened, poor Ronaldo has difficulty in deciding on gender and it always ends up in problems.

Warning! This bit has a gory photo.

I posted on Bullfighting the other day in a post Bulls 3 – Matadors 0. It was a case where three matadors (bullfighters) got gored in Madrid this week and caused the cancellation of the event; they’d run out of matadors.

This is called bravery, I call it cruel and stupid

This is called sport, I call it cruel and stupid

I am against bull fights, have you ever seen how the animals suffer, it’s quite ghastly. So when I saw another headline yesterday “How Dangerous is Bull Fighting?” I spilt most of my coffee and sprayed the rest over the screen – for the bulls it’s generally very dangerous.

So I was pleased that they won the day last week.

USA, take note! This week Iran executed a fraudulent banker. When are you going to start? The economy won’t begin to repair itself until you do. China has done the same and Vietnam. There was an English king, who in about 1400s summoned all the rogue bankers on Christmas Day and cut off their right hands and castrated them. But the American government is owned by those who should be punished so it’ll never happen.

British politicians are still banking on fracking as the answer to their need for fossil fuels. A recent survey showed nearly 80% were against the new laws which will allow fracking on private property without permission. To me it seems that any government who implements this law is committing political suicide. For me, I would wage war if some company was to attempt to drill under my house. I’d shoot the first bastard that tried.

achmed_the_dead_terrorist

Achmed the Dead Terrorist

OMG, now I’ll be labelled a domestic terrorist!

BTW, if you haven’t seen Achmed the Dead Terrorist, look it up on YouTube, it’s funny.

Well, the evening has worn on, I feel like some cheese…

Later.

 

 

 

The Silly Season

Here we are in the midst of the Silly Season.

We have survived the end of the world… again and have probably got through Christmas relatively unscathed. Although, can the same be said of your wallet?

I have been through with Christmas presents for some years; I get none and I give none. Now some may think that to be soulless, but it’s practical. I don’t have to compete in shops with the milling crowds, I am not held to ransom by inflated prices and I remain sane and unstressed, if not a little tiddly.

The world economy is in the shit. Governments want you to spend to boost the economy. But what have you got to spend? Certainly not money. So put it on the credit card and spend the next year paying off your excesses, just in time to do it all again.

Using credit cards is a fool’s game. It keeps you permanently in debt. Oh sure, it’s nice and easy, but can you control your spending. If you answer ‘yes’, then you are self deluded. The only way to control your spending is to cut your card in half. I did it, and now all my money is mine.

Next we must brace ourselves for New Year. How will you survive?

Just had a break, neighbours are having a BBQ, and I always get asked to make the garlic butter, they supply the ingredients and I make it. Most Brazilians believe that garlic butter should be made with mayonnaise, and as a result it tastes like shit, well burnt shit actually. I make it with margarine and it makes beautiful golden garlic bread.

So, I am now about to enjoy the fruits of my labour, it’s beer o’clock…

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