The Weekend

I love the weekend. Guess that doesn’t make me that special but thought I should start this post with a positive statement. As fun as the weekend can be and as much as I look forward to it, I think it’s killing me. Not that it’s the weekend’s fault, it does nothing but share the love once a week. No the fault is mine.

You see you really want to get the most out of your weekend, you want to squeeze every last minutes worth of enjoyment out of those two days before dreaded monday comes back with a vengeance. I have no self control though, I don’t know when to stop squeezing. I fill up every single minute of my weekend with squeezey fun activities and by the time monday comes I’m totally exhausted.

At the moment I’m involved in a deadly cycle that I’m pretty sure has no end. It starts like this, Monday morning, work hard, finish a couple of things off, get more work. Tuesday slacken off, I’ve got all week. Wednesday should probably get going on these things… this afternoon. Wednesday afternoon freak out cause I’ve got so much to finish and don’t want to do it on the weekend, stay up late wed, work like crazy thursday, stay up late thursday night, work like crazy friday DONE!

Finally the weekend is here and I can relax, catch up on some sleep and just veg for a while. Actually, now that you mention it, my weekend has been crammed in with approx 8 million ’squeezey fun activities’ to do and I end up getting less sleep than during the week. Sunday night lying comatose on the bed I remember the next morning brings dreaded monday and I swear I’ll work smarter next week and not have as busy a week or weekend.

Never happens.

It’s Formal time again

 

It’s that special time of year again. Formals. I wonder just how many hairdresser’s backrooms/pools/pagodas have been paid for by formal season? It’s a pity that I was overseas on a student exchange for our year 10 formal but I think I’ve probably made up for it by now. There’s just something uniquely Australian about the way we do formals.

Now I should digress and state that I have actually attended a few Homecomings in the US when I was on exchange, and while some did have that Hollywood(ish) feel to them, the students just didn’t put as much effort into the occassion. Maybe it’s because they do it every year (homecoming is a celebration of the first football home game of the season) or maybe because Australians just love slapping on a couple of litres of Ella Bache and looking so-phisti-cated, who knows? What’s important is that this institution needs to be protected. I’m thinking perhaps the Australian Government should introduce subsidies on fake tanning products between the months of Oct and Dec? Or even set up a quasi-Trinny and Susannah help-line where girls could call up and recieve advice about hem lines, shoes and body glitter. Either way, this is definitely one Australian institution that needs protecting. Get onto it PM Rudd, I’m sure there’s a heck of a lot of votes there…

The little things

Was just watching a bit of 20 to 1 and had a few thoughts about the little things. It’s funny that in life it’s often the little things that get to you. I remember when I was overseas on an exchange program and my exchange partner had had the worst day. It just seemed that everything went wrong for her, the usual things, slipped on the sidewalk, late to class, teacher in bad mood and picks on you. But it wasn’t any of those things that set her off, I was sitting there talking with my exchange mom about the day and my partner just suddenly lost it and burst into tears.

No she hadn’t just remembered some awful memory of her childhood or that she forgot to pick up her little sister from school 5 hours earlier; No, there was a whole in her tea bag and the leaves got out. As I said, it’s always the little things, like when you are putting your pants on and get your leg stuck and fall over. Has anyone else got something stuck to their finger that won’t come off? Then you flick it really hard and crack the end of your finger on the door knob or the wall? No? Maybe it’s just me then, but anyways, I was reminded of this while watching 20 to 1 because I often disagree with the final verdict. It’s always the things that comes 5th or 6th that should have won, and while you’re complaining loudly to whoever’s in the room, just remember, it’s the little things.

it was just a thought…

Light Sour Cream

I just had dinner. It WAS pretty good if you’re wondering, I was discussing the shopping I did today for a couple of things and something struck me. My wife readily agreed so it’s obviously a fantastic idea but I’ll give you the whole story and leave it up to you.

“I was asked to get sour cream for Tacos (Did I mention dinner was Tacos?), so being the astute shopper I usually go for the cheapest possible item (and yes I have a list of items with the heading “Not worth the 30 cent saving”) but something made me stop and think. I’ve recently been convicted that I should probably lose a few (read 15) kilos for my health so I thought maybe it’s worth paying the 60 extra cents for the light sour cream (Woolworths select still of course!). With some careful research conducted by reading the back of the carton I realised that there is a HUGE difference between light and normal sour cream! Basically the fat content is half in the light variety for an all up saving of 19 grams of fat!

Now that staggered me and I was convinced to start to looking at the back and seeing the difference, especially when it comes to dairy products (nothing can convince me to go for low joule Cordial, I think my mum still has a bottle she bought for us kids in the early 90s).

As I thought about how much of an impact it could have I was reminded of the new ads that are coming out with the guy that walks down the tape measure talking about putting a few kilos on here and there and how bad it is for you. Then it hit me! If the Australian government was THAT interested in the ‘obesity crisis’ (or ‘fat plague’ as I like to call it) it should subsidise ‘light’ and ‘low fat’ varieties of food! How much of a difference would it make if it was actually cheaper to buy low fat rather than the other way around?

It was just a thought…

Daytime Naps

I just woke up from an afternoon nap. It was only supposed to be twenty or so minutes, because I was feeling a little sleepy.  It didn’t turn out to be 20 minutes, more like 120 minutes. There’s just something different about waking up from a daytime nap then in the morning, you feel… sleepier? Or is it just me? It definitely takes longer to wake up that’s for sure! (In fact I’ll probably wake up in a few minutes and ask why on earth I wrote this post…)

just wondering how many people enjoy daytime naps and if there’s any ways of only sleeping for a little while? I know the obivous answer is alarm clocks but then there’s the dilemma of how long it’s going to take you to fall asleep? If you set it for 20 minutes and it takes to 15 to drift off that’s a whole lot of pain (waking up to an alarm) for little gain. Even if you do set the alarm you’ve then got that urgency of “If I fall asleep now I’ll get 25 minutes…” so not happy about those.

I guess you could get someone to check in on you and see if you’re asleep but this also has its difficulties;

a) I’d feel a little creepy having somone coming to check that I’ve fallen asleep

b) I’d start waiting for them to come in, hence it would take longer to fall asleep

c) Who has somebody just sitting around at home in the middle of the day helping them get just the right amount of nap time?

So I guess I’d better leave it there, with daytime naps being an allusive beast that I am yet to conquer, besides, I’m starting to wake up…

What am I going to be seeing on Scott Douglas Media?

A good question, even I’m not that sure of the answer! After many years of using and abusing the net and thinking I was on the forefront of the different media technologies, social networking sites and various phenomena; I’ve finally decided to start a blog! This site will mainly contain my various musings on all this political, observational, ‘religious’ and anything else that strikes me a worthy of a blog. As least that’s the idea. You’ll also be able to see different links on this site to my other pages. I have, interspersed around the net, a multitude of photos, videos and the like, hence the name. Hope you enjoy, feel free to comment me!