Posts by JoJo
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I just watched Thursday's episode of Media7. It's great to see the stereotypes in our advertising and media being discussed - but to the adman who said that everyone loves the "little bit sexist" Tui ads: You can fuck right off. They're awful. They make me cringe. Just because there's no subtlety to the sexism, just because it's upfront and out there, doesn't make it more acceptable. It just makes me think "Tui - a beer for men who only watch commercials involving women in a bikinis."
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Sorry for making you cry, Jackie - although the nine pages of dog photos already had me leaking a little bit, so typing that about Puppy and Tellus finished me off.
If by chance you are on Facebook, do check out https://www.facebook.com/spike.nicholls
Spike is a mischievous deaf boxer, whose behaviour is so like Puppy's it feels like she's still close. Except I don't have to clean up the chaos!
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Not the best photo, but this Puppy and Tellus. Puppy, the darling white boxer, was deaf and partially blind and epileptic. She lived for five incredible years, was gentle and loving, and taught me to love dogs. She was the kind of dog that you used to teach kids how to approach dogs, because no matter how badly they did it, she'd still just drool on them and like their faces. It didn't hurt that she only had baby teeth.
And Tellus - a huntaway-rotty cross. Gorgeous, kind, dependable, cuddly and strong. With the most expressive eyebrows I have ever seen. She is my ex's dog, so I don't see her anymore.
I miss them both so, so much.
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I was in a [multi-national chainstore] the other day, and the staff were bitching about the music playing. Every month, some philistine in head office sent them a DVD with ten 'popular' songs on it, and they had to play that DVD every day, all day. Ten songs, eight hours a day, seven days a week. For a month. Talk about Management Music Torture.
Torture for me would be a Dire Straits/Simply Red medley. Although it might bore me to death before I confessed to whatever the bastards wanted.
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Up Front: Safety Net, in reply to Megan Wegan,
God, Megan, that's so depressing. I have to stop reading before I get too stabby, but will keep the link to forward on to people who need it. Sigh.
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And now I'm going to waste the rest of the night looking at photos of my beloved fur family...
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This is Po, my Scottish Fold / Cornish Rex cross. He's completely batshit crazy, and rarely poses for the camera for some reason. My other cat thinks he's a completely irritating dork, and sometimes I have to agree with her.
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Ooooh, colour! So many photos to chose from. And so much colour in Welly, if you look for it.
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I can't bear to watch the National one, as JK makes my skin crawl. But I hope he says "I'm relaxed about that" at least once in the piece. It's so important to have a catch-phrase...
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I really wish supermarkets would stop demanding their check-out staff ask customers "How are you?" "How's your day going?". There have been times when I've been tempted to reach over and shake them for not knowing that someone close to me has died, or I've got the flu, or I'm just in a feral mood. Can't they just say "Hello"? Why ask a question that is close to meaningless. But I don't really consider that small talk - it's more like a faulty greeting.
I do hate small talk, and can be a quite an introvert. I recently went to a party where three of us sat in a stairway for hours and only talked to each other and the few people who came to join us. I met no new people and only talked to the host for about 3 minutes. Best. Party. Ever.
