Monday, October 30, 2006

Halloween, Movies and Minor Events

I watched House of Flying Daggers yesterday. I'll put up a review a little later. What I will say is that it is a beautiful movie. And by beautiful, I mean the look and feel of it. More about all that a little later.

I discovered this morning that my boss had screwed up on my salary and had only paid it in on Friday night, which means I am pretty much without my pay cheque until Thursday. He did, however, make a plan for me today so that I won't have to panic about the bills that are coming out of my account on Wednesday. Hoo-fucking-ray.

This minor hiccup has actually been a fantastic karmic learning curve for me. Initially, I was feeling like I should be the one trying to rush around and find the money from SOMEWHERE, when I stopped myself. It wasn't MY fuck up. So why should I try to get an extension on my loan for his mistake? Then it dawned on me how I do this a lot - and not just with money. I inevitably end up apologising to the person who has wronged me!

As a result I think I should connect with my inner bitch just a little. I am a nice person on the whole, but lately I have begun to realise that I let people get away with taking advantage of me. So... I plan to bitch-up.

My grandfather used to have a saying (and perhaps Red could translate this into Italian for me since the old boy was Italian and no doubt uttered it in the language): The more you bend, the more your arse shows.

What a classic saying! Life's too short for bullshit. I am not bending anymore.

Finally, for those of you who are interested, I have put a short article on Halloween over on the Esotericon blog.


  1. First of all, that was an awesome sunset you posted. Well done.

    Second: I want to move into your cottage. How cute is it?

    Third: It seems to go something like, "Piu' ti abbassi, piu' ti si vede il culo." And very true it is, too. Never underestimate the wisdom of those crazy Italians, eh?

  2. Red: Grazie mille. Parlo Italiano un poco. Malle. (I hope I got that right and didn't tell you to go graze in the mill with a short Italian bloke named Poco.)