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.

2 comments:

  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?

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  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.)

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