Pleasure Is The Only Thing To Live For..... Nothing Ages Like Happiness - (Oscar Wilde)

Hello, I Haven't Been Around Much, But Now I'm Here to Bitch and Whine For Your Enjoyment

I am burnt out.

I have just gotten my period.



I have now officially worked more hours in overtime than I get in holiday time this year and it is only September....
I'm on par for a leisurely 60 hours this week as it seems as I've been asked (begged) to work on Saturday.

Wheeeeeeeeeeee!



And last, but certainly not least.......

There is someone I am forced to spend copious amounts of time with - quite possibly the most annoying person in the world who blabs on and on and on about knowing everything about everything and who is apparently the master of all and everything you could possibly be interested in and can't even engage in an civil argument, let alone a normal conversation without dominating it and 9 times out of 10 coming across like a complete moron and not even realizing it.
blah blah blah blah.... blah.... blah.


(Take that! You little FD.)

My Saturday Meanderings.......

This picture makes me feel happy on so many levels...

I found it on a vintage photo blog called Big Happy Funhouse and it seems to a have subtle old-school "upskirt" vibe going on.

Nevertheless, some great candid pics from when your mum was a wee gaffer.

Bloggers enjoy taking pictures of themselves in the mirror.....
AS WELL AS:
- Bitching about lame-ass people doing useless things....
- Bitching about stupid things we see on the internet.....

Imagine if someone wrote a blog post bitching about the insane amount of lame people taking stupid pictures of themselves in the mirror and posting them online via blogger.

Now That's Steeped.......

The Sexy Mother Of All Corrosion.........

Hamish - This ones for you....
(My oh My.....You are in for a treat!)

This has to be one of the most extensively rotted out pieces of Aircraft Structure I have witnessed in the past 9 years of my aviation induced delirium.....



A Dirty specimen.... sludgy-slime and ancient toilet water sloshing up and down the Stringer channels, marinating deep inside the rivet holes, leaching into the grains of the once light but strong aluminum extrusion.
Exfoliating from the inside out underneath rows of hot avionics equipment and air conditioning ducts this section was left dark and dank, sweating and freezing, lightly stinking of an acidic ammonia-ish smell that can only be aluminum corrosion.



My pupils dilate, my heart races.....
A blowout of such epic proportions it could make an inspector weak at the knees....



- Lying in a soft bed of white dust....
it's large gaping hole, flakes of dissolution like petals of a flower...

- A True Blowout - as beautiful as it is frightening.



The only thing left to do is warm up the rivet guns and drill her out. A complete stringer replacement is the only remedy to this sick bit of festering non-ferrous metal.

You see, it's not "Rust" my friends... Rust Never Sleeps.......




.....And neither does Aluminum Exfoliation Corrosion.

Hi.
Due to Popular Demand I will be having a special Corrosion Extravaganza over the weekend.
- I literally have folks from round the globe pining for my dilapidated blistering aluminum aeroplane bits.

There are some great photo's to showcase, and seeing as the frustrating suspense waiting for the Urine/Coke/Coffee drops to powder-up is causing an uproar I was thinking I might just suspend some aluminum in a jar of piss..... See how that goes.

As your Licensed Aircraft Maintenance Engineer (LAME) Corrosion Maharishi, I promise the investigation and metallurgic wisdom will continue without further delay......

Check out the history of The Connielingus Corrosion Epic Here

Things Can Only Get Better.......

Finally.
It's been a good day....

- George Bush actually admitted that He and the U.S. Government were ultimately to blame for shitting the bed down south with ol' hurricane Kat...
(WTF Dubya? Seems there was no possible way to blame it on the Al-Queda this time.....)



- Gas went DOWN 4 cents a litre this bright and shiny morn......




- In a mere 2 days I've been in a healthy, satisfying relationship that is equal parts friendship, love and sex for 1 whole year.
It is still in the undeniable stages of perfection...... I'll try not to jinx it.



- Today I bought the new David Gray album - Life In Slow Motion



You know even if ol' Dave is the Original (and much better) predecessor of the overblown "Coldplayesque Dinner Party Music genre" I still will always retain a certain sweet spot for his lyrical mastery.
There always seems to be one song that hits me right where it hurts and makes me so happily forlorn and reflective.

This album easily has 3.

A perfect compilation... A lot like his older stuff....with more to it..

Go Buy it.

Text Me.

I have a real problem with the Telephone. I'll admit it.... I really hate talking on the phone.... Well, mostly I don't enjoy the actual "answering" it part.

This issue of mine is not news....

Lots of my friends and family absolutely abhor this wee little quirk about me.... I am tired of catching shit for my phonephobia and I have decide to investigate deep inside just to let it be out in the open as to why I will always "Just Let the Machine Get It".

- First of all, just to be clear, I am not home a lot of the day. I am gone for 10 hours every week day at the bare minimum, and the rest of my time at home is spent eating, bathing, cleaning, cooing in my girlfriends ear, sex and/or wacking off, followed by some brisk blogging and then hopefully at least 7 hours of sleep crammed in there somewhere.
I really truly don't have a lot of free time for any idle chit-chat.

This is my only REAL excuse........

The rest of my phone phobia is a murky mixture of subliminal fear of the unknown topic, a pulsating distaste of small talk, and a short phone-chattin' attention span.
Add that to the absolute anger induced feeling of being "hang-on'ed" whilst someone goes off to answer the other fucking line, or the utter disrespect of your phone-partner watching T.V. or multitasking as you are speaking, missing your whole blah, blah, blah.

For the most part I find talking on the horn is a an often un-wanted and frightening commitment...
You have to at the very least sound interested, as if two seconds earlier you weren't totally engrossed in the news program.... You are expected to add your opinions at the same time of attempting to cook dinner or argue with your loved one....

There just never seems to be a good time for me.....

You see, my lack of pressing the TALK button isn't that I don't care about you....

It's just that I don't care about you at that exact moment!

Which brings me to precisely why I cancelled my cell-phone. Ignoring the happy-go-lucky downloaded ringtone while I am picking up groceries, the damn thing vibrating in my pocket while browsing the adult video store....
Missing calls while I drive with the my music blasting and then later hearing the bitchy words on the voicemail saying over and over and over "Connie! Why the fuck do you have a cell phone if you never answer it!!!"

Errr... Just in case I break down on the highway?

To be honest, the reason I have come right out and admitting my problem is because a friend of mine recently told me she would text message me if I got my cell phone going again....
It scared me how enticing it was to me... Truly fascinated at the possibility.
....So private, so creative and so non-committal at the exact moment that message would come thru. Perfect.

See!
It's not that I'm a inefficient communicator folks.... I have a successful thought-provoking blog for fuck sake!

It's just that I choose to do my correspondence to your face or written in just such a way that I always sound witty and intelligent... Not the facade of a serious telecommunic-interchange as I quietly try to take a pee after I've folded my knickers with your lovely voice blah blah blahing in my ear long into the night.

Life is But a Dream.....

My apologies, I try to be a happy-go-lucky blogger, but I've been pushing this tragic news away all week......

An acquaintance of mine from work offed himself over the long weekend.

After all the fun and laughs I had over those same 3 days - laughs that were tonic to my soul - the contrast was that someone that I knew was out there at the edges of reason, and at the end of his rope.

It wasn't a secret that he had been depressed about his relationship, fucked up about the birth of his son. He chased it with alcohol like most of us do. He didn't cope so well. He missed some time at work to sort himself out, and he seemed alright when he returned.

Last summer at a party we stood holding each other up talking about how guilty he felt and he drunkenly asked me over and over.... "Do you hate me for how I've been...for what I've done???"

I told him "Life is short, you gotta do what you gotta do to be happy."

That phrase has been running over and over in my mind all week, and although he was a work buddy and an occasional party pal I was quite oblivious to just how bad it was. I haven't had a single concrete feeling about it since the moment I heard the news first thing on Tuesday morning...

I think he was a fool.... I'm sad he's gone from this world.... I worry about his two babies.... Up until now I pretended not to let it affect me at all.

His funeral is happening right now as I type this......I chickened out.

I suppose this is paying my respect.
S... I think you are a fucking coward, but I'm so sorry that your life got so overwhelming.
I guess you did what you had to do....to be happy.

I don't hate you.

The "I Hate Rush!" Gang Gets One Member Stronger

Back in April I had a Rush Overload. The Godforsaken gAWdAWful 1970/1980ish Prog-Rock Band Rush had finally taken it's screechy toll on this self-proclaimed music guru.

It's no secret I enjoy a lot of music....
....All different kinds really....
A little over 3200 songs just on this one small home computer alone -> AND NOT FUCKING ONE IS BY RUSH.


**** Anyhoo , the reason I was brought sharply and gloriously back into my Geddy Lee "Hate On" was that the fabulous Kitty Juggs reports that she too has a healthy loathing of all things Proggy Rawk and was kind enough to link to my shameless rant of a blog post. (I am the first "here" in the "here, here, and here.")

I'm always proud to whore out any blog that wants to hate Rush openly....
We should make a gang.

The Mack - Don Cabin Chronicles 2005

The Pina Colada Song
(The H.O.T. Hawt Version)



I was tired of my boring life
I had been working too hard
Like your average blue collar stiff
I hadn't laughed for so long.....


Well It was becoming quite blatant
I'd been longing for my old mates
To travel in from near and far...
- The yearly Cabin 18 reunion awaits -



So If You Like Pina Colada's
And pissing into the wind
Take a trip to the Westside
To that cabin 'round the bend...




...Bring something soft to pass out on,
some Rye and a Keg.
...Bring some meat or a Veggie Dog,
and some extra smokes for those who beg.



...So if you are not into a noisy scene,
or a Grumpy Bocce Gnome -
You best be packing up your tent
And make your way home....



Yes, I like Pina Colada's
And playing Cards in the Rain
Mini Bottles of good Scotch
And slowly melting my brain



...And when I ask you to "Knock Me!"
you best reciprocate
afternoon drunk playing Bocce
- an evening nap with your mate.....




Yes, I liked my Pina Colada's
And asking where is "The Brad"
And now that its over
I'm quite certain I am sad...



It was the weekend I had hoped for,
And we came thru unscathed.....



...Except for a subtle shake,
And the smell of the unbathed.



(Once again - Many Thanks to the Mack Don's and their razor-sharp edge... The inspiration for lame hung-over poetry such as this)

My Apologies......

I've Been a Bit Of a Lazy Blog Bum as of late........












































.....And A Bit of a useless Tit......









- Just in Dire Need of an Inspirational Long Weekend and Everything Shall Return to Norm.....

XOOXOXOX Connie