Count me out

It's that time of year already.

A time for a boof (collective noun) of no-necked Neanderthals to go up against another boof of no-necked Neanderthals on a rugby league field to prove their high level of boof-ness by attempting to kill each other in order to put a little leather ball over a white line.

Photo: dailytelegraph.com.au

Oh goody.

Photo: abc.net.au

Also a time for everyday-Joe-Bloe Neanderthals to roam the streets and shopping centres dressed in their finest Maroon paraphernalia picking fights with anyone wearing blue.  Yes, I live in the capital of Yobbo. 

As you can tell, I'm not really that interested or enthused.  

Once upon a time I was.  Back when the game was about skill and talent and speed and tactics.  Not brute force.  Back when players actually were role models for young kids and not fronting court every week for charges of rape, sexual assault, drug possession, domestic violence, alcohol related violence and the like.  

So tonight I shall be watching Criminal Minds whilst partaking of a soothing drop of red.  My usual Wednesday night TV date anyway, but tonight especially so.  

Photo: tvrage.com

Pity the husband who changes the channel for 'just a quick check of the score'.....

WonderBoy-Man vs Old Spice

The other night the LOML decided to wear the cardboard tubes from the centre of my crochet cotton balls as bracelets very macho armbands.  He then proceeded to flex his muscles and make sound effects, much like this guy...

Truly, this is one tv ad guaranteed to get me snorting my hot chocolate out of my nose! 


And as for this one, well, let's just say not all men are boys!

The Olive Theory

Have you heard about this one?

According to Urbandictionary .... 

Determining the success or potential success of a relationship by whether one person in the relationship loves olives while the other person hates them.

Marshall and Lily in "How I Met Your Mother" argue that based on the Olive Theory, they are an awesome couple based on Marshall's hatred of olives and Lily's olive love*.

That would make the LOML and I the perfect match.  He loves olives and my hatred of them is rather intense (I hate them with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns) .  I am nothing if not committed to my dislike.

Perfect Match.  (oooh-wah-ooh, oooh-wah-ooh).  Predict that one Dexter!

Image courtesy: www.cv.vic.gov.au

* okay, so in the show Marshall does eventually come clean on his actual love of olives and his original lie about disliking them in order to win Lily's heart but the theory remains sound....

And maybe I watch a little too much tv.....

Good Vibrations

Today I heard the Beach Boys on the radio singing about good vibrations....you know the one....

I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me excitations
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
(Oom bop bop good vibrations)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
etc etc etc

But that's not what I was singing.

Oh no no no.

Thanks to the subliminal power of advertising, this is what is now stuck in my head on an endless (ENDLESS!!!) loop....

Damn you, advertising agencies, damn you!