Poor Baby Whale

(I've finally figured out how to change my timezone! Hurrah!)

I've been avidly avoiding the stories about the baby whale on TV, on the various websites that I view, and in the newspapers (even though I don't see a whole lot of those). But this morning I saw on the NZ Herald site that vets are going to euthanise the poor little blighter because he's starving, and my pathetic girly hormones kicked in and I started to tear up.

In my logical brain, I have a voice saying it's for the best, cause you don't want a starving baby to suffer.

In my illogical, girly brain, there is a big storm of pathetic sobbing saying don't kill the baby whale, get a whole lot of milk and get a really big baby bottle and just attach it to the bottom of a yacht.

This is why I don't watch animal movies. I worry too much about the animals and just can't cope with all the drama.

Edit Note: It's 3.45pm and I've just been told that they put poor baby whale Colin down. More tearing up. :(

Amusement

1. There is a man that rides a bike around the streets near work. He's put a lawnmower motor on his bike and rides around pulling wheelies all the time. I'm guessing the wheelies are so that he doesn't accidentally apply the breaks to the wrong wheel.
2. The end of my student loan is in sight. Mwah ha haha. My last statement suggests that I should be free and clear leading into the beginning of the next tax year. There is a lot of happy happy joy joy about this and anticipation of the future freeing up of more funds.

Life is like a Tui ad.

I've come to the semi-conclusion that Life is sometimes like a Tui ad. Something will catch your attention and all of a sudden Life will pop up and tap you on the shoulder and shout "YEAH RIGHT" in your face, while turning you upside down and shaking all the change out of your pockets.

But anyway....

Following the last post, I made a bit of a mad overnight dash to Wellington to attend the funeral of the now-deceased person. I'd forgotten how much I truely dislike funerals. I always get a bit creeped out by having a dead body in the room, especially since I know the general stuff that goes on inside a dead body when things don't work any more and the whole embalming process..... I think that some of that is from the number of different "accidentally burying the live person" permutations that come out in all the horror movies that I've watched in my life. On the other hand, it was nice to see some of the people that I knew back then and see that they were kind-of-okay.

I spent a weekend in Torbay (the last suburb before you get to Rodney District!) with a friend of mine. It was the weekend of the big and nasty storm, so I drove down to the beach and spent some time watching the ginormous waves break right up over the dunes at the top of the beach. It was very cool to watch although the stupid idea Deb and I had of getting out of the car to have a closer look was just that - stupid. It was cold, and windy, and I had a better view from the car without all the sand and water blowing in my eyes.
So we headed back to Deb's place to watch DVD's and sit and stuff our faces in front of the fire. This was a brilliant plan until the power went out - for 7 hours. Deb and I sat at the table doing her 1000 piece puzzle (Toni joined in when she arrived just after the power died) and Deb's partner sat there counting down the time until the first Bledisloe match was due to start. I would like to say that I seriously admire everyone who existed before electricity. You wouldn't believe just how hard it is to finish a 1000 piece puzzle by candlelight.
The power kicked in about 5 minutes before kickoff, and by the time MySky loaded up, the TV kicked in just as they put the boot to the ball (not that it would have mattered if we missed it cause we LOST).

I've been working alot, and I mean alot. Over the past 2 weeks I've pulled one 11 hour day, two 10 hour days, one day where I have no idea how long I actually worked but I put it in the vicinity of 12 hours, and the rest were 9 hour days. This is NOT conducive to actually doing anything. It also means that I have not been to dancing in over a month. BAD.

Yesterday (today according to the post date?), it was 8 years since my dad died. It's quite an odd feeling realising that. Only 2 years to go and it's a decade. Sometimes when I'm feeling out of sorts stuff like this makes me wonder where my life has gone, cause a third of it has shot by. I think this may be part of the Tui ad that I'm feeling. *sigh* Life is like a box of chocolates......

I've finally gotten round to seeing The Dark Knight. I couldn't find an Imax session so I went to a regular session on Saturday afternoon. Heath Ledger is a legend in that movie. Movie psychos will take a lesson from this movie I'm sure. I'm not sure if it's worthy of an Oscar, but then I've never really got exactly how they manage to pick some of the awful crap that they've nominated in the past.

And on to the regularly featured Oscar acceptance speech of this blog:
Big ups to 2Trees & Laura. Hope everything goes well for the weekend.
Hugs to Judge. You are such a dude, and see you soon.
Hugs to Chell. Thanks for the sanity check
and super special thanks to Nic for the lend of the clunker.