The War of the Flu Rages On

Day three and counting. Not bad, I guess, but I know that the sooner this damn flu is over and done with, the better. I know I'm very much looking forward to being able to breathe again properly, not to mention actually being able to hear what people are saying to me :-)

I came across a giant tissue today. Now that sounds odd, I'll grant you that, and I'm sure it conjures up some rather strange imagery for some folk out there (ala The Goodies and the episode "Kitten Kong", perhaps?), and perhaps its the cold and flu tablet I took making me a tad stranger than usual, but I really did come across a giant tissue.

My boyfriend has a box of them. They are quite simply, HUGE. Kind of like men's hankies, only made of tissues, I guess. He offered me one, because I guess he might have been sick of the dripping from my nose or something :-), but he offered (proffered, perhaps?) me this huge tissue to stop the drip nevertheless.

I'm glad he did though, because even wadded up in the corner of my jeans pocket, they are still quite useful, and seem to be far stronger than the average garden-variety tissue you get.

Now for something OTHER than a discourse on tissue sizes (its not the size, but how you use it, I know...) and strengths :-)

I've been catching up on Dr Who. Old and New. I procured a copy of the very first Dr Who episode the other day, the one with William Hartnell as The Doctor. Oh God is it bad! But its still really cool too. Having tonight just watched episode 10 of Season 2 of the new Dr Who, its quite obvious that the good old BBC has at least gained a halfway decent budget since 30-odd years ago when Dr Who first started out!

Last season (Season 1 of the new Dr Who), I quite liked the doctor - and the actor that plays him, but having just sat through 11 episodes with the new doctor - David Tennant - I think he's a much nicer perve....*ahem*....a far better doctor - yeah, that'd be it :-)

Other things going on in my life:

1. Still slowly sorting through 13 years worth of stuff so that one day eventually within the next year or so, I'm actually going to be able to finally move house.

2. Obviously trying to get over the flu...

3. Trying to make a list of all the dvds I own, plus eventually doing the same for cds, mp3s, books, etc, though they might end up waiting until I've moved I think.

4. Keeping my pets alive and well, while trying not to go insane sometimes because they are just so silly at times. I'm sure that one of these days the kittens are going to learn that its impossible to balance on top of the handle of a broom, but then again, maybe they won't either. Blah!

5. Spending time with my boyfriend, now that I have one, and getting to know him better.

6. Getting certain things in my life sorted out once and for all, so that I can move on and enjoy the next however many years I have left :-)

You know, that kind of thing!

Anyway, now that my nose is completely blocked, I'd best go and unblock it (not that you needed to know that, I guess). Toodles.

The Joys of Winter......not!

Mum told me last week that there was a nasty version of the flu around, and given the way I woke up this morning, I think I have it. My throat is raw, my nose is runny, my body hurts.....none of this is good, I'm thinking. Arrggghhh.....

Oh well. Needless to say, this blog will be quick today. Mostly I'm just dropping by to say its been raining pretty much on and off since Saturday, and its been great, its been rather cold recently, which also isn't such a bad thing, and I'm doing the happy "got a boyfriend" thing, which is most definitely never a bad thing. He's a truly wonderful bloke, and seriously cute, though he goes a very nice shade of red when I tell him that. :-)

Anyway, things to do, boyfriends to visit. Happy is the world when things click, even if you are sick with the flu!

The Melting Pot of Earth

I just realised that its been ages since I last posted here, so I am rectifying that now :-)

I watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" on Monday night. Last time I saw it, it was on a tiny little black and white tv at a friend's place. He'd never seen it, but was willing to watch it with me, because he knew I liked it so much. This film is, to me, what "Steel Magnolias" is to my mum and my sister. It makes me cry, it makes me laugh, it makes me feel good, it even makes me want to dance and sing.

I think its a fair assessment to say I am so over chick flicks. I guess that comes from being hurt, trodden on, etc, by people. It kinda takes the joy out of life, and let's face it, chick flicks are about all the little joys in life, so I tend to avoid them, except for a select few, like "Breakfast at Tiffany's".

Or maybe its just that I think Audrey Hepburn is simply divine. A girl-crush. Woohoo! She's cool though, and I've seen her in so many things, and can still find her movies refreshing and wonderful. But there is definitely something special about that film. Having watched it again, with fresh eyes, really it's just a film, like any other, and yet there is also so much more to it. Even a fair dash of angst, if you know where to look. Gotta love that angst :-)

It does make me wonder, though, how we as people really look at life. Do we honestly see the world as it appears on film and tv, with that soft rosy glow you get from only seeing what they (the big 'they') want you to see, or do we actually see the world as it really honestly is, warts and all? I have a sneaking suspicion that we see the world through rose-coloured glasses, otherwise why do we get so shocked when we see murder and crime splashed across the daily news? If we were seeing the world as it really is, we'd expect to see murder and crime, wars and natural disasters every single day, because we'd be used to it.

I think we need the movies and tv though, if only to give us somewhere to hide on those rare occassions that we do take off those rose-coloured glasses and see the world for what it honestly is. Because, truthfully, the big bad world out there is a scary place. Of course, the world is often what we make it, so we only have ourselves to blame if its scary, but it's still scary nevertheless.

We as humans feel the overwhelming need to hide from things. We've been doing this since infanthood. That big scary man who picks you up and makes you cry - you don't know why he makes you cry, just that he does. What do you do? You squeeze shut your eyes and scream for your mummy. You run and hide, so to speak. I think the baby mentality - if I can't see it, it doesn't exist - is one that sticks with us throughout our whole lives. We just don't want to admit it :-)

It's the need to stay innocent, and pretend that the big scary stuff that's happening out there, really isn't. We complain that our kids are losing their innocence so much earlier than we did, and yet we are at fault for that too. But can we do anything about that? Are we willing to do anything to change it? I know that the way the world is now, we are in need of a drastic change. Something's gotta give, so to speak. It's just a matter, I guess, of whether this generation or the one that follows, has the guts to actually do whatever is needed to change the status quo.