In which I talk about flatulence a bit - Tactical Ninja
Sep. 29th, 2011
10:20 am - In which I talk about flatulence a bit
Bloody hell, someone put my post from yesterday on Reddit.
Thus ensued still more people making submissions. Honestly, I've got to say I've never seen quite this big a response from people - everyone I know has made a submission on this, despite only being given 12 hours to do it. Thank you everyone for boosting the signal and rising to the occasion. The #spybill hashtag is starting to catch on. I haven't yet decided whether to participate in the march on Saturday - I suspect I might because it seems the select committee is likely to be sitting through the weekend and therefore a bunch of irate citizens yelling and screaming in the street outside about how we don't like this may actually have some impact. Meanwhile, inside the select committee, it seems only the cops like this bill.
Note: I'm aware that everyone I know is not exactly a parliamentary majority, but if people I know who don't normally make submissions are doing it, then maybe other people will too.
It's now been a week and a half. I've stuck with the cooking thing and once we move I'll up it to four nights a week of cooking. I have a lunch box and each day I've been cutting up fruit (apple, pear, grapes this week) for fruit salad, added a handful of spinach and a handful of cashews (sorry Happy), and had Actual Healthy Lunch instead of Thin Air And Coffee Lunch. I've continued with the banana breakfast as well. I'm pretty sure this means I've been getting my 5+ a day. It also makes me fart a lot. I mean, a LOT.
On the nights I cook, I've been able to cook the meal, eat it, and then continue about my evening lalala rhubarbrhubarbrhubarb. On the nights I don't cook, I've found it hard to overcome the desire to graze - to wander into the kitchen, grab something, wander out. This is kind of weird but ties in with the bulimic style of eating (I think), in that even though I've had enough to be satisfied, I compulsively want to eat a little bit more, then a little bit more, for reasons other than hunger. The habit of chewing and swallowing all evening seems quite hard to break.
Harder than smoking, in fact. With smoking, the urge was rare and fleeting. With this it's every night I don't cook, and ongoing - ie it hasn't let up yet. Clearly the solution is to cook more. After I move.
Seems like pretty much everything is on hold until After I Move. Which, incidentally, starts in less than five days. The guy has apparently done the painting which I need to check, and while he was there mentioned that the dishwasher needs a service and that he's prepared to pay for it, then promptly took off to go see his mate (who is dying) up north for a few days. I called the dishwasher people and they can't get there till Monday, which is settlement day - but I'm inclined to take this one on trust as the guy was honest enough to bring it up.
Meanwhile, I got double charged for parking at Wellington airport. Twice. I booked online with my debit card and was charged, then was charged again when using the card to leave the carpark. Two weeks ago I phoned them about this, and they asked for an email with evidence so I sent it. A week later I called them to chase it up and was informed someone would call back the next day. They didn't. On Monday I called again and was assured my reimbursement would be there by today. It was - at least, for one occasion it was, but not the other. So I called them again. They want me to resend the email, and have undertaken to acknowledge this immediately as I expressed concern at the difficulties I've been having getting this sorted. So far, no acknowledgement.
Wellington Airport, I am unimpressed with you.
Please explain to me, oh IT administrators for companies, why it is necessary to dictate to users what they will have as a homepage, and prevent them from changing it to one that's actually useful to them, like, you know, Google?
Why do I ask? Oh, no reason.