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I think i speak for many attached men when i say i hate this fu*#ing show for planting the dancing seed in the missus' head. It was only a matter of time before i was subjected to the inevitable "hey maybe we should take up dancing". (rolls eyes) "Honey, you know i stuffed my ankle playing footy".

How long do you think these and similar excuses are going to last? Now i am far from being a blokey guy, i read and write poetry, cry over ad's in the morning and hug friends without flinching, but prancing about like Kevin Bacon with some steam to blow is not my idea of expression. Give me a paintbrush, a garden shovel, a guitar - Christ give me a shopping bag full of food and give me 30 minutes to come up with something. But DONT expect me to use the art of dance to express my dissent with the latest Budget.

The show is over for now so i think i am Ok for a while at least. Im fairly confident that she is not going to want us to be sipwrecked on a deserted island with a group of annoying Americans, or locked in a house with retarded horny promotions models. I need to find her a new distraction, perhaps a fascinating community house course on How to send an email on how to make crotchet pot planters in front of a large group of peers.

Ah the joys of media brainwashing........

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Feel free to poo poo my post. However there has been some history of contact with my mother since she passed away. Not for a while and it has mostly been getting together in dreams and having long conversations. One time she was pregnant, the next time there was a woman in the same room as her and she got up and walked past without looking once at me. I got this understanding then that this was her but a different person, not one im likely to meet.

My feeling is that we can be inexorably led to things when we invest our thought processes on that subject. I came across this site http://www.worlditc.org/ about contacting people after they die via radio, tv etc. Fascinating experiments and one that cannot be dismissed so easily. Anyway, while working i had my headphones on as usual but nothing actually playing. Suddenly i became aware of the background noise because of a few spikes in the sound. Now i am not trying to tell you that i was being contacted or anything like that. It just brought me back to thinking about the subject. I got up and went to heat up my lunch. Whilst standing there I started to think about Mum and was experiencing some of the physical sensations i got after she died in hospital. Im a take things as they come kind of guy, i also keep a balanced head whilst not taking anything as a given. I said hello to her and i then asked her to help me with a particular issue i wont bring up here. I suddenly got this nearly overwhelming sense of hapiness and started to smile and laugh. Nothing in my rational brain could determine why i was laughing, i had no particular thought to trigger it. I shook my head and told her "Ok, ill take that" and got my food and started writing this. I cant shake the feeling that this was all kind of too easy and too coincidental. The most interesting part of all this is the physical aspect. I have not had this feeling in my heart and gut area since the night she died. I wont try to intellectualise this incident. As i told Mum, ill just take it as it is and move on. I had a sense that the answer to my question was yes, so i guess its just a matter or waiting and seeing.

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Been on the brink I think before. Thing is one man cliff is another’s diving board. I cant claim to have been to the extremes of anything really. Always going to be someone who has suffered the same thing but much worse. I’ve said this before. I reckon we choose our limitations before we are born, so maybe there is no such things as an extreme. Everything we do is within our capacity, just looks like extremism from the other person’s perspective. That makes more sense to me. We often cant believe what we see in others. Maybe because our internal limitations are just ensuring you are aware that just because one guy can pump 30 grams of cocaine up his nose doesn’t mean you can go jump that fence you built for yourself and join in the fun without suffering the consequences.

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I just got it now, after all these years, or maybe i am interpreting it differently now.

"Life is what happens to you while your busy making other plans."

We live in our heads just as much as we do in the physical world, and those two worlds do not or perhaps for many people never collide. There have been experiments done where they wire you up and measure the areas of your brain which are accessed with particular stimuli, they record it, then the test subject is asked to remember that event. The startling result is that the exact same area of the brain is again accessed, revealing that our perception of reality is just as important in the psych as it is in the physical world. When i think about the world in my head i perceive myself, my health, my looks, my desires, my needs in sometimes vastly different ways to what is a physical reality. I will have to assume that when John says 'life' he is indeed talking about our physical reality - get up, have breakfast, go to work, have a relationship, look after kids etc etc.

So is the key of human happiness and ascension to ensure that these two realities are as closely matched as possible? You tell me.

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I have had a fascination with Zombies for many years. I have had recurring dreams of myself fighting the undead. I found this site today and feel justified in my concerns. I could very well be training myself during sleep to fight and lead the resistence to this dread army of the night. Having me as a friend has never been more important. I guarantee your chances of surviving a zombie onslaught are 50% improved with me as your leader. Something to think about when you are deciding on how much to spend come birthday time.

http://www.fvza.org/zscience1.html

Now if you think you could perhaps do a better job than me, i suggest you take the test first to be sure you have what it takes - http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take

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Ever wondered how many people actually utilise their new fad the ‘i-pod’ in ways other than listening to Shannon Noll? I have personally taken a shine to audio books as an alternative to this and as an addition to the paper based books I read. As a matter of fact I have an audio book (Harry Potter) on the go at work for those times when the work is mundane and requires little brain power and also another audio book (The Stand) for the train or gardening. I have also found pod casts to be a great source of enjoyment as well, particularly Ricky Gervais. The options are endless, added to the above I found language audio books, memory improvement sessions (I keep forgetting to take this one home), vocal training and lots of self help shite to help make me a better American.

What does this mean for me? Isn’t the audio book just for blind people and the elderly? Am I so feeble minded that I need people to read for me now? I used to love those records as a kid that came with books, so you would listen to the story and be asked to turn the page when Tinkerbell shakes her boob tassles (I assume that’s where the bells went). At least I was doing something proactive in the process, now all I have to do is press a button (id like to press Tinkerbelle’s buttons if you know what I mean, grrrowlll).

I would love to be appointed as ‘i-pod’ policeman. I would have authority to interrogate users on the street and be given access to their play lists. If I deemed the content to be in bad taste, I would wipe the contents and replace with government sanctioned music of my choosing. The person charged would also need to attend weekly music appreciation classes and appear weekly to local police to check that the play list has not been tampered with. It’s for their own good.

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