It appears a few definitions were changed last night. Like ‘debate’.  Apparently debating no longer involves actually engaging your opponent, addressing their points, and countering with your own argument. Or ‘good’. As in, ‘this has been a good debate’, ‘yes, it has been a good debate hasn’t it’. Good now means fruitless, pointless, stupefying and I want the last hour of my life back.
Nothing that Abbott said last night surprised me. The fact that my husband has taken to calling me “toots” and keeps asking me what I’m doing out …

It appears the ‘leanest election ever’ is still allowing for both Libs and Labor to still find ways of paying us for our vote.  We’ve had to say goodbye to an outright bogan lottery this time, because handing out random, one-off payments to various low socio-economic groups will be labelled as financial mis-management, no matter which team does it. So of course they’ve had to find less obvious ways, and tax rebates is again turning out to be the most popular.
This time, it’s the Education Tax Rebate. Also known as …

I’m quite swiftly getting over MasterChef this season. I’m not a fan of reality television, but made an exception for MC, because last year it was fun. Good food, bit of drama, no rubbish elimination-teary-voting-off-your-opponents-while-blowing snot bubbles and telling them how much you love them bullshit that you see on other reality franchises.
The thing is, it’s not the sobbing contestants getting to me (they do, I’m not immune to irritation).
It’s not the conspiracy theories that the show is in fact rigged (which, I kinda think it is, and I might …

I don’t use petrol vouchers. The Bolshie conspiracy theorist in me knows that the 4c discount I’m getting by buying petrol from Woolworths or Coles is surely recouped many times over somewhere in the money they took from me in order for me to get the voucher in the first place.  The realist in me knows it’s a moot point, since small-town rules dictate that at some point every fortnight I’m going to have to shop at these stores anyway, or else forgo some of the nicer things in life (well, that’s …

I just had a phonecall from Telstra, who were ringing to let me know I have a new account manager (whatever that is) and to ask if I was happy with my current plan and service from them.
Kind of a loaded question really. Should I mention that last year they accidentally removed the ADSL code from my line, resulting in three weeks without internet, because they couldn’t work out what was wrong, and the person who could fix it didn’t speak directly to customers or to the Telstra staff who …