I'm back - sort of!

I'm uploading a few deviations today..

...will try to get through some messages and submissions tomorrow...

..and, hopefully, I'll be back on top of my DA-stuff-doing game real soon!

XD

Ah, Bank West, you make me laugh... So much so I'm almost tempted to dump ING for you.. *leers*

Sing, kittens, SING!

Rant

Reflexive pronouns.

God love 'em - I know I do!

But what really gets my goat. (I love goats, too). What reaaally.. shits me is, well, besides the general misuse of words and grammar, more specifically, is the misuse of reflexive pronouns!

GAH!

The misuse of reflexive pronouns smacks of self-importance. I can almost hear the user clawing up the ranks, trying to sound formal, above their station. Even if unintenitonally, it drones through.

Irritating.

And in turn I irritate you: my readers, my co-workers, my friends, my neighbours.

I've heard many - far too many - higher-ups during the years I've been working saying things like "If you have any questions, come and see myself" or "See either so-n-so or myself".

And these people liase with multi-million dollar clients. And them fools don't say nuffin' neither.

To drive my point on home, I quote from some book on 'The Pocket Idiot's Guide to Grammar & Punctuation by Jay Stevenson'

"Reflexive pronouns sometimes get misused by people who want to sound forml. Check out this sentence:

The company placed complete trust in myself.

I guess this is supposed to be kind of official sounding, but if you talk like this too much, people like me will laugh at you. And then myself will make jokes about how important yourself must think you are by making ordinary personal pronouns reflexive all the time.

But that's just myself."
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Rave

On a lighter note, my beloved former flatmate Josh, his sweet lady-friend, Bree, the Dane and I went to the pictures last night where we saw 'Slumdog Millionaire'.

Now, I'm not one for going to the theatre as all the spending and the sitting and observing and the glayven and the hey-hey quite frankly aren't me.

I don't enjoy spending money, the noise and certainly not to sit in the one spot for more than an hour... But by gar was I more than pleasantly surprised! SUCH! A! GOOD! FILM!

I... can't really be stuffed going into detail so you really ought to check the link provided as, heck, when've I steered you wrong? If you liked the cinematography in Trainspotting, 28 Days Later or.. others, you'll enjoy this. And it's a nice cultural change.

Besides that, I'm currently reading 'The Grapes of Wrath' by John Steinbeck and loooving iiiit (even if he didn't want the reader satisfied!). Review to follow.

Eventually.

Eeeeee!

My folks are visiting - from Denmark!

Haven't seen them in over a year and by gar I'm excited!

They've been around much of Melbourne (which is HUGE) in two days, so they're pretty stuffed. They're allowed an evening to recharge before we hit the town - and surrounds - once again.

So! Expect a whoooole bunch of Melbourne/Victoria based imagery to be uploaded.. in due course.

In the meantime, here to entertain you is my cat Dré playing the spoons while he affectionately headbutts a marshmallow...

So!

I went IKEA yesterday with by the intention of buying a bed.

Note: The intention of.

So! Went to IKEA, ate some wonderful cheap and filling food, sought a bed.

I had my eye on this cheap, white, minimalist deal.. but the boy decided it was too "flimsy". "The plyboard won't support me", said Mr Luxury.

"It'll hafta!" replied Mrs Frugal.

Anyway, in the end I found a bed not advertised in the catalogue, priced $120 over my budget.. and even I loved it. So, we decided yes, we'd buy it. Stuff it, better this than a bed with wheels that we found part by part along the roadside.

Went downstairs, picked up what we thought were the necessary pieces as advertised on the tag-thingy..

Went to the checkout where the young stoner gave the box (containing bed frame) a funny look and yet scanned it, charging us the price of the bed.

Now, husband had called friend to assist us in getting this home and we waited til our mate turned up. Our friend turned up, cocked his head and said "That it?! - Let's have a look.."

Turned out it f**king WASN'T the whole bed!! It was THE FOOT-END!

Huffing, I stalked back into IKEA, dragging the wheely doohickey with bed pieces on it, taking it into the 'Refund' area; took a number..

Long story short - so far at least - they'd sold the REST of bed, parts 2 & 3 (we had bought part 1,) to SOMEONE ELSE! They'd made this error TWICE!

Okay, okay.. deep breaths... sorted that out, sort of.

Refund came in the form of a bundle of cash - I paid via card, am not comfortable with carrying a mass of cash, but whatever. But.. they only refunded me the bed-frame itself - for which I'm paid in total and only received part thereof.

"Umm.. I don't want slats and a steel rod.. can I have my money back?!"
"Oh.. okay.."

Thankfuly the girl at Refunds was on the ball (by this point) and refunded the rest of the money - VIA CARD!

IKEA.. and to think I once loved you..