Spark

Spark is important.  Without it, things just don’t work.

I recently had the good fortune to meet a gentleman who, on the outside, was perfect. Smart, funny, nice, romantic and could fix stuff around the house. Everything that a young lady ought to desire – and I do desire these traits. The problem?

No chemistry.  There are some things that you can overlook in a potential relationship.  But you can’t overlook a lack of chemistry. 

Without it, you’ve got zip but a friendly companionship.  Which is lovely, but not always practical.  Especially not when one of you has stronger feelings than the other.

One of my favourite moments in television is from the mini-series The Forsyte Saga, when a father, who has had his heart crushed tells his young daughter, desperately in love with the families nemesis’s son, that’s is always better to be with someone who loves you more than you love them, rather than the other way around.

I’ve always believed this to be the case. Not anymore.  Because the thing is, when you’re the one doing the disappointing you don’t feel comfortable at all.  You feel sad. 

Falling Out.. or Falling Down?

I’ve had a recurring dream ever since I was a little girl.  I can remember having them when I was in pre-school right through until now.

It’s always different situations, circumstances, but the main component remains the same. 

I’ve never been particularly into the meanings of dreams, psychics or touchy feely stuff.  I worked in a health food store for many, many years and always snickered at the people who thought that a CRYSTAL is adequate protection against body odour.

But I’m interested into what MY dream might possibly mean.  In my dream, my teeth crumble and I continually spit them out.   What’s even more bizarre is that when I dream this now I am aware that this is nothing to worry about, because it has happened before.

A quick Google research shows a phenomenal amount of sites about the meaning of dreams.  Apparently teeth crumbling is a common dream and indicates that you are a stressed out, anxious, or have low self esteem.

Deeper reading into this psycho-babble suggests that it means you are a heading into a new phase in life.

It kind of makes sense. Although, I’m not entirely convinced. Yes I have suffered anxiety, panic attacks etc since I was a teenager – but I was an incredibly bright and happy little child who had not a care in the world and these dreams started since I was 6 years old.

Whilst I don’t really believe in this sort of thing, I know that there are millions of people around the world that believe in spiritual things and I’m actually, although loathed to admit it, that I’m interested in finding out more.

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Step Aside Henry, There’s a New Octopus in Town

Unless you are a blind and deaf mute living in a monastery in Nepal, you would know that the World Cup is drawing to a close with the Netherlands and Spain to play for the final.

During the 2006 World Cup I was a fresh faced expatriate in the UK, loving that I was living somewhere that got so wrapped up in such an event. Walking through the streets of West London there were flags of every nation proudly displayed on cars, bicycles, in windows and store fronts.

It’s such an individually patriotic yet wonderfully uniting thing.  It’s rather a shame that Australia is not as into it as the countries of Europe.

Particularly Spain.

The Spanish Prime Minister, Jose Zapatero, has offered state protection to an oracle octopus.

Paul, as this octopus is known, lives in Oberhausen in Germany and apparently correctly predicted the outcome of all of Germany’s matches.  By eating food from a box emblazoned with each countries flags.

The Spanish are now worried that the octopus might become a target for disgruntled German fans. "I am concerned for the octopus ... I am thinking of sending him a protective team," says the Spanish PM.

It so pleases this author that in times when the news is covered in stories about war, famine, destruction and Masterchef (snore), that such weird and wonderful stories exist.

Spain for the win. Ole! 

*For those of you confused by the title, Henry is an octopus made famous by The Wiggles. Australia’s number 1 export.

Relationships

Once again I have been neglecting you dear readers, and once again I have no legitimate excuse.

So this morning, as I sit in bed with my coffee wearing my “Jane Austen is my Homegirl” hoodie I have finished up two half written blogs and am getting through some more.

I’ve been thinking a lot about relationships recently. Whether I am for or against them. Whether I think I am ready or not.

With so many of my friends recently splitting from long-time partners I sometimes think, if they can’t make it work, what hope is there for the rest of us?  On the opposite side of the spectrum I then have friends who are in a relationship that is so baffling to me I wonder why they stay together.

A few conversations with a colleague during a caramel latte run also gave me food for thought about the nature of human beings.  But mostly what has got me thinking is that after a recent date with a very lovely boy I was surprised at my sheer state of panic as the date drew to a close.

Clearly I am not ready for this  Clearly, The Ex fucked me up even more than I initially thought, to the point where I am so protective of my freshly mended heart that the thought of letting someone near it’s whole – yet still incredibly fragile state terrifies me.

When embarking on a flirtation it’s easy to let your guard down but as soon as that turns into something a little more than casual banter it can get scary.

The problem is, I don’t think that people can understand unless they too have been through a similar situation, and this sort of thing is so difficult to talk about with real-life humans, particularly ones that you know.  Therefore I use this blog as my therapy.

Apologies.

 

Cold War Ignited

We’ve probably all by now heard the recent news that there is once again Russian spies in America.

And good on them. For generations the Soviet’s were Hollywoods traditional bad guys – let’s face it, the James Bond franchise wouldn’t have existed without them.

But since the collapse of the Berlin Wall in 1989, and more recently September 11, Hollywood has shunned the fair skinned, ample chested soviet baddies for the caramel skinned and black haired baddies of the Middle East.

With the Cold War supposedly over, the US has done an old school style spy swapping deal. Which leads me to the point. What on EARTH is the big deal?

That swap clearly means that the CIA has people sneaking around the former USSR.  The KGB, CIA, MI6, IRA, ASIO (which really needs to get a better abbreviation) and other countries secret services have all been in and out of each others regions for years. Collecting info on each other.  Doing deals. Keeping each other honest all the while looking glamorous in well cut suits and evening wear.

I for one am rather pleased that there are still good old spies out there. Not terrorists – but spies, living undercover and collecting information whilst getting the opportunity to see the world.

Not a bad deal.

Clark vs. Larry

On a Friday in an office, when the weather is cold and people have had a long week – email conversation will inevitably turn silly, as it did with Mrs N. and I recently.  Inspired by our mutual love of 1990s pop culture, our debate involved two of our favourite men of all time.

Dean Cain and Robert Downey Jr.

Or rather, the respective characters. In particular, would you rather date Clark Kent OR Larry Paul.

Both are smart, attractive men with respectable careers.  Obviously Larry earns more money, being a lawyer and all, however Clark has superpowers. 

Clark is an award winning journalist, however Larry is brilliant piano player.

The main debate is that Clark is a nice boy. I think that perhaps he is too nice. I think he knows deep down that the love of his life only wants to get into the pants of his alter-ego.

Larry is loyal to Ally in a dreamy sort of way. Until of course he dumps McBeal by a NOTE. Seriously, who does that.

It really comes down to the following: Mrs N and I should perhaps NOT get so passionately enthralled about conversations regarding fictional people.

Eclipse – A Review

Yesterday I saw Eclipse – Part 3 in the Twilight Saga. Book 3 is by far my favourite in the series, and to be honest, it was also my least favourite film.

CLEARLY R-Patz & K-Stew are shagging each other thoroughly off-camera, because their chemistry on screen has gone from sizzling to tepid.

They hurry through a semi-well constructed plot, and don’t focus nearly enough on what is important, young men who are missing their shirts.

Charlie is once again the amusing and doting father. The teens from Forks High don’t get nearly enough screen time, and I hardly think that the supporting cast deserve the exuberant pays they are getting for the limited screen time (as recently detailed in a selection of trashy magazines).

However I did still enjoy Edwards smouldering looks (what I wouldn’t do to strip that boy down and lick him all over while he spoke to me in his British accent.. phwoar) and on the whole it was two hours of enjoyable escapism, highlighted by the preview for Deathly Hallows before the film started (more on that later).

But quite frankly, I’m not entirely sure why either of those boys put up with Bella and her scarlet-woman ways. How dare she engage herself to one man, then kiss another passionately?  It is incredibly unladylike to toy with a boys affections in such away, and I wish she got her comeuppance.

However I have read the 4th book, and alas, I know that she gets everything her heart desires.

Bitch.