Plus-Sized Models

I am over the debate about plus-sized models (http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,26042579-5007146,00.html). They look amazing. Healthy, sexy and so happy. Yet people (mainly women) are ripping them apart. "Yes it's good that were getting away from the sticks, but idolising the 'obese' is wrong."

OBESE...give me a break...if you have to lift your belly apron to find your bits, your obese. If you can't breath after a trip from your bed to the loo, your obese.

Anyone remember this little goddess?

This women was idolised before junk food, inactive lifestyle and TV turned curvy into obese. And I'm sure she did a shit more than thirty minutes of exercise a day and ate more than the recommended serves of fruit and vegetables and less red meat.

And I know more than enough people in the "health range" that are extremely unhealthy...body image is not about health...a healthy body (what ever size and shape) is.

The Nightwalker by Diane Guest

“If Virginia Andrews makes you shiver, Diane Guest will make you scream…”

“In the cold, clear moonlight surrounding the gardens of Clairemont, someone, something, is out for a midnight prowl…

“When Gillian Norlund learns of her half-brother Robin’s request to reunite her with her father, she returns to Clairemont with some reluctance, for it is a house of unhappy memories: the place where Gillian’s mother Claire met a horrifying and untimely death, and where Gillian herself experienced a shattering rejection by her family.

“Now Gillian is grown up, with a loving husband and Daisy and Will, her adorable eleven-year-old twins. By her reckoning, there’s nothing to lose by returning to Clairmont – so why is she so scared?

“When the family arrive at the house, they find a mansion infused with a sense of trauma and fear; the age-old disturbances are buried, but not forgotten. Gillian’s younger sister, Amanda, is psychotic and obsessive; her half-brother Robin alternately aloof or friendly; and the twins are clearly terrified of something – yet they won’t confess their troubles to Gillian. Only Robin’s wife Lenore seems ever cheery and optimistic, and that is peculiar in itself.

“Something, somewhere is casting terror over Clairmont – a terror which only Gillian can dispel, yet which threatens her, more than any other, with a vengeful, violent death…”

Oh, scary…well, not so much...at all. Predictable but written well enough. Was expecting a lot from a subheading stating, “If Virginia Andrews makes you shiver, Diane Guest will make you scream…” The closest this came to Virginia Andrews, was having her name on the cover.

All in all, it was a simple ghost story…predictable or not, I didn’t get who “done-it” until the end, but if I’d read the whole the blurb on the back, it jumps out at you.

And if I was that husband, the marriage wouldn’t have lasted long, I would bloody hell want to know…but I noisy.

Bring on a book with Amanda as the main character…she was fun...I do like the crazies.

Not likely to read again…anyone want?

Sister, Sister by Andrew Neiderman

“Two minds. One body. A novel of terror…

“Terror Times Two
“Like laboratory animals, they have been studied and probed since the day they were born. The scientists refer to them as ‘Duplicitas Anterior’. The general public calls them ‘Siamese twins’. The tabloids label them freaks.
“But to Neil Richards, their new teacher, Alpha and Beta are very special children. Alpha is the dreamer; Beta is the doer. Alpha masters the thoughts; Beta controls movement. When Alpha dictates what’s to be done, Beta is her puppet.
“They are the closest sisters on Earth. No one can come between them. And when they put their minds together no one is safe…”

In 1992 were Siamese twins really this outrageous? The first half of the book relies on you to be completely in awe of these ‘freakish’ girls without giving you much information (and wasn’t it always common knowledge that natural light is a requirement for better health? Seems scientist who are studding the human condition, or pretending to do so, would require “subjects” to have some outdoor activity…even when hiding them from the world, for christ-sakes, prisons do it).

Doubt there is any actually scientific information contained. I feel the exact same story could have been written regarding normal twins, not just Siamese twins. I’m sure there are actually, it’s all quite familiar with Carrie (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074285/) and Firestarter (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087262/).

But after plodding my way through (over half the 292 paged paperback), I’ve finally gotten to some substance…but a “novel of terror”? Kids are scary, kids with “mind control” possibilities, quite a bit scarier…but not used to it’s full potential. And the “mad scientists” lair could have had some many “freakish” possibilities; even a connection with the “subjects” would of made the scenario more disturbing.

The ending is quite predictable, but I did enjoy the short conversation with the schizophrenic child.

Not likely to read again…anyone want?

Finally Getting off my Lazy Blogging Ass

I doubt anyone checks for updates anymore but...

I have decided to write about something I think about and do everyday...BOOKS...I read them, love them, hate them and will now review them (and oh how this hurts...hate most reviewers).

Well that's the plan, hopefully I'll follow through...

Currently I’m ready a little number I picked up from a “closing down sale” for $2.50…

Sister Sister by Andrew Neiderman…“Two minds. One Body. A novel of terror…”

So far, a slow start…

Past, Present and Future

Well, it’s certainly been a while since I last posted anything…”life”, it actually happens…who would of thought.

The three main things I’ve been contemplating recently are:

1. My past
2. Happiness
3. Career

When it comes to my past, I have analysed and, in almost all instances (stupid to believe it’s all), accepted. But now and then something would bring the “past” to the “present”. Today is such a day and after a few moment of contemplation I think I’ve gotten the gist of why a certain period of time in my past still affects me…

Pride

1. A high or inordinate opinion of one's own dignity, importance, merit, or superiority, whether as cherished in the mind or as displayed in bearing, conduct, etc.

I can’t seem to except that my presence in someone’s life meant absolutely nothing.

In the scheme of things, it was a very short period of time for everyone concerned. Now other similar scenarios in my past do not affect me as such, so why this one? I didn’t give myself to these people. I can honestly say not one of them truly knew me, and in many instances I did not know them. Any pain caused to me I have accepted as a result of my own submissiveness. But even with all this in my mind, I can’t contemplate that they don’t think of me, even just a smidge. I honestly don’t care if these people are in my life or not but I still spend a day every now and then wishing one of them would just call cause their fucken curious to know what the hell happened to me. Maybe I just want to stick it to them? “Look at me. ME! Finally found (was there the whole time, who would of thought)”.

Maybe over time it fades…but hasn’t there been enough time? I don’t care about them (just my usual curiosity that I would have over anyone who has played a part, even a bit part, in my life), so why should they care about me?

Cause I’m fucken wonderful, that’s why…lol…problem with gaining self worth I guess. Seems everything has a bit of a down side…Ying and Yang man!

Happiness

1. The quality or state of being happy.
2. Good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy.

Once I start using the dictionary it takes a bit of control to stop…but I’ll try.

As mentioned above, life has decided to keep me on my toes. Just as I had settled into a lifestyle, the powers that be set me a curve ball. Now this is not a bad thing, accepting is just hard.

The majority of the time, I’m happy, and this is very strange for me. The times I’m not happy are usually when I’m alone picking at my happiness (for how can “I” be happy?). It’s all strange and I’m a bit scared and not quite sure what to do.

I’m trying not to over analyse the whole situation but my mind refuses to turn off when I’m alone and I refuse to give up alone time cause what my “self-discovery” has made me realise is that I am quite content and capable being on my own (plus no one likes everything that you do).So it’s just one more thing I have to come to terms with…”you’re happy, fucken deal with it (why are all the things I have to “come to terms with” are actually good for me? You’d think the shit bits of life would be hard to accept)!”.

I guess I just don’t know if I can take another hit. I mean there’s only one way to truly know if I can and, if I’m lucky, I might never know…but could I sit back and never test it?

Change is hard…not changing is just fucken boring.

Now the worst part is that previously my life was on an even scale. I felt the same about everything...I was coasting and quite content. Now that a part of my life is lighter, the rest falls into the depths. In other words...I REALLY FUCKEN HATE MY JOB! I feel as if it's sucking out my soul through a straw of jagged glass...now I know how good I can feel, I realise how bad this is (maybe that’s why accepting my happiness is so difficult, have some resentment over experiencing something greater than I have in the past).

So, once again, I’m contemplating a change of career (to actually having one). I really hate it when I do this, as it drive’s me up the fucken wall. Ever since I was sixteen people have been asking, “What do you want to do with your life?”. And every time I have no fucken clue. I know the difference between a hobby and a profession. I know that to make money (well, enough money) you can not love your job completely. I accept this, but still have no idea how to make money and be happy at the same time. All I want is some direction, cause standing in the middle of a major intersection, with multiple turn off’s, and asked to pick a direction without the aid of street signs is how I feel about the whole bloody mess.

I know I don’t want an office job…I’d love to physically do something. So I might actually think I’ve contributed to something…anything. But what? Everything I think of has a down side…maybe I’m just scared of changing…I’ve been doing the same crap since I was seventeen…

Does my fucken head in every time!

Change is hard…not changing would probably kill all that is me.