Sunday, November 29, 2009

Headspace Reunion

This blog was primarly started to immortalize my adventures last year with headspace, so it would be a crime to not write about the reunion now.
day 1 (friday): Got woken up and told that if I wanted to get a ride into town I would have to go at 10. My bus leaves at 12:40. I spend the next hour or two on the waterfront enjoying the glorious day and blistering heat by sitting on a bench with my vaguely fem bag, watching the ferrys while absentmindedly fiddling with my... rubics cube.
I get no word from Jo during this time, no matter how many texts I send her. She's catching the same bus as me to Tauranga. As the time arrives to leave still no word from Jo. I get on the bus and waylay the driver for as long as possible. Still no reply from Jo. I presume she's dead, or at the very least immobile somewhere in a ditch.
Just as I'm getting out of town she texts saying that she's been texting the wrong number the whole time, she saw us pull away. STINKASAURUS.
Spend the rest of the trip wondering what Tauranga looks like and whether or not my bus is going in the right direction.

Get there at about 4, where I spend some cool hangout time with Mark. We change the tires on the old Headspace van, still sporting scars from its year spent with us.

Then I got sleepy and decided to do the rest of this post later.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Why do I want kids?

This was an interesting question posed to me by long standing mathematician Matthew Rust. While on the subject of children he queried me, and after I told him not to try any more gay shit on me he asked me why I wanted kids. Wow. That joke just made this whole first paragraph sound.. dirty.

So being the stubborn person I am I side stepped the question cause honestly it isn't something I haven't put a whole lot of thought into.
"Do you want kids just because thats what you have been told/or always just expected." I can't remember the exact words he said, something to that effect. So now I have composed a list from point A to point Z on why I think I want kids.

A: The process of making children has always appealed to me.

B: I have always wanted little clones of me, since cloning technology hasn't developed that far yet ill settle for the old method of making people that vaguely resemble me.

C: It'l give me something to do apart from eating/sleeping/working/dieing.

D: Someones gonna have to look after me in my old age, and I don't think my own parents would be up to the job by then.

E: I want to battle my children against other children to see who's got superior genes.

F: Gives me an excuse to hang around highschool girls again later on in life.

G: Gives me an excuse to act like a child again myself.

H: Gives me an excuse to wake up every few hours and get grumpy at something apart from car alarms.

I: I want to name something "Morpheus" and I don't want to waste it on something stupid like a pet or inanimate object.

J: Want something to love.

K: I don't think there are enough Taylors on the planet yet.

L: Want to show the world I'm serious about having a million babies.

M: Need child to fix and work all the electronic wizardry that will obviously exist in the future that doesn't exist now and I wont be bothered learning myself.

N: I want to lie to something that would believe anything, and I'm afraid other parents will correct all the mistruths I put into the heads of their own kids.

O: Want to be that dad that kind of frightens the boyfriends of ma daughters.

P: am thankful that I'm alive and assume that they would be to.

Q: Want to see what I missed when I popped out. I don't really remember it, I don't mind having a slightly different point of view either.

R: Want to show woman who's boss by indirectly inflicting great physical pain on them lovingly.

S: Send them to music lessons that they'l absolutely hate until later on in life when they come to be thankful for it.

T: Because it was built into us to procreate, and who am I to argue with that?

U: now that Matts challenged me on this I can't NOT have kids.

V: want to bless the world with the fruits of my loin.

W: Not abort them and say "These are the ones that are going to cure cancer."

X: 'cause their cute

Y: wants to know for certain if a babies first poo is green and sticky.

Z: Why do I want kids? "Because I can. (With a little help)"