Wednesday, November 17, 2004

The electric push button banking machine

I don't use it a lot as I often get cash via eftpos at the supermarket. But today I needed some cash from a nearby machine and it wasn't working, so I went inside the bank and was served by a real person. It was fun, and she asked how hot it was outside.

It was a totally positive experience and the money seems just as good as the money that comes from the electric push button banking machine. Well, it worked alright today anyway, maybe tomorrow it will be rejected. No, forgot, I've spent it you do.

There was no wait in the bank, unlike you often have to at the electic push button banking machine. I held out a long time against using the electric push button banking machine, although I used the facility often when the bank was closed. But if the bank was open, I would queue along with the pensioners. Mostly it was so that I could get the denominations of notes that I needed. And for a short time before it became too expensive for them, they offered $5 if you had to wait more than 5? minutes. That was a bit profitable for me.

Now, with internet banking and eftpos, you don't need to go to the bank at all, except to ask them to switch your credit card debit to the mortgage. Life is good and no nonsense about chickens on perches at nightfall or whatever please.

Monday, November 15, 2004

Gotta vote

My politics are clear in my head. It is not troublesome for me to vote in Federal and State elections.

But local council elections are a bit harder. One person who hopes to represent our ward, Emerald Hill, in the City of Port Phillip, is totally unkown to me. I don't even know if he is the slightly famous Andrew Demetriou or a lesser known Andrew Demetriou. He has done nothing to get his policies out to his prospective constituents that I have noticed. Unfortuanately it costs personal money to get in touch with electors and maybe he is disadvantaged by this. Good on him for having a go.

Next up is sitting councillor, Peter Logan. I am somewhat a council botherer and he has always responded to any email I have sent him and assisted in some minor matters in our area. I think he is an honourable and hard working councillor, decent bloke and knows how things in local government work. I have no idea of his politics and it does not seem relevant anyway.

Now we peoples in St Kilda Rd consider we are neglected peoples by council and don't get our fair share of the rate pie. Our building, occupying maybe two large house blocks, must generate rates of more than $100,000 and precious little is spent in our street. I feel we got a much better deal when we lived in a private house in Balaclava. Councillor Logan has made no mention of St Kilda Rd residents, except I do know he has been working for a pedestrian bridge across Queens Road for local residents to access Albert Park.

Then we have someone who it would seem is targeting St Kilda Rd residents for their vote. He is Donovan Jacka and those who know about football probably know he was an AFL footballer. I am more interested in his name and wonder if he is connected to the St Kilda foreshore road, Jacka Boulevard. But as said, he is paying particular attention to St K Rd and nearby residents. Pop his name into google and there is quite a list for him. He aknowledges his connection to the Labor Party. He has made the right noises in email exchanges, without promising anything. He is young, fresh and energetic. He went through the right channels to get his promotional material into our letter boxes (maybe Councillor Logan did too). So this bloke really strokes our pussy, so to speak.

I am also entitled to vote in Alma Ward, but sitting incumbent, gay, does good works, ex mayor, Labour Party member, Darren Ray will be re-elected so even if I did vote against him, he will win. Not that I would.

It is rare, but my pencil will be quivering come the time to put a cross the box.

Sunday, November 14, 2004

Pet story

We used to have pets and I would love to have a dog again. We walk in Fawkner Park and see the dogs running and being very dog like and it gives me a lot of pleasure.

No matter how posh the owners are, and how well bred and groomed they are, they still sniff each others asses.

First was Toby, the pup from some animal home in Kilsyth and he was nearly the last too. He was black, ugly (dogs always look like their owners), not big or small and was easily distracted. I am sure he liked us as he was devoted to us, unless something more interesting came along. He destroyed our newly plated native garden in East Malvern. We can thank him for that. He was hard work, but we loved him deeply.

Next was Thomas from a friend, a large black and white cat and so affectionate he used to dribble when you patted and stroked him. We were very fond of him too and he got on very well with Toby.

Tuffy, the next cat had been treated badly, and behaved as such. We looked after him well, and occasionally repaid with some affection, but he was quite distant. Another reject from a friend.

Last was Jessie, the west hightland white terrier. We had one before they were even fashionabable. She had medical problems throughout her life and we ended up giving her to a friend in the country. She was pure bred with papers and cost us $350, cheap nowdays, but it was quite a lot at the time. She was sickenly affectionate.

Um, and as a companion for Toby for a couple of days, we had a Staffordshire bull terrier from the north melbourne lost dogs home. As a single pet, she would have been fine, but she busted up the dog enclosure, attatcked Toby through jealousy, so we had to take her back. She was a nice but inappropriate dog. I cried when I returned her.

What they all had in common was that they would release their body excretas, sometimes inappropriately and not where water would wash them away like us humans. Piss, vomit, shit, snot, drool, bile, phlegm and saliva. If you are not a pet owner and are tempted, then take note.

We lived in Burwood for only 18 months or so, but both cats went then. Tuffy was obviously very unwell and quite old. When he stopped eating, we took him to the vet and the deed was done.

Thomas went to a neighbours place for a few days and lay under a bush when he felt unwell and we were very fretfull over his dissapearance. The neighbour returned him and another very sad trip to the vet.

Jessie was a wondeful dog to take for a walk. Everyone spoke to you about her. But as said, she had medical problems through her life and died at the hand of a vet in the country through some cancer. How many $$$ did you cost us Jess?

We took Toby for a last walk to Alma Park. He staggered around, blind and arthritic and shaky. We lifted him back into the car and took him to the vet to do what had to be done and we cried and we cried and we cried. And I am crying now at the memory.

I was gonna write something humorous about pets. I shall leave it for another time.