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Saturday, 14 January 2012

Rock-Paper-Scissors

Okay, well, besides being a simple game in your pre-adolescent years before the novelty of learning other not-so-subtle hand gestures takes precedent, Rock-Paper-Scissors was/is a timeless and expedient way to settle an argument. I'm amazed how often we use it in my household. In fact, I decided to post this blog because I was curious why the 'rock-off' had become such a go-to after years of flipping coins or pulling straws.
And then it hit me. Wikipedia knows everything.
Apparently this little game of chance has been around since the Ming Dynasty. Jackie Chan's ancestors have been throwing fists at each other for centuries and I've only just realised its gross potential in the last few years!
But alas I think Rock-Paper-Scissors has reached popularity because it doesn't need props and there's no risk of injury (unless you take losing badly). If you decide to go with other methods like flipping coins, it could get dangerous if you're in a shitty mood and out to damage your opponent. Plus there's the risk of a lighter wallet for the donating sucker. Option two involves using plucked straws, but that seems like a lot of work, and in the movies, the unlucky chap with the short straw almost always ends up dead (fictional circumstances completely irrelevant here). And of course if you fancy something more traditional, you can always roll dice and hazard a guess on the winning numbers - apparently  it's still all the rage in casinos ...
*winks*
Anyway, I love the 'rock-off' because I almost always win. See, there's a misconception that 'Rock' is the best choice to take the win, mostly because of it's strength and high probability of being used. For one it kicks 'Scissors' ass or often ends up in a stand off against another 'Rock' user resulting in a take two situation.
I'm a 'Paper' girl.
I mean really, how often does anyone whip out 'Scissors' (except serial killers and crazy stalkers)? And since paper wraps rock ... the trash is always taken out by hubby, I hardly ever have to do the dishes and I haven't had to weed the garden in months. God bless the solidarity of the 'Rock' abuser.
Happy gambling.

Kristy ;)

Friday, 13 January 2012

Follow Friday #15

Happy Friday everyone!
Yes, it’s that time of week again where bloggers unite to participate in the Follow Friday venture. The idea behind #FF is to promote traffic to your own blog, make new friends with other like-minded bloggers and discuss new and interesting topics each week.
Participating is simple. First you need to follow my blog because I’m totally awesome, then you can follow me on Twitter @kristyberridge (actually you don’t have to do this, it’s wishful thinking), but do follow my blog or assassins will get you …
Then you must follow our illustrious hosts Rachel of http://www.parajunkee.com/ and Alison of http://www.alisoncanread.com/ If you want more details on how to enter your own blog in the follow and hop, all directions are on their webpages
Now, once you’ve followed, check out my answer to this week’s questions and don’t forget to leave a comment so I can do the right thing and follow you back!

This Week's Question: Many readers/bloggers are also big music fans. Tell us about a few of your favourite bands/singers that we should listen to in 2012.

Answer: Well, I love all types of music. Wait. I take that back. I freaking hate Country and Western. 
I'm so sorry if you're a fan, but when I hear it, I automatically think that a cat is dying and start looking around for the noisy little bugger to put out of their misery. But, since this week we're talking about our favourite bands/singers I can't really give you a definitive answer. Most of the time I fall in love with a song because there's something about it that motivates me, makes me smile, or like Billy Joel's 'Uptown Girl' - makes me want to mop the floor.
At the moment I'm loving One Republic's 'Good Life'. It may not be a new song, but it makes me pluck a grin as wide as my bum. Why don't you check it out and see if it makes you smile too.


Have a great weekend everyone!

Kristy :)

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Office Politics

I hate politics.
Actually, I think a lot of people do. In my case it's not who's pretending to run the country, which state leader is hooking up with their secretary, or which foreign minister asks Chinese delegates when they discovered sushi. It's the politics around the home or office, the status quo among colleagues, friends and family. It's the search for supremacy in an otherwise tiny pond of fish that don't want to be eaten by the shark.


So what are all these metaphors you ask? Well, truthfully I like using them, so I'm not about to stop anytime soon, but I am curious ... curious about others' take on what happens when the pond suddenly gets frosty and the shark has an insatiable appetite? (Sorry, couldn't help myself)
I suspect there are options, some more viable than others, most of which I could never entertain because I'm most likely the fish swimming at the bottom of the pond, trying to stay clear of the feeding frenzy. Yes, that makes me a pussy, not a fish, but I'm rolling with the seafood theme tonight.
Anyway, you've got Option one - Swim right up to that shark, blow bubbles in its face and tell it you're not on the dinner menu tonight. (Ramifications include; immediate ingestion, teeth in rear fins when turning your back, or standoff averted - the shark has bigger fish to fry)
Wow - I really can't help myself ...
Okay, Option two - Slap that shark with a nearby tuna. You don't want to be eaten, so throw someone else into the sashimi roll, because lets face it, tuna is delicious. (Ramifications include; seriously pissed off tuna and lonely nights in the pond)
Option three - Pretend everything is a-okay in these murky waters and completely ignore the going ons around you. (Ramifications include; I really can't think of any)
So, as you can tell I'm all about the deny, deny, deny. This pretty much suits me just fine, because you know what? Life is way too short to worry about the shark pond you probably shouldn't be swimming in. Life's also way too short to talk about politics.

Kristy ;)