The irony is a hard ingredient to miss, though. While the programme choices expand faster than our growing waistlines, the world as a whole is facing increasing challenges born out of food shortage, hunger and poverty. It's enough to leave a bad taste in your mouth.
You know it's time to question your own sanity when the whole flag debate has you hoping you never see a flag again as long as you live. The FCP, Flag Consideration Panel, aka Four Complete Plonkers, haven't exactly done us proud with their final four picks. Two are almost identical, but for a slight colour change, and one is almost an arranged marriage of both the National and Labour party branding. It's meant to represent the people and the country, not its politics or politicians. And if it must include the iconic silver fern, do it justice and make it silver. If ever we needed that "No 8 wire ingenuity" it's now. Out with the old and the new, I say. At this point, flying Richie McCaw's undies would make more sense than what's on offer.
It's time to question the world's sanity and its apparent obsession with acronyms. OMG, WTF ... it's hard to keep up and at times it can also prove to be pretty confusing. There's over four million of these little suckers, IDK, we may have to look at extending the alphabet to offer more choice and limit the chance of double-up.
My BFF was attacked by a SWM, he assaulted her and stole her MP4 and her PSP. She jumped in her SUV and drove to the SVU with the help of her GPS. The CSI came up with nothing and there was no DNA to enter into the FBI database. My BFF gave them a VG description of the UN-SUB though and the LAPD phoned to give her the latest 411. They had picked the PERP on the roadside. He was waiting for the AAA. They gave him a RBT which he failed. They also found traces of THC.
They recovered her MP4 and the PSP, sentenced him to CS and ordered him to attend AA and NA. The story, of course, is BS but it serves as a good EG.
Never mind not seeing the wood for the trees, these days it's hard to see the words for the letters. It's all become a bit OTT for me.
And finally, you know it's time to question your own sanity when, in your heart of hearts, you believe another recently spawned acronym, the TPP, is short for Tee-Pee Pee. Until I knew better I seriously thought it was the latest addition to glamping. Please don't judge me until you've spent a day in my head. Trust me, you'll be forever changed.
I really did think it was a stylish version of a wig-wam with an ensuite and it all made perfect sense to me. More than that, it appealed. I could actually picture myself, riverside in the evening, stepping out of my snug, posh tee-pee to toast marshmallows on the camp fire, without the need to run off in the darkness to use communal bathroom facilities.
Upon finding out what TPP really stood for, I was almost grateful for my strange and vivid imagination. Even stranger, it could be more beneficial to our economy as well.
Proof that a little bit of crazy isn't always a bad thing. Until next time, smile loudly and remember, YOLO, LOL, TTFN and fly the new "flag" ... it fits "the brief" beautifully.
