Life in 2D/3D

Badaunt quite often posts photos of the things she finds at Flea Markets, and i've always been a bit jealous, because we don't really have flea markets here. We have a lot of hippy markets (which i assume are similar) but they're not nearly as fun as the flea markets look.

Hippy markets are mostly a bunch of almost-homeless people who sit around smoking pot, giving each other henna tattoos and ignoring the supportive benefits of a bra. They weave things and tye-dye things and then try to sell them to you amidst inane conversation that is dotted with the terms "man" & "trippy" & "far out......"

I was always jealous that we couldn't have a good old 'flea market' where you could just buy stuff and not have to worry about accidentally overdosing by eating what you thought was a normal lunch. I was jealous, that was, until i found out where the name 'Flea Market' came from.

The name Flea Market originates from the very first street market, which was nicknamed the 'flea' market because of the flea-infested state of the clothing, rags etc. sold there.

Finding this out has really narrowed my options. Pot smoking hippies vs. Flea ridden wares. It's not much of a choice. I think i might have to stick to internet shopping.

I've decided that i'm not going to write a big blog about why i haven't been around much lately; i figure that will probably just be boring and it will manage to work it's way in to most of my entries anyway. instead i'm going to tell you a story that will make you realise how wonderful and innocent i am...Actually I think they call it naive. Anyway, To tell this story, i'm going to go completely against what i just said and cover one of the reasons why i haven't been blogging. (Alright, so i'm a liar, i admit it!)

One of the reasons i've been busy lately is because i've been having some medical-type-tests done. Nothing super serious, but of the kind that mean you have to go to a hospital to get them done. Since they don't really tell you a whole lot about what's going to go on during your tests, my sister decided it would be a wise idea to pull out her medical text-book (she's studying some kind of bone/muscle manipulate-ey type of thing) and see what we could find. Needless to say we ended up learning about countless other things instead of this, because the book is full of illustrations and photographs and while flicking, you can't help but become distracted.

After a bit of cringing/giggling/horror, we came across a diagram (beautifully illustrated) of someone having their prostate checked. A very large subheading declared it to be a "Digital Rectal Examination". My sister thought this was an hilarious name for it, but I, in my wonderful purity and innocence, had no idea why they would call it a 'digital' examination. My mind went immediately to digital clocks, digital radios etc. It wasn't until my sister explained it to me that it clicked.

So there you have it, i'm naive and innocent and unable to conceive of the idea of doctors creating 'code-names' for sticking things into peoples bodily orifices.
Honestly, why not just call it what it is instead of wasting all that time thinking up ridiculous names that no one will ever remember....

This is sort of a placeholder blog entry. It's not really a blog entry, because it isn't really about anything interesting (although it is arguable that this is pretty standard for my blog entries), It's more  of an entry to say "watch this space". I will be back to blogging & hopefully soon, but am currently unable to do a lot of the things that i normally would.
Why, you ask? Well i'm going to leave that as a mystery, something for you to puzzle over until i get back. Then I can get some joy out of the crashing disappointment that will emanate over the web when the 'mystery' is revealed as being something incredibly dull.

*interesting fact* I am currently burning a candle that was a gift, but has the unfortunate trait of smelling exactly like a toilet air freshener spray.