1000 a day or die

I’m still sick. I have been oozing seven shades of mucos and hacking up my left lung for what feels like days now, with no end in sight. And somehow yesterday whilst curled in on myself on the lounge with a hot mug of tea and a book, I was actually inspired. 

I dragged out the laptop and my fingers flew at the speed of a fast snail (which is break neck speed when your head is full of sinus congestion and a thousand tiny red hot hammers pounding away)

But I did it. I wrote 1100 words and the best part is I like them all. I don’t know what they are a part of, or where exactly they fit in, but it’s there, finally, bubbling just beneath the surface breaking free in mini spurts between body wracking spasms.

 I only hope I can finish before I am well, or at least hold onto the cloudiness in my head so the words can free fall until I am done.  If not, I’ll get my small boy to breathe all over me. “Come make mummy sick so she can write…” Now there’s a writing method that warrants some examination.

Don’t poo poo on my apocolypse

I’m not entirely convinced about Global Warming. I just find it all seriously funky. Maybe someday, when more conclusive evidence based on actual data as opposed to “models of what might happen” comes to light, perhaps I’ll be more on the GW bandwagon.

Having said that, being ecologically friendly is something I think every body should take on board. Carbon footprints aside, I ask you, what about our serious problem as a disposable society? Where the hell are we supposed to keep putting this crap we throw away without a second thought? My biggest beef is probably disposable nappies. I loathe those things and they DO NOT break down. (Unless you fork out the bucks for eco-bots.)

I know they are convenient. I know sometimes, babies have reactions to cloth nappies. (Sometimes it’s because they are sensitive to a particular type of cloth nappy, there are more than one. My kids did not like the terri-towel style ones, but the flannel was wonderful.Sometimes it’s what we wash them in that’s the problem) But seriously, if you think about how many disposable nappies you use on one baby throughout its journey to potty training…..times that by however many babies there are out there….and just try to imagine all those nappies in a landfill somewhere….factor in that most disposable nappies DO NOT break down, they will still be there 100 years from now….what are we going to do? Make a pyramid of them and name it one of the sevens wonders of the futuristic world?

If Al Gore wants a great scaremongering campaign to prop up his fledging political career  celebrity profile (I say that loosely) then why not focus on the rise of the killer nappies? We are choking our world with plastic wrapped baby ass funk.

I find that far more frightening than the hypothesis that the earth is warming and we are all going to die. (Of course we are, December 21, 2012. So long as we all clear our schedules, we are penciled in for annihilation.)

I wonder, can preserved baby poop survive the apocalypse?