I am away from home. Work takes me from my family and humble abode. The idea was that I was supposed to do some studying. That’s not really happening. Time is of the essence.
The job is the same as ever.
I miss my baby and my husband terribly, tremendously.
The weeks will merge eventually.
Count on it.
Outside the wind howls around the mountains.
Showing posts with label morbid interjection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label morbid interjection. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Influx
Just between us, I’m feeling a bit frustrated today.
I think I should have been or must have been a guy in my previous life. I’m less about listening compassionately about other people’s problems, and more about solving them.
That said, I think it’s no secret that the DH (darling husband) and I are in a bit of a financial bind. We have compiled our respective and combined budgets, we have compared figures, and we have come to conclusions. Our cashflow remains negative. And, not a little negative, a lot.
Now, if with every paycheque you get, you become poorer, that’s not an ideal situation. In fact, every month that our expenses exceed our income, means we are that much poorer. This is not sustainable behaviour. At some point, we are going to run out of assets. Our shares are dwindling as is.
It’s rather a bit of a no-brainer that getting the ole budget to balance means either decreasing expenditure, or increasing income.
It has been an uphill battle to find more lucrative jobs in the current economic downturn. (Can you really tell me no one needs someone with a BComm.?? Really???) Not even the government has anything available. I have been to websites and called recruitment agencies. Nothing.
I’m in the process of applying for extra work, part time. I also put the word out at the office (2 months ago) that I’ll take secondment jobs for the claims. It’s gonna suck, but it will be worth it. I have also made a new commitment to myself for passing the board exam next year. Surely, more qualifications will mean more lucrative opportunities.
There needs to be a place in the middle where our wants and dreams meet our financial prowess. I understand that. We want to have another baby soon. We want a bigger house. We want to… well, I want to go to Europe before I’m 30 for a 2 week tour of the museums. We need to be able to pay the mortgage. We need food for the kid and to save for the medical bills associated with a next kid.
The source of my slight irritation is … (I hate to say it) the DH.
Our situation is pretty dire, which he does not fully recognize. He doesn’t want to apply for every possible job, only the ones that interest him. (What, am I an auditor because I find it fascinating? NO.) He delays meetings and doesn’t make appointments. He doesn’t make the calls. He procrastinates. He is not interested in part time work. He doesn’t follow up on part time work.
From his behaviour, am I to assess that the situation is not as dire as the budgets show?
He doesn’t budget conservatively. I can’t go to Europe if saving for Europe is not in the budget. And, I can’t have another kid, if projected crèche costs are not included in the budget. A budget can’t not have some money over for incidental costs.
And, if the situation is thus, that we have to redistribute our expenses between each other, and I therefore have to make more money to make my wants happen, then I want to know. I want honesty.
He wants to move. Has he researched what this involves; the costs in moving? Neither of us has found a job in the big city. And we can’t move if only one of us has a job there. And the point is, we haven’t found anything; neither he nor I. It’s frustrating.
If we are not able to move in the next 2 months (which is the average time it takes to do so, once you’ve got the job), shouldn’t we adjust our spending? There are things we can do to break even. But, we don’t.
Now I look like the hypocrite because I had my hair done last week.
And, don’t tell me not to worry about the finances. Nothing irritates me more. It’s the “let’s just go on like nothing’s wrong” attitude that just grinds me and that gets people into a heap of debt and trouble. I’m financially literate, dammit. This is fixable.
I have a bunch of goals, and I don’t want to have to compromise them because we can’t manage our finances. And, I don’t want to be spending money we can’t afford to, because my expenses are covered, but my husband’s aren’t.
Yeah, you heard me. My expenses are covered. I’m getting extra work because WE aren’t breaking even. I suggested a redistribution of expenses, but was told not to worry. I don’t agree with this sort of leadership, if it can be called that at all.
He really wants to move, though. *sigh*
I think I should have been or must have been a guy in my previous life. I’m less about listening compassionately about other people’s problems, and more about solving them.
That said, I think it’s no secret that the DH (darling husband) and I are in a bit of a financial bind. We have compiled our respective and combined budgets, we have compared figures, and we have come to conclusions. Our cashflow remains negative. And, not a little negative, a lot.
Now, if with every paycheque you get, you become poorer, that’s not an ideal situation. In fact, every month that our expenses exceed our income, means we are that much poorer. This is not sustainable behaviour. At some point, we are going to run out of assets. Our shares are dwindling as is.
It’s rather a bit of a no-brainer that getting the ole budget to balance means either decreasing expenditure, or increasing income.
It has been an uphill battle to find more lucrative jobs in the current economic downturn. (Can you really tell me no one needs someone with a BComm.?? Really???) Not even the government has anything available. I have been to websites and called recruitment agencies. Nothing.
I’m in the process of applying for extra work, part time. I also put the word out at the office (2 months ago) that I’ll take secondment jobs for the claims. It’s gonna suck, but it will be worth it. I have also made a new commitment to myself for passing the board exam next year. Surely, more qualifications will mean more lucrative opportunities.
There needs to be a place in the middle where our wants and dreams meet our financial prowess. I understand that. We want to have another baby soon. We want a bigger house. We want to… well, I want to go to Europe before I’m 30 for a 2 week tour of the museums. We need to be able to pay the mortgage. We need food for the kid and to save for the medical bills associated with a next kid.
The source of my slight irritation is … (I hate to say it) the DH.
Our situation is pretty dire, which he does not fully recognize. He doesn’t want to apply for every possible job, only the ones that interest him. (What, am I an auditor because I find it fascinating? NO.) He delays meetings and doesn’t make appointments. He doesn’t make the calls. He procrastinates. He is not interested in part time work. He doesn’t follow up on part time work.
From his behaviour, am I to assess that the situation is not as dire as the budgets show?
He doesn’t budget conservatively. I can’t go to Europe if saving for Europe is not in the budget. And, I can’t have another kid, if projected crèche costs are not included in the budget. A budget can’t not have some money over for incidental costs.
And, if the situation is thus, that we have to redistribute our expenses between each other, and I therefore have to make more money to make my wants happen, then I want to know. I want honesty.
He wants to move. Has he researched what this involves; the costs in moving? Neither of us has found a job in the big city. And we can’t move if only one of us has a job there. And the point is, we haven’t found anything; neither he nor I. It’s frustrating.
If we are not able to move in the next 2 months (which is the average time it takes to do so, once you’ve got the job), shouldn’t we adjust our spending? There are things we can do to break even. But, we don’t.
Now I look like the hypocrite because I had my hair done last week.
And, don’t tell me not to worry about the finances. Nothing irritates me more. It’s the “let’s just go on like nothing’s wrong” attitude that just grinds me and that gets people into a heap of debt and trouble. I’m financially literate, dammit. This is fixable.
I have a bunch of goals, and I don’t want to have to compromise them because we can’t manage our finances. And, I don’t want to be spending money we can’t afford to, because my expenses are covered, but my husband’s aren’t.
Yeah, you heard me. My expenses are covered. I’m getting extra work because WE aren’t breaking even. I suggested a redistribution of expenses, but was told not to worry. I don’t agree with this sort of leadership, if it can be called that at all.
He really wants to move, though. *sigh*
Monday, June 29, 2009
An aggregated mind aggravated
(this post is about a month old. In the meantime, I feel better now)
I had a pretty hectic internal deadline today. I am currently struggling with some math formulas and various variances and it’s all just a little infuriating. I hate it when numbers refuse to add up for no apparent reason. It’s time to equip my detective hat and matching Sherlock pipe.
There is a popcorn kernel stuck in my teeth.
My job appears more dead-end every day. Fantasies and legends of more money and greener grass on the other side abound. Today I toyed with a recruitment website. It dawned on me fairly early on that me finding suitable employment elsewhere would be pointless if it’s not in close proximity to that of the spouse. Irritated, I abandoned that quest.
My house is not nearly as clean as I’d like it to be.
The exam I wrote on Saturday is a “no comment” sort of event. It wasn’t so devastating, nor was it a light summer breeze on a warm day. I have a glimmer of hope, but not much thereof. Of the 800 possible answers I memorised, only 1 appeared; the first question. And, I couldn’t remember the answer. That figures.
My qualifications are stagnating; there is no growth.
Is it too early in my life for me to be experiencing a mid life crisis? I don’t know. There is a clear lack of progress in my life. There is only stagnation. Every month I get broker, with the rumours of more money elsewhere ubiquitous. Locating such lucrative employment is another story entirely.
I remain fat.
At what point in my life should I be chasing contentment and joy in my career, if at all? Is this reserved for a select few? Is it only for the few financially free? Is generating income from elsewhere the only key to happiness? That cannot be. My qualifications and experience remain insufficient for the lifestyle I lead.
I’m broke.
I’m tired of feeling dumb. I’m tired of being a liability. I’m so very tired of wasting away my life. I don’t even know if not working would solve all my issues. I realise the only person in my life that can give me happiness, is me. I realise bitching has no positive function. I realise I’m wasting my time and therefore my life.
Maybe volunteer work is the answer: Art teacher for pre-schoolers? Perhaps.
I had a pretty hectic internal deadline today. I am currently struggling with some math formulas and various variances and it’s all just a little infuriating. I hate it when numbers refuse to add up for no apparent reason. It’s time to equip my detective hat and matching Sherlock pipe.
There is a popcorn kernel stuck in my teeth.
My job appears more dead-end every day. Fantasies and legends of more money and greener grass on the other side abound. Today I toyed with a recruitment website. It dawned on me fairly early on that me finding suitable employment elsewhere would be pointless if it’s not in close proximity to that of the spouse. Irritated, I abandoned that quest.
My house is not nearly as clean as I’d like it to be.
The exam I wrote on Saturday is a “no comment” sort of event. It wasn’t so devastating, nor was it a light summer breeze on a warm day. I have a glimmer of hope, but not much thereof. Of the 800 possible answers I memorised, only 1 appeared; the first question. And, I couldn’t remember the answer. That figures.
My qualifications are stagnating; there is no growth.
Is it too early in my life for me to be experiencing a mid life crisis? I don’t know. There is a clear lack of progress in my life. There is only stagnation. Every month I get broker, with the rumours of more money elsewhere ubiquitous. Locating such lucrative employment is another story entirely.
I remain fat.
At what point in my life should I be chasing contentment and joy in my career, if at all? Is this reserved for a select few? Is it only for the few financially free? Is generating income from elsewhere the only key to happiness? That cannot be. My qualifications and experience remain insufficient for the lifestyle I lead.
I’m broke.
I’m tired of feeling dumb. I’m tired of being a liability. I’m so very tired of wasting away my life. I don’t even know if not working would solve all my issues. I realise the only person in my life that can give me happiness, is me. I realise bitching has no positive function. I realise I’m wasting my time and therefore my life.
Maybe volunteer work is the answer: Art teacher for pre-schoolers? Perhaps.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
**sigh**
I’ve done maybe 2 or 3 hours of studying over a two week period. It’s worrying that I don’t feel like I’ve learned anything. I did a mock exam, did well, got 98%. Still don’t feel like I’ve really memorised anything. I have this feeling of impending doom if I don’t study the theory as well. Rote memorisation of questions is not the way to go in this instance.
I have this inability to study over weekends. This behaviour was cultivated from the very beginning of my academic career, when I was five. I’m a staunch believer in getting work done during the week (or, late Sunday nights, if it can’t be helped).
Today I feel lousy. I wish I could have just stayed at home with my baby and my husband. There is no time anymore. Every night is the same. Getting home, I pass out. It’s not even fair.
Anyway, just thought I’d bitch a bit. I’m worried about my studies. Studying during working hours is not a sustainable plan. And, I don’t get study leave. What a rip off.
I have this inability to study over weekends. This behaviour was cultivated from the very beginning of my academic career, when I was five. I’m a staunch believer in getting work done during the week (or, late Sunday nights, if it can’t be helped).
Today I feel lousy. I wish I could have just stayed at home with my baby and my husband. There is no time anymore. Every night is the same. Getting home, I pass out. It’s not even fair.
Anyway, just thought I’d bitch a bit. I’m worried about my studies. Studying during working hours is not a sustainable plan. And, I don’t get study leave. What a rip off.
Friday, October 3, 2008
a pregnant rant
No, no, I didn’t drop off the mortal coil or anything. I’ve just been a bit burdened under the epic load of work that I’ve been allocated. It happens.
(Well, that and a new addiction.)
As the weeks pass, my abdominal area has been steadily increasing in size. I look like the oros man; but less orange, more pale.
I’m looking forward to my next doctor’s visit, next week Wednesday; another sneak peak at the little princess in uterus-al comfort. The jury isn’t out yet on whether my partner in parenting will be able to accompany me. Leave benefits for impending parenthood sure are skewed.
For example, I get to claim sick leave every time I go for my monthly (well, 6 weekly, coz I can’t afford going monthly) doctor’s visits. The husband has to book annual leave if he wants to accompany me. Both of us only get 15 days annual a year. Now, is it fair that he has to miss hearing the heartbeat, seeing the scans, and holding my hand because of these outdated laws?
It annoys the living stuffing out of me that I may have to go to the next visit by myself; sit in the waiting room by myself; not have my significant other to share the oohs and aahs with. It’s ridiculous.
(Did I make the kid by myself? Noooooo.)
We don’t have any more annual leave, we got married this year. We only took 3 days each for that. Leave has to accumulate, you see.
Paternity leave vs. maternity leave: Correct me if I’m mistaken, but I think in this country, if an impending mom has worked for a company for a minimum of 1 year, she can get 4 months maternity. By law, the dad is only allowed a minimum of 3 days paternity leave. This is for when the spawnling makes it’s anxiously awaited appearance.
3 days.
I hear the 1st 6 weeks of post birth activity are the most demanding and emotionally and physically draining for the new mom. And, she has do it alone, coz the husband has to be at work? Why wasn’t I born a trust fund baby?
Don’t get me started on the expense!
Every visit costs a minimum of R1,200. Everything is billed separately. Doctor’s consultation. Blood test. Urine test. Sonar. It’s a brilliant money-making system. My ridiculous medical aid, while still usurping R1,200 per month from me before I even receive my pay cheque, has stopped paying these bills on the 1st visit. The reason? Benefits have been exhausted. You know, coz my day to day is only R1,280 per year. Per YEAR. That includes dental, doctors, optometrist, everything. It’s ridiculous. (The frame alone of my prior set of glasses was 2 grand. WTH?)
I am studying, pregnant, working. My disposable income after deductions is embarrassingly close to zero. It’s even negative some months. It makes me wonder what exactly the point to me working is. Coz, I don’t see any of the money. Most of it is deducted before it even reaches my bank account.
And, don’t get me started on the money making racket the bank is! Including but not limited to: Monthly “management” fees, stop order fees, “handling” fees, interest. My bank costs are close to R200 per month. And for WHAT?
Hey, I’m just trying to make an honest living here. The hubby and I are dual income, and living at his parents’ house for FREE, but making ends meet is becoming a nightmarish ordeal.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I didn’t do the research or something. I went to every banking website and compared costs for all the products I use. Guess what – they all put the screws on the same. If one’s interest rate is 1% higher or lower, they just make up the difference on the annual “card fee” or “management fees”. The differences between them are negligible. Therefore, it’s not worth the effort (and cost!) of switching banks.
The medical aid is compulsory.
The studies (at a grand a month) are also compulsory. It’s in the old service contract.
Tax is also compulsory.
So, what if I just quit my job? Yikes.
-I suppose I could go to government health institutions for free. Maybe contract TB in the waiting room, HIV by inadequately trained staff in inadequately staffed and stocked clinics.
- I suppose I could queue all day for a week in a room full of sick people, on a first come first served basis, it’s not like I’d be working.
- I wouldn’t be able to afford to study any further, therefore making the chartered accountancy designation evade me forever, despite the LARGE need for more of those in this country. I don’t know why education is so expensive anyway.
- No more work, no more tax for the government to misspend, or corrupt politicians to line their pockets with. (Don’t get me started on the mismanagement of tax funds. I see it every day in my occupation. It’s SCARY: Unqualified people making questionable, fraudulent and illegal choices.)
People who DO go to the free clinics pay absolutely nothing. They get their consultations, procedures 100% free. There isn’t even a co-pay. Whereas the tax paying citizens are not only paying outrageous amounts in tax (not really paying, more like the money gets jacked before you even get your pay cheque), but are forced to join costly medical aids, and then still pay for medical care, as the funds just don’t cover the medical basics.
I’m just broke, tired, uncomfortable and irritable. Don’t mind me.
Post script
In this country, it is illegal for an employer to make a husband work while his wife/girlfriend/mother of his child is in labour. Comforting. Barely.
(Well, that and a new addiction.)
As the weeks pass, my abdominal area has been steadily increasing in size. I look like the oros man; but less orange, more pale.
I’m looking forward to my next doctor’s visit, next week Wednesday; another sneak peak at the little princess in uterus-al comfort. The jury isn’t out yet on whether my partner in parenting will be able to accompany me. Leave benefits for impending parenthood sure are skewed.
For example, I get to claim sick leave every time I go for my monthly (well, 6 weekly, coz I can’t afford going monthly) doctor’s visits. The husband has to book annual leave if he wants to accompany me. Both of us only get 15 days annual a year. Now, is it fair that he has to miss hearing the heartbeat, seeing the scans, and holding my hand because of these outdated laws?
It annoys the living stuffing out of me that I may have to go to the next visit by myself; sit in the waiting room by myself; not have my significant other to share the oohs and aahs with. It’s ridiculous.
(Did I make the kid by myself? Noooooo.)
We don’t have any more annual leave, we got married this year. We only took 3 days each for that. Leave has to accumulate, you see.
Paternity leave vs. maternity leave: Correct me if I’m mistaken, but I think in this country, if an impending mom has worked for a company for a minimum of 1 year, she can get 4 months maternity. By law, the dad is only allowed a minimum of 3 days paternity leave. This is for when the spawnling makes it’s anxiously awaited appearance.
3 days.
I hear the 1st 6 weeks of post birth activity are the most demanding and emotionally and physically draining for the new mom. And, she has do it alone, coz the husband has to be at work? Why wasn’t I born a trust fund baby?
Don’t get me started on the expense!
Every visit costs a minimum of R1,200. Everything is billed separately. Doctor’s consultation. Blood test. Urine test. Sonar. It’s a brilliant money-making system. My ridiculous medical aid, while still usurping R1,200 per month from me before I even receive my pay cheque, has stopped paying these bills on the 1st visit. The reason? Benefits have been exhausted. You know, coz my day to day is only R1,280 per year. Per YEAR. That includes dental, doctors, optometrist, everything. It’s ridiculous. (The frame alone of my prior set of glasses was 2 grand. WTH?)
I am studying, pregnant, working. My disposable income after deductions is embarrassingly close to zero. It’s even negative some months. It makes me wonder what exactly the point to me working is. Coz, I don’t see any of the money. Most of it is deducted before it even reaches my bank account.
And, don’t get me started on the money making racket the bank is! Including but not limited to: Monthly “management” fees, stop order fees, “handling” fees, interest. My bank costs are close to R200 per month. And for WHAT?
Hey, I’m just trying to make an honest living here. The hubby and I are dual income, and living at his parents’ house for FREE, but making ends meet is becoming a nightmarish ordeal.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I didn’t do the research or something. I went to every banking website and compared costs for all the products I use. Guess what – they all put the screws on the same. If one’s interest rate is 1% higher or lower, they just make up the difference on the annual “card fee” or “management fees”. The differences between them are negligible. Therefore, it’s not worth the effort (and cost!) of switching banks.
The medical aid is compulsory.
The studies (at a grand a month) are also compulsory. It’s in the old service contract.
Tax is also compulsory.
So, what if I just quit my job? Yikes.
-I suppose I could go to government health institutions for free. Maybe contract TB in the waiting room, HIV by inadequately trained staff in inadequately staffed and stocked clinics.
- I suppose I could queue all day for a week in a room full of sick people, on a first come first served basis, it’s not like I’d be working.
- I wouldn’t be able to afford to study any further, therefore making the chartered accountancy designation evade me forever, despite the LARGE need for more of those in this country. I don’t know why education is so expensive anyway.
- No more work, no more tax for the government to misspend, or corrupt politicians to line their pockets with. (Don’t get me started on the mismanagement of tax funds. I see it every day in my occupation. It’s SCARY: Unqualified people making questionable, fraudulent and illegal choices.)
People who DO go to the free clinics pay absolutely nothing. They get their consultations, procedures 100% free. There isn’t even a co-pay. Whereas the tax paying citizens are not only paying outrageous amounts in tax (not really paying, more like the money gets jacked before you even get your pay cheque), but are forced to join costly medical aids, and then still pay for medical care, as the funds just don’t cover the medical basics.
I’m just broke, tired, uncomfortable and irritable. Don’t mind me.
Post script
In this country, it is illegal for an employer to make a husband work while his wife/girlfriend/mother of his child is in labour. Comforting. Barely.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
i am just a statistic
so, this morning, i woke up on the wrong side of the crime statistic.
It seems that somehow, someone, or sometwo, managed to smash the back passenger window of my car, driver's side, and steal my radio. the whole thing. face, back part - everything. there is a gaping hole where my beloved cd/mp3 player used to be. and soon, there will be a 2 grand hole in my pocket, to replace said radio.
It's funny, (funny weird, not funny haha) that of the 3 cars outside (in the carport, inside the fenced yard), mine was the only affected one. It's funny that none of my (hard rock / metal) cd's were taken. And, it is funny that the cash in the middle (couple coins in change) was not taken either. It boggles my mind that they even got into the yard. (wonder if the dogs were in the back...) They must've gotten over the fence somehow... i don't know.
on the upside, (yes, i can manufacture an upside - positive influence my husband is having on me) - this is forcing me to have my windshield replaced, which has 2 chips in it. It was a protest based on principle - i had paid the car servicing place to "fix" one of the chips, they took my money, i dont know if they ever did the job, coz that chip just spread it's broken wings. so, now that i have to have the back window replaced, may as well do the front. more cash munny out the window. ha ha.
the 2nd upside, is that my car was still there this morning. alas, the insurance won't pay for any of this. my car, that i pay for, is in my dad's name (better rates). so, this is all for my account. sigh. it woulda sucked if i didnt have a car at all anymore. i love that car.
crime sucks. what'd i ever do to whoever did that. i just work hard, study hard, and try to make ends meet. i don't party or drink, or smoke, or whore around. but, i'd bet the people who steal do.
just another day.
It seems that somehow, someone, or sometwo, managed to smash the back passenger window of my car, driver's side, and steal my radio. the whole thing. face, back part - everything. there is a gaping hole where my beloved cd/mp3 player used to be. and soon, there will be a 2 grand hole in my pocket, to replace said radio.
It's funny, (funny weird, not funny haha) that of the 3 cars outside (in the carport, inside the fenced yard), mine was the only affected one. It's funny that none of my (hard rock / metal) cd's were taken. And, it is funny that the cash in the middle (couple coins in change) was not taken either. It boggles my mind that they even got into the yard. (wonder if the dogs were in the back...) They must've gotten over the fence somehow... i don't know.
on the upside, (yes, i can manufacture an upside - positive influence my husband is having on me) - this is forcing me to have my windshield replaced, which has 2 chips in it. It was a protest based on principle - i had paid the car servicing place to "fix" one of the chips, they took my money, i dont know if they ever did the job, coz that chip just spread it's broken wings. so, now that i have to have the back window replaced, may as well do the front. more cash munny out the window. ha ha.
the 2nd upside, is that my car was still there this morning. alas, the insurance won't pay for any of this. my car, that i pay for, is in my dad's name (better rates). so, this is all for my account. sigh. it woulda sucked if i didnt have a car at all anymore. i love that car.
crime sucks. what'd i ever do to whoever did that. i just work hard, study hard, and try to make ends meet. i don't party or drink, or smoke, or whore around. but, i'd bet the people who steal do.
just another day.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Brief interjection
The spawning of this blog was a direct result of a feeling of misdirection and general confusion. I felt this new development deserved it's own venting space. A new creation for a new life. And, as such, this did not belong in the padded cage.
So, therefore, herewith, the lunar eclipse / making of / progression of --> a hybrid baby. Or, where ebony meets ivory - an unexpected clash. Or, new beginnings. Or, the life and times of spontaneous unplanned implantation of a hybrid kind. Or, Ye olde hybred bastardisatione.
I figured "Hybrid theory" would probably have copyright issues attached. Who woulda thunk it. I sure as L didn't.
And, therefore, i now present, from a barren wasteland of fruitlessness: the prodigious progeny of prolific proportions.
(Pardon all the puns...)
So, therefore, herewith, the lunar eclipse / making of / progression of --> a hybrid baby. Or, where ebony meets ivory - an unexpected clash. Or, new beginnings. Or, the life and times of spontaneous unplanned implantation of a hybrid kind. Or, Ye olde hybred bastardisatione.
I figured "Hybrid theory" would probably have copyright issues attached. Who woulda thunk it. I sure as L didn't.
And, therefore, i now present, from a barren wasteland of fruitlessness: the prodigious progeny of prolific proportions.
(Pardon all the puns...)
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