Coffee and Banoffi

Rose:  Ive got a great idea!

Sheila:  What is it RoseMaaaaary?

Rose:  Lets go out for banoffi pie and coffee!  Ive been dying for it since last Wednesday, but didn't wanna say anything.

Sheila:  Wha?  Why would you keep that to yourself for 6 days?

Rose:  Well, because, you know.....you know?

Sheila:  No Rose, I don't know.

Rose:  Well, ok.  Remember the last time Eric called over, he brought a banoffi pie with him, and later on you were all upset and were crying and roaring and screaming at him and demanded that he leave the room or you'd throw him out... then you threw the pie on the floor and YOU ended up leaving the room, and then storming back in and demanding that he leave cause its your house...and then he left.
Then you told him to come back, and he thought he was in with a chance but you just wanted him to clean the pie off the floor cause it was his fault that you threw it there. Then he kept calling you for ages and you kept screening the calls.  It was around the time you were playing a lot of Tetris on your phone.

Sheila:  Ya I remember that. 

Rose:  Well I thought having banoffi pie might trigger the memory of all that.  Thats why I didnt wanna mention it.

Sheila:  Hmmm, it probably wouldn't have, but you recounting the story in such detail has definitely brought it back to mind.

Rose:  You wanna go so?  Banofa-rofa party!

Sheila:  Ok so.

Worldcup Fever

Rose:  Sheilers, I wanna say something, it's been on my mind for ages now, more than I can remember, at least 2 or 3 days like.

Sheila:  What is it babes?

Rose:  Well first of all, you know how I hate it when you call me 'babes' - it makes me feel......objectified?....yes, objectified.  That's the one.

Sheila:  It's a case of objectification is it?

Rose:  Yes it is 'petal toes'.  I am your friend, a human woman being.  Why would you talk to me like I'm an object?  It's not so cool.  Not in 2014 anyway - or any age for that matter, but especially not now when we all have Wikipedia and we can easily find out that objectification is BAD, it says it on the objectification page, go on, look it up.

Sheila:  Listen Rose, we are all objects.  I don't know where you're getting such grand ideas about yourself. From your yoga class teacher is it?

Rose:  We are all objects?  Where the hell did you get that idea from?

Sheila:  A philosopher said it.  Can't remember his name. 

Rose:  He sounds like an idiot.

Sheila:  He might have been, but who I am to judge?  Anyway Rose, my best-est human woman friend, what was it you wanted to say to me?

Rose:  Oh ya, aah, nothin much, just that it felt like we hadn't spoken in ages. 

Sheila:  Ya, I guess we hadn't.  Is the world cup starting soon?

Rose:  This Friday I think.  It's on in Brazil. 

Sheila:  Mad to go there for a holiday.

Rose:  Ya me too, would be class.

Sheila:  Wanna go?

Rose:  Cool, ok.

Visions Of Peace

Rose:  Sheila, I've been thinking about that chat we had last week, you know, about becoming monks and stuff.  Anyway, I've decided, its a great idea.  Lets do it. 

Sheila: Oh ya?  Am...I'm kinda over that now..

Rose:  What? How come?  I think it was a great idea.  Imagine if all the people were like monks....totally into peace.  You know I heard a story once about a boy in a far off land and he was great and did peace on everyone.  Once he saved a goat and then he brought some grapes to an island community cause they had no grapes, but there was no bridge to get to the island so he swam and kept the grapes on his head in a bio-degradable plastic bag so they would stay dry for when he offered the grapes to the indigenous island people.

Sheila: Wowsers.  Sounds rapid.  You planning on doing something like that then?

Rose:  ....well, no, but other people could, you know, other good people.

Sheila:  I appreciate your honesty.

Rose:  I know you do.  That's why we are friends.  Veritable friends.

Sheila: I have a new great idea.  Let's do our creative multimedia programming homework for Professor John, captain of the media.

Rose: LET'S DO IT.

Contentment like.....you know? Sheila and Rose

Sheila: Rosemary petal.  I'm sick to death of this creative multimedia programming project.  I've been staring at the computer for about 20 minutes now, which may sound like nothing, but relative to a nano second - which is the amount of time it takes to fall in love - it's a pretty long time. I could have fallen in love at least 25 times in the last 20 minutes if my calculations are correct.  I think I'm going blind. Can you get snow blindness from a computer screen?  You know...cause the screen is white like - like the snow.  You ever hear of any cases?  I'm seeing white dots here.  Seriously.

Rose:  Nope, ain't heard of any cases yet. Take a break from the screen sure. Your poor eyes need a break. Give em a mini holidays - a trip to Santa Ponsa for a few minutes.

Sheila: Aahh yes, ol' Santa Ponsa eyes. Where's that picture of George Clooney?  I'll look at that for a few minutes, that will be a nice holiday for my peepers.

Rose: I don't know where that picture is, there's a picture of him in the back of the RTE guide for sure though, I saw it yesterday.

S: We have the RTE guide?

R: Ya my mother bought it for me the last time she was here.  She was going on about the loss of tradition and culture in society these days, so she bought that and left it here for us....some sort of mini cultural revolution I guess.  She's really stickin' it to the internet.

S: I love your mother, she's great.  Thats feicin well it.  Im reading the RTE guide.  If your mother wants to start an RTE guide revolution, tell her I'll join her army.  I can make the uniforms, your Mom can make the sandwiches, your dad...what can he do?

R: uuhhh.......do the accounts for something?  He can keep the receipts for the sandwiches!  CAPTAIN OF THE RECEIPTS!

S: We're joining the army! Perfect, just bloody well perfect.  Anything will be better than this creative multimedia programming project.

R: For reals Sheils.

S:  Ya know Rose.  Sometimes like, well, ya' know, it would be nice to be like, well, content like.  Contentment.  That's what I want.  Ya' know, like the guys in the orange throws...

R: The monks?

S: Ya! Thats what I want!

R: Grand, I know what to get you for Christmas so.  Are you a small or a medium?

Sprinkly or Still? Lizzy & Nelly

Lizzy: Neeeeeeeellleeeeeeeyyyyyyy!..I think this is it, I've got the feeling.  just letting you know.  If you're wondering why I'm extra upbeat, which you probers are....[awaits response from Nel]

Nelly: [silence, as she reads her hard back old book - pages browned around the edges - (which is hip(ish))]

Lizzy:  Ahem, cough cough.  Excuse me Nel, did you hear my 'cough cough' and what I just said?

Nelly:  Ya Liz, I heard you there.  Great news.

L: And what news is that?

N: I heard the news you just gave me....that you have 'the feeling' and are upbeat.  sounds great...and pretty vague.

L: Well, are you not going to ASK ME??

N: Liz, I don't wanna get into you giving me the vague message routine and I have to keep asking you questions  to draw the story out of you.  OK?  I'm either gonna read my book OR ELSE, you can feel free to tell me your good news without me INTERVIEWING YOU!  So go ahead and SPIT. IT OUT.

L: Geez, NOT IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE LIKE THAT ABOUT IT.

N: ok ok ok....come on, tell me then, what goin on?

L:  You wanna know?

N: Course I bleedin well do, c'mon. This book is boring anyway.  Its about people doing stuff in the past, which will bear no impression on the future for anyone who reads it.

L: Wha?

N: Nothin, c'mon, tell me.

L:  OK.  So, i was on Tinder last night, havin the browseathon, you know, and who do I see? Only the guy we met at that last party we were at, remember? He had a nice shirt AND that cool keyring thing! I'm pretty sure he's the ONE.  Well, OK, the 2, as in the 2 in 10....OK, maybe the 10, like the 10 in 400.  How can we best judge the numbers here Nel?

N: The guy with the job?  Ya I remember, well he was 1 of 6 at that party, but on Tinder is he like 1 in 100,000? I don't know....who cares about the numbers anyway?

L: Well I DO.  If you're gonna get the dating game right then you have to know the numbers, the STATS NELLY, how else are you supposed to win if you cant crunch numbers and understand probabilities?

N:  Hmmm, OK Liz.

L: All this maths is making me thirsty.  You thirsty?  I'm getting some water. Want some?

N: Sure ya, thanks.

L: You want sprinkly or still?

N: Sprinkly...... haha....... as in SPARKLING?

L: Yaaaaaa MS KNOW ALL THE CORRECT TERMS FOR THINGS, jesus, are you thirsty or not?

N: Sorry Nel, ya, make mine a sprinkler then!

L: We're actually out of fizzy, here is a glass of tap water with a straw, blow some bubbles in that and fizz it up yourself Ms thirsty knickers.

Cake or Creative Multimedia Programming Project? - Rose And Sheila

Rose : Whats the good news sheila?  Give me something, the good news updates so far have been zero.  Big fat zero.  Chunky Monkey Chubster Zero, the CMCZ,  hero zero. The zero of all zero's.  Right above -1 and just below 1.  The biggest....

Sheila: OK Rose, i get it, no news today then...

Rose:  Geez Sheils, cut me off mid flow why don't you?  Here i am trying to express the emptiness of my day due to the lack of good news.  The big grey cloud of no news drifts slowly over my orbit and fills me with nothing and i TRY TO TELL YOU...MY BEST FRIEND/ACQUAINTANCE and what do I get back??  A MID FLOW CUT OFF?????

Sheila: Sorry Rose, I'm really trying to just get through this creative multimedia programming project that WE BOTH have to get done.  Have you started it yet? Just get into doin that and then you wont be so worried about your empty orbit. 

Rose: oooooooohhhhhhhhhh, look at you 'Ms. gettin your creative multimedia programming project done'.  Well we all cant be robots with NOOOOOOOOOOOO feelings who do nothing but work ALL DAY LONG!

Sheila: Rose...whats the matter with you?

R: me?

S: ya, you OK?

 

Creative Multimedia Programming Cake

R: nothin. OK GEEEEEZ, ill tell you before you interrogate me like the bleedin' gestapo.  I just had a rubbish day at college, they didn't like my project, and now i wanna winge and eat cake.

S: i think there is some cake left in the fridge from last week, in behind everything.  ill have a look.

R: do you think its probers gone off?

S: i doubt it, its not fresh cream.....got it.  its looks OK to me, what you think?

R:  ahhh, ya i think it looks OK..let me taste.

S: well?

R:  kinda stale-ish.  but its still got something more than an avocado salad could offer me right now.  lets eat this and then go for a jog.

S: cool ok, ill put the kettle on and then get the spandex out.

Make a new App - Creatvie Multimedia project with Liz n' Nel

Lizzy:  Hey Nelly, you know, ive been thinking, id love to make a cool new app, now that we are studying Creative Multimedia programming.

Nelly: ya, that sounds great, what kinda app you wanna make?

Lizzy: im not sure yet....im thinking a really cool one, you know, one that does something that everyone needs....like....OK im not sure yet, what does everyone need?

Nelly:  Will you give me a foot massage?

Lizzy: ah...., NO

N: Liz, everyone needs a foot massage, gwan, you can be my app. the app that delivers the needs of the people, meets their desires head on.  an app that manifests itself in human form.  its a start.  if you meet this need, you will then understand better what a need in another person is, and then you will be really able to think about what the needs of the people are.  you see? course you do. there you go.  not too light on the feet now, i get ticklish.  

L:  whatevs nel.  ill throw on the kettle, tea?

N: sound ya, a lemon and ginger please....will you put it in my fave creative multimedia programming mug.

L: you don't have a creative multimedia programming mug.

N:  ya i need one tho.