Complex Machinations

This is probably going to sound stupid, and the girls are going to laugh, but I going to say this.

I have no idea how to operate my washing machine.

There I said it, it's out in the open.

So while it does seem kind of dumb of me that I can't operate a washing machine, it's the truth. I wake up one holiday morning, groggy and a strange sharp ringing tone in my ears and find that my parents have left for Flemington markets to buy bulk supplies of veggies and fruit, since it's cheaper in bulk. So I find written on the whiteboard, in Vietnamese of course, orders to hang out the washing. Easily done, except, the washing had not been done. So it was my duty to hang out the washing, but to do that I needed to do the washing. So I dumped the clothes into the washing machine, and then stared blankly at it. It's an older machine, but there's just some much stuff on the radial dial.

You have pre-wash settings, half of it is for 'normal cycle', the other for 'gentle cycle'. Not to mention the myriad of settings for permenant press, delicates and special woollens. And what the fuck is 'drip dry'? I did managed to get the water flowing and the machine working in the end. I'll probably post a pic of the dash of the washing machine.

On to a completely different topic, I was just wondering around of the net checking out message boards, blogs and whatnot. And I came upon some words, which basically say the feminist thing, ummm, what was is...something along the lines of "women are being discrimnated...women can do stuff just as well as men' yadda yadda yadda. That little paragraph pulled out an old primary school memory. Our year 6 teacher, Ms Ward, was the coach of the junior and senior netball teams. Thus, often our class would play netball for fun and sport. Now my class had 21 guys to 9 girls. Now netball is quite clearly a girl's sport for some reason. In competitions, no guys are allowed to play netball. So while feminists say they're being deprived, what about us guys? We had lots of sporty guys in our class and, for some vague and indistinct reason, we challenged the senior girl's netball team. The result? We thrashed them like 100 points to 10. Well, maybe not, but the point gap was huge. So our teacher is like 'fine, rematch' and we take on the junior girl's team and thrash them. We then gave the senior girl's team a chance to redeem themselves and they got thrashed.
This little incident clearly shows that guys can play netball with very good results. Feminists keep saying that guys are afraid of what 'capable, independant women' can do. It probably spins the other way. Feminists are afraid of what a bunch of guys can do to.

By the way, I don't know about others, but when you answer the phone or whatever, do you get confused with someone else? Whenever I pick up the phone, my parents' friends always, always, confuse me with my dad. It's a bit pissy, but, hell, my voice does sounds quite different on the phone.