…See the sights, hold the koalas, get gutted by a serial killer.
Tonight Mel and I, Freaky, and some of Freaky’s friends went to see the new aussie flick Wolf Creek. I was warned by Freaky that it would probably leave me feeling a bit disturbed, but that was a bit of an understatement.
It’s a story based around, apparently, true events. I’ve been told that it may have a little bit of this and little bit of that mixed in from other serial killer tales, but basically it follows the story of one young aussie bloke and two british chicks traveling Australia. Through a series of unfortunate events they happen to be abducted by a crazy ocker aussie dude, and lots of killing takes place.
I always knew there was a reason why I have never, ever, liked ocker blokes.
This past week or so has been really really good. The past few days though are a bit of a blur. Probably due to the fact that I’ve spent almost 50 percent of the time mildly intoxicated, and the other 50% asleep. Not quiet that bad really, but it has been fun.
Thursday night we had birthday drinks with my friend Angela from work, then continued at another bar until nigh on 2am karaoke-ing. Guess what? I actually sang. Van Halen no less. Well, I TRIED to sing. Emphasis on the word tried. I am quiet average in the department at the best of times, but try hitting a key after having yelling conversation around a bunch of smokers for 4 hours and I’ll bet your chances of sounding anything other that crap rapidly decrease. It was a great night though.
Only problem is I had to work at 7am the next morning. I own at selling insurance when I just don’t give a damn whether someone takes a policy or not. When I’m not existing on only 2 hours of sleep perhaps I sell too hard, maybe that impression comes through. Besides, after being on the piss my voice does sound that touch deeper, which always sounds more confident. I remember the best week dollars-wise that I have ever had was the same week I almost lost my voice.
No pun intended. Seriously though, some local bloke left a comment on my blog notifying me that he also blogs, so I checked out his weblog and came across a post about abortion / contraception which was titled “Paracetamol”. I was gonna comment on his site, but then I thought, why go to the effort when I can turn it into a whole blog and actually post something on my own site. So what follows is my thoughts on what I read, disregarding the pointless diatribe against Christians, and the verbal paintwork of intellectual snobbery that tarred us all with the same brush. I don’t disagree with all that was written, just most of it. So, first read this, then read on…
I guess it all comes down to one thing… At what point is a human considered a human? Biologically speaking, At the point of conception a human embryo has the full potential to become a fully fledged person, with thoughts, emotions, will and rights all of their very own. Is there a defining point at which you can look at a human fetus and say, “Yep, that’s it, it’s now human! Tada!” If someone can point that moment out to me then hoo-rah, perhaps we could draw a line, but since I’ve not found or read of anyone to date that can, how is it that anyone could be entirely sure they are not imposing on the rights of another human who is simply unable to defend themselves or have their say?