I joined up tonight, more than anything to stop my wife from pestering me about it. She loves it and has a tribe of people listed as friends. I umm… have my Wife. Is it the total con I think it is or does it have some marginally redeeming features?
Over to you caller.
It’s in a strange category but for some reason the Mayor of Mitchieville considers himself and the denizens of Mitchieville to be “funny”. Bloody Odd is what everybody else thinks but then they ARE Canadian so that may speak for itself. Regardless, go and vote for the Mayor to win some other pointless award from similarly pointless people and maybe he can tell his psychologist something positive for a change. Hey Doc, some faceless people on the internet think I am funny. Woo Hoo, way to get a breakthrough.
yes, Blogging for me has been akin to root canal work of late. Lots of pain before you finally accept that something must be done. Then you procrastinate for a month or so hoping that it will sort itself out and finally sit down, lift your feet up and disgorge something on to the bloody tray. Yes, I may be guilty of stretching the metaphor just a tad, but there you go.
I have had excuses. Oh yes, I am a great lover of the casual and entirely plausible excuse. The kids are screaming, the bills need to be paid, the lawn needs to be mown, the tooth needs to be extracted, the wife will leave me if I don’t get off the bloody computer and give her a hand with the screaming kids/mow the lawn/get out and work to bring in money to pay the bills etc etc etc.
So I guess I am back and taking a look around the blogs I can see that life as we know it is a-jumbled. A bloke that wouldn’t get elected dog catcher if he were white has been elected President of the United States. Petty you may say, but undoubtedly true. Closer to home over the ditch, Mr Helen Clarke has succumbed to the National party led by a millionaire investment banker. Maybe it was just the fact that there were a lot more Helen Clarke billboards around and the Kiwis finally realised what she looked like. Maybe it was simply the fact that Kiwis are a bit slower than you’re average bear and realised that all their talent was comprising the Kiwi cricket team. The same Kiwi cricket team that struggled to beat the unassuming might of Bangladesh in a test match.
Once again I digress. Canada, Oh Canada, gave their fascist right wing dictatorial Tory Party an election win. Sorry, just reading the banner headline from the Sydney Morning Herald.
And our own national embarrasment K Rudd is more than living up to expectations. Normally it takes the ALP at least three years to destroy an economy. K Rudd is going to blitz that in under 18 months. Luckily for him, he can always fall back and say that at least he isn’t as bad as the NSW ALP, or the Victorian ALP, or the QLD ALP, or the …….
All in all it has been a turbulent and tumultuous couple of months. There have been a few changes in the Rebellion Household, not all for the good, but there nevertheless.
And then came the Storms.
For those living under a rock, there has been a little bit of meteorological activity in the fine borough of Queensland of late. Peronally, we lost a big screen TV, our DVD player, the pay TV box and the garage door controller. Additionally, the internet died along with the computer and we lost most of the carefully horded supply of frozen dead animal flesh in our freezer when the power went off for too long.
For all those that think that we puny humans cn influence the weather one iota.
This little example is what plain old fashioned wind can do to a thirty metre gum tree that it takes an exception to.
The Bureau of Meteorology is predicting another little doozie tonight. That will be four in 6 days. Starting to get a little annoying to tell you the truth. Though at least the dams are looking a damn site bteer and should almost crack the 50% if this keeps up for much longer.
First One Dayer today. Up against the Bangles. Not what you might call a thrilling match, though it was more notable for who was missing from the Aussie lineup than for the on field play. The raggy headed freak once again upset those of a certain temperament for having the temerity to miss a team meeting to discuss tactics against the ultimate of cricketing world minnows. Possibly it could be less important to be competing against the US team, or perhaps Canada, but not much. Seriously, what could they say in a meeting that could be at all important against a team like Bangladesh?
“Ok you batsmen, go out and score as many runs as you can in 50 overs, and then the bowlers have to get the ten wickets and we can all get an early round in at Royal Darwin before dinner.”
Then the bar opens. Seriously, I know the team has to beat up the most lopsided competition in cricket so that a few misguided souls will part with some of their hard earned to come watch, but come on. Lets get a bit of reality here. This series is a warm up. I like to think of it as the first fifteen playing against the under 15 hockey team so they can warm up for the main draw later in the season. Knock a bit of the winter rust off and get the feet moving again. It is already decided before they take the stumps down to the wicket, the only interest is how long the Bangles will survive and how many runs Australia will score.
If they were serious about this game, do you honestly think that Punter, Haydos, The undie salesman et al, would have booked tee time on the day? No, neither I. So lets put things into perspective and give Symonds a well deserved rap across the knuckles for missing some pissants ant hill inspirational meeting and let the bugger get out on the field and entertain the punters who have coughed up to watch the game. Believe it or not, they didn’t come along from far and wide to see Peter Porkie Parker waddle around square leg, they came to see the likes of Hayden and Symonds knocking a little white ball a hell of a long way.
I’m over in WA for work at the moment and thought I would jot down a few thoughts concerning the World’s most distant Capital City.
1. It takes a hell of a long time to get here.
2. Pubs lack pokies so you can be forced to resort to conversation with the bar flies in attendance, to varying levels of comfort.
3. It is an odd feeling to head West to go see the Seaside.
4. Pubs are bloody bandits when it comes to charging for drinks.
5. It’s a nice place, but feels old. As though development stopped sometime around 1976 and hasn’t got around to starting up again.
6. You’d make a fortune if you served a decent coffee in this town. The line would travel around the block three times.
7. Lots of Moslems in the bit that I am in. No problem with that at all, but you notice them more over here for some reason.
8. Talk radio is EXACTLY the same.
9. Strange things are very expensive over here. I saw a sign for a barbecued chicken place for a chook for $19 as though it was a super special.
10. Feels a bit like Brisbane, but also different. Hard to discern and decide what the differences are, but they are there.
11. Trains are short and tend to be jam packed. Put another carriage on for God’s sake and stop the whole sardine act.
12. Whilst the coffee is execrable the service has been excellent so far. Admittedly, I am not too sure I want to push it too far in case I have been lucky enough to find the two or three truly great cafe’s in Perth for service.
13. Shopping centres are shopping centres are shopping centres.
14. Hotel room coffee redefines execrable.
15. The two hour time difference is pretty easy to overcome, in fact it is probably much harder for my colleagues in the East to manage. They won’t call me at 6in the morning when they come to work, but have to wait around for my calls in the afternoon up to seven or eight at night.
Rumbled across this absolute classic the other day and just had to put it up here. Thats right, The whitest band in the world, Journey singing the all time white boy anthem.
Saw this on the Bolta and had to steal it.
Especially for my mate Matty boy, languishing in the UK.
For those that haven’t been to the Top End of Australia, the Northern Territory is an odd place. Kind of like Wild West USA, but more drinking. Not for nothing do Territorians hold the world record for Alcohol consumption per person. But despite this, they do tend to be the kind of rough down to earth people that Clint or the Duke may have aspired to be like.
So how to explain the inexplicable number of UFO sightings of late up in the Top End? Well its inexplicable, you goose, so you you can’t explain it.
A far more important question is how you factor in the carbon output of ET and his mates? That is what I really want to know. What is their carbon footprint and what are THEY doing to reduce their impact on the environment. It just makes you sick, I mean they may as well be denialists.
Saw this on Mitchieville and had to steal it.
And just so you don’t think I have gone all fluffy wuffy and gone over to the dark side of Cat blogging.
Don’t remember where I found this one but it tickled my funny bone as well
