26 February 2007
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02 January 2007
Welcome to 2007
Billy was at school this morning and the teacher asked all the children what their fathers did for a living.
All the typical answers came out, fireman, policeman, salesman, chippy, captain of industry etc, but Billy was being uncharacteristically quiet and so the teacher asked him about his father. "My father is an exotic dancer in a gay club and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes if the offer is really good, he'll go out with a man, rent a cheap hotel room and let them sleep with him."
The teacher quickly set the other children some work and took little Billy aside to ask him if that was really true.
"No" said Billy, "He plays cricket for England but I was just too embarrassed to say."
All the typical answers came out, fireman, policeman, salesman, chippy, captain of industry etc, but Billy was being uncharacteristically quiet and so the teacher asked him about his father. "My father is an exotic dancer in a gay club and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes if the offer is really good, he'll go out with a man, rent a cheap hotel room and let them sleep with him."
The teacher quickly set the other children some work and took little Billy aside to ask him if that was really true.
"No" said Billy, "He plays cricket for England but I was just too embarrassed to say."
08 November 2006
wedding goes on...wedding goes off
Late last night it happened and surprisingly when TK least expected it.
No longer will we have to endure that horrible and repetitive question of "when".
While many thought it was overdue, all have received the news well and are glad that another milestone can be marked off what has been a good year.
That's right dear readers...Brittney and K-Fed have filed for divorce.
It happened while TK and i had a romantic meal at forty-one (excellent in all respects but the coffee was disappointing - a must for food lovers) and i was so shocked that i dropped to one knee to recover. While i was down there i proposed to the lovely lady but that's whats not important here.
Sure, the relationship that i have with TK has been described by Ted Theodore Logan as "most excellent", and to see that commitment being set in stone (quite literally) is wonderful, but it does not capture the heart as much as an innocent global teen-idol turning in to the richest trailer park trash to ever walked this revolving rock.
Perhaps she caught wind that i was soon to be off the market and decided to leave her cashed up dancer dude to have a crack at the ultimate - a slowly fattening, Jewish-Australian manufacturer.
TimeWastin
Funny photos provided by the Captain:
No longer will we have to endure that horrible and repetitive question of "when".
While many thought it was overdue, all have received the news well and are glad that another milestone can be marked off what has been a good year.
That's right dear readers...Brittney and K-Fed have filed for divorce.
It happened while TK and i had a romantic meal at forty-one (excellent in all respects but the coffee was disappointing - a must for food lovers) and i was so shocked that i dropped to one knee to recover. While i was down there i proposed to the lovely lady but that's whats not important here.
Sure, the relationship that i have with TK has been described by Ted Theodore Logan as "most excellent", and to see that commitment being set in stone (quite literally) is wonderful, but it does not capture the heart as much as an innocent global teen-idol turning in to the richest trailer park trash to ever walked this revolving rock.
Perhaps she caught wind that i was soon to be off the market and decided to leave her cashed up dancer dude to have a crack at the ultimate - a slowly fattening, Jewish-Australian manufacturer.
TimeWastin
Funny photos provided by the Captain:
06 November 2006
Australian Idol 2006 - Final 4 - Damien Leith - 2nd Song
This is for TK - who thanks to my computer missed her favourite idol perform her favourite song. Sorry babe.
31 October 2006
Renter rules
I have been to busy to scratch myself let alone write anything but i have realised that without this regular relief on to the wider world web i am not complete. Funny thing this blogging thing. I have never been much of a diary keeper or writer in general but being able to sit down and get the grey matter cleared in a structured format is very enjoyable. i recommend it to all as a good way to pass the time and improve ones touch typing.
For those fans of the Beverley Hillbillies please read to the tune of the theme song:
Come let me tell you about a man named Joel
jewish factory worker barely kept his stomach fed
then one day he bought a house with Tam
and up from their brains came the idea of neg-a-tive, gearing that is.
Well the first thing you know Robert M is the new tenant
things went well but we wanted to move him out
although a 12 month lease is to what he did agree,
its 14 months now and we need take things further, legally that is.
Well it doesn't fit perfectly to the theme but it should give you the general idea of the troubles we are having with our property in Maroubra. TK and i were looking to move in this month but it seems that has been put back at least 3 weeks. While this is disappointing and incredibly frustrating, the part that is aggravating me the most is the limited rights i have as the property owner versus the tenant.
From what my agent tells me is that we set a date for them to vacate the premises and if they are not out by that date we have to give a breach notice and give them another 14 days to vacate. Then if they are still not out (over 2 weeks after the original date) then we can take them to the tribunal who would give them between 1 and 4 weeks to vacate. So after all this bollocking around the wash up is that we set a date and then they could legally move out up to 6 weeks after that - wish i had that leniency from my tradies who we had booked in for end of October.
TimeKiller
Slezmak provides - Aussie Quiz
For those fans of the Beverley Hillbillies please read to the tune of the theme song:
Come let me tell you about a man named Joel
jewish factory worker barely kept his stomach fed
then one day he bought a house with Tam
and up from their brains came the idea of neg-a-tive, gearing that is.
Well the first thing you know Robert M is the new tenant
things went well but we wanted to move him out
although a 12 month lease is to what he did agree,
its 14 months now and we need take things further, legally that is.
Well it doesn't fit perfectly to the theme but it should give you the general idea of the troubles we are having with our property in Maroubra. TK and i were looking to move in this month but it seems that has been put back at least 3 weeks. While this is disappointing and incredibly frustrating, the part that is aggravating me the most is the limited rights i have as the property owner versus the tenant.
From what my agent tells me is that we set a date for them to vacate the premises and if they are not out by that date we have to give a breach notice and give them another 14 days to vacate. Then if they are still not out (over 2 weeks after the original date) then we can take them to the tribunal who would give them between 1 and 4 weeks to vacate. So after all this bollocking around the wash up is that we set a date and then they could legally move out up to 6 weeks after that - wish i had that leniency from my tradies who we had booked in for end of October.
TimeKiller
Slezmak provides - Aussie Quiz
17 October 2006
BDAY FOR TK
Today is TKatz birthday - HIP HIP HOORAY!!!!
To the woman who puts up with all my good and bad points i raise my glass to you, on this day of celebration of you entering this world. Hopefully work does not destroy you today and you have a most excellent day.
To all the rest - happy Tuesday.
TimeKiller:
Cats (not Katz) is stupid - video
Mentos the fountain maker (must try at home) - video
To the woman who puts up with all my good and bad points i raise my glass to you, on this day of celebration of you entering this world. Hopefully work does not destroy you today and you have a most excellent day.
To all the rest - happy Tuesday.
TimeKiller:
Cats (not Katz) is stupid - video
Mentos the fountain maker (must try at home) - video
13 October 2006
So hard to get wet
Water.
Reduced rainfall. Drought.
Some rain. Harsher drought.
Some more rain. Even worse drought than last time.
No rain. A drought so bad that people start thinking about the previous droughts and start thinking how good it was back then. Still no rain.
That was a very quick time line of Australia's water history and in case you didn't notice the trend it is getting dryer on this massive island. The surprising thing about the above sequence is that when the average person looks at it they can see the trend, yet when a politician looks at it they see something completely different.
Water is fast becoming the worlds most valuable resource yet the powers that be seem to think it is something that we can do without. With Australia being the driest island on the planet, something that we have always been, and global warming around the corner its amazing that i still do not see any plans to resolve the current water problems.
While i have heard about desalinization plants and pumping water from x to y all these things are ultimately stupid ideas. They will solve the supply of water to areas temporarily but the costs of the water that they deliver is far too high, ignoring the fact that it does not actually address the problem of our limited supply.
The logical solution is recycling of water but there is a certain stigma of drinking urine and feces. This was recently portrayed in Queensland with Toowoomba council giving the public the deciding vote on the town switching to recycled water - a resounding negative. But is it any wonder? While it is a scientific fact that recycled water is of a higher standard than our drinking water, but place a nice big "bondi cigar" on the table and ask someone if they want to drink that. Science, as with the precious water, guts flushed down the u bend. While i can appreciate the apprehension of people drinking recycled water there is no reason why that same water can not be used for industry, gardening or even the toilet water itself.
Or perhaps i am missing the obvious - if we ignore the problem long enough the country areas will collapse, forcing rural people into larger towns, reducing the need for servicing the outback. With no need for rural service Telstra's costs will be slashed and finally investors will be interested in T3.
TimeWastin:
Cohen supplied these great excel games - download them here
Reduced rainfall. Drought.
Some rain. Harsher drought.
Some more rain. Even worse drought than last time.
No rain. A drought so bad that people start thinking about the previous droughts and start thinking how good it was back then. Still no rain.
That was a very quick time line of Australia's water history and in case you didn't notice the trend it is getting dryer on this massive island. The surprising thing about the above sequence is that when the average person looks at it they can see the trend, yet when a politician looks at it they see something completely different.
Water is fast becoming the worlds most valuable resource yet the powers that be seem to think it is something that we can do without. With Australia being the driest island on the planet, something that we have always been, and global warming around the corner its amazing that i still do not see any plans to resolve the current water problems.
While i have heard about desalinization plants and pumping water from x to y all these things are ultimately stupid ideas. They will solve the supply of water to areas temporarily but the costs of the water that they deliver is far too high, ignoring the fact that it does not actually address the problem of our limited supply.
The logical solution is recycling of water but there is a certain stigma of drinking urine and feces. This was recently portrayed in Queensland with Toowoomba council giving the public the deciding vote on the town switching to recycled water - a resounding negative. But is it any wonder? While it is a scientific fact that recycled water is of a higher standard than our drinking water, but place a nice big "bondi cigar" on the table and ask someone if they want to drink that. Science, as with the precious water, guts flushed down the u bend. While i can appreciate the apprehension of people drinking recycled water there is no reason why that same water can not be used for industry, gardening or even the toilet water itself.
Or perhaps i am missing the obvious - if we ignore the problem long enough the country areas will collapse, forcing rural people into larger towns, reducing the need for servicing the outback. With no need for rural service Telstra's costs will be slashed and finally investors will be interested in T3.
TimeWastin:
Cohen supplied these great excel games - download them here
09 October 2006
Smith - i hope i pronounced that right
Yesterday i went to watch Sydney FC take on Queensland Roar (stupid name) at Aussie Stadium, with me mate lewko. While the result was a draw, for me, the highlights of the game were many.
The first and foremost is to drink beer at a sporting event with a mate - simple but you can not beat it. No matter what the event but if there is a crowd and an option for having a bevvy with a friend, i am for it.
A close second was Benito Carbone and seeing what a true world class player of football can do. While he did not get the supply that he would have liked to see him with the ball at his feet was special. It is often said of the great ones that they do not run on the pitch but they glide across it, and seeing him take on defenders really proved that. To say that he was silky would unfairly increase the smoothness of the silkworms finest, and decrease his prowess on the field. In short i think i have a slight man-crush on him and am very keen to get a kick around going (interested parties let me know)
The other pleasing thing to come from that game was the size of the crowd. 17,000+ fans at any game of soccer, particularly given the sudden cool snap and gale force wind that hit Sydney late in the afternoon, is a great turn out. To put it in perspective that is higher than the average NRL crowd but still about half of the average AFL crowd. To be fair AFL is often highly attended with poor television ratings and the NRL have the reverse but i think it is fair to say that the A-League is hitting its target market and getting bums on seats. Add to that the large number of younger kids/families that were at the game seems to me indicate that the future is very bright for this competition. Rugby League seems determined to get rid of fans and just have a television audience, with games being played later in the day and more night games, making it impossible for young kids to attend. Aussie rules is still in a very strong position but due to the lack of performance from the victorian clubs, the calls for fewer Vic teams to strengthen the playing rosters, is gaining momentum. While this will not effect the game it will effect supporters who may be looking for a new outlet for their sporting passion.
All of this is playing into FFA hands and ensures that when HKewell decides to hang up his boots he will come back to a very strong competition and no longer play that sport for poofters,wogs and sheilas.
TimeWastin
Gold - Webcam strip goes wrong (Caution: a little bit of breast)
Bubble shooter - game
The first and foremost is to drink beer at a sporting event with a mate - simple but you can not beat it. No matter what the event but if there is a crowd and an option for having a bevvy with a friend, i am for it.
A close second was Benito Carbone and seeing what a true world class player of football can do. While he did not get the supply that he would have liked to see him with the ball at his feet was special. It is often said of the great ones that they do not run on the pitch but they glide across it, and seeing him take on defenders really proved that. To say that he was silky would unfairly increase the smoothness of the silkworms finest, and decrease his prowess on the field. In short i think i have a slight man-crush on him and am very keen to get a kick around going (interested parties let me know)
The other pleasing thing to come from that game was the size of the crowd. 17,000+ fans at any game of soccer, particularly given the sudden cool snap and gale force wind that hit Sydney late in the afternoon, is a great turn out. To put it in perspective that is higher than the average NRL crowd but still about half of the average AFL crowd. To be fair AFL is often highly attended with poor television ratings and the NRL have the reverse but i think it is fair to say that the A-League is hitting its target market and getting bums on seats. Add to that the large number of younger kids/families that were at the game seems to me indicate that the future is very bright for this competition. Rugby League seems determined to get rid of fans and just have a television audience, with games being played later in the day and more night games, making it impossible for young kids to attend. Aussie rules is still in a very strong position but due to the lack of performance from the victorian clubs, the calls for fewer Vic teams to strengthen the playing rosters, is gaining momentum. While this will not effect the game it will effect supporters who may be looking for a new outlet for their sporting passion.
All of this is playing into FFA hands and ensures that when HKewell decides to hang up his boots he will come back to a very strong competition and no longer play that sport for poofters,wogs and sheilas.
TimeWastin
Gold - Webcam strip goes wrong (Caution: a little bit of breast)
Bubble shooter - game
06 October 2006
No more pointy end :-(
October is a lovely month. Daylight saving kicks in giving me a decent chance at getting to the beach after work for a dip. TK has her birthday on the 17th as do the Captain and Senor Persky - not quite the holy trinity but short of their ability to walk on water, they are quali-ty. It is also the month that generally starts to get more flesh exposed in public, skirts start to rise and sleeves start to shrink. All these things are great by me and feel that they could not happen in a better month but there is one drawback to month number 10 on the charts - no more footy.
As a New South Welshman and more specifically a Sydney resident the only Aussie rules team is the swans and the boys made it all the way to the grand final. While we did not get to bring the trophy back to the SCG for the second time, the swans did turn a potential "bending over" to the greatest final this decade. While i never doubted my team, it was with much swearing and disbelief i watched what could only be described as a SHITE first half of football by swans. Thankfully the second half they got their collective asses into gear and played the game that is deserved of a team wearing that jersey - it was a great effort by the red and the white and i honour the name by day and by night.
For those sport fans out there the previous 5 weeks have been nothing but TOP SHELF. Not only did we get the weekend of the boot (AFL and NRL finals) at the pointy end of the month but we were also treated to A-League, Premier and UEFA champions competitions starting to emerge. Add to that the aussie womens b-ball team totally dominating the world championships and bringing home the bacon (Mmm... holiday meat) and there is no denying that September is the sports fan golden 30 days.
So to all the teams and staff who busted a gut for my entertainment i raise my glass to you and eagerly await what next season has to offer.
Also to all the partners/wives/girlfriends/boyfriends who have to put up with a September addicted nut like myself, you are the silent few who are never given the thanks deserved, and for that reason i assure you that you now have our full and undivided attention... as the cricket season does not start till December.
TimeWastin:
Take your pick - games galore
A guy walking down the street sees a woman with perfect breasts. He says to her, "Hey miss, would you let me bite your breasts for $100 dollars? "Are you nuts? !!" she replies, and keeps walking away.
He turns around, runs around the block and gets to the corner before she does. "Would you let me bite your breasts for $1,000 dollars?" he asks again. "Listen you; I'm not that kind of woman! Got it?" So the guy runs around the next block and faces her again. "Would you let me bite your breasts just once for $10,000 dollars?" She thinks about it for a while and says, "Hmmm, $10,000 dollars, eh? Ok, just once, but not here. Let's go to that dark alley over there."
So they go into the alley, where she takes off her blouse to reveal the most perfect breasts in the world. As soon as he sees them, he grabs them and starts caressing them, fondling them slowly, kissing them, licking them, burying his face in them, but not biting them.
The woman finally gets annoyed and asks, "Well? Are you gonna bite them or not?" "Nah", he replies. "Costs too much..............."
As a New South Welshman and more specifically a Sydney resident the only Aussie rules team is the swans and the boys made it all the way to the grand final. While we did not get to bring the trophy back to the SCG for the second time, the swans did turn a potential "bending over" to the greatest final this decade. While i never doubted my team, it was with much swearing and disbelief i watched what could only be described as a SHITE first half of football by swans. Thankfully the second half they got their collective asses into gear and played the game that is deserved of a team wearing that jersey - it was a great effort by the red and the white and i honour the name by day and by night.
For those sport fans out there the previous 5 weeks have been nothing but TOP SHELF. Not only did we get the weekend of the boot (AFL and NRL finals) at the pointy end of the month but we were also treated to A-League, Premier and UEFA champions competitions starting to emerge. Add to that the aussie womens b-ball team totally dominating the world championships and bringing home the bacon (Mmm... holiday meat) and there is no denying that September is the sports fan golden 30 days.
So to all the teams and staff who busted a gut for my entertainment i raise my glass to you and eagerly await what next season has to offer.
Also to all the partners/wives/girlfriends/boyfriends who have to put up with a September addicted nut like myself, you are the silent few who are never given the thanks deserved, and for that reason i assure you that you now have our full and undivided attention... as the cricket season does not start till December.
TimeWastin:
Take your pick - games galore
A guy walking down the street sees a woman with perfect breasts. He says to her, "Hey miss, would you let me bite your breasts for $100 dollars? "Are you nuts? !!" she replies, and keeps walking away.
He turns around, runs around the block and gets to the corner before she does. "Would you let me bite your breasts for $1,000 dollars?" he asks again. "Listen you; I'm not that kind of woman! Got it?" So the guy runs around the next block and faces her again. "Would you let me bite your breasts just once for $10,000 dollars?" She thinks about it for a while and says, "Hmmm, $10,000 dollars, eh? Ok, just once, but not here. Let's go to that dark alley over there."
So they go into the alley, where she takes off her blouse to reveal the most perfect breasts in the world. As soon as he sees them, he grabs them and starts caressing them, fondling them slowly, kissing them, licking them, burying his face in them, but not biting them.
The woman finally gets annoyed and asks, "Well? Are you gonna bite them or not?" "Nah", he replies. "Costs too much..............."
26 September 2006
No time just wanted to share the love
I have not been free in a long time - work is hectic at moment - but wanted to quickly share the love to all out there who know me. If you are of the faith Happy New Year and may you be sealed in the book of life and if i have done any wrong by you, i apologise.
If you are not a member of the chosen ones then Gday and come on the SWANS!!!
TimeWastin:
Borat is funny - end of story
New Year broken down old school - video
The coolest piano song ever - video
15 September 2006
Amplitude or Frequency
Driving to work this morning i was horrified by what i heard - something that made me question myself and my values...while it was no more than the normal drivel that one normally gets in breakfast radio, it was not the content but the style in which it was delivered that shocked me. It hit me straight between the eyes somewhere after the traffic but before the sport...and i changed channels just to be sure...but after checking there was no denying... I HAVE STARTED TO LISTEN TO AM RADIO!!!!!!!!!
This is devastating. I have always thought of myself as fairly young and with it, while never jumping on the latest bandwagons, i had the knowledge of said wagons and their destinations. I have always prided myself on my music collection and how up to date i was on latest sounds and gigs. All this was largely due the 45 minutes i spend in a car each day listening to the radio to and from work. With the best that triplej had to offer, mixed with a bit of random flicking, and the recent inclusion of Fbi, i was well and truly sorted and had my fingers on the pulse (well my eardrums on the beat, as it is impossible to touch music unless you take those special happy pills/mushrooms).
But somehow over the past week or 2 my radio has been limited to the amplitude modulations of Sydney and i have not had an issue. This is the biggest indication to me that time is progressing and i am getting older. While i am not at the stage of complaining about children having no respect for elders or that the music is too loud (possibly due to hearing loss - thanks concerts with speaker systems so huge they have their own postcode) i am also surprisingly interested in hearing about the state of local politics and other boring and crap issues.
Perhaps my car radios inclination towards the "oldies" band is a reflection as to whats on offer. In my defence, i think the state of music at the moment is boring, triplem have screwed with their playlists too much, triplej have terrible morning show and fbi is often forgotten as it is not in my presets. Also coming into September, when all sports either starting or finishing, it is the time when AM radio shines with sport on all stations except the talk back, and they are talking about sport. The universe is working against me and trying to crush what remaining youth i have - damn you unoriginal artists and your sportstar bedfellows.
Perhaps i should accept that from now on my stomach will be expanding, i will be getting increasingly forgetful, money is not worth what it used to, kids are getting away with murder and i will becoming frequently forgetful... or i could just listen to cd's instead.
TimeWastin:
Balls to face video- not the teabag kind
New Carlton beer ad - flashbeer
This is devastating. I have always thought of myself as fairly young and with it, while never jumping on the latest bandwagons, i had the knowledge of said wagons and their destinations. I have always prided myself on my music collection and how up to date i was on latest sounds and gigs. All this was largely due the 45 minutes i spend in a car each day listening to the radio to and from work. With the best that triplej had to offer, mixed with a bit of random flicking, and the recent inclusion of Fbi, i was well and truly sorted and had my fingers on the pulse (well my eardrums on the beat, as it is impossible to touch music unless you take those special happy pills/mushrooms).
But somehow over the past week or 2 my radio has been limited to the amplitude modulations of Sydney and i have not had an issue. This is the biggest indication to me that time is progressing and i am getting older. While i am not at the stage of complaining about children having no respect for elders or that the music is too loud (possibly due to hearing loss - thanks concerts with speaker systems so huge they have their own postcode) i am also surprisingly interested in hearing about the state of local politics and other boring and crap issues.
Perhaps my car radios inclination towards the "oldies" band is a reflection as to whats on offer. In my defence, i think the state of music at the moment is boring, triplem have screwed with their playlists too much, triplej have terrible morning show and fbi is often forgotten as it is not in my presets. Also coming into September, when all sports either starting or finishing, it is the time when AM radio shines with sport on all stations except the talk back, and they are talking about sport. The universe is working against me and trying to crush what remaining youth i have - damn you unoriginal artists and your sportstar bedfellows.
Perhaps i should accept that from now on my stomach will be expanding, i will be getting increasingly forgetful, money is not worth what it used to, kids are getting away with murder and i will becoming frequently forgetful... or i could just listen to cd's instead.
TimeWastin:
Balls to face video- not the teabag kind
New Carlton beer ad - flashbeer
13 September 2006
Double the fun
Just because i have nothing better to do i have started a second blog dedicated to my stomach. Basically TK and i eat at places so often i want to let people know if its worthwhile. check out the first review here - dinner last night.
TimeWastin:
Video of failed humping - cow style
Best car ever - thanks weeds
TimeWastin:
Video of failed humping - cow style
Best car ever - thanks weeds
12 September 2006
Steve Brock or Peter Irwin
I must apologise to the very few who actually check out this page regularly as i have been away and neglected it. In the past weeks i have been interstate for more days than i have been here and as a result have not done crap on the blog. i will try and be a better blogger but if not - deal with it.
It would be wrong of me not to add my dos pesos on the untimely passing of the crocodile hunter and peter "perfect" brock. i am not sure if its a reflection on me or the pull off this person but i will always remember where i was when i heard the news that the croc hunter was gone - looking for a park in a Perth garage. At the time i thought that it was maybe 6 months after april 1 and those wacky radio djs decided to do a half aprils fools. Alas, by the time we had pulled the hand brake on, it was confirmed that the catch cry of "crikey" was the newest addition to the endangered list. While i was never a huge fan of him and when i heard the initial news of his death assumed that a salty had enough bullshit with this whole "moving the chicken just as i go for a bite" routine and went for the other white meat, i immediately felt the lose. The crocodile hunter had just the right amount of larikin and passion that made him immediately identifiable to all, as a true Aussie. While many questioned his handling and dramatics he did more for nature and wildlife in this country, as well as marketing Australia as a eco tourist hotspot, than any i am aware of - except for captain cook. To his family, i wish you long life.
The king of the mountain - the name said it all. While i never claim to be a rev head i, like most men of the eastern suburbs, have probably spent a lazy afternoon watching cars go around in the hope that there would be a crash. it was during these arvos that i found myself to be a bit of a ford man, possibly the aussie in me likes the underdog, but also admiring the one they called Peter Perfect. It was Brocky that actually made me want to watch a car race that went for 24hrs in 97 as it was his final race - i never lasted more than the first 3 laps and tuned back in for the finish - but was glad to see that the man started his final race where he belonged, in pole position. While i cant drive manual, i could recognise both the face and voice of peter brock no problems. To Peter's family, i wish you a long life.
And to all those poor bastards born this week and to be named steve brock or brocky irwin stay away from cars and wildlife.
TimeWastin:
South Park episodes - entire series
Not for the faint hearted - polar bears - DO NOT MESS WITH
It would be wrong of me not to add my dos pesos on the untimely passing of the crocodile hunter and peter "perfect" brock. i am not sure if its a reflection on me or the pull off this person but i will always remember where i was when i heard the news that the croc hunter was gone - looking for a park in a Perth garage. At the time i thought that it was maybe 6 months after april 1 and those wacky radio djs decided to do a half aprils fools. Alas, by the time we had pulled the hand brake on, it was confirmed that the catch cry of "crikey" was the newest addition to the endangered list. While i was never a huge fan of him and when i heard the initial news of his death assumed that a salty had enough bullshit with this whole "moving the chicken just as i go for a bite" routine and went for the other white meat, i immediately felt the lose. The crocodile hunter had just the right amount of larikin and passion that made him immediately identifiable to all, as a true Aussie. While many questioned his handling and dramatics he did more for nature and wildlife in this country, as well as marketing Australia as a eco tourist hotspot, than any i am aware of - except for captain cook. To his family, i wish you long life.
The king of the mountain - the name said it all. While i never claim to be a rev head i, like most men of the eastern suburbs, have probably spent a lazy afternoon watching cars go around in the hope that there would be a crash. it was during these arvos that i found myself to be a bit of a ford man, possibly the aussie in me likes the underdog, but also admiring the one they called Peter Perfect. It was Brocky that actually made me want to watch a car race that went for 24hrs in 97 as it was his final race - i never lasted more than the first 3 laps and tuned back in for the finish - but was glad to see that the man started his final race where he belonged, in pole position. While i cant drive manual, i could recognise both the face and voice of peter brock no problems. To Peter's family, i wish you a long life.
And to all those poor bastards born this week and to be named steve brock or brocky irwin stay away from cars and wildlife.
TimeWastin:
South Park episodes - entire series
Not for the faint hearted - polar bears - DO NOT MESS WITH
30 August 2006
Funkin for Fatty
Just a quick one today and really more of a plug for a mates band - Goodjohnson. While the lead is a little hairy he does good music. I recommend all to check out the myspace site for them and listen to some of the free tracks they have - excellent to have in the background while you work on a powerpoint presentation (or typing a blog). Tonight is the end of their very successful residency at the Excelsior hotel and all should attend because you can then say to the cool people that you used to see them in pubs and they were so much better before they went mainstream. If you are lucky you may even be able to buy the band a drink (or 2) and then you can tell your kids of the night you and the Gj-crew hit the turps and you woke up in a puddle of unknown liquid with your shoes in your back pocket and a strange rash that does not seem to go away - not speaking from experience ;-)
Also went for a great meal last night with TKatz to the Nelson Hotel in the junction. While i have been there a few times for the liquids on offer, i have never actually eaten, even though i have heard some good things. The reason we ended up there was i wanted Mexican and with the demise of Montezuma's at bondi it is impossible to get good (read: dirty), cheap and tasty mexican on the east. As a last resort we went to the mexican opposite the Mill Hill and after looking at the prices it was decided we move along - PLEASE for any readers out there let me in on any hidden mexican gems on the east. As luck would have it TK suggested the Nelson and our fate was sealed.
The Nelson is a dank and nasty pub - I loved it, TK was having second thoughts. The public bar at the front is part of the appeal with the decor and style that is a true aussie pub. If you can think of any aussie movie made in 80s. that had a pub scene in it, then you have this pub. Dodgy memorabilia, stale beer, old school stools around the counter the whole deal - even blokes smoking winnie blues! If you go around the back then you will find the dinign area with some excellent pub food at great pricing. Last night we had the Bangers and Mash and the $10 steak special and both were gold. While i have eaten cheaper stakes in other pubs it was worth the extra money as the quality was great and the meat was very well cooked - i have gone to places that charge over double for their steaks and could not hit medium rare if their jobs depended on it. The bangers were very good quality thick beef (so no questions need asking for the chosen people out there) slobages, not to the level of the Bellevue, but at 12.50 it was a done deal. The menu was vey large for a pub and had options for those unlucky vegetarians - all in all a great place.
TimeWastin:
Goodjohnson myspace site
Laughed my arse off - the slingshot ride
Uphold the law - sniper style
Also went for a great meal last night with TKatz to the Nelson Hotel in the junction. While i have been there a few times for the liquids on offer, i have never actually eaten, even though i have heard some good things. The reason we ended up there was i wanted Mexican and with the demise of Montezuma's at bondi it is impossible to get good (read: dirty), cheap and tasty mexican on the east. As a last resort we went to the mexican opposite the Mill Hill and after looking at the prices it was decided we move along - PLEASE for any readers out there let me in on any hidden mexican gems on the east. As luck would have it TK suggested the Nelson and our fate was sealed.
The Nelson is a dank and nasty pub - I loved it, TK was having second thoughts. The public bar at the front is part of the appeal with the decor and style that is a true aussie pub. If you can think of any aussie movie made in 80s. that had a pub scene in it, then you have this pub. Dodgy memorabilia, stale beer, old school stools around the counter the whole deal - even blokes smoking winnie blues! If you go around the back then you will find the dinign area with some excellent pub food at great pricing. Last night we had the Bangers and Mash and the $10 steak special and both were gold. While i have eaten cheaper stakes in other pubs it was worth the extra money as the quality was great and the meat was very well cooked - i have gone to places that charge over double for their steaks and could not hit medium rare if their jobs depended on it. The bangers were very good quality thick beef (so no questions need asking for the chosen people out there) slobages, not to the level of the Bellevue, but at 12.50 it was a done deal. The menu was vey large for a pub and had options for those unlucky vegetarians - all in all a great place.
TimeWastin:
Goodjohnson myspace site
Laughed my arse off - the slingshot ride
Uphold the law - sniper style
25 August 2006
Sport in Drugs
It seems that in the past weeks it has been impossible to open a paper without some sport star being busted for drugs and i, like the rest of the sporting public, but unlike the sports governing bodies, am not surprised.
It started with the race and the sport most often assosciated with drug scandals - Le Tour de France. With the recent domination of this race by senor Armstrong and his seemingly impossible back to back victories the race has had drug clouds over it since his second win. To add to that the huge blood doping scandals that resulted in not only the highest ranked racers but entire teams banned from competition it is of no surprise that this years winner was under question. For those who are not aware Floyd Landis won the race after pulling a miracle out on the 17th stage that saw him go from almost 10 minutes behind and falling fast, to being 3rd and only 45 seconds behind the leader. All commentators thought that it was a super human effort and, as his pee showed later, it was. Never was the concept of having a clean race really addressed or expected but that it was the winner who got caught was the surprise. The only real question to be raised out of this recent scandal is of Le Tour itself - is it so ridiculously demanding that drugs are not only used but required to get your team to the finish line.
Then we move onto the next sporting arena in which the general public all agree is a drug smorgasbord but never proven to be so - track and field. The number of former sprint kings and queens who have come up the wrong side of the testing regime is as long as a long list of something long. In recent times the fastest man in the world - i say fastest even though he officially is equal fastest, but his running time was rounded up to meet the current mark - Justin Gatlin was busted and received an 8 year ban for drugs. To ensure that the women athletes do not let there male counterparts take all the limelight, 5 time olympic medalist Marion Jones has tested positive for EPO in June and it is only a matter of time before more come through. These test results hit the press and get thrown around not because of what was found but whom the test belonged to - i am sure hundreds of nameless athletes yearly pee in the cup with the realisation that their time is up and we hear nothing.
To bring the focus to this great southern land we have a drug problem in sports but thanks to the great Australian tradition of "getting loaded" it is not performance enhancing. Our sport stars do not shoot themselves up with EPO or other such things but instead have a tendency to get white line fever - easily identifiable by the constant sniffles and having only one nostril. While not a huge star of rugby league this past week saw North Queensland front rower Mitchell Sargent getting busted for powdering his nose after a win. While it was recreational use and not performance enhancing his team decided to remove his contract and kicked him out - something that while harsh is in line with the NRL drug policy. Then if we want to talk about the legal drug of alcohol then the problem is dramatic - Boonie for example (still a god for what he did at the crease and in the air). Yet again it is of no surprise that these young blokes with cash in hand and hours to kill do not dabble in the chemical arts to pass the time. Australians would be surprised if they were found to be on the juice, not if they were found rocking up to the games, with pupils the size of golf balls and a tendency to hug people or inanimate objects, glow stick in hand.
Whilst the general public knows that sports and drugs go hand in hand, like a good Chinese feed and a messy tablecloth, why do governing bodies assume that the sports are clean? Why, when their half assed testing methods actually catch someone, do they proclaim they are winning the war on drugs, when society is losing the same war? It would be refreshing for a sport to acknowledge that they will never win the drug race but they are doing everything they can to narrow the gap. Or just give the players freedom to take what they want and see who kill themselves first...my mistake they already do that - its called WWE.
TimeWastin:
Winners say no - Jordan top 10 dunks.
This winner said yes - Maradona tribute video
Daily Sudoku game
It started with the race and the sport most often assosciated with drug scandals - Le Tour de France. With the recent domination of this race by senor Armstrong and his seemingly impossible back to back victories the race has had drug clouds over it since his second win. To add to that the huge blood doping scandals that resulted in not only the highest ranked racers but entire teams banned from competition it is of no surprise that this years winner was under question. For those who are not aware Floyd Landis won the race after pulling a miracle out on the 17th stage that saw him go from almost 10 minutes behind and falling fast, to being 3rd and only 45 seconds behind the leader. All commentators thought that it was a super human effort and, as his pee showed later, it was. Never was the concept of having a clean race really addressed or expected but that it was the winner who got caught was the surprise. The only real question to be raised out of this recent scandal is of Le Tour itself - is it so ridiculously demanding that drugs are not only used but required to get your team to the finish line.
Then we move onto the next sporting arena in which the general public all agree is a drug smorgasbord but never proven to be so - track and field. The number of former sprint kings and queens who have come up the wrong side of the testing regime is as long as a long list of something long. In recent times the fastest man in the world - i say fastest even though he officially is equal fastest, but his running time was rounded up to meet the current mark - Justin Gatlin was busted and received an 8 year ban for drugs. To ensure that the women athletes do not let there male counterparts take all the limelight, 5 time olympic medalist Marion Jones has tested positive for EPO in June and it is only a matter of time before more come through. These test results hit the press and get thrown around not because of what was found but whom the test belonged to - i am sure hundreds of nameless athletes yearly pee in the cup with the realisation that their time is up and we hear nothing.
To bring the focus to this great southern land we have a drug problem in sports but thanks to the great Australian tradition of "getting loaded" it is not performance enhancing. Our sport stars do not shoot themselves up with EPO or other such things but instead have a tendency to get white line fever - easily identifiable by the constant sniffles and having only one nostril. While not a huge star of rugby league this past week saw North Queensland front rower Mitchell Sargent getting busted for powdering his nose after a win. While it was recreational use and not performance enhancing his team decided to remove his contract and kicked him out - something that while harsh is in line with the NRL drug policy. Then if we want to talk about the legal drug of alcohol then the problem is dramatic - Boonie for example (still a god for what he did at the crease and in the air). Yet again it is of no surprise that these young blokes with cash in hand and hours to kill do not dabble in the chemical arts to pass the time. Australians would be surprised if they were found to be on the juice, not if they were found rocking up to the games, with pupils the size of golf balls and a tendency to hug people or inanimate objects, glow stick in hand.
Whilst the general public knows that sports and drugs go hand in hand, like a good Chinese feed and a messy tablecloth, why do governing bodies assume that the sports are clean? Why, when their half assed testing methods actually catch someone, do they proclaim they are winning the war on drugs, when society is losing the same war? It would be refreshing for a sport to acknowledge that they will never win the drug race but they are doing everything they can to narrow the gap. Or just give the players freedom to take what they want and see who kill themselves first...my mistake they already do that - its called WWE.
TimeWastin:
Winners say no - Jordan top 10 dunks.
This winner said yes - Maradona tribute video
Daily Sudoku game
23 August 2006
ITS BACK
For the past month or so i have been walking around unfulfilled. For some unknown reason while i was seeing everything that the large fruit (big apple) has to offer there was a void in me - possibly in the sub cockle region, maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys, maybe even in the colon but i dont know. It was not until the past week that that void was filled and that filler was football.
After such a great world cup - by far the best one i have watched, thanks socceroos - i think i actually was suffering from withdrawal symptoms. In hindsight it is no surprise, given that i had a month solid of watching very good football to be left with out any replacement. Perhaps those clever people at nicerbate can develop some patches that slowly release highlights into your blood stream so that you can get on with life. They could actually market an entire range of post world cup patches depending on how well your team did. They would invariably then need to release a patch to the poor unfortunates who live on the other side of the world of any world cup host nation, to slowly release caffeine and other stimulants to keep you awake during those boring daylight hours between the next lot of games.
The first step to my fulfilment was on Wednesday night when i went and saw the newest Socceroos take to the field against the football giants Kuwait. While many people said the game was boring, and they were right, to see my national team perform and come away with a win they did not deserve was excellent. To add the ground swell of support (read: bandwagon) that turned the previously blue aussie stadiums to the "sea of gold" put the icing on the cake.
Then over the weekend the mighty lions 1XI roared and had a win and a draw in the final 2 games of the season. While we did not play so well in patches this season the 1XI showed what we were capable of and all are keen for next season and championship glory. Hopefully the referees will be just as keen for next season and decide to do their job as opposed to watching the hacking fest that most our games turn into.
Today with Liverpool getting through to the next stage of the champions league i am happy as the proverbial swine in feces. No longer am i unfulfilled and i owe that to football (and a very big sandwich) being back.
Time Wastin:
For the simpson fans out there - create a character
In case you picked up the dennis leary reference earlier - enjoy
After such a great world cup - by far the best one i have watched, thanks socceroos - i think i actually was suffering from withdrawal symptoms. In hindsight it is no surprise, given that i had a month solid of watching very good football to be left with out any replacement. Perhaps those clever people at nicerbate can develop some patches that slowly release highlights into your blood stream so that you can get on with life. They could actually market an entire range of post world cup patches depending on how well your team did. They would invariably then need to release a patch to the poor unfortunates who live on the other side of the world of any world cup host nation, to slowly release caffeine and other stimulants to keep you awake during those boring daylight hours between the next lot of games.
The first step to my fulfilment was on Wednesday night when i went and saw the newest Socceroos take to the field against the football giants Kuwait. While many people said the game was boring, and they were right, to see my national team perform and come away with a win they did not deserve was excellent. To add the ground swell of support (read: bandwagon) that turned the previously blue aussie stadiums to the "sea of gold" put the icing on the cake.
Then over the weekend the mighty lions 1XI roared and had a win and a draw in the final 2 games of the season. While we did not play so well in patches this season the 1XI showed what we were capable of and all are keen for next season and championship glory. Hopefully the referees will be just as keen for next season and decide to do their job as opposed to watching the hacking fest that most our games turn into.
Today with Liverpool getting through to the next stage of the champions league i am happy as the proverbial swine in feces. No longer am i unfulfilled and i owe that to football (and a very big sandwich) being back.
Time Wastin:
For the simpson fans out there - create a character
In case you picked up the dennis leary reference earlier - enjoy
21 August 2006
Back to normal
It seems finally my jetsetting lifestyle is coming to an end. After being in South Africa, UK, USA and Alice Springs in the previous 4 weeks my life is getting back to normal = more blog.
But before i get to the reason for todays entry must take time to update peoples on my life:
1)Tam finally got back from the states after her flight got delayed 24hrs. The bastards not only delayed her flight numerous hours but got her to board and then sit on the plane while they fixed a second fault. They finally managed to shut the door and all looked good but an hour after take off the plane turned around due to the cockpit window being dodgy under pressure at altitude. Morale of the story is never fly united.
2)Lions Football is finished for the season and we ended on a high note with a win - one last club song never goes astray. To the boys involved well done and hopefully we can kick on with the same team for next season.
3)I have gotten fat - alright i have gotten fatter. To say that i have gotten fat would be to indicate that i was previously not fat which is not technically correct. Weight is all relative. Relative to me in 10 years i am thin, relative to me 10 years ago i am a tubby bastard.
Now the real reason for my update is to comment on the most common of common grounds the sporting arena. While in New York with tamsky and her familia we went to see the Yankees play the most sacred of American past times - baseball. It was an experience which all most try at least once as it was a true insight to America.
In order to get to Yankee Stadium you catch the train and that in itself was interesting given that the game was mid week yet the trains were full of the recognisable NY logo. No one, it seems, was at work. or maybe it was a true indication of the size of the city that the offices were full and the stadium was easily 3/4 full. Then once off the train you have to work through a sea of people just to get your tickets. Should you run out of steam getting through the masses you could always grab a hot dog or pretzel from the carts that bombarded you from all sides. I have never worked so hard just to sit on my ass and watch sport!
The stadium was amazing and the atmosphere was great but the game itself is crap. One of the coolest things are the guys who are running around and selling stuff through the stands. While we are starting to see some of that creep into the footy here it is very different. The average dude selling cornettos at the swans is just as happy to stand and watch the game as the guy in the seats and only sells shit when someone actually grabs them - over there it is a living for these people and these guys are working there butts off.
It is an amazing experience to see these guys carry around crates of beer, pretzels, hot dogs and chips and the transactions that follow. Each guy has a different style of peddling their wares with the chips dudes being the coolest as they just throw bags of chips in all directions and then they walk up a minute or two later and get the cash. Even getting paid is an amazing thing as dudes are just passing down their hard earned to some unknown strangers who just keep the ball moving until the sellers gets his cash. Then the process is reversed if change is required.
Imagine the next time you are at the bunnies (or insert league team of your choice) and you have the hankering for some freshly reheated "meat" in either a pie or dog format - you just pass some cash to the dude next to you and in seconds you get your change and your food. No more getting your toes destroyed, beer or food dropped on you because the well meaning but trashed yobbo wants another pie/round/piss/throw up in someones shoe. The yanks are onto something here...
TimeWastin:
They make it look easy and great soundtrack - Parkour
Simple but addictive - yeti sports
But before i get to the reason for todays entry must take time to update peoples on my life:
1)Tam finally got back from the states after her flight got delayed 24hrs. The bastards not only delayed her flight numerous hours but got her to board and then sit on the plane while they fixed a second fault. They finally managed to shut the door and all looked good but an hour after take off the plane turned around due to the cockpit window being dodgy under pressure at altitude. Morale of the story is never fly united.
2)Lions Football is finished for the season and we ended on a high note with a win - one last club song never goes astray. To the boys involved well done and hopefully we can kick on with the same team for next season.
3)I have gotten fat - alright i have gotten fatter. To say that i have gotten fat would be to indicate that i was previously not fat which is not technically correct. Weight is all relative. Relative to me in 10 years i am thin, relative to me 10 years ago i am a tubby bastard.
Now the real reason for my update is to comment on the most common of common grounds the sporting arena. While in New York with tamsky and her familia we went to see the Yankees play the most sacred of American past times - baseball. It was an experience which all most try at least once as it was a true insight to America.
In order to get to Yankee Stadium you catch the train and that in itself was interesting given that the game was mid week yet the trains were full of the recognisable NY logo. No one, it seems, was at work. or maybe it was a true indication of the size of the city that the offices were full and the stadium was easily 3/4 full. Then once off the train you have to work through a sea of people just to get your tickets. Should you run out of steam getting through the masses you could always grab a hot dog or pretzel from the carts that bombarded you from all sides. I have never worked so hard just to sit on my ass and watch sport!
The stadium was amazing and the atmosphere was great but the game itself is crap. One of the coolest things are the guys who are running around and selling stuff through the stands. While we are starting to see some of that creep into the footy here it is very different. The average dude selling cornettos at the swans is just as happy to stand and watch the game as the guy in the seats and only sells shit when someone actually grabs them - over there it is a living for these people and these guys are working there butts off.
It is an amazing experience to see these guys carry around crates of beer, pretzels, hot dogs and chips and the transactions that follow. Each guy has a different style of peddling their wares with the chips dudes being the coolest as they just throw bags of chips in all directions and then they walk up a minute or two later and get the cash. Even getting paid is an amazing thing as dudes are just passing down their hard earned to some unknown strangers who just keep the ball moving until the sellers gets his cash. Then the process is reversed if change is required.
Imagine the next time you are at the bunnies (or insert league team of your choice) and you have the hankering for some freshly reheated "meat" in either a pie or dog format - you just pass some cash to the dude next to you and in seconds you get your change and your food. No more getting your toes destroyed, beer or food dropped on you because the well meaning but trashed yobbo wants another pie/round/piss/throw up in someones shoe. The yanks are onto something here...
TimeWastin:
They make it look easy and great soundtrack - Parkour
Simple but addictive - yeti sports
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