tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90697993625390268212012-01-20T15:04:07.436+08:00Views, news, opinions, and other random nonsense.Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342656050881766970noreply@blogger.comBlogger1581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069799362539026821.post-37049278106023734552010-12-14T20:44:00.004+08:002010-12-15T00:32:44.665+08:00

One of these days someone is going to have to explain the logic behind the idea that someone else's choice of spouse somehow delegitimises my marriage.Let's face it. We're not living in the most comforting of times. Our economy exists at the whim of a despotic Chinese regime. Our government is inept and lacking anything even resembling fortitude- and the only alternative government is a

Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342656050881766970noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069799362539026821.post-50223338210708327122010-12-08T23:16:00.000+08:002010-12-08T22:49:31.097+08:00

F--k it. Yeah, I'm writing on this (long dead) blog again. No, I don't expect that any of you will care in the slightest.I suppose the done thing would be to play a little catch up. So, what's going on with me?I'm still married, and still happily so. It'll be our fourth anniversary in a couple of weeks.Remember Lauren? Yeah, well she turned two this past August. I know, right? Time just

Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10342656050881766970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069799362539026821.post-85139522454598825002009-07-08T11:05:00.004+08:002010-11-24T23:16:34.986+08:00

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My little girl is growing fast...Later.

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I've got a new post up over at the new blog. I won't be back here very much, so feel free to add the new place to whatever reader you happen to use.Later.

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But here's the thing: I WILL be back. I have no idea whether it'll be in a month or in a year, but I'm going to come up with a format that gives people a laugh as they waste ten minutes of their day.A month and a bit, as it turns out...Yep. I'm back. Only not here, here.It should be pretty self-explanatory. Drop by and let me know what you think...

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Nope. I'm done.This has been gnawing at me for a few months now: This blog blows. It is frightfully dull, utterly pointless and- worst of all- not in the LEAST bit funny.When I started this blog, I did it with the goal of belting out a range of interesting and entertaining posts on a variety of different topics. I figured that I had a smidgen of writing ability and a reasonably well-developed

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Courtesy of the woman who's textually represented on the web by a plump pair of breasts, we have our very FIRST Just Ask Andy reader's question!Question: My hair is lacking in volume and shininess. How can I rectify this problem. Is there a product you can recommend?Two words: Turtle Wax. Damn right.Yep. Slap in a handful of turtle wax after you have a shower, use it to sculpt your hair into

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Parenting is often a matter of good, old-fashioned trial and error. Sometimes, you'll strike it lucky and come across a handy technique. Other times, you'll try something and it'll end BADLY. For example...WIN: The single BEST toy you can buy for a wee little nipper is a Jolly Jumper. For those unaware, a Jolly Jumper is essentially a big harness that attaches, by way of long elastic straps,

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You know, I've always thought that I'd have something of a talent as an agony aunt.Why not? I'd like to think that i have a wide enough rabge of knowledge, and I can spin bullshwa with the best of 'em. It's not like they have any OTHER qualifications.So I thought, "F-it". I'll give it a bash.Of course, in order to wow you all with the depth and breadth of my knowledge, I must first have some

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I have an announcement to make.A-HEM...I am now OFFICIALLY a non-smoker. Our bank account is heaving a f-ing MASSIVE sigh of relief.If you've been visiting my little dog'n'pony show for a while, you might recall me talking about an anti-smoking drug called "Champix". I started the course of tablets WAY back in September, and, after one little slip-up, I am now both ciggie-free AND

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I meant to mention this a couple of weeks ago, but I plum forgot.Anyway, during my New Years resolution post, I mentioned the idea that I wanted to sell a photo at some point during the year. Yesterday, someone reminded me of my goal, and mentioned that it would be a SUPER idea to post some of my better shots online for people to critique.At that point, I had to sheepishly inform this person

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F-it. The guy's that f-ing retarded that he misquotes HIMSELF, so there's no reason why I shouldn't.With his presidency (thankfully) in its death throes, Ol G-Dub decided to regale the Washington media corps with one last indication that he has gone completely f-ing MENTAL.You know, if he had even the SLIGHTEST grip on reality, he'd be using these last few days to personally telephone each and

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For as long as I live, I will always be grateful for the fact that both the wifey and I were able to spend the first few months of Lauren's life at home. It really has been wonderful to be able to spend the first few months learning how to be parents, without the worry of where the next cheque is going to come from.Unfortunately, the lotto gods haven't smiled upon us, so Mary has been counting

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You know, someday, someone's going to have to explain to me just what it is that compels Americans to keep telling everyone how good they think they are.While we were on holiday, we were moseying around Borders when we came across a documentary taking aim at Michael Moore called, succinctly enough, Michael Moore Hates America.I share a few viewpoints with Michael Moore. I firmly believe in

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...and, party on, dudes!

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Well, that pesky last digit on the ol' calendar is getting ready to flick over once again.For me, the year has been a pretty good one. Actually, truth be told, this year has been f-ing AWESOME.I mean, 2008 was the year that my first child was born. How much f-ing better could it GET?Aside from that, 2008 has been a year where a lot of things have fallen into place for me. After dithering and

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So, did we all have a nice Christmas?First of all, my humblest apologies to any of you that took the time out to wish us a Merry Christmas, only to be met with deafeningly rude silence in return. In my wisdom, I decided to switch the mobile off and stay away from email and whatnot in order to spend some more quality time with the wife and kid. But rest assured, you were all in my thoughts, and I

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So, we decided to make a quick trip to the local supermarket today.Like anywhere, shopping in the lead up to Christmas is f-ing painful. The place is packed to the rafters with a pack of unwashed douchebags, all scurrying around trying to blow their cash (or, more accurately, their CREDIT CARD COMPANY'S cash) on whatever toy or gizmo they need to complete their meaningless lives.Woah. Serious

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Sooner or later, it had to come to this.Now, I realise that I might offend some of you with this statement, but I would hereby like to propose the criminalisation of stupid baby names. I suggest that the prescribed penalty be something along the lines of a small fine, a sharp smack in the mouth and possibly a compulsary desexing.Trust me on this: Nothing... NOTHING... pisses me off more than

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A while ago, I made a reference to a past of drug use.I am a firm believer in the difference between drug use and drug abuse. I never abused drugs. I always knew that there was a time and a place, and I can't think of a time where my drug use affected my work or personal life. I enjoyed getting pissed, or having a few cones or tabs or whatnot, and I maintained a measure of control whenever I did

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Ahhh. The feel of your own bed. Does anything beat it?After over 5,000 kilometres of driving and Jah-knows how many of flying, the Bullhorn clan are safely ensconced in the comfort of our own home. Not to mention the sad realisation that we won't feel the satisfyingly chilly bite of cool air for a LONG f-ing time.And wouldn't you know, the day we pull our little wagon back into this

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I can definitely see why people love living in Melbourne. Just as easily, I can state with the utmost certainty that I could never be one of those people.See, you have to realise that I am happily unfashionable. Not in that “so unfashionable that I have my own distinct style and therefore AM fashionable” way either. I can go MONTHS without putting on a pair of enclosed shoes, and MY only usual

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Well, there's no doubt about it. Holidaying with a three-month-old baby is NOT the best idea you could come up with.To put it mildly, Lauren has been having a little trouble adjusting to the continually changing surroundings. She's been great during the days- taking in the new sights, playing with her toys and generally having a grand old time. Come night time, though...Lordy f-ing LOO.She

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It would appear that I spoke too soon the other day.A couple of hours after I knocked out that last post, my connection went dead again. Rat f-ers.The truth is, though, that I couldn't give a flying f--k about the state of my home internet connection- mainly because I have escaped the ochre-hued hell that is the Pilbara region of Western Australia.Yes, my dear e-friends. I am on f-ing HOLIDAY!

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Didja miss me?I really should have known better. Things like this NEVER go smoothly for me.One of the more frustrating aspects of moving house is being subjected to the ordeal of transferring telephone and internet services across. Dealing with telecommunications companies is not MY idea of fun.This time, though, I was actually shocked by how quick and simple the process was. The phone was

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For all intents and purposes, we're completely moved. We still have to unpack everything, and the cleaners haven't quite finished at the old place, but we're in the new house.And not a second before time, either. Trust me on this: Moving house with a three-month-old in tow was NOT one of our better ideas.We're both a bit sore and VERY f-ing tired, but the move went about as smoothly as we

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Around these parts, this week is the very definition of "slammed".Three-month-old+organising holiday+moving house+trying to fix up an old truck=Too knackered for words.So here is the news in short form.Almost two weeks after I thought I had it finished, the truck finally started for the first time today. As it would need to be done before tomorrow to avoid a costly and inconvenient towing fee, I

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I have arrived at a conclusion. I honestly believe that John McCain is TRYING to lose the election. He's throwing it.No, REALLY. I'm not kidding here.Think about it. Before he won the GOP's nomination, he was actually one of the more reasoned, moderate Republicans out there. He was always seen as the bulwark within the party against the rampant neo-conservatism of the Bush/Cheney regime-

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Remember back a month or so ago, I made mention of the TV workshops being advertised by former Big Brother B-show host (and current douchebag) Mike Goldman?Heh. The idea that Mike Goldman would run a workshop where he'd advise people how to get into a TV career (AND expect it to be successful) STILL makes me giggle like a loon.HAW HAW HAW!Oh, LORDY. That's GREAT. A good laugh does a fella good

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I have a little business to attend to. I have been instructed to make a certain announcement.A-HEM.I would like to announce that my wife is very, VERY cool.HOW cool? Well, think of the COOLEST thing you've ever seen. She's even cooler than THAT. Oh yes.Cooler than Fonzie on a motorbike. Cooler than Snoop Dogg in that music video he did with Pharrell.Cooler than a THOUSAND ICE CUBES strapped

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In the IMMORTAL words of that great poet and philosopher of our time, Ice Cube, "Today was a good day".I'm often made mention of my distaste for the town in which I live. Almost as frustrating is the state of our house itself.Part of my wife's work package is that we get a heavily subsidised house as a part of her employment contract. Unfortunately, the house we were supplied is in DESPERATE

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Heh. I'm not REALLY that much of an arsehole, I promise. I'm actually incredibly touched about this thing.Well, after doing this blog thang for a few months, I have just been given my VERY FIRST AWARD!!!A-HEM. First of all, I'd like start by thanking my wife, who supported me through the barren years months and allowed me to nurture my unquestionable greatness...What? You mean I don't get to

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Hey, f-er! I never signed no "nudity" clause!Well, our year-end holiday is all booked and paid for. You have NO idea how much of a relief it is to know that we are escaping this f-ing hellhole for a few weeks.You want to know how much? Well, we're not even into NOVEMBER, and we're ALREADY having weeks where the daily temperature is around 40°C. If we're LUCKY, the mercury might drop below

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Meanwhile, in an alternate reality...Meet Roger.Roger is a doctor. After years of gruelling study, he decided to ply his trade as a General Practitioner in a little corner office, just down the road from you.Roger isn't your average doctor, though. See, Roger has a strange foible. A QUIRK, if you will.See, ever since Roger was a wee little kiddie, he's had an imaginary friend called Manuel.

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I hate this time of year. It's still months away from Christmas, but already the department stores are looking to get their claws into your Christmas budget.Don't get me wrong here- I like Christmas as much as the next bloke. What shits me is that every year, they seem to start putting out their Christmas decorations earlier and earlier. I reckon that between Christmas, Valentine's Day,

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Here's some heavy duty irony for you.My snazzy new laptop, which was built and sold by Dell, is working absolutely perfectly. Every aspect of the thing has more than exceeded my expectations, with just one TINY little exception...For some reason, I can't access the Dell website. Every OTHER website works fine, mind you. Just Dell's.See? Irony.

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Well, so far so good. I've graduated from the pissy little quarter doses onto a half of the regular dose per day. After tomorrow, I go on to the big kahuna full dose. Thus far, I haven't had any thoughts of suicide (although I DID have thoughts of bashing my head against a wall when Lauren was acting up, but I don't think that really counts), I haven't felt like throwing up or anything like that

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A few days ago, I moaned and whined about Lauren giving us hell with ten straight hours of screaming. It would appear that she's cunningly developed an even MORE effective way to send her doting parents completely f-ing nutty.And don't give me that shit about a five-week-old not being able to form complex plans of vengeance. I am utterly CONVINCED that she saw me laughing when she pulled her

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After having sat around for most of the afternoon, I was itching to get out of the house, if only for a short time.Now, as ridiculous as it seems, this can be something of a dilemma around these parts. The weather has already started heating up, and with a newborn in tow a trip down to the beach or a park is out of the question. The indoor time-killing destinations in this town begins and ends

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The next few weeks are going to be rough.Back in March, I decided that since I was finally going to drop some kilos and get healthy, I may as well go the whole hog and give up the cigarettes as well.I had been doing pretty well, too. I lasted about three weeks, and then I had surgery. I woke up from the anaesthetic with the cravings from hell, and that was that. I snuck a couple of smokes, and

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If you've read this blog for any length of time, you'd be aware that I am something of a foodie. As such, I often take the opportunity to kick back zone in front of a few cooking shows.May Jah BLESS Foxtel's Food Channel...I tend to be pretty choosy when it comes to which TV chefs I watch, though. Obviously, Gordon Ramsay is at the top of the tree. Not only for the fact that he's obviously a

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From the comments for my last post, care of Luli:"PS- You haven't posted ANYTHING for a while, maybe you should get onto that!"Nag, nag, NAG. All of a sudden, it's like I have TWO wives.In all honesty, it isn't the new baby that has caused my irregular posting schedule. The laptop that I ordered STILL isn't here yet (f-ing Dell), and punching out blog posts on a keyboard that only occasionally

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I haven't posted a recipe for a while, have I?Over at her blog, Suvvygirl canvassed for some decent dinner ideas. I thought that a recipe that was reasonably quick, extremely simple to prepare and tasted f-ing FANTASTIC might be worth a look. She wanted the recipe, so here it is.Risotto is a great dish to master. Aside from being a tasty little number, you can put literally anything you want

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Sunday was my very first Father's Day as a father. It is very weird actually being on the receiving end of Father's Day presents for the first time.The wife, of course, was cursing how well I timed things. She has to wait until next year before the next Mother's Day comes along. Heh.The loot I picked up for my first Father's Day involved a few DVDs, including one I hadn't heard of before.

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Ask and ye SHALL receive!So, in my last post, I mentioned how Bonnie hadn't been around for a while. Thankfully, she took the hint and updated us on her own pregnancy. Attagirl!In her latest missive, she said this:So what else to report..... I now have less than 12 weeks to go til I become a mummy (scary!) time if flying a little to quickly for liking. I feel I am not yet up for the challenge.

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I stole this from Bonnie (who REALLY needs to let us all know how the pregnancy's going- hint hint) a while back. Should you wish to steal it from me, be my guest.1. What is in the back seat of your car right now? A baby seat, a couple of CD folders, and a few of those green hippie bags that you buy from the supermarket.2.When was the last time you threw up?This morning. One of the drawbacks of

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You know, it's phenomenal just how quickly a baby develops that most human of characteristics.Guile.Lauren has certainly started exercising HERS, that's for sure. She has a pathological hatred for having her nappy changed, so she launches into her own little spoiling tactics as soon as she goes onto the change mat.Her tactics are quite impressive. If she kept her legs locked straight out, we

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That's Mary, my bewwwwwdiful wife, by the way. Ain't she a cutey?I guess it's safe to assume that the era of daily posting around these parts is well and truly over. For the time being, at least.Obviously, I have a little more on my plate at the moment.This whole "fatherhood" thing is great fun. I've never been one of those people who has been particularly "natural" around kids, but everything

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So, after a bit of deliberation, our new baby came home this evening.The original plan was for her (and the missus, of course) to stay in hospital for one more night, in order to finish up one last day of the antibiotics. Lauren, however, had other ideas.Over the past couple of days she discovered that if she banged her hand against the side of the perspex hospital crib, her canula would make a

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Yep, I missed another day yesterday. I damn near missed today, as well.After the excitement of Sunday, my mind has been pretty much fried over the past couple of days. I have also been a busy little bee.Aside from placating a rather pissy brother (compare ME to the Eagle? Ooooooooh- low blow) and making my daily pilgrimage to the hospital to see my two favourite people, I have actually shocked

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I mentioned that Lauren was put on antibiotics straight after she was born as a bit of a precaution. The last pre-natal appointment the wife had showed that she had some manner of staph infection (not the big, scary staph, but some other less dangerous- except to untreated newborns- strain) in her chooch, which apparently occurs in over a third of people. It is pretty much harmless to the

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Here she is...The first picture of our gorgeous daughter, taken mere minutes after her birth.A little later in the evening. She spent a few minutes laying on he mummy's chest, then I took her to the nursery to have a canula inserted for her antibiotics, and then she dropped right off to sleep.I took this one today. Needless to say, THIS is the photo we'll be pulling out in exactly 21

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1.30AM Sunday, 17 August 2008: The wife spins her delightfully charming tale of mucous and gushes. I wonder what the f--k I've gotten myself in for.4.00AM: I head off to bed. The missus is awake, but feeling fine. I drift off to the land of nod.6.30AM: I wake up, and stumble off to the can. On my return, the missus is wide awake, and talking about what might be rather tame contractions. We

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If you can read this, then I am DEAD.Actually, no I'm not. But if you can read this, I AM probably in the middle of having a baby. Well, technically, the WIFE is having a baby. I'm probably just hanging about, trying not to get in the way.SHE kinda does the heavy lifting in this particular process. But you know what I mean.I got to bed at around 4am (which, to be honest, is about the usual),

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AWOOOOGA! AWOOOOGA!WARNING: THIS MAY BE TOO GRAPHIC FOR SOME OF YOU. IF YOU'RE THE SQUEAMISH TYPE, YOU MAY WISH TO SKIP THIS POST. CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED._________________________________I'm pretty sure I know what "breaking the bag" means, but I'm not positive. To be honest, I'd rather remain in the dark unless (or until) I need to.Over the past nine months, I've learned WAY too many

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You know, they really should make instruction booklets a bit more easy to follow.As the baby is due to come popping out any minute, I figured it would be a good time to install our fancy new baby seat. I wasn't expecting this to be a particularly troublesome task, mind you. How hard can it be?So I dragged everything outside, opened up the car and set to work.In the Forester, the baby seat

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So, you're holding the Olympics, eh?Sure, you need to build a few stadia, improve your public transport and quash a little dissent. Most importantly, though, you need to get your most brilliant marketing minds together and come up with a cutesy little logo that completely embodies what your country stands for.Ideally, something really big will happen over the next couple of weeks in downtown

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I needed to pick up a new set of printer cartridges this afternoon. We aren't exactly heavy printers, so when our old printer shat itself we just picked up a reasonably cheap Canon multifunction. It isn't anything special, but it knocks out photos and prints whatever letters we need. I think it cost us $100 or so, brand new.I nearly choked when I heard that to get a new set of cartridges for

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There is an aspect of pet ownership that people rarely consider. If everything goes WELL, and the pet lives a long and happy life, one day you are going to be faced with making a rather unpleasant decision.You are going to have to ask the vet to kill your pet.Well, today is that day for us. We heard from the vet today, and while the cat doesn't have FIV, he is still in a pretty bad way.They are

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I have nothing particularly profound or amusing to talk about today, so I figured that I'd just share the very few things that are on my mind.-The cat is back at the vet's today. Since his visit last week, he hasn't improved, and now every time he breathes it sound like Darth Vader drinking a milkshake through a straw. I'm no trained vet or anything, but that can't be good.The vet ran a couple

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I've mentioned before that Luli, of Nothing You Confess Could Make Me Love You Less, is one of my very favourite fellow bloggers. She's smart, funny and most of all, unique. Sure, she's a damn hippie, but sometimes you just have to let some things slide. She's good people.Anyway, she was recently interviewed by the Pakistani Spectator, a large blog emanating from sunny Pakistan. She acquitted

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I found these during my travels around cyberspace. These are reputedly transcripts of actual exchanges between air traffic controllers and pilots. I had a nice belly laugh at some of them, so I figured I'd share them with you. Enjoy._______________________________ATC: "TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees." Airline Pilot: "Centre, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we

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"When I get a chance to play golf or go out on a boat with good people, take the boat out and throw some lobsters on the grill, get the ice-cold beer and the cigars- that's heaven right here on Earth."-Bernie Mac. 1957-2008.Don't worry- I'm not all that big on throwing out pissweak heartfelt eulogies for celebrities that I've never met. Or even the celebrities that I've sat and got pissed

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Yeah, I skipped another day yesterday. I needed to decompress a little. For the sake of not getting all pissed off, I'm going to talk about something completely unrelated to the pregnancy. It's not like I know anymore today that I did a couple of days ago, anyway.With all of the pregnancy related shenanigans, I didn't mention the sudden announcement that Western Australian Premier Alan

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Unfortunately, today's hospital visit didn't go well. Thankfully, it didn't go badly, either.We ended up spending about three hours in the hospital, with the wife hooked up to the foetal monitoring gizmo for most of the visit. The machine monitored both mother's and baby's vital statistics, with the staff there keeping a close eye on the missus' blood pressure and the baby's heart

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Did I mention that the wife and I are expecting a baby in the next week or so? Heh.The missus is well and truly into the "get this f-ing thing OUT of me" phase of the pregnancy. She reckons she's felt things start shifting around inside her, so she's convinced that the baby is just about to start its southward journey. Of course, that COULD just be wishful thinking.She had an appointment with

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You want to make shitloads of cash? Become a vet in whatever town WE happen to live in.In the past two-and-a-bit years we've been up here, we must have stuffed a good four or five grand into the pockets of our local vet. No wonder they all drive fancy f-ing cars.Yet another few hundred of our hard-earned shekels (well, the wife earns them- I just sit at home and look pretty) were frittered away

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Nope. No post yesterday. I sat down in the evening to knock out something brilliant decent barely adequate, and my ADSL connection died. Again. F-ing Primus...But my connection is back up today, so I thought I'd knock out another meme. I saw this elsewhere, and figured it would make a dandy little post. Besides, it didn't require even the slightest bit of creativity or effort. Bonus!A.

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Some people really are too stupid for this Earth.Every so often, I check out my hit counter to find out how people are coming across my little corner of the web. Of all the things I've written about thus far, by far the most common search to find this blog has pertained to the shenanigans between Big Brother housemate Brigitte Stavaruk and her former FWB Eric Tatarelli. Not for nothing, but the

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So, you're just the average Joe (or Jill) Public. You work hard, you enjoy blowing the froth of a few coldies on the weekend, and you're good to your family and friends.You've never really had either the time nor the inclination to give a great deal of thought to politics. You've long since decided that, given the fact that most politicians are amoral jizzstains, they really aren't worth your

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Whatever happened to the good, old fashioned beating?The wife has introduced me to a show she's been watching on Foxtel, called "Brat Camp". The series is a British production, featuring a group of out-of-control teens who have been loaded onto a plane and sent to a camp in the Utah desert that specialises in turning these types of kids around.The kids are your run-of-the-mill little shits.

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You've all heard about pyramid schemes, right? Those illegal "get rich quick" malarkies where no wealth really gets created, it just merely gets transferred up the line, so that everyone who got in early makes money off the back of those who got in later on, who, in the end, wind up taking a metaphorical log up their jacksies and losing their shirts?For a while now, I've thought that we have

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After receiving the requested copies of the supposedly outstanding accounts, I got a call this afternoon from some bim at Baycorp.She apparently called simply to confirm that I had indeed received the accounts. After telling her that the accounts HAD, in fact, arrived, I spent a good fifteen minutes asking her a whole chain of questions about the alleged debt. Each question required her to tap

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Bad timing is the bane of my f-ing existence.As I've mentioned many times previously, the wife and I currently live in the Pilbara region of Western Australia. As I've ALSO mentioned that while we appreciate the opportunity that living and working in the Pilbara provides us, the minute we are financially comfortable our arses will be but a blur.Living in the tropics has taught us one vital

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I can't be arsed writing today, so in lieu of something interesting I thought I'd throw out a few snaps of my budding vege garden.First of all, the picture I posted a couple of months ago, so you can see the progress:I've had to rearrange the pots in order for everything to get as much sun as possible. But here are the plants today (along with a retarded kelpie in the background):As it stands,

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I have a theory. I think that every person needs know how to make ONE knockout feed REALLY well.Single people need to know that nothing makes underwear drop toward the ground quicker than an incredible meal. If there happens to be a guy/girl that has taken your eye, but has thus far resisted your charms, a stellar feed might just tip you over the edge and get you laid.(Don't get me wrong- this

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Baycorp today furnished me with copies of the outstanding accounts from the alleged debt. I can now confirm that this definitely is NOT a case of confused identity. The accounts definitely relate to a couple of phones that I had with 3 Mobile a few years back.I've been giving a bit of thought to the events surrounding this account. After I realised that the service would be worthless to me, I

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I know I can come across as a happy-go-lucky cherub (shaddup), but as a keen observer of society, it doesn't take a great deal to raise my hackles and thoroughly piss me off.So, with that in mind, I present the first of a bit I plan on running peridoically, called "What Shits Me".Enjoy.1. F-ers who take forever at a petrol station.Look, here's the deal: If you are looking to buy your weekly

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What? You didn't think I'd let the finale go by without aiming the BULLHORN at it, did you?I had hoped to keep the thing going right through the season. Unfortunately, after the first six weeks or so, the show just got that annoying to me that I couldn't face spending a few hours recapping it each week. The recaps started sucking donkey balls, and I couldn't motivate myself to try to improve

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I'm taking a stand.With apologies to any readers who are employed in this industry, I can't think of a single business that I have LESS respect for than the debt collection industry.Actually, you know what? I make NO f-ing apologies to anyone for saying that. If you happen to work in the debt collection agency, then shame on you. Get a job in a LESS predatory and more respectable industry. Maybe

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I have had quite a few things on my plate for the last couple of days, thus the lack of updates. I plan on catching the Big Brother finale tonight, and unless it utterly bores me to tears I'll knock out a recap for it tomorrow. Until then, hark back to when Big Brother WASN'T an utter clusterf--k:

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A while back I mentioned that I pissed off all traces of Windoze XP from my laptop, and had decided instead to try my hand at setting up Ubuntu Linux.I can happily report that as of today, I have solved the last little configuration problem that I found. Everything on my laptop is now working perfectly. To be honest, it could have been sorted out a few weeks ago, but I got a bit lazy about it.

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For every Bill Gates out there, there are a thousand people who were faced with a revolutionary idea and thought, "Eh- I'll pass, thanks". Here's what some of history's less-gifted visionaries had to say:"This 'telephone' has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. The device is inherently of no value to us." -- Western Union internal memo, 1876."The wireless

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I mentioned last week that my efforts to lose some of my excess flab have reaped some pretty great results thus far.No question, dropping twenty-odd kilos is a pretty satisfying experience. Of course, the only way one can lose such mass is to first put on the bloody weight in the first place. Also, you must keep in mind that although I've dropped that weight, I am still not even half way to my

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The wife got all excited last night, as she had what could have been her last doctor's appointment before the baby is due.So I accompanied her down to the hospital to hear what the doc had to say. Unfortunately, things did NOT go as planned.We have been under the impression that she was around 36 weeks pregnant, with a due date being in the middle of August. All of the ultrasounds that we have

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A while ago, I shared a few funny stories about someone who-shall-remain-nameless. At the time, the anonymity I ascribed to the subject of those stories aroused suspicions amongst some of you that the subject may have indeed been me.They weren't, but I promised that at a later date I WOULD share some of my own more embarrassing moments. So here they are.I'll do some more of these types of posts

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"We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office."-Aesop, who lived in the sixth century BC. Just in case you thought that the standard of our politicians is some sort of NEW phenomenon.Rather than browbeating you all with my own opinions on the virtues of the different sides of the political landscape, I thought that I might let you all in on some non-partisan political

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Don't look now, but I think I'm growing a conscience. Whooda thought, eh?For as long as I can remember, I have been a huge cricket fan. As a kid, I played in a club side (as well as a representative district team), and every season my life was consumed by playing, training and thinking about cricket.I stopped playing in my teens, but my love of the game didn't stop. I still parked my backside

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Wow. Seems like those Canberrans are a feisty lot.After posting my thoughts on the Springer-like saga brewing between the recently evicted Big Brother housemate Brigitte and her boyfriend friend acquaintance Eric Tatarelli, it would seem that I've touched a nerve or two.I'll deal with the emails I've received another time, but for now, I just wanted to respond to an anonymous comment that was

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Well, the niece's visit is over.We dropped her off at the airport this morning, and I suppose the best way of ascertaining how much she enjoyed the holiday was her complaining that she didn't want to go home just yet. So I'm guessing that the trip was a success from her view.We showed her as much as we could around town, as well as the nearby places that can be done in a day. To be honest,

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I've caught myself a raging cold, I've been out on the road all day, and I feel like falling on my arse and passing out. So in lieu of a blog, I figured I'd share a few of the snaps I took today while visiting Marble Bar. Enjoy.

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It has taken a couple of weeks, but someone has finally asked where the recaps have gone.The answer is pretty simple. I got all pissy about a couple of things (don't ask) and decided to give them a miss for a week. Then I missed another week because no one seemed to notice.I don't mean that in any precious or douchey way, either. The recaps were getting a bit tedious to write, so they were

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As you may have guessed, I have a bit of a tendency to swear occasionally.OK- maybe "occasionally" isn't quite accurate. Usually, I curse like a sailor. Of course, being that I have an impressionable ten-year-old house guest at the moment, I have to tone it down a tad this week.The common thought is that those who swear profusely do so because they don't have the ability to express themselves

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I have learned something today. Something AWESOME.One of the completely unexpected benefits of having the niece come up to visit, WITHOUT her parents, is that without meaning to, she spills the beans on some really, REALLY embarrassing (and macho-reputation destroying) stuff about her dear old dad. Stuff that would make primo blog fodder should I ever decide to be a smartarse prick.Just so you

Andynoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069799362539026821.post-27819229026159714202008-07-06T15:09:00.001+08:002008-07-06T15:09:35.461+08:00

"Back tomorrow."-Me on Friday.I guess I lied, huh? Oh well. One missed day in over a month isn't TOO bad.Things have been a little hectic for the past couple of days. On Friday, we got a call in the morning from the car yard to tell us that the car would be ready in the afternoon, which was, on the face of it, a great thing. Unfortunately, our Friday afternoon ALREADY had a rather pressing

Andynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069799362539026821.post-4577083501665511162008-07-04T20:42:00.002+08:002008-07-05T06:57:51.143+08:00

Too busy to write,Visiting niece and new car,My cods are itchy.Back tomorrow.

Andynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069799362539026821.post-65996638055282499192008-07-03T13:15:00.002+08:002008-07-03T13:19:47.431+08:00

Well, it's official. Everything checked out, and sometime over the next couple of days we will be the proud new owners of a shiny, metallic blue 2006 Subaru Forester.We ended up getting a pretty decent price. For the year and the mileage, the sticker was already pretty good, and we were able to screw it down on the trade in. Couple that with the fact that we were able to buy the car up here,

Andynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069799362539026821.post-75131849363569237642008-07-02T10:05:00.000+08:002008-07-02T10:05:01.095+08:00

After the heavy stuff of yesterday, let's talk about something a little more fun.On Saturday, we toddled off to our last scheduled ultrasound before the birth.We were supposed to have gone for the appointment last week, however some unforeseen car troubles (that, by the way, ended up draining a cool four hundred clams out of the treasury, thankyouveryMUCH) forced us to reschedule. Somehow, the

Andynoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069799362539026821.post-12461868594832522012008-07-01T22:43:00.000+08:002008-07-01T22:47:00.246+08:00

After my last post, Luli and Bonnie made some valid points that I wanted to discuss a little further. I started replying in the comment box, but they were getting a smidge too lengthy. Rather than make a three page long comment, I figured I'd respond in a brand new post.Luli's Comment:Maybe they were bad kids, maybe they needed counseling in their lives, maybe they stole things maliciously.

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