Crack open another chook.

See the cloud front rolling over the Grampians? When that rolled over last night, Dad was outside, skipping around in circles, drinking chooks blood, and chanting as part of some sort of ad-hoc rain dance.

Dad came home yesterday and passed me a phone number of a guy he knows somehow who is a mad keen climber. Which is not really a good description of the guy, as all climbers appear to be both mad and keen, right? So the grand plan all starts coming together. I now have a book, equipment, and a partner. Look out.. lock up your rocks, rock owners!

Katie has given me dates for her visit! I'm going to plan out an action-filled farm holiday to amuse and delight her with. Our unsophisticated yet genuine country ways will warm the cockles of her heart, reinvigorating her faith in human kindness, good square meals, and gravel roads.

This weekend I'll head to the big smoke. Choco is taking me to see a band! I hope he buys me dinner as well. I imagine we'll partake in our eternal struggle for domination of small enclosed areas, by way of a game of squash. Lately Chris has been developing a secret weapon which has been destroying both my serve and nerve. He gives a shriek like peregrine falcon and charges into the serve on the full, extending himself up and out, bringing the racquet over his head and drives the ball down and straight. The flurry of motion and whirring of gangly limbs ceases and the point is over, and I'm usually frozen solid in a primeval 'fight or flight' state.


It may surprise many of you to know that this is the same dog as shown previously. That's a confronting fact, I appreciate that. But sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. At least that's what the guy on the telly commentating the soccer said this evening. I've no idea what it was in reference to, but I'm curious.

I put a site hit-counter on here the other day. I just want to come straight out and explain that this is to stroke my fragile ego. Cue hollow laughter.

I effing hate that old Gorillaz album with that 'Clint Eastwood' track on it. However, I downloaded the new album, I'm not really sure why, but it 'KING ROOLZ. As does the new Daft Punk album. I feel so, so, ..., mainstream. I just know that if these albums were by a band called 'the sinking midgets', I'd like them so much more. This is an indictment on you as much as me, dear internet reader or software robot. Also, somehow I managed to miss Deltron 3030 in 2000 (with Dan the Automater and Del the funky homosapien), and that is heaps grouse too, but you probably already knew that, huh?

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