I'll clamp you good.

We've had two little kids staying over the weekend, so I took them out to do a bit of yabbying in the dam. I schooled them in the dark arts of yoinking out a yabby by its 'antenna', and luring them using nothing more than a piece of string (no bait). I've now stocked up 3 of our dams, which previously did not have any yabbies. That gives me a feeling like I just put a whole lot of money in the bank... oh yeah.

Otherwise, I've had a productive weekend. I've moved out of the fluffing around stage working on this convergence thingy, and started banging out equations. This makes me feel better, because at the end of the day I say Lo! cast thine eyes over yon page! These formulae should keep our bellies full and our beds warm this night.

The two kids that were staying were lovely kids, but are jay-dub kids (Jehovah's Witnesses). So, they have all the crazy lingo going on that I haven't heard in a long time, such as constantly calling my parents 'Brother John' and 'Sister Gael'. Also, their complete lack of direction and understanding of their life ahead of them and the choices they have to make bugs me no end. All else is more or less ignored outside the cult. Especially since they are the youngest of a large family of 9 kids, all of whom are sharp as a bucket full of pihranas. Their older siblings have done absolutely fuck all with themselves, dropped out of the cult to varying degrees, and have had not had an opportunity like I had to get up and out of the cult and the small town mentality. It's not that they couldn't, I honestly beleive they have a better chance than most. They just aren't doing enough of either questioning or plotting. Gets me fired up, I tells ya. So when I had them down at the dam, I'm asking these kids the hard questions, giving them a good drilling. Bloody 13 year olds.



I'm a-bound for Bot-a-nee bayy on Wednesday, my plane arriving early in the arvo. I'm looking forward to it. Does anyone feel like picking up my gadoonk-a-doonk-doonk from the airport? Oh stop! One at a time, please! I'll be leaving the following Wednesday. There's also a remote chance that Choco might attend some b.s. conference in Sydney on Fri, in order to come to the 'greatest party in the world', which is either on Fri or Sat night, I'm not sure.

The following photos are from our ski trip to NZ a couple of years ago...

Man, oh, man. We snuck in a bottle of duty-free spirits into the main pub in Queenstown as we had bought about 6 or 7 litres of vodka and bourbon, and seemed hell bent on downing the lot as fast as possible, in order to ward off the cold and give us superhuman strength. I'd like to say the above glamourous ladies were involved in a tongue-twister competition, but that would be a lie.


This photo amuses me no end. When I was browsing the photos, this one sent me into a fit of giggles and snorts. B-roq looks like a depraved sexual predator, drunk out of his skull, making an awkward and creepy pass at some bird who has drunk her own weight in champagne and crystal meth. I'd love to press play on this photo, and watch the scene continue. "Cum 'ere luv... I'll showw yer a bffff... wwwwhothefukayu? wozzit? wozzit? bwaahhh... fugyaden..." with a backdrop of "hee hee hee! hee hee hee! ooh! hee hee heee!" from Wendy. I think 'stuck in the middle with you' would be playing in the background also.


Drinkin', smokin', and laffin'.

PS. Jay-Z sez:

Middle finger to the law, nigga grip'n my balls
All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc