Tuesday, September 27, 2005

HAPPY BIRHTDAY WHINGY YANK BOY!

Aspen Daily - Shaun

My Brother turns 26 today...Cheers!

Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing. He
concludes by saying:

"Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed in an accident'
"OH NO!" the President exclaims. "That's terrible!"
His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching
as the president sits, head in hands.
Finally, the President looks up and asks..........

''How many is a Brazillion ??!'

Enough.

This shit has got to stop. There has been quite a bit of talk about RPS on both radio and TV lately with $35,000 to be won on Nova in Sydney, but RPS-15 and RPS-25 is JUST FUCKING RIDICULOUS!

Call me a purist, but the whole beauty of RPS is its simplicity. Allow me to demonstrate:

Rock beats Scissors. Paper beats Rock. Scissors beats Paper. The End.

Easy isn't it people. Bringing a bloody Dragon, Devil, Bowl and Cockroach(!?) is just fucking dumb. In addition the name RPS is an abbreviation of ROCK PAPER SCISSORS, not Rock, Gun, Lightning, Fire, Snake, Human, Tree, etc. etc. ad bloody nauseum.

And as a sidenote, anyone who uses Dynamite or Water in an RPS showdown should be ritually disembowelled with a ball point pen. That's just idiotic.

We deal with the big issues on Toeing the Line.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

I Am A Lazy Mongrel

Even though its been a week since we've actually been to Steve and Kate's Wedding, I've only just got the photos off my camera and uploaded them to Flickr.

Congratulations to Kate and Steve. We had a great time and it was fantastic to have weekend away with friends. Even it has ferkin' cold and actually snowed on the Saturday morning (a sight at which I was very excited at I must admit). Cooking a BBQ breakfast in the snow is a new experience however.

The Bollywood party was fantastic with everyone getting in the spirit. Kris has posted some of her pictures over at her site as well. I went as a Telstra help desk employee. Heres my identification...

Telstra Card

Sultry No?

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

AVAST YE SCURVY DOGS. BRING ME A CAKE!

Arr! Joys of joys. It's International Talk like a Pirate Day! Arr.

And it just so happens to fall on my Birrrthday. So send me some gold, wenches and rum ye motherless sons of dogs.

ARRRR!

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

For those attending Steve and Kates Bollywood Party on Saturday night - Constructing the Perfect Turban.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Things that have interested/amused/raised my eyesbrows lately

A computer made from Lego. Sweeet.

Hoegarden Wit Clone Recipe

Tassie Mercury Tells it like is for the Victorians

John Howards view of Brogergate

Todays PVP. Heh. Chet Awesome-Laser.

iTunes 5. I've downloaded and installed it, but have yet to really play with it.

Noooo! It can't be happening. We going to lose the Ashes.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Happy Birthday Tricky Ricky

It's Tricky Ricky's Birthday !



I'm under strict instructions from the wife not to reveal the offending age. Instead here's a picture of him on my wedding day.

Tricky Ricky

Happy Birthday Dad. I'll have a couple of James Squires Full Strength Original Ales for you this afternoon.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Charlie and the Backward Pants

The Wife often comes home with some great stories from school, and yesterday she didn't disappoint.

There is a young lad by the name of Charlie in one of the infants classes at her school who can often be a real little bastard, throwing books, pencil cases and the like across the room at other kids, screaming his small head off in class and generally just being a little prick. Yesterday was Charlies turn at their equivalent of "Show and Tell", and he popped up and delivered his presentation.

During the course of the presentation, the teacher of the class noticed that not only were Charlies shoes on the wrong feet, his pants were on back the front. As she normally bears the brunt of Charlies tantrums, she had a hearty little chuckle to herself and told Charlie that his speech was so good she wanted him to present it to one of the other teachers. This of course was a cunning excuse to give the other teacher her own hearty chuckle at the expense of Charlie. But, alas, this teacher wasn't in her classroom and the recess bell had gone. "It doesn't matter Charlie", the teacher said, "Out you go to play", and sent little Charlie off to run around the playground in his wrong footed shoes and back the front pants, looking like a right little unit.

Kids can be so cruel, but teachers can downright evil.