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Further to yesterday's stupid & ignorant actions of Australia's own Monster Raving Loony Party, laughably calling itself 'One Nation', their so-called 'Leader' just had to go one better than her colleague, to prove that she's the most monstrous, loudest raving & looniest loony in the place...

So she wore a full burqa when she entered the Federal Senate chamber, before taking it off with a self-satisfied smirk & demanding that the Attorney General ban the garment in Australia... for "national security"

Our Attorney General, George Brandis (apparently a distant relation of mine, though I've never met him, nor do I want to) is not a very well-liked, nor overly respected public figure, having been at best ineffective in his role & at worst, a blathering idiot who can't even parrot stock phrases properly when the facts elude him. However, every blathering idiot has his day (Hi Donald!) & today was George's

He roundly, soundly & unequivocally berated the ignorant fuckwit for such a blinkered, divisive & frankly vulgar stunt & for being... well, an ignorant fuckwit. All in acceptable parliamentary language, of course, but we knew what he meant. So did the rest of the Senate, who gave him a standing ovation - something they probably thought they'd only do on the day he left office...

Maybe I should put him on the Christmas Card list this year after all...
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between Mankind & Wildlife has ended in a draw

Humans - 1

Animals - 1

And we're supposed to be the smart ones??!!
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... where it hurts to read the news

The tone of this article about a politically-aware school concert features 'outraged' comments from Ray Hadley - a Sydney shock-jock whose vitriol is fuelled by his equally breathtaking ignorance...

Of course, there's the Daily Trump rumpus. Each day of his reign of error is a blight on our species...

Be careful if you're out & about in Australia's warm Winter - the snakes think it's Spring...

Just like Dalmatians before them the husky/malamut breed is bearing the brunt of fame, because everybody wants a Direwolf, but nobody wants to keep & care for them. Here's hoping they form hunting packs & take inspiration from their Game of Thrones characters...

Meanwhile, Australia's Monster Raving Loony Party, aka One Nation, is not happy with the ABC - our national broadcaster - insisting that air-time be given to anti-vaccination groups even if they agree they're wrong. Why stop there? Let's do away with facts altogether & replace the news with hours of talkback 'opinion' from every fuckwit with a phone...
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Front and Back

Come back, thunder & rain... we miss you

It's been an unseasonably warm & dry Winter down here. When it has rained, it's been showers at most. And this morning was a hot August morning (not to mention a Hot August Night). This does not auger well for Summer...

Not that I've seen much of the weather, except for the very early morning, then the evening. I've been doing 6 day weeks to cover for a staff member whose wife is seriously ill, so I've been in the Showroom a lot, but am still on the road a bit traipsing around places in various stages of construction, demolition & decay, with my trusty laser measurer & dodgy drawing skills, helping convince people that, if you're going to blow your building budget, you may as well do it with style...

Fake News!

Aug. 8th, 2017 09:27 am
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If the Washington Post & New York Times are to be believed, the current USA administration & its figurehead are a lame duck. All we hear about are its failures to get any major legislation through a Senate it actually has the numbers in

Meanwhile... behind the headlines those right-wing, bigoted old white men are destroying more than I knew

If you can't land a killer blow, then death by a thousand cuts is just as effective...
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Godabbit... I hade habbing a code. Ezbeshly a hedd code. Id stubs me ub ad all I wad do do iz sleeb

Trouble is, it's a busy week at work & I can't. What a hero... Before you lecture me about spreading my infectious misery, I've been working mostly alone the last few days, so the only things I've possibly infected are carpet & timber samples

A day off today - scheduled, not a sick day, but fortuitously timed, as it's been the day where the stuffed headedness has reached its zenith... I hope. That way, it's all downhill from here. Or at least, a lot of coughing & the return of my sexy, deep-voice Barry White impression as the sore throat kicks in & my vocal register plummets 2 octaves Brigg id on!!

Even the cats aren't sure what to make of this shuffling, sniffling shambles...

Cat In The Box
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Justin Bieber to take 2 year break from music

Take as long as you like... please!!
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An interesting article on modern times... & the end of them

Some light, morning reading...

It's nice to have my decision to not have children validated
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Sorry to any of my rightward-leaning friends (of which I don't think I have any, but ...just in case), but this news just in fills me with global optimism

In fact, any news that tells me the human hairpiece has been thwarted - especially by his own adopted political party - keeps my misguided sense of optimism alive
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So... everybody knows about Australia's killer spiders, snakes, sharks, lizards, crocodiles, emus, cassowaries (okay, not everyone knows about the cassowaries, but you should) & you probably think we're exaggerating a little... or it's urban myths perpetuated by scared tourists (I admit - the DropBear is a made-up monster), but the fauna around here can still be quite alarming to us natives & genuinely frightening to the rest of the world

Here's an article from today's Sydney Morning Herald. You can read the full story here, with photos & links to other true stories of our deadly room-mates on the island...

Not all heroes wear capes: Why Aussies are braver than Brits

"Well that's the best piece of journalism I've ever seen in the Herald," said my workmate. He put his coffee down, and stared at his laptop screen in admiration.

"Which one?" I asked. "The Kate McClymont piece about ICAC?"

"No, that was OK. I mean the story about the British removalists."

Ah, of course. I knew the one he meant, but I had to correct a point of detail.

"Not just British removalists," I said, "but 'burly' British removalists."

"Yes," my friend agreed. "They were burly removalists and yet they were still scared by a huntsman spider ..."

I was forced to jump in once more: "A huntsman spider which – according to the BBC – was 'the size of a guinea pig'."

Yes, my friend agreed, a huntsman spider "the size of a guinea pig".

At that point we both just sat there for a while and considered the story. As published midweek, it was a simple enough tale. A couple had moved from Australia to Britain. A huntsman spider had insinuated itself into the shipping container.

A supervisor was quoted: "He ran two miles up the road when he first saw it," he said, describing one removalist.

Sorry, one "burly" removalist.

My friend took another sip of coffee.

I said: "I'm not even sure what burly means."

"Oh," said my friend. "It means strong, muscular, very large. These men are the best the UK can offer. They are gods among normal people and yet when confronted with a measly, placid, friendly, mosquito-devouring huntsman, the poor things run for the hills.

"I mean, if a burly Pom is this scared, imagine what a normal-sized Pom would do."

We sat there for a moment longer, letting the tale capture our hearts. That defeat in the cricket? Somehow it had lost its sting.

"They clearly don't realise they are harmless," said my friend, interrupting the silence. "If he was found in an Australian house, he'd be treated like a member of the family."

I nodded in agreement. "That's the least of it. He'd be given a nickname. 'Hairy Legs', something cute like that. Or maybe 'Mr Hairy'. If you had a toddler, she'd treat him like a pet. She'd sing him lullabies at night."

We savoured some more. The British really had stuffed up in 1942 when they failed to hold Singapore. Disappointed? We were ropeable. Then there was that thing – was it 1973? – where they joined Europe and stopped buying our lamb chops. That wasn't good either.

It was good to see them get their comeuppance.

"I have a cousin in the UK," I said.

"I have a brother," he said.

We went back to our laptops. "Should we send the story direct on Facebook Messenger?" my friend asked. "Or put it on Facebook, then tag them?"

I took a sip of coffee. "Best to do both," I advised. "That's what I did with the flying fox story."

He looked at me quizzically. I had to explain. It was late last year and The Times of London reported that Australia had been struck by a plague of flying foxes. These tiny, sweet-faced bats can, it's true, create problems with their poo. The Times, though, wasn't focused on the poo. It was focused on the size of the animal.

The name flying fox, the paper confided, grew from the fact the animals were the size of foxes. Essentially, it was a fox with wings. The way the paper carried on, you could see them dive-bombing sheep and carrying the bleating animals back to their nests.

Of course, I'd sent the link to my cousin so she might better understand how brave I must be to walk out my front door each morning; a man dive-bombed by winged foxes.

Better still, the story had come just after Mick Fanning had punched the shark.

"Oh, that was great," said my friend. "I loved that story."

I asked: "Did you send the Mick Fanning video to your brother?"

"Oh, yes," said my friend. "I posted the video wherever I could. I told everyone we're given shark defence lessons in primary school, and that Mick was just doing what every Australian is taught to do when confronted by a shark."

"Me too," I said. "Plus, I sent them the Australian Museum official entry on the drop bear – 'Thylarctos plummetus, a large, arboreal, predatory marsupial related to the koala ... around the size of a leopard or very large dog'. That really did freak them out."

My friend purred with pleasure. "They must think we are so brave – what with air-born foxes and the drop bears, the spiders the size of guinea pigs and the need to punch a shark just in order to have a weekend swim."

I nodded grimly. "We're brave, all right. I'm brave. You're brave. And we're not even that burly.
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Did you know that historians & archaeologists have replaced 'AD' with 'CE' (Common Era)? I didn't either, until I read this article about the Moai heads on Easter Island...


With cremation on the rise as the preferred method for dearly departed disposal, you can now have a diamond made using the carbon in their ashes...

What a wonderful time to be alive... or to die
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So the trigger-happy cops in Minneapolis shot dead an Australian ex-pat today. Whatever comes out in the investigation/blame-fest won't bring her back. Tragic

On the radio this afternoon, I heard a newsreader say "Friends of the woman said she loved life"

Honestly? Really? I mean... who doesn't?!?! Even if you're not having a great time right now, it's still better than the alternative, surely...

Obversely, I'm also a great believer in euthanasia & the right to die. Maybe it's just that I'm not a fan of stock phrases, clichés & lazy journalism


Jul. 14th, 2017 07:52 am
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Just found out yesterday that Bruce Barry died in May this year... Many Australians of a certain age will remember him for his acting roles on TV & in movies from the 60s & 70s

I'll remember him as a funny, warm, caring man who I knew for only a few, short years, but will always think of that time with laughter & great fondness
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The Sri Lankan Navy... a Green-Peacekeeping wonder...

You know what swimming is to me? Staying alive, when you're in the water... (Paul Stookey)
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The reason I've been so quiet, Journal-wise, the last few weeks. These guys (girls, actually) are about 9 months old - the equivalent of teenagers &, just like the human version - they keep Dad on the go...


Jun. 30th, 2017 07:49 am
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Is alive & well...

Blah blah tragic loss... blah blah so much to live for...blah blah their unborn child. Blah blah... All I see is an idiot who will no longer be a drain on society's resources. Honestly - if you're stupid enough to think that playing around with guns is cool & a shortcut to 'fame'... we, as a species, can spare you

Do I blame social media for this? Not at all - I firmly believe that no matter what you do, stupid people will continue to do stupid things. They did it before the internet, they'll keep doing it now. And frankly... keep it up!! Keep going over Niagara Falls in a giant beach ball. Keep bungee jumping without ropes. Keep climbing over high fences with locked gates, onto giant construction cranes, then taking the short way down

Despite the best efforts of religion & right-wing politics, Nature will always find a way to weed out the weakest links...
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Night Flares

I don't really have a thousand words worth reporting...

Speaking with a friend on Tuesday & my honest answer to "What's been happening?" was "Not much - work, eat, sleep..." Not necessarily in equal proportions, of course... I'm not working much

But seriously - I AM working quite a bit, though not as many hours as L-SP. Trying to eat less... even trying to sleep less, but the encroaching Winter & darkness at 6.30am don't encourage early rises. Thank goodness for my Butcherbirds alarm clock

Speaking of which... I can hear them calling now


Jun. 20th, 2017 06:57 pm
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June 20th...

I had to be reminded by L-SP that today is the 2nd anniversary of my Father's death. To be fair, she reminded me of that a week ago, but I don't really attach a lot of importance to the actual day, or date - the event is forever in my memory, as is Father, so remembering the day itself is not really a priority, or necessity for me

It certainly seems to be for my Sister though, as she's been an increasing wreck as the date approaches & was vocal in her wish to gather the immediate family (all 3 of us) at the local RSL Club to commemorate Father's passing. Something I vetoed profanically (is that a word? It is now!!) when L-SP told me, then emphatically in conversation with my Sister. My Mother was in my corner, not wishing to keep carrying a heavy ghost around... but who knows? His birthday & Fathers Day - certainly... A discreet toast at Christmas - probably... but to remind ourselves annually of a bloody awful day & for my Mother & I to recall the sight of his lifeless body? No fucking way!!!

Unfortunately, the perfect excuse for not holding such a vigil arrived last week, with the unexpected death of a friend. His funeral was held today - June 20th. His wife is a long-ago former flame of mine, with whom L-SP & I have kept in friendly contact, helped along by the fact that Ken was a lovely man & I can only wish that they'd had many more happy decades together

So, a funeral for a friend on a day that was never going to be sunshine & rainbows to begin with... Somewhere up there, is a petty, vindictive, little shit of a god

I've visited & spoken with my Mother today & we raised a glass to Father. I've been down in his old workshop, which still has a lot of his stuff... & himself in it & raised another glass to him. I've poured a third for Ken & may have a fourth to introduce him to Father - I'm sure they'd have got along like a house on fire - yelling, screaming, destruction of property & the authorities being called to the scene famously... My kind of guys

Good News

Jun. 17th, 2017 08:23 am
waitingman: (Australia)
Unless you're a shareholder in a mining company...

Solar Power - The Coal Killer

Which puts Australia in an interesting position - as a nation that has relied heavily on what we rip out of the ground & export to the rest of the world, it means a big transition to whatever our next economic driver will be. But we also get a shipload of sunlight... all the time!!! At the very least, we should, with the rapidly improving technology, be able to power our own lights. And if we really are the 'Clever Country' we like to call ourselves, we should be at the forefront of that technology

After all, thanks to political short-sightedness over the last 20 years or so, one of Australia's most successful exports has been our scientists, who head overseas because of continual funding cuts to research institutions that don't serve the fossil fuel agenda, by governments in thrall to the money & influence of the big mining companies - who seem to think there's an inexhaustible amount of stuff we can dig up, while the sun just sits there... tanning the workers

Myself, I'll happily get a solar-powered/electrical car, just as soon as it sounds exactly like my beloved OBluV8 at full roar down the Hume Highway...


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