What a weekend at Indy down on the coast! *phew*
As per usual, there was the action that differentiates this event from almost all other race events around the world: girls on balconies who will display their 'wares' with the help of a bit of alcohol.
Of course, many of them are professional types as I see them enter the circuit in the morning and leave in the afternoon. They apparently make some good coin from it, so if they're happy doing what they do then I have no problem with it.
What makes me wonder about is the blokes with the beer on other hotel balconies and down on the street. Anyone would think that they have never seen a pair of tits before in their lives.
Yeah - OK - I tend to agree with Ron The Cable Guy (or was it Ron White?) (rent a copy of The Blue Collar Comedy Tour - VERY funny!) that if a bloke sees one woman naked, he wants to see the rest of them naked as well - even the old bikie molls with their bits hanging down around their waist. "Things that make you go..... Brrrr-rrrr-rrr *shudder*"
But to cheer and chant and then abuse a girl for not lifting her shirt? Maybe I'm just getting old or something. Hooties are nice to look at but treat them like the sun: have a quick glance and admire the scenery and then find something else to look at without making a big deal about it :) This is an especially handy principle to work on should the girl that they're attached to be hanging onto the arm of a bloke that makes your average testosterone-enhanced gorilla look like a 98lb weakling and has the temperament of your average man-hating, rabid lesbian whose 'cycle' lasts the entire 28 days!
There were some interesting things happening while working trackside - I mean, apart from the getting in for free and having a free pass to give to a friend to that they could get in for free as well. Who would have thought that it would be so hard to GIVE away a FREE 4-day pass into the Indy?? I have the FREE passes of 2 other people sitting at home with my own unused pass. Go figure...
Apparently there is also a big fight going on at racetracks all around the country now as those individuals who work the flags (Flaggies) are now seemingly not allowed to do their job and thus show the blue flag to slower traffic thereby allowing faster vehicles to pass. The order must now come from Race Control.
I don't care what anyone says - you can have your sensors on the track and be able to predict when and where a vehicle will pass but having worked on racetracks for the past 11 years, those up in the tower are NOT qualified to make a call about what is happening down on the track. Sure - they are very experienced people up in the tower but there is nothing quite like being on site. This "technology for technology sake" ideal that the wannabe technophiles have can be very disturbing at times. Will the computer push the cars or bikes out of the sand traps as well? I think not.
Anyway, with the events of the past year, we forgot to book the room for the extra night down at Sufferers Parasite (Surfers Paradise) and ended up having to get out of the room on Saturday morning.
Many, many, MANY thanks to Nick & Nora for being the most charming and pleasant hosts in putting us up for the night. I don't know how I can repay the favour but I'll keep trying :)
It rained on the first 2 days, but I can usually fluke it that I will be under a tarp somewhere. Failing that, standing in the rain is a good option as well. Why are people so afraid of rain? Are they all poms or something? Was there a bar of soap on the footpath? :D
It turned out that I was fortunate again on my corner with no major incidents happening. The crowd love to see crashes but some poor bugger has to pay for it! I was also a bit upset about one crew member from one of the V8 Supercar teams having a go at my dad in pit lane because his foot was about half an inch over the yellow line. He redeemed himself by apologising later so I won't make a big deal about which team and giving him a big raspberry over it. Being in a crew can be stressful when there is the money involved that there is and it doesn't help when you get *some* marshals who become wannabe cops when they go on duty (my dad isn't one of them).
So... anyone else want a job at Indy next year? I got my dad a job there and he is now based permanently in pit lane. I get a mate a job there and he's in pit lane in his first year. I've been there 7 years and never been in the lane once! Oh well...
One final note... isn't it amazing how everyone has a comment when they see something out of the ordinary but their comments are so lacking in imagination that you can hear the same thing called out 20 times from 20 different people in about 10 minutes! Since the Indy circuit is so long, we ride bicycles in & out of the circuit at the start & end of the day. It saves a lot of time and makes life so very simple. The mate whose first year it was on track had this loaner bike that stripped the thread on the pedal and needed a hand - so I hooked up a rope to the seatpost of my bike and towed him out and back as we didn't have bits to fix it. by the 4th day, he decided to ride it without a pedal on one side because it was easier to do that than listen to intellectual midgets so lacking in wit that it is almost impossible to put into words.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Politically Correct
Just a little social humour.
How to tell the difference between Liberals, Conservatives and Albertans (I know I'm not from Alberta but I really like the solution)
Pose the following question:
You're walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small children. Suddenly, a dangerous looking man with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes with you, screams obscenities, raises the knife, and charges. You are carrying a Glock 40, and you are an expert shot. You have mere seconds before he reaches you and your family.
What do you do?
*LIBERAL ANSWER*
*CONSERVATIVE ANSWER*
*ALBERTAN'S (& Jai's) ANSWER*
How to tell the difference between Liberals, Conservatives and Albertans (I know I'm not from Alberta but I really like the solution)
Pose the following question:
You're walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small children. Suddenly, a dangerous looking man with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes with you, screams obscenities, raises the knife, and charges. You are carrying a Glock 40, and you are an expert shot. You have mere seconds before he reaches you and your family.
What do you do?
*LIBERAL ANSWER*
Well, that's not enough information to answer the question!
Does the man look poor or oppressed? Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack? Could we run away? What does my wife think? What about the kids? Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his hand? What does the law say about this situation? Does the Clock have appropriate safety built into it? Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind of message does this send to society and to my children? Is it possible he'd be happy with just killing me? Does he definitely want to kill me or would he be content just to wound me? If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my family get away while he was stabbing me? Should I call 9-1-1? Why is this street so deserted? We need to raise taxes, have a paint and weed day and make this a happier, healthier street, that would discourage such behavior. This is all so confusing! I need to debate this with some friends for a few days and try to come to a consensus.
*CONSERVATIVE ANSWER*
BANG!
*ALBERTAN'S (& Jai's) ANSWER*
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! *click*.... (sounds of reloading)... BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! *click*
Heritage Building Society & Rewards Points
I've been banking with Heritage Building Society for a bit over 20 years now. Things have been pretty busy over the last 6 months what with work and the problems with mum having cancer and losing the battle. Let's see if they come to the party...
Hello!
I have a couple of passes that I have redeemed through Heritage Rewards for Dreamworld which have expired by 1 day.
I have contacted Heritage Rewards and was told (paraphrasing) "tough!".
Dreamworld have told me that they will not honour the passes because they say that they will not get paid if they try to present them to Heritage with an expired date.
I realise that I should have used them sooner but there are circumstances as to why this is. Feel free to call me to discuss these in the attempt to try and come to an amicable resolution.
I would like to add that I didn't abuse any HBS staff (even after trolling through the endless set of menus on the "help" line) and was polite but was still not given much help.
I will not get abusive now as it will not achieve anything but might I ask that the passes be extended by 1 month so that I may use them as they were converted from points I have earned and redeemed. Dreamworld have told me that Heritage gets billed afterwards for the passes so it's not like HBS is going to be out of pocket on this.
I am happy to make up the shortfall on points should there be a difference between when I redeemed them for the passes and now should there be a difference.
Thanks for your time. I eagerly await your reply.
ps: letter posted on my blog: www.spanishredneck.blogspot.com.au
Monday, October 24, 2005
Philips Senseo
My mate Nick Charles (complimenting half to Nora Charles) from The Thin Man Returns once advised me to post any letters on here should I write to anyone. I think this is a good start.
For those who have not seen the advertisement on TV, the Philips Senseo is a coffee machine that originated in Europe and has *finally* made it to Australia. I bought mine over there and brought it back because it is that good - even if it did mean that I would be relying on friends to mail replacement pods over to me.
I'm now down on my knees begging Moccona to import some decent coffee milk to use with the machine as well because there is no equivalent on sale here in Oz.
For those who have not seen the advertisement on TV, the Philips Senseo is a coffee machine that originated in Europe and has *finally* made it to Australia. I bought mine over there and brought it back because it is that good - even if it did mean that I would be relying on friends to mail replacement pods over to me.
I'm now down on my knees begging Moccona to import some decent coffee milk to use with the machine as well because there is no equivalent on sale here in Oz.
Hello!
This is not a complaint - about the Senseo anyway….
I was in Europe last year and managed to use a Senseo while in Holland. Upon my return, I approached Philips (email) and they put me through to Breville who said that there were no plans to import the device, so I purchased one in Germany and brought it back with me along with many, many coffee pods (Customs rolled their eyes at me but didn't complain :)
(stay with me, this is going somewhere….)
Anyway, upon my return, I discovered that Australia is …well… at the *rsehole of the world when it comes to coffee quality and variety and if Moccona and Philips *really* want to help this device gain a hold here in Australia (as opposed to the Russell Hobbes version which sells it's pods for a disgustingly expensive rate), I would like to make a suggestion that will be both advantageous to your company as well as myself.
Are you ready? Here it comes….
** Please, please, PLEASE start importing some REAL coffee milk like they have in Europe to use with the Senseo (did I say "please"? If not: "pretty please with sugar on top")
Using the Senseo (and the RussHob wannabe) is …uh… CRAP with normal milk. The same with cream. It is only bearable with 'The White Death' (Coffee Mate) - but NOTHING will sell this product like word of mouth and COMPLETING THE PACKAGE!! Senseo coffee is consistent and amazingly good when black but it is SO much better with the real deal in coffee milk. I can understand 'market forces' and supply-and-demand and such, but is there really a point to only half-completing a job? I see the Senseo dying on the market if left to be used with normal milk to be 'enjoyed'.
Please, do not think that you have seen the product of which I speak if you have never been out of Australia - it is not available here. I have been to specialist delicatessans and coffee manufacturers (local) and all sorts of places and people just DO NOT know what I am talking about unless they have been to the continent and actually used this coffee milk. I've even approached Aldi (supermarket) and asked them when or if they will be importing the milk. This is considering that they are based in Hannover (Germany) and even their smallest outlets over there have (maybe) 6 or 8 different brands available.
Shall I say "please" again?
On the upside, at least I won't be relying on friends in Holland & Germany sending me care packages of coffee pods anymore…. :)
I notice that there is a cash back offer on the device in Myer at the moment - I need to work on my mates getting one each so that I can have decent coffee when I go over there instead of (yecch) instant coffee [even though I assume that the Senseo *is* instant coffee, it is SO much better….]
Please be kind to this coffee addict.
Thank you for your time
**** *****
Ph: ** **** **** a/h
M: **** *** *** anytime
Ps: letter posted on my blog: www.spanishredneck.blogspot.com
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Throwing good money after bad....
Those who know me know that one of my pet hates is that disgusting and foul waste of money that was constructed on the site of Lang Park in Brisbane. Of course I am referring to the Suncorp (Scumcorp) Stadium. $400 million of football stadium built out of QUEENSLAND taxpayers money so that BRISBANE can try to alleviate a bit of it's whiney I-wanna-be-like-Sydney-and-Melbourne disease.
We have hospitals that are having wards closed down (which started with the second most inept "health care professional" after "Dr" Jayant Patel: Wendy Edmonds. The minister for health who progressively closed down several extremely important wards at regional centres around the state. She's about 3 health ministers ago and pretty much the lowest on the "health care professional" tree. Here's a hint to what her qualifications were....
What does a stadium have to do with hospitals? How about Police? Teachers?
It all has to do with a fiddle-fuddling, jibber-jabbering, Joh Bjelke Peterson wannabe by the name of Peter Beattie (or Petie Beater if you see him for the feeder-of-chooks that he has proved himself to be on oh-so many occasions).
Here we have a state premier who seems to work on the old adage that if you surround yourself with fat people then you will look thin. His idea must have been that if you surround yourself with stupid people, the most gullible of people will think that you are not quite so intellectually challenged. Unfortunately, some of his ministers are obviously not as dumb as he once thought as for people like Wendy Edmonds and Liddy Clarke to be given ministerial positions means that they have the goods on him. If only I knew that info as well - I would make an excellent transport minister.
Before anyone says anything - don't go thinking this is a defence for Lawrie Springborg. This cretin should have been charged under the Domestic Violence Act about a week before the last state election but it is plain to see that he wasn't. Oh yes - remember the old days when people would say (while the state was in the hands of Joh): "Queensland Police: The best force that money CAN buy!"
Is there a point to this? You bet there is....
Here is Queensland. Broke. Screaming out for money. Can't afford police, nurses, teachers, hospitals, air conditioning for schools (or even to remove the asbestos off the roof of the schools). Queensland DOES have the money for ministers to redecorate their offices every time they move into a new one (WITH an upgrade of the air con system). They also have their fuel paid for when they wander aimlessly around the state while attacking cafe owners at Tin Can Bay, presumably not because of the environmental issue but most likely because the minister isn't scoring any coin out of the venture for the budget. Oh dear... seems the utter mismanagement of speed cameras in the state isn't enough to sponsor The Beater's 'study' trips overseas.
Now we get to the news of the last week (or maybe a bit more) where we hear that the Gold Coast is to get it's own football stadium. Fancy that... still short on police & teachers & nurses & hospital beds & the waiting lists are still at record lengths & illiterate halfwits labelled as 'heroes' by other illiterate halfwits (employed by Newscorp & such) get immediate medical attention after falling down while playing a game. Pity about those who actually NEED medical attention through no fault or stupidity of their own!
OK - since the last StuporStadium was handed over free-of-charge to The Donkeys who I detest not because they're not *my* team or anything pathetic like that but because everyone else thinks they are 'heroes' (simple-minded, gullible fools!)
Can you imagine what would happen if a father and son wanted to go to this PUBLICLY FUNDED venue to have a bit of quality time? Yeah - I know what would happen as well.
How many guesses does one need to work out if this new publicly funded venture down on the Gold Coast will have similar sized padlocks on the door?
I say that steps need to be taken to resolve important issues first. Empty out the senior 'executive' building at the end of George St and plonk in a few of those schools around the state that have been denied air conditioning because they are "just outside the boundary of those who need it" (ignoring the fact that the school is usually a demountable building with a perfect hiding place for brown snakes underneath while the outside temperature hits 40-degrees-plus.
Let us see how well parliament performs in those conditions while the future of the country and the world get a bit of luxury to help them learn how to run the world rather than learn how to run it into the ground.
We have hospitals that are having wards closed down (which started with the second most inept "health care professional" after "Dr" Jayant Patel: Wendy Edmonds. The minister for health who progressively closed down several extremely important wards at regional centres around the state. She's about 3 health ministers ago and pretty much the lowest on the "health care professional" tree. Here's a hint to what her qualifications were....
"Don't breathe - don't move. I'll just move behind this lead screen. (*bzzz* *click*) OK - you may get dressed and go now."
What does a stadium have to do with hospitals? How about Police? Teachers?
It all has to do with a fiddle-fuddling, jibber-jabbering, Joh Bjelke Peterson wannabe by the name of Peter Beattie (or Petie Beater if you see him for the feeder-of-chooks that he has proved himself to be on oh-so many occasions).
Here we have a state premier who seems to work on the old adage that if you surround yourself with fat people then you will look thin. His idea must have been that if you surround yourself with stupid people, the most gullible of people will think that you are not quite so intellectually challenged. Unfortunately, some of his ministers are obviously not as dumb as he once thought as for people like Wendy Edmonds and Liddy Clarke to be given ministerial positions means that they have the goods on him. If only I knew that info as well - I would make an excellent transport minister.
Before anyone says anything - don't go thinking this is a defence for Lawrie Springborg. This cretin should have been charged under the Domestic Violence Act about a week before the last state election but it is plain to see that he wasn't. Oh yes - remember the old days when people would say (while the state was in the hands of Joh): "Queensland Police: The best force that money CAN buy!"
Is there a point to this? You bet there is....
Here is Queensland. Broke. Screaming out for money. Can't afford police, nurses, teachers, hospitals, air conditioning for schools (or even to remove the asbestos off the roof of the schools). Queensland DOES have the money for ministers to redecorate their offices every time they move into a new one (WITH an upgrade of the air con system). They also have their fuel paid for when they wander aimlessly around the state while attacking cafe owners at Tin Can Bay, presumably not because of the environmental issue but most likely because the minister isn't scoring any coin out of the venture for the budget. Oh dear... seems the utter mismanagement of speed cameras in the state isn't enough to sponsor The Beater's 'study' trips overseas.
Now we get to the news of the last week (or maybe a bit more) where we hear that the Gold Coast is to get it's own football stadium. Fancy that... still short on police & teachers & nurses & hospital beds & the waiting lists are still at record lengths & illiterate halfwits labelled as 'heroes' by other illiterate halfwits (employed by Newscorp & such) get immediate medical attention after falling down while playing a game. Pity about those who actually NEED medical attention through no fault or stupidity of their own!
OK - since the last StuporStadium was handed over free-of-charge to The Donkeys who I detest not because they're not *my* team or anything pathetic like that but because everyone else thinks they are 'heroes' (simple-minded, gullible fools!)
Can you imagine what would happen if a father and son wanted to go to this PUBLICLY FUNDED venue to have a bit of quality time? Yeah - I know what would happen as well.
How many guesses does one need to work out if this new publicly funded venture down on the Gold Coast will have similar sized padlocks on the door?
I say that steps need to be taken to resolve important issues first. Empty out the senior 'executive' building at the end of George St and plonk in a few of those schools around the state that have been denied air conditioning because they are "just outside the boundary of those who need it" (ignoring the fact that the school is usually a demountable building with a perfect hiding place for brown snakes underneath while the outside temperature hits 40-degrees-plus.
Let us see how well parliament performs in those conditions while the future of the country and the world get a bit of luxury to help them learn how to run the world rather than learn how to run it into the ground.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Productive
I can't help it - I have to skite!
After this time of year that I hate so much (August/September) as it is so busy with something on almost every weekend (I know - I know - the answer is simple: "don't go to all those things!"). I just don't know what it is about that time of year that spurs everyone into action that they want to do things during these 2 months.
Anyway, I had almost a full 3/4 of a weekend to myself where I wasn't running around picking up stuff from one person or dropping stuff off to another. Not having to go to the local mega-hardware store to get building items while weaving between the blokes pushing prams with screaming kids (since when did a hardware joint become a shopping centre and thus a location for mindless wandering???)
After getting home on Saturday and avoiding going out again, I managed to relocate a 6' steel cabinet down the back and restock it with over a quarter-tonne of kitty litter (ask if you must :) and various bits destined to go on the hotrod, as well as reloading a huge kitchen bench with doors and wood onto the trailer to go to the investment property for when I rebuild the kitchen there.
Some heavy wood benches got set up in the garage and I managed to start the teardown of the engine out of the Mustang (which is in very good condition for a motor with 140,000 miles on the clock). The inside part of the split-system aircon has been hung on the wall; a few more movie posters were blockmounted, framed and hung; and another coat of paint inside the linen closet before I put the shelving back in.
All the while, cat-dog is following me around to supervise the work (I call her cat-dog because, being a persian-X, she is possessive and needs to keep an eye on me. It's good to feel wanted :)
Man it feels so great to get some of those jobs done.
It's a good start but there's still 515 more things on the task list to do. That's the main problem with having a PDA - you think of 3 jobs to replace the one just done and you can't conveniently forget about them.
I'm not looking forward to digging out half the yard to lay the concrete slab to go under the decks (yet to be built) but I think I will cheat and hire an auger to dig the post holes for me.
Now... back to me whinging about society again.... :)
After this time of year that I hate so much (August/September) as it is so busy with something on almost every weekend (I know - I know - the answer is simple: "don't go to all those things!"). I just don't know what it is about that time of year that spurs everyone into action that they want to do things during these 2 months.
Anyway, I had almost a full 3/4 of a weekend to myself where I wasn't running around picking up stuff from one person or dropping stuff off to another. Not having to go to the local mega-hardware store to get building items while weaving between the blokes pushing prams with screaming kids (since when did a hardware joint become a shopping centre and thus a location for mindless wandering???)
After getting home on Saturday and avoiding going out again, I managed to relocate a 6' steel cabinet down the back and restock it with over a quarter-tonne of kitty litter (ask if you must :) and various bits destined to go on the hotrod, as well as reloading a huge kitchen bench with doors and wood onto the trailer to go to the investment property for when I rebuild the kitchen there.
Some heavy wood benches got set up in the garage and I managed to start the teardown of the engine out of the Mustang (which is in very good condition for a motor with 140,000 miles on the clock). The inside part of the split-system aircon has been hung on the wall; a few more movie posters were blockmounted, framed and hung; and another coat of paint inside the linen closet before I put the shelving back in.
All the while, cat-dog is following me around to supervise the work (I call her cat-dog because, being a persian-X, she is possessive and needs to keep an eye on me. It's good to feel wanted :)
Man it feels so great to get some of those jobs done.
It's a good start but there's still 515 more things on the task list to do. That's the main problem with having a PDA - you think of 3 jobs to replace the one just done and you can't conveniently forget about them.
I'm not looking forward to digging out half the yard to lay the concrete slab to go under the decks (yet to be built) but I think I will cheat and hire an auger to dig the post holes for me.
Now... back to me whinging about society again.... :)
More bombs.
So it has happened again....
Terrorists have again struck by detonating 3 bombs over in Bali and killed a significant number of locals and tourists.
What are they thinking?
What this tells me:
- if Allah really does provide virgins and a joyous afterlife after attacking innocents in outright cowardice, then Allah is indeed a spoilt little child who deserves one hell of a spanking from a true and genuine deity.
- Allah is not good nor powerful if he/she/it condones this.
- If Allah is indeed good and mighty and powerful, one can only hope that those who murder women and children and people not interested in this pathetic fiction created by a confused paedophile (Mohammed) are facing an eternity of torture and pain commensurate with their acts, and then some.
- Those who are peaceful in their practices will be rewarded because THEY are the ones with the true enlightenment.
- Did I mention that suicide bombers are weak simpletons who pretend to wear courage as a mask for their inability to realise that they are a waste of oxygen and a blight on the name of their great Allah? Who would want a cretin to worship them? Not me.
So - this leads to the point about Indonesia and their treatment of criminals.
You have a known terrorist and the leader of an organisation who has no problem with attacking women and children and those unable to defend themselves (regardless of religion), and he gets a couple of years in prison.
You have a non-muslim who effectively imports ice into Antarctica and she gets 20 years.
Any amount of any drug can be purchased on the streets of Bali for a very cheap price but the law is tough on drugs coming IN to the country.
Hasn't anyone worked it out?
Here is a country that is rife with corruption but they choose to feign a justice-reigns attitude over one aspect of the law - what does that tell you?
It tells me that the criminals don't like competition.
I say: let the known Muslim terrorists stay in Australia. Let them live amongst us - just make sure that every town and suburb that has a football oval is left unlocked and accessible 24 hours a day. Why? So they can double as a suicide-bomb testing range.
Terrorists have again struck by detonating 3 bombs over in Bali and killed a significant number of locals and tourists.
What are they thinking?
"We must crush the infidel dogs by blowing up our own people!"
"I will get lots of virgins and a joyous afterlife by murdering innocents in the name of Allah!"
"I will blow myself up because I am far from being a man & are too cowardly to take responsibility for my actions!"
What this tells me:
- if Allah really does provide virgins and a joyous afterlife after attacking innocents in outright cowardice, then Allah is indeed a spoilt little child who deserves one hell of a spanking from a true and genuine deity.
- Allah is not good nor powerful if he/she/it condones this.
- If Allah is indeed good and mighty and powerful, one can only hope that those who murder women and children and people not interested in this pathetic fiction created by a confused paedophile (Mohammed) are facing an eternity of torture and pain commensurate with their acts, and then some.
- Those who are peaceful in their practices will be rewarded because THEY are the ones with the true enlightenment.
- Did I mention that suicide bombers are weak simpletons who pretend to wear courage as a mask for their inability to realise that they are a waste of oxygen and a blight on the name of their great Allah? Who would want a cretin to worship them? Not me.
So - this leads to the point about Indonesia and their treatment of criminals.
You have a known terrorist and the leader of an organisation who has no problem with attacking women and children and those unable to defend themselves (regardless of religion), and he gets a couple of years in prison.
You have a non-muslim who effectively imports ice into Antarctica and she gets 20 years.
Any amount of any drug can be purchased on the streets of Bali for a very cheap price but the law is tough on drugs coming IN to the country.
Hasn't anyone worked it out?
Here is a country that is rife with corruption but they choose to feign a justice-reigns attitude over one aspect of the law - what does that tell you?
It tells me that the criminals don't like competition.
I say: let the known Muslim terrorists stay in Australia. Let them live amongst us - just make sure that every town and suburb that has a football oval is left unlocked and accessible 24 hours a day. Why? So they can double as a suicide-bomb testing range.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Last days at these prices (free!) Bring your friends! Bring your Mullah! Bring their friends too! Come and test your home-made device in the company of all your compatriots just to make sure that it works. If it does work - GOOD; if not, trade some notes and try again... and again... and again."
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Today Tonight or just a C*** Of An Affair
So I take it that there is a man shortage in Australia at the moment if one is to believe Today Tonight on Channel 7.
What is it about these gossip column shows that seem to think that they are a news program? What is it about the presenters that make them think that if they have a stern look on their faces and go "tsk tsk" that their words mean anything to anyone? Do they think that they are able to change the attitude of the world with their limited experiences and half-baked opinions? I mean, they can't even correctly use simple terminology when they speak, let alone be a moral judge of anything!
OK - before I get sidetracked too much more: The Great Aussie Man Drought
Let me guess how this story got started…. There is this newsroom in the land of Nod of almost-literate, wannabe-professional writers calling themselves 'journalists'. One of the females states that there are no good men left in the world after having done her latest Sex-In-The-City meaningful overnight interlude with someone whose name she can't remember, but it is obviously his fault somehow that she was left unsatiated. Someone thinks: **BOING** "we can make a story out of this!" (while ignoring the infinite number of stories that they could be doing that would actually mean something, like: why are the politicians seeking to introduce more laws for road-users when the police don't enforce the laws we already have?)
[Before anyone asks, I only saw this story because the TV was on for background noise while I happened to be working on something more important]
Maybe there is someone from Channel 7 who can tell me just what it is that makes a man desirable to a woman? Let me tell you for A FACT that it ISN'T having a decent job, a home to call his own, a nice car, clean habits, and good friends! In fact, it seems that in teaching oneself to cook, clean, wash, iron, sew (kinda), type, as well as the outside chores and being good with one's hands to the point that one can fix or build most things that he sets his mind to, apparently is a great turnoff for most women. I wonder if it has something to do with not actually being needed for anything other than companionship?
[Before I cop it about this one, when I say 'companionship': I mean just that. I don't mean 'sex slave' or any other kind of slave!]
The facts of this reality is that seemingly women want imitation bad boys. They want these skinny little freaks with poofy little tattoos. The little boys are the same height as the woman and wear with an overpriced, backwards-facing hat on their head and a ridiculous little car that "...looks so cute". The car isn't worth half of what they spent on it and could have bought a property instead had they had anything resembling a clue about what they were doing. Did I also mention that these women also like to be treated like dirt? The little boy that they chose to be theirs also (usually) has the attitude of a rottweiler in the frame of a chihuahua - and since the girl is the only one they can dominate, well you do the math.
As for the ones who don't want the bad boy, they're the ones that have already been used and abused and have kids already -or- have this notion in their head that spitting out a series of screaming shit-machines is the next thing they need to do with their lives.
Let me ask you this before we go any further…. Do you think that there are enough people on this planet already? Are there enough starving children in Africa and India? Instead of bowing to some should-have-long-been-bred-out need to procreate, would it not be far wiser to give some kid that has already been born a good start at becoming the next generation rather than allowing him or her to die simply because the one you wanted had to be your own?
Should you decide to have kids of your own, just remember that you are still 18 or 20 or whatever you are and still have the smarts (or lack thereof) of someone that age. Even though you may be called a 'mother', you have not gained the wisdom of the ages simply because you became a sperm receptacle while in a drunken stupor.
Anyway - back to the rant at hand… man shortage.
Here are my tips for a bloke to use if he is to want a nice woman in Australia today:
1. Hang around bars and be drunk. Spewing on the footpath shows that you like to have fun and makes it you look cool.
2. Use all the foul language that you would around your mates - she doesn't act like a lady so there is no way she needs to be treated like one.
3. If she speaks to a bloke she works with while out of the office, slap her around a bit and call her a slut as they seem to like that.
4. Treat her like she is your property. Start a fight and be immature about it when another bloke even looks at her.
5. Treat her like a sex toy. Pretend that you're not really gay when you tell her that you want to "roll her over". She even expects you to make comment about a threesome with her best friend.
6. Show her no respect at all. Her opinion doesn't count either.
7. Consideration? Forget it. Don't you know that it is the dream of all women to find the most moronic lowlife so she can "change" him into the perfect man. If you do show her any consideration, you must be pussy-whipped and have had your nuts cut off.
8. She will complain about you being immature and that she can do nothing with you. Ignore this - this is really what she wants (she must do - otherwise, why would she stay?)
[You think I am being sarcastic and are joking, don't you?? I am not! This is what I see every goddamn day!!]
What to do if a bloke wants to stay single:
1. Be clean.
2. Be resourceful.
3. Be honest and honourable and be willing to be there at her side no matter when she needs you. Your idea of being a 'man' and hers are vastly different.
4. Be respectful & courteous. Treat her like a lady.
5. Be remotely mature about what you do in your life before she gets there. If she can't give you guidance on what you should and shouldn't do, you are no use to her.
6. Think of domestic violence as being abhorrent. You should never lift your hand to someone weaker and smaller than you anyway.
7. Drink in moderation and maintain your dignity and composure when out in public with her. Being well-behaved in such a way that will make you look like a good couple is just not on!
8. Dress well and know which knife and fork to use when at dinner.
9. Going out to dinner means a nice restaurant that doesn't always have steak & veg. The restaurant should not have a drive-thru lane nor "fries with that?"
10. Don't be anything that resembles a civilised and well-adjusted male - she desires the challenge to train and teach you to be "perfect".
What is it about these gossip column shows that seem to think that they are a news program? What is it about the presenters that make them think that if they have a stern look on their faces and go "tsk tsk" that their words mean anything to anyone? Do they think that they are able to change the attitude of the world with their limited experiences and half-baked opinions? I mean, they can't even correctly use simple terminology when they speak, let alone be a moral judge of anything!
OK - before I get sidetracked too much more: The Great Aussie Man Drought
Australia is officially in a "man drought", with more young women than men. To help women out, we found the suburbs with the most single men.
Let me guess how this story got started…. There is this newsroom in the land of Nod of almost-literate, wannabe-professional writers calling themselves 'journalists'. One of the females states that there are no good men left in the world after having done her latest Sex-In-The-City meaningful overnight interlude with someone whose name she can't remember, but it is obviously his fault somehow that she was left unsatiated. Someone thinks: **BOING** "we can make a story out of this!" (while ignoring the infinite number of stories that they could be doing that would actually mean something, like: why are the politicians seeking to introduce more laws for road-users when the police don't enforce the laws we already have?)
[Before anyone asks, I only saw this story because the TV was on for background noise while I happened to be working on something more important]
Maybe there is someone from Channel 7 who can tell me just what it is that makes a man desirable to a woman? Let me tell you for A FACT that it ISN'T having a decent job, a home to call his own, a nice car, clean habits, and good friends! In fact, it seems that in teaching oneself to cook, clean, wash, iron, sew (kinda), type, as well as the outside chores and being good with one's hands to the point that one can fix or build most things that he sets his mind to, apparently is a great turnoff for most women. I wonder if it has something to do with not actually being needed for anything other than companionship?
[Before I cop it about this one, when I say 'companionship': I mean just that. I don't mean 'sex slave' or any other kind of slave!]
The facts of this reality is that seemingly women want imitation bad boys. They want these skinny little freaks with poofy little tattoos. The little boys are the same height as the woman and wear with an overpriced, backwards-facing hat on their head and a ridiculous little car that "...looks so cute". The car isn't worth half of what they spent on it and could have bought a property instead had they had anything resembling a clue about what they were doing. Did I also mention that these women also like to be treated like dirt? The little boy that they chose to be theirs also (usually) has the attitude of a rottweiler in the frame of a chihuahua - and since the girl is the only one they can dominate, well you do the math.
As for the ones who don't want the bad boy, they're the ones that have already been used and abused and have kids already -or- have this notion in their head that spitting out a series of screaming shit-machines is the next thing they need to do with their lives.
Let me ask you this before we go any further…. Do you think that there are enough people on this planet already? Are there enough starving children in Africa and India? Instead of bowing to some should-have-long-been-bred-out need to procreate, would it not be far wiser to give some kid that has already been born a good start at becoming the next generation rather than allowing him or her to die simply because the one you wanted had to be your own?
Should you decide to have kids of your own, just remember that you are still 18 or 20 or whatever you are and still have the smarts (or lack thereof) of someone that age. Even though you may be called a 'mother', you have not gained the wisdom of the ages simply because you became a sperm receptacle while in a drunken stupor.
Anyway - back to the rant at hand… man shortage.
Here are my tips for a bloke to use if he is to want a nice woman in Australia today:
1. Hang around bars and be drunk. Spewing on the footpath shows that you like to have fun and makes it you look cool.
2. Use all the foul language that you would around your mates - she doesn't act like a lady so there is no way she needs to be treated like one.
3. If she speaks to a bloke she works with while out of the office, slap her around a bit and call her a slut as they seem to like that.
4. Treat her like she is your property. Start a fight and be immature about it when another bloke even looks at her.
5. Treat her like a sex toy. Pretend that you're not really gay when you tell her that you want to "roll her over". She even expects you to make comment about a threesome with her best friend.
6. Show her no respect at all. Her opinion doesn't count either.
7. Consideration? Forget it. Don't you know that it is the dream of all women to find the most moronic lowlife so she can "change" him into the perfect man. If you do show her any consideration, you must be pussy-whipped and have had your nuts cut off.
8. She will complain about you being immature and that she can do nothing with you. Ignore this - this is really what she wants (she must do - otherwise, why would she stay?)
[You think I am being sarcastic and are joking, don't you?? I am not! This is what I see every goddamn day!!]
What to do if a bloke wants to stay single:
1. Be clean.
2. Be resourceful.
3. Be honest and honourable and be willing to be there at her side no matter when she needs you. Your idea of being a 'man' and hers are vastly different.
4. Be respectful & courteous. Treat her like a lady.
5. Be remotely mature about what you do in your life before she gets there. If she can't give you guidance on what you should and shouldn't do, you are no use to her.
6. Think of domestic violence as being abhorrent. You should never lift your hand to someone weaker and smaller than you anyway.
7. Drink in moderation and maintain your dignity and composure when out in public with her. Being well-behaved in such a way that will make you look like a good couple is just not on!
8. Dress well and know which knife and fork to use when at dinner.
9. Going out to dinner means a nice restaurant that doesn't always have steak & veg. The restaurant should not have a drive-thru lane nor "fries with that?"
10. Don't be anything that resembles a civilised and well-adjusted male - she desires the challenge to train and teach you to be "perfect".
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
It's funny...
I wonder sometimes.... (yeah, OK - I wonder about a lot of things but this one might actually make sense to someone other than myself :)
Being an avid reader of the blog of Nick & Nora Charles and their latest post: Weapons of Mass Traction, I started thinking about my opposition to SUVs.
Simply put, I oppose these vehicles not on the basis that they are destroying the planet or use too much fuel or any other melon-headed reason to do with being a saviour of nature who wants to tell the world how to live.
I don't like them for a number of reasons - the main one being that most in this country are 4-wheel-drive variants designed for going offroad. Now, when going offroad, you have beefier suspension that floats a lot more to compensate for rough roads. You also have additional driveline components intended to help you get through those rough patches - all of which you pay a premium for. They don't go fast like a sports car and they definitely don't handle like a sports car - but how do you often see them driven?
Simply put, I think that anyone who spends a shitload of money on a vehicle that is not used for it's intended purpose (ie: actually going offroad as opposed to having some diminutive female/pussified male at the controls who wants to show off to the world and never leaving the blacktop) is a waste. It demonstrates to me that the owner (usually driver) of this vehicle is an impractical moron whose driving skills usually match their intellect.
I like SUVs and trucks and sports cars and motorbikes and station wagons and bicycles and all modes of transport - but I don't give away my hard-taxed money to impress some fool down the street. Who the hell cares about their opinion? Why buy something designed to do a job and then not doing it? That's like hiring a prostitute to live in your home and then have her wash walls!
In saying this, my next vehicle will be slightly larger than the car I have now (1987 SAAB 9000 hatchback), which, incidently, has gone further offroad and carried far heavier loads than most of the wankers in South East Queensland who own SUVs. It can also turn corners and drive at 200kph should I so desire (but I don't). I want a Ford F250 (or a Dodge Ram) because I have had enough of the cocksuckers in their pristine-clean, never-seen-a-grass-footpath, Toyota Landcruisers trying to push me around. I want a truck, so I'm going to buy a truck.
Let's see you maggots in your wannabe 'truck' show me who is boss then! (I would go bigger and actually drive something I am licenced to drive, but it can be difficult to take 20+ tonnes of truck into an underground carpark to do the grocery shopping).
I think I will also include a sticker on the back: "Taxi Hunter" with a running tally of those who ignore the road rules and stop dead in front of me to pick up or drop a passenger. Use a mirror you so-called "professional drivers"!!
Being an avid reader of the blog of Nick & Nora Charles and their latest post: Weapons of Mass Traction, I started thinking about my opposition to SUVs.
Simply put, I oppose these vehicles not on the basis that they are destroying the planet or use too much fuel or any other melon-headed reason to do with being a saviour of nature who wants to tell the world how to live.
I don't like them for a number of reasons - the main one being that most in this country are 4-wheel-drive variants designed for going offroad. Now, when going offroad, you have beefier suspension that floats a lot more to compensate for rough roads. You also have additional driveline components intended to help you get through those rough patches - all of which you pay a premium for. They don't go fast like a sports car and they definitely don't handle like a sports car - but how do you often see them driven?
Simply put, I think that anyone who spends a shitload of money on a vehicle that is not used for it's intended purpose (ie: actually going offroad as opposed to having some diminutive female/pussified male at the controls who wants to show off to the world and never leaving the blacktop) is a waste. It demonstrates to me that the owner (usually driver) of this vehicle is an impractical moron whose driving skills usually match their intellect.
I like SUVs and trucks and sports cars and motorbikes and station wagons and bicycles and all modes of transport - but I don't give away my hard-taxed money to impress some fool down the street. Who the hell cares about their opinion? Why buy something designed to do a job and then not doing it? That's like hiring a prostitute to live in your home and then have her wash walls!
In saying this, my next vehicle will be slightly larger than the car I have now (1987 SAAB 9000 hatchback), which, incidently, has gone further offroad and carried far heavier loads than most of the wankers in South East Queensland who own SUVs. It can also turn corners and drive at 200kph should I so desire (but I don't). I want a Ford F250 (or a Dodge Ram) because I have had enough of the cocksuckers in their pristine-clean, never-seen-a-grass-footpath, Toyota Landcruisers trying to push me around. I want a truck, so I'm going to buy a truck.
Let's see you maggots in your wannabe 'truck' show me who is boss then! (I would go bigger and actually drive something I am licenced to drive, but it can be difficult to take 20+ tonnes of truck into an underground carpark to do the grocery shopping).
I think I will also include a sticker on the back: "Taxi Hunter" with a running tally of those who ignore the road rules and stop dead in front of me to pick up or drop a passenger. Use a mirror you so-called "professional drivers"!!
Monday, September 19, 2005
Greed kills!
Never before has there been a truer statement when it comes to dealing with the enforcement of road rules in this country. Greed Kills.
I recently made a blog entry about electronic billboards over various highways in SE Queensland and how, instead of traffic information, display mindless & pathetic quotes about speed and how it kills and to rest and such. Did the taxpayers fund such an expensive and ridiculous form of advertising? You bet they did!
So - here are these billboards at maybe 20km (guess) intervals along major highways with their slogans on them when we approach the Gateway Bridge, or maybe I should say "Gateway Parking Lot" as it was a *very* nice view from the top of the bridge as we sat there in wall-to-wall traffic. I wonder if an electronic billboard just before the exit onto the Gateway motorway could have said "Traffic Chaos near Airport - try another route!". Sure - not much help to visitors, but it would help as those who know their way around could use alternate routes.
What am I saying? That would involve common sense - something that Main Roads and Queensland Transport consider to be an urban legend. Their ignorance is boundless sometimes!
Anyway, the reason behind the post... Greed Kills.
I had friends visiting over the weekend and they thought that they would go shopping in Brisbane on Saturday morning and then go down to northern New South Wales on Sunday. Now, while I abhor the idea of venturing into traffic on the weekends in peak hours (ie: while Obliviots are looking for shopping malls and outlet stores to piddle-fart around in), you sometimes make these sacrifices for your friends. Some sacrifices are too great sometimes.
In the entire time I was driving around playing navigator, there was an endless supply of *... what was that term again? "Obliviots"? Oblivious idiots? Yes - that's them! Cruising in the fast lane and flanking any other vehicle beside them so that nobody could get to where they were going at the speed limit. On top of that, there actually were police out and about but what were they doing? Enforcing the speed limit.
Since WHEN was the only road rule that was to be enforced, the fucking speed limit??? What about talking on mobile phones & cruising the right lane? Driving dangerously? It is becoming blatantly evident that driving on the roads is a free-for-all exercise provided that you do not go over that magic number in the red circle!
Utter, utter incompetence and ignorance of their duty of care to each and every user of the roads. People have a responsibility to share the roads with other users but it seems that driving like you're retarded is a part of that priviledge as well.
Do you know what the problem was in the end? What caused the 20-odd kilometres of traffic chaos? A shopping centre.
The exit to the airport cannot handle the traffic that needs to use it at the moment with you often needing to close your eyes and hope for the best in order to come out the other side alive - THEN a dirty great collection of outlet stores open in order to further congest the roads.
I recently made a blog entry about electronic billboards over various highways in SE Queensland and how, instead of traffic information, display mindless & pathetic quotes about speed and how it kills and to rest and such. Did the taxpayers fund such an expensive and ridiculous form of advertising? You bet they did!
So - here are these billboards at maybe 20km (guess) intervals along major highways with their slogans on them when we approach the Gateway Bridge, or maybe I should say "Gateway Parking Lot" as it was a *very* nice view from the top of the bridge as we sat there in wall-to-wall traffic. I wonder if an electronic billboard just before the exit onto the Gateway motorway could have said "Traffic Chaos near Airport - try another route!". Sure - not much help to visitors, but it would help as those who know their way around could use alternate routes.
What am I saying? That would involve common sense - something that Main Roads and Queensland Transport consider to be an urban legend. Their ignorance is boundless sometimes!
Anyway, the reason behind the post... Greed Kills.
I had friends visiting over the weekend and they thought that they would go shopping in Brisbane on Saturday morning and then go down to northern New South Wales on Sunday. Now, while I abhor the idea of venturing into traffic on the weekends in peak hours (ie: while Obliviots are looking for shopping malls and outlet stores to piddle-fart around in), you sometimes make these sacrifices for your friends. Some sacrifices are too great sometimes.
In the entire time I was driving around playing navigator, there was an endless supply of *... what was that term again? "Obliviots"? Oblivious idiots? Yes - that's them! Cruising in the fast lane and flanking any other vehicle beside them so that nobody could get to where they were going at the speed limit. On top of that, there actually were police out and about but what were they doing? Enforcing the speed limit.
Since WHEN was the only road rule that was to be enforced, the fucking speed limit??? What about talking on mobile phones & cruising the right lane? Driving dangerously? It is becoming blatantly evident that driving on the roads is a free-for-all exercise provided that you do not go over that magic number in the red circle!
Utter, utter incompetence and ignorance of their duty of care to each and every user of the roads. People have a responsibility to share the roads with other users but it seems that driving like you're retarded is a part of that priviledge as well.
Do you know what the problem was in the end? What caused the 20-odd kilometres of traffic chaos? A shopping centre.
The exit to the airport cannot handle the traffic that needs to use it at the moment with you often needing to close your eyes and hope for the best in order to come out the other side alive - THEN a dirty great collection of outlet stores open in order to further congest the roads.
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