I am not dead

I am just lazy.

Catch you whatever and all that...

ANZAC Day

I find this to be one anniversary I don't miss. If for no other reason than my beloved Essendon take on the stinking refuse that is Collingwood.

I spent the early part of the day meeting up with friends and taking time to go for a ride out west through some dull road, some fun roads and some contemplative roads. We spent the morning enjoying ourselves just as we pleased. The destination was a quiet country town, the corner shop sold milk, bread and ammo just to give you an idea. We turned up just as the commemoration ceremony was under way. I was moved to stand amongst the locals and my friends and listen to the old digger doing the talking and listening to the Last Stand.

My freedom and way of life was paid for by the men of my country, fighting Europe's wars and then our own on the so-near boarders of Singapore, Thailand, New Guinea... These same young fighting men and the women of the nursing corps put it all on the line so blokes like me could live the life I'm living. So, when I think about the irreverent and fun way I spent ANZAC Day on my motorcycle, I don't feel like I've let them down or I'm wasting my time. Instead, I feel that I am paying them the respect due to them by using and enjoying my time and freedom as I choose, since that's just what these poor buggers fought for - our rights and the defeat of tyranny.

I'm very proud and very grateful of my countrymen now gone. Lest we forget.

Catch you later.

So yeah....

It's been an interesting start to the year, in the Chinese curse way. I've already been helping my Near and Dear deal with two break-and-enters, we've been victum of one hit-and-run in a car and one full accident where a P-Plater rammed up the back of me and redesigned my Utes rear end. Now today Mel's dog is in puppy hospital with a suspected broken hip from trying to jump the front fence and missing. Feck sake, who did we piss off lately?

On the bright side I now own a house and will be moving in in about a month. I'm busy packing and recruiting mates to make the move, fast, easy and for once efficient. It will probably be a shambles. Nah... I'm really determined to get this over with so as long as I can get some help lifting stuff we'll be right.

I'm working my ring off at the moment which should one day bear fruit but being a multi-national and my one-over manager having his head in the region of up his arse who knows. At least I'm giving myself a shot.

I went for a very long ride on Sunday which was more tiring than anything else. I'm a little out of form for long rides. Long straights to no-where don't help much either. Still, helping a friend sort out a ride route is just something you do so there you go. Shame is, I'll miss the improved proper ride this Sunday since I'll be packing and helping Mel with the gimp dog. I might still drop in later and watch the re-run of the MotoGP race on that weekend. Must have some biking fun that weekend.

Well, I'm bushed and out of thoughts.

Catch you later...

Boughting a House

I bought that damn house.

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Holy Shit!

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Sometimes things just go your way and now I'm a house-owner. It was a hell of a lot more fun than losing my viginity though the anxiety levels were pretty much on par. My buyer's agent did a good job though I didn't end up with the dishwasher I'm not fussed, I'll just go buy me a brand newey, oh baby! The whole thing went as I could only hope it would, no one and I do mean no one, besides me turned up to bid at the auction so it was called off and the seller's agent came up to me asking for an offer. In jumped my agent and away we went. In the end the price was good and I think I saved a few thousand dollars all up. 57 days and it is mine. Life rocks.

Catch you later...

Buyin'a house

"This is my property mudda farker and this is my shotgun!"

It might be a little coarse and a touch rabid around the edges but I think I've hit the right note with how I want to come across at the auction this Saturday for the possible new Casa Del Jake. I'm a going biddin' folks and if you fuck with me and make the house I'm a biddin' fo too 'spensive.. well sir, I'm agunna come back in the dead of night and introduce you to Mr Bad Times and Senior Pain.

Or maybe not, but I 'spose scaring people off of bidding for this great place I found isn't technically illegal is it? Really? well, too bad. I hope it rains all day and night and people all get gastro and stay home and only me and my agent show up. So there.

The fact that it's supposed to be 30+ might not be bad, keep the weak and the infirm inside where they belong, and not at the auction for the house I want just a little badly.

It's got a new four car garage for cryin' out loud! (At this point all the men go "Ahhhhhhhh!" and the women "huh? so?", women no nothing of what men need.) Anda great area for BBQs and stuff. I could go on and on but then I'd start sounding all feminine when I went on about the great new kitchen and bathroom and the limitless hot water, so I wont. But just so I've mentioned it the cupboards in the kitchen are finished in industrial blue hammer tone paint and the bench kick boards make it look like a giant tool box.

It will be mine, oh yes it will.

Catch you later...

I Brew, therefore I am...pissed alot.

I make Beer now. Bow down and gaze up in wonder, mortal non-brewing types! I have joined the brotherhood of the Brewers, and it is good. As we speak, or as I write as the case just happens to be, my next Beer (note the capital B, none of this mass-produced beer [lower case b] here thank you very much) is about to start its mystic journey from common water, hops, yeast and a can of Brewmaster India Pale Ale (IPA to us in the know, nod nod, wink wink) into the transendental state of Beer.

It's very much like how in Lord Of The Rings a bunch of Hobbits, Elves, Dwarves, Men and an Old Guy get together to Save The World. Of course it all falls apart about half way through episode 1 whereas my coming together of disimilar elements will make Beer and not be beset by trolls and goblins and another Old Guy making mischief. Still, the correlation is a strong one as I'm sure you can see. In the end it's good Beer all round and people dance and get happy and fall over.

Busy, busy, busy

I'm looking for a house to buy, getting geared up for a three week holiday, brewing beer, drinking beer, helping Mel repave around the house and generally doing much stuff. I have lots to write about and bugger all time to do it. I hardly get on the PC these days. Oh and I bought a new printer/scanner/copier.

Today is Valentine's Day. I consider it a gratuitous wank created by Hallmark and Interflora to waste my money. Fuck you both you corporate leeches...I'll just have to suck up to Mel another way since I have no card or flowers. I'll cook dinner and add that special ingredient - love. But she'll probably prefer flowers. Fuck it.

Fuck is such a great word. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuckity Fuck, fuck.

I'm going now, time to self medicate.

Catch you later...Fuck.