Thursday, August 31, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Monday wash up: it was a biggun'
The biggest event to happen this weekend was the Hen's and Buck's Day/night! Choosing the same day allowed us to right off one weekend not two! Thank goodness we did that since wiped out we were on Sunday! (sounding abit yoda-ish there)
The boys set out about 11am while the girls had a relaxed morning and mustered about 2pm. While we sat out the front of the MCA waiting for our full number to arrive, we watched as other hen's days gathered for their very own brand of fun.....When our co-ordinator arrived we all got in trouble for banishing tackiness and she vowed to get me a condom veil before the day was out! luckily she forgot...the girls however had a crack at a different type of veil for me.....
I know it all looks a little odd, but the idea was that we do a treasure hunt around the rocks. Not sure what to expect, we all headed off in good spirits waiting to see what our day would bring! First stop for us was the police station, where we ummed and arrhhed about entering the station and wasting police time....we found out soon enough that they were on to us and were really quite happy to help with our enquiries. We raced off to our next location, and once we had frantically scribbled down the answers to some very basic questions, we realised we had loads of time and got stuck into the wine....great decision! after that, each location was sorted first with some wine and then some answers. (I guess that explains the state of the veils...another challenge for the hunt)
The hunt ended after a few hours with the VICTORS being the "FaBLUEness" team....My team (Of course!). We decided to head out for dinner, Spanish was the go. We even managed to find a lovely waiter for Lucy! (my brother-in-laws' sister), unfortunately his name was NOT Alan...very inconsiderate when you consider the day was the "festival of the Alans!"
Anyway, after dinner, it was raining, so we headed for the nearest pub, just so happens to be the 3 wise monkeys. We thought we'd stay there for a beer and move on to the myriad other places we had planned to go on this night. Not to be I'm afraid. We got great seats immediately and there we stayed....didn't even think of moving on actually?! Sarah and Jackie got set on meerkats and had the entire dancefloor (the size of my house) all jumping up with hands as paws and mouth pursed! even the band got in on it and stopped playing to pose as meerkats. I had a look through Jackie's photos of the night and she has about 20 odd shots of her, or Sarah, or Me, or Bron with random strangers being meerkats!
This is us with random Melbournians and doing the said Meerkat poses!
The boys set out about 11am while the girls had a relaxed morning and mustered about 2pm. While we sat out the front of the MCA waiting for our full number to arrive, we watched as other hen's days gathered for their very own brand of fun.....When our co-ordinator arrived we all got in trouble for banishing tackiness and she vowed to get me a condom veil before the day was out! luckily she forgot...the girls however had a crack at a different type of veil for me.....
I know it all looks a little odd, but the idea was that we do a treasure hunt around the rocks. Not sure what to expect, we all headed off in good spirits waiting to see what our day would bring! First stop for us was the police station, where we ummed and arrhhed about entering the station and wasting police time....we found out soon enough that they were on to us and were really quite happy to help with our enquiries. We raced off to our next location, and once we had frantically scribbled down the answers to some very basic questions, we realised we had loads of time and got stuck into the wine....great decision! after that, each location was sorted first with some wine and then some answers. (I guess that explains the state of the veils...another challenge for the hunt)
The hunt ended after a few hours with the VICTORS being the "FaBLUEness" team....My team (Of course!). We decided to head out for dinner, Spanish was the go. We even managed to find a lovely waiter for Lucy! (my brother-in-laws' sister), unfortunately his name was NOT Alan...very inconsiderate when you consider the day was the "festival of the Alans!"
Anyway, after dinner, it was raining, so we headed for the nearest pub, just so happens to be the 3 wise monkeys. We thought we'd stay there for a beer and move on to the myriad other places we had planned to go on this night. Not to be I'm afraid. We got great seats immediately and there we stayed....didn't even think of moving on actually?! Sarah and Jackie got set on meerkats and had the entire dancefloor (the size of my house) all jumping up with hands as paws and mouth pursed! even the band got in on it and stopped playing to pose as meerkats. I had a look through Jackie's photos of the night and she has about 20 odd shots of her, or Sarah, or Me, or Bron with random strangers being meerkats!
This is us with random Melbournians and doing the said Meerkat poses!
Mattes loses the facial hair....well....almost.
The other night our resident Mattes decided it was time for the fuzz to go! Rather a controversial decision, but perhaps what he came up with was even more controversial...check it out.....
So yes, this is what is about to move into his new share house in Camperdown....lucky lucky new flatmates!
So yes, this is what is about to move into his new share house in Camperdown....lucky lucky new flatmates!
Friday, August 25, 2006
Friday Nerd Post Pick Me Up
Well this is a bit of a nerd post mash-up, because I saw these and these and chuckled like a good nerd should.
I also found this piece of USB technology that got me a little bit excited in a nerdy carnivore kind of way. Basically these guys wired up a ton of usb ports to a USB coffee warmer so they could cook some un-identifiable meat.
You can read all about it here (if you can read Japanese)
I also highly highly recommend you watch this, (somewhere the boss can't see). It's an add on to The Office filmed for Microsoft. Very funny.
I also found this piece of USB technology that got me a little bit excited in a nerdy carnivore kind of way. Basically these guys wired up a ton of usb ports to a USB coffee warmer so they could cook some un-identifiable meat.
You can read all about it here (if you can read Japanese)
I also highly highly recommend you watch this, (somewhere the boss can't see). It's an add on to The Office filmed for Microsoft. Very funny.
Shari brings the cake
Some memories from last night's continuation of the festival of the birthday of the John.(Beware the freaky gangrenous monk and his invisible wench.)
Thursday, August 24, 2006
FUTSAL Has arrived!
To all the lovely SRF....
Time to sign up for our team for the Futsal comp which begins in September. I sent an email with more details, so don't forget to have a read, have a think and join us!
It'll be great fun! Who cares if we're crap, we'll get some much needed exercise and have loads of fun!
Convinced yet? Good...see you all there.
(Perhaps John could screen print us some shirts? we need all the same colour and all have to be numbered...otherwise we'll have to get some iron on numbers and all get the same coloured shirt for the occasion)
GO FUTSAL.....YOU'LL LIKE IT!
Time to sign up for our team for the Futsal comp which begins in September. I sent an email with more details, so don't forget to have a read, have a think and join us!
It'll be great fun! Who cares if we're crap, we'll get some much needed exercise and have loads of fun!
Convinced yet? Good...see you all there.
(Perhaps John could screen print us some shirts? we need all the same colour and all have to be numbered...otherwise we'll have to get some iron on numbers and all get the same coloured shirt for the occasion)
GO FUTSAL.....YOU'LL LIKE IT!
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Shoesday - Arboreal greatness or reckless insolence?
Art or profanity? I can’t decide.
“A shoe tree starts with one dreamer, tossing his or her footwear-of-old high into the sky, to catch on an out-of-reach branch. It usually end there, unseen and neglected by others. But on rare occasions, that first pair of shoes triggers a shoe tossing cascade. Soon, teens are gathering up their old Adidas and Sauconys, families are driving out after church with Dad's Reeboks and grandma's Keds. The shoe tree blooms with polymer beauty. A work of art like this may last for generations, tracing our history by our sneakers.
On Highway 50 near Middle Gate, Nevada, a lone cottonwood stands, clotted with hundreds of shoes. One tipster tells us the first pair was thrown during a wedding night argument by a young couple; later, their children's shoes were added to the bough. Whatever its origins, the tree now seems to suck up all the discarded footwear in the county.
The Shoe Tree in Salem, Michigan even has a legend involving a serial killer and a quantity of small children dispatched for their footwear.
Case Study: The Great Beaver Shoe Tree
The Shoe Tree in Beaver, Arkansas was mysteriously chosen, one of many thousands of trees in woods lining an otherwise featureless highway. Hundreds of old sneakers and running shoes dangled, some over 30 feet off the ground. Why this particular tree instead of its scores of flanking arboreal brethren?
Many of the shoes had names and messages scrawled on them in magic marker. Closer inspection revealed that shoes had started to spread to branches on adjacent trees, like sneaker kudzu. Eventually, this whole stretch of road might have been choked with shoe trees.
In 2000, disaster struck. A wind storm felled the Great Beaver Shoe Tree -- perhaps aided by the unnatural burden of hundreds of waterlogged hangers-on. The road department hauled off the branches and fallen footwear, and the mighty loss could be felt across all of Shoetreedom...
But something magical happened. In subsequent months, locals and visitors continued to bring their cast-offs, heaving into the trees surrounding the gap. A few trees contended as replacements for the Great Shoe Tree.
Then some people, recently arrived and living in fancy log cabins nearby, decided they didn't like the attention to their stretch of road. Persons unknown butchered the offending limbs from the trees, wood and rubber and laces tumbling in a shower of horror. At last report, the shoe trees of Beaver had been severely diminished.
But others flourish in gentler communities. More have been sighted in Nordman, Idaho; Milltown, Indiana; Hodgdon, Maine; Atlanta and Owosso, Michigan; Lyndonville, New York; and elsewhere."
This phenomenon is not confined to the USA either so it is not perculiar to the American psyche.
I am troubled.
Fingers Crossed
I've now been through the recruitment consultant interviews and 1st round with the companies begin tomorrow 9.30am!!
Fingers Crossed!
Fingers Crossed!
Monday, August 21, 2006
And Number 3 is done (or is that 3,4 & 5?)
So last week I finished my third work in cross stitch. It is a trio of native Australian animals for my Ma.
My photography skills leave much to be desired, but you get the idea...
As you can kind of see, there are Kookaburras, Blue Wrens and Ring-tailed Possums. All very cute!!
My photography skills leave much to be desired, but you get the idea...
As you can kind of see, there are Kookaburras, Blue Wrens and Ring-tailed Possums. All very cute!!
Monday Wash Up.
What can I say! What an exhausting weekend! I honestly feel like I could do with a few days sleep. Friday morning bright and early, Flit's parentals arrived in town. This of course means that the wedding is closer than ever and feeling very real!
Friday night we headed out for a quiet dinner with them to catch up, even though we tried to get to bed early (everyone was tired from either jet lag, long work day or very early starts) we managed to stay up quite late gas bagging.
Saturday was another early start with loads of shopping and sorting to be done for Sunday. Late in the afternoon, The Flitcrofts, as they are prone to do, suggested a walk, I was seriously outnumbered 3 to 1 so I agreed to a wander down Flat rock gully (back of Naremburn) and boy what a wander! nearly 3 hours later we dragged our tired bodies back home, only to start cooking! luckily we had plenty of wine. Dinner was great and still we gas bagged into the wee hours as we watched family videos of a little flitcroft running around Canada...very cute! Unfortunately we missed Evil's Birthday party, would have loved to have gone, so someone will have to fill us in on how it went.
The next day was parentals meeting parentals day! ooooohhhhhh! (We thought it would be better than them meeting on the day) we chopped, we marinated, we swept, we hid unpacked boxes and generally worked our little fingers to the bone. The whole Instance clan arrived (bar Paul) promptly at 1pm and proceeded to unleash children all over our unchild proofed new home! Not too many disasters thankfully, a few hair raising moments as toddlers fell down steps, off low garden walls, off chairs, made themselves dizzy and fell down ridges in the pavment....but once we saw no blood it was all very funny!
After we farewelled them all, we all collapsed on the sofa.....I still haven't recovered.....maybe I am finally getting old!
The Flitcrofts will be with us till Friday when they head off to the Alice, we'll see them again the week before the wedding.
Must have a nap this afternoon...I'm really struggling.....Good night.
Friday night we headed out for a quiet dinner with them to catch up, even though we tried to get to bed early (everyone was tired from either jet lag, long work day or very early starts) we managed to stay up quite late gas bagging.
Saturday was another early start with loads of shopping and sorting to be done for Sunday. Late in the afternoon, The Flitcrofts, as they are prone to do, suggested a walk, I was seriously outnumbered 3 to 1 so I agreed to a wander down Flat rock gully (back of Naremburn) and boy what a wander! nearly 3 hours later we dragged our tired bodies back home, only to start cooking! luckily we had plenty of wine. Dinner was great and still we gas bagged into the wee hours as we watched family videos of a little flitcroft running around Canada...very cute! Unfortunately we missed Evil's Birthday party, would have loved to have gone, so someone will have to fill us in on how it went.
The next day was parentals meeting parentals day! ooooohhhhhh! (We thought it would be better than them meeting on the day) we chopped, we marinated, we swept, we hid unpacked boxes and generally worked our little fingers to the bone. The whole Instance clan arrived (bar Paul) promptly at 1pm and proceeded to unleash children all over our unchild proofed new home! Not too many disasters thankfully, a few hair raising moments as toddlers fell down steps, off low garden walls, off chairs, made themselves dizzy and fell down ridges in the pavment....but once we saw no blood it was all very funny!
After we farewelled them all, we all collapsed on the sofa.....I still haven't recovered.....maybe I am finally getting old!
The Flitcrofts will be with us till Friday when they head off to the Alice, we'll see them again the week before the wedding.
Must have a nap this afternoon...I'm really struggling.....Good night.
Anyone Interested?
A while back I missed out on the film 'Water' despite really wanting to see it. In an unrelated gander at Govinda's website, I see they are still showing 'Water' and thought I'd quite like to go and have a scrumptious vegetarian meal there as well. I wondered if anyone was interested at all? NB: It does not star Kiera Knightly. There is no kick-arse action sequence. There is no mad-cap hilarity derived from the bizarre behaviour of a young eccentric American guy. (If no one else is interested, I might just subject my Matten to it...)
Friday, August 18, 2006
Just misunderstood?
This poor creature was found by the road side in Maine, USA. It seems to have answered many local questions about a ‘beast’ that has killed local pets and terrorised the area for years.The SMH reports: Michelle O'Donnell of Turner spotted the animal near her yard about a week before it was killed. She called it a "hybrid mutant of something."
"It was evil, evil looking. And it had a horrible stench I will never forget," she told the Sun Journal of Lewiston. "We locked eyes for a few seconds and then it took off. I've lived in Maine my whole life and I've never seen anything like it."
Oddly enough, the animal is similar to another mystery beast found dead in Maine years ago. DNA showed it was a rare wolf-dog hybrid. Curious.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Demotivate Your Life!
You may have seen these sorts of things travel through your email inbox before.
Well now some nerd has done it for trekkies.
My favourite.
Well I thought they were funny...
Well now some nerd has done it for trekkies.
My favourite.
Well I thought they were funny...
Shoesday - a rebuttal
Last week, Flitcroft quite nobly came in to bat for the shoe dedicate’s spouse and bravo to him for such a brave effort. He surely managed to pull out a few scary statistics and brandish about some quite sad images of bills unpaid and ruinous ‘addictions’ etc etc etc.
Unfortunately for the plight of truth and justice, he failed to get to the crux of the issue and shied away from the big questions. Birth, life, death. The article he cited did brush against an important fact in relation to these issues but alas, dropped it before truth could come to full fruition. And so today, ladies and gentleman, I will attempt to roll up my sleeves and sort the grain from the chaff, the needles from the hay, the gold from the pyrite, the potatoes from the parsnips, the men from the girly men, and address the issue of ladies shoes and their contribution to the betterment of mankind.
Birth
The survival of the species depends on it. It is a dangerous process proceeding from an even more dangerous process. Dating.
Dating
In Australia, the number of unmarried men is significantly less than the number of unmarried women. This creates the need for competition between members or the fairer sex. Women need to be more eye-catching, sexier, better, than their genetically inferior competitors. Good genes have to be served up attractively to men so they can be clearly identified from their ugly-shoe-wearing and clearly mentally and physically deficient sisters. As Flit’s article points out, sexy shoes are a significant factor in the selection of a mate and the process of copulation, for both gene contributors.
Life
Shoes beget shoes. One pair of kick-arse corporate heels breeds the confidence and career betterment to produce the kind of money needed to buy 5 more kick-arse corporate heels. Those five in turn breed yet another five each, bringing the total for the next generation to 25. Those twenty five… well you get the idea. Unless women diversify into strappy sandals, summery slides, girly flats and edgy trainers, wardrobes could potentially become over-run with pointy toed stilettos with attitude. And we don’t want that, do we?
To address the question of bills, the article states that women ‘would rather’ spend money on shoes than bills. This merely points to the foresight and economic strategy these shoe loving women possess. A good pair of brown suede Mollinis to go with this outfit today, a suitable love match, brilliant job and intelligent, musically gifted, physically perfect offspring tomorrow. If only men applied that kind of prioritisation and forward thinking to their own wardrobes.
Death
This happens independently of shoes. It is a fundamental part of life and can not be avoided (though a swift SWF-style blow to the eye socket with a 4 inch heel can bring it on.) Luckily, many women can die happy by looking back on their long life, extensive shoedrobe and know - they were truly blessed.
Unfortunately for the plight of truth and justice, he failed to get to the crux of the issue and shied away from the big questions. Birth, life, death. The article he cited did brush against an important fact in relation to these issues but alas, dropped it before truth could come to full fruition. And so today, ladies and gentleman, I will attempt to roll up my sleeves and sort the grain from the chaff, the needles from the hay, the gold from the pyrite, the potatoes from the parsnips, the men from the girly men, and address the issue of ladies shoes and their contribution to the betterment of mankind.
Birth
The survival of the species depends on it. It is a dangerous process proceeding from an even more dangerous process. Dating.
Dating
In Australia, the number of unmarried men is significantly less than the number of unmarried women. This creates the need for competition between members or the fairer sex. Women need to be more eye-catching, sexier, better, than their genetically inferior competitors. Good genes have to be served up attractively to men so they can be clearly identified from their ugly-shoe-wearing and clearly mentally and physically deficient sisters. As Flit’s article points out, sexy shoes are a significant factor in the selection of a mate and the process of copulation, for both gene contributors.
Life
Shoes beget shoes. One pair of kick-arse corporate heels breeds the confidence and career betterment to produce the kind of money needed to buy 5 more kick-arse corporate heels. Those five in turn breed yet another five each, bringing the total for the next generation to 25. Those twenty five… well you get the idea. Unless women diversify into strappy sandals, summery slides, girly flats and edgy trainers, wardrobes could potentially become over-run with pointy toed stilettos with attitude. And we don’t want that, do we?
To address the question of bills, the article states that women ‘would rather’ spend money on shoes than bills. This merely points to the foresight and economic strategy these shoe loving women possess. A good pair of brown suede Mollinis to go with this outfit today, a suitable love match, brilliant job and intelligent, musically gifted, physically perfect offspring tomorrow. If only men applied that kind of prioritisation and forward thinking to their own wardrobes.
Death
This happens independently of shoes. It is a fundamental part of life and can not be avoided (though a swift SWF-style blow to the eye socket with a 4 inch heel can bring it on.) Luckily, many women can die happy by looking back on their long life, extensive shoedrobe and know - they were truly blessed.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Monday washup (or a tastin' and a wastin' we will go)
If you haven't seen Confetti at the movies yet, then you are seriously missing out! Go see it...in fact, stop what you're doing right now and go and see it...you'll like it. Well....you'll like it if you enjoy shows such as The Office, Green Wing and Black Books. We watched in Friday night and apart from uncomfortably long sequences of nakedness I didn't stop laughing! In fact...I might even go and see it again!
Saturday saw us moving the final bits and pieces out of Flit's old place in Naremburn. He is now fully moved into our new home and boy are there a lot of boxes to unpack!! Since Saturday was such a busy day, what better way to wind down than with a trip to the Lord Nelson for some beer tasting? Of course Flit felt it was his duty to ensure only the best beers were served at our wedding and Matt being the dutiful Groomsman that he is, agreed to shoulder the burden with him.
Let's just have a little look at the results:
Apparently we can be heros....after quite a few pints!
Perhaps heros isn't the right word....
Perhaps we should all have stuck to water?
I don't think I can show the photos of the trip home...I don't remember taking them, but they're proof I did and reason I can't remember.
Sunday brought bright sunlight, sore heads and long drives down to Tahmoor for our penultimate wedding prep session. Woohoo....only 4 weeks to go!
Just quickly before I sign off I might just give you all a brief rundown on other SRF weekends (well at least the ones I know about!)....
Lady and Matten busied themselves with wedding invites, wedding dress material and engagement present cocktails up in the blue horizon bar in town. John had a quiet one tinkering while he prepared himself to pick up his beloved from the airport at a disgracefully early hour on Sunday. Richard and Suzy broke their happy news to their folks and Bron and Mattes worked and basically followed us around a bit!
Ahh happy times!
Saturday saw us moving the final bits and pieces out of Flit's old place in Naremburn. He is now fully moved into our new home and boy are there a lot of boxes to unpack!! Since Saturday was such a busy day, what better way to wind down than with a trip to the Lord Nelson for some beer tasting? Of course Flit felt it was his duty to ensure only the best beers were served at our wedding and Matt being the dutiful Groomsman that he is, agreed to shoulder the burden with him.
Let's just have a little look at the results:
Apparently we can be heros....after quite a few pints!
Perhaps heros isn't the right word....
Perhaps we should all have stuck to water?
I don't think I can show the photos of the trip home...I don't remember taking them, but they're proof I did and reason I can't remember.
Sunday brought bright sunlight, sore heads and long drives down to Tahmoor for our penultimate wedding prep session. Woohoo....only 4 weeks to go!
Just quickly before I sign off I might just give you all a brief rundown on other SRF weekends (well at least the ones I know about!)....
Lady and Matten busied themselves with wedding invites, wedding dress material and engagement present cocktails up in the blue horizon bar in town. John had a quiet one tinkering while he prepared himself to pick up his beloved from the airport at a disgracefully early hour on Sunday. Richard and Suzy broke their happy news to their folks and Bron and Mattes worked and basically followed us around a bit!
Ahh happy times!
Business as usual
Dash it all. It’s coming up to that time of year again when I have to pack my bags and head off into the pacific for ‘data collection’ and ‘member support’ and my September destination this time will be Palau. That means I’ll have to stay here.
Hmm, I wonder how a laptop goes in a hammock?
Hmm, I wonder how a laptop goes in a hammock?
I might have to be careful not to get confused and think I’m actually Magnum PI.
I can just see myself sipping on my ‘hair of the dog’ breakfast when Higgins comes strolling up to tell me about my next dangerous assignment in the sun…
That funny old Higgins. He pretends to disapprove of me but deep down I know he’s just a big softy.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Friday and holy good buggery I'm bored!
Well I've done a touch of trawling lately and found a couple of minor amusements to keep me occupied.
The evils of bread
A social movement that I hope catches on around the world. (this one may be undergoing maintenance)
A really cool clock.
Enjoy.
The evils of bread
A social movement that I hope catches on around the world. (this one may be undergoing maintenance)
A really cool clock.
Enjoy.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
pun-a-topia
Did you know Ghandi had badly worn feet, dicky tummy and bad breath acquired from years of wandering about barefoot, starving himself. It meant he was a super-calloused, fragile mystic vexed with halitosis.
A man is waiting for wife to give birth. The doctor comes in and informs the dad that his son was born without torso, arms or legs. The son is just a head! But the dad loves his son and raises him as well as he can, with love and compassion. After 21 years, the son is old enough for his first drink. Dad takes him to the bar and tearfully tells the son he is proud of him.
Dad orders up the biggest, strongest drink for his boy. With all the bar patrons looking on curiously and the bartender shaking his head in disbelief, the boy takes his first sip of alcohol. Swoooop! A torso pops out!
The bar is dead silent; then bursts into a whoop of joy. The father, shocked, begs his son to drink again. The patrons chant “Take another drink”! The bartender still shakes his head in dismay.
Swoooop! Two arms pops out. The bar goes wild. The father, crying and wailing, begs his son to drink again. The patrons chant, “Take another drink”! The bartender ignores the whole affair. By now the boy is getting tipsy, and with his new hands he reaches down, grabs his drink and guzzles the last of it. Swoooop! Two legs pop out.
The bar is in chaos. The father falls to his knees and tearfully thanks God. The boy stands up on his new legs and stumbles to the left…. then to the right…. right through the front door, into the street, where a truck runs over him and kills him instantly.
The bar falls silent. The father moans in grief. The bartender sighs and says, “That boy should have quit while he was a head.”
A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller.
He can see from her nameplate that the teller's name is Patricia Whack. So he says, "Ms. Whack, I'd like to get a loan to buy a boat and go on a long vacation."
Patti looks at the frog in disbelief and asks how much he wants to borrow. The frog says $30,000. The teller asks his name and the frog says that his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it's OK, he knows the bank manager.
Patti explains that $30,000 is a substantial amount of money and that he will need to secure some collateral against the loan. She asks if he has anything he can use as collateral. The frog says, "Sure. I have this," and produces a tiny pink porcelain elephant, about half an inch tall. Bright pink and perfectly formed.
Very confused, Patti explains that she'll have to consult with the manager and disappears into a back office. She finds the manager and says: "There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000. And he wants to use this as collateral." She holds up the tiny pink elephant. "I mean, what the heck is this?"
The bank manager looks back at her and says: "It's a knick knack, Patti Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone"
A man is waiting for wife to give birth. The doctor comes in and informs the dad that his son was born without torso, arms or legs. The son is just a head! But the dad loves his son and raises him as well as he can, with love and compassion. After 21 years, the son is old enough for his first drink. Dad takes him to the bar and tearfully tells the son he is proud of him.
Dad orders up the biggest, strongest drink for his boy. With all the bar patrons looking on curiously and the bartender shaking his head in disbelief, the boy takes his first sip of alcohol. Swoooop! A torso pops out!
The bar is dead silent; then bursts into a whoop of joy. The father, shocked, begs his son to drink again. The patrons chant “Take another drink”! The bartender still shakes his head in dismay.
Swoooop! Two arms pops out. The bar goes wild. The father, crying and wailing, begs his son to drink again. The patrons chant, “Take another drink”! The bartender ignores the whole affair. By now the boy is getting tipsy, and with his new hands he reaches down, grabs his drink and guzzles the last of it. Swoooop! Two legs pop out.
The bar is in chaos. The father falls to his knees and tearfully thanks God. The boy stands up on his new legs and stumbles to the left…. then to the right…. right through the front door, into the street, where a truck runs over him and kills him instantly.
The bar falls silent. The father moans in grief. The bartender sighs and says, “That boy should have quit while he was a head.”
A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller.
He can see from her nameplate that the teller's name is Patricia Whack. So he says, "Ms. Whack, I'd like to get a loan to buy a boat and go on a long vacation."
Patti looks at the frog in disbelief and asks how much he wants to borrow. The frog says $30,000. The teller asks his name and the frog says that his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it's OK, he knows the bank manager.
Patti explains that $30,000 is a substantial amount of money and that he will need to secure some collateral against the loan. She asks if he has anything he can use as collateral. The frog says, "Sure. I have this," and produces a tiny pink porcelain elephant, about half an inch tall. Bright pink and perfectly formed.
Very confused, Patti explains that she'll have to consult with the manager and disappears into a back office. She finds the manager and says: "There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000. And he wants to use this as collateral." She holds up the tiny pink elephant. "I mean, what the heck is this?"
The bank manager looks back at her and says: "It's a knick knack, Patti Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone"
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Thank goodness we're not rats
Some of you may have come across this at uni if you did biology.
It turns out that the hypothalamus is the part of the brain which (among many other duties) is involved in hunger and thirst. In particular, the lateral hypothalamic nucleus is the hunger centre, which creates the feeling of hunger. It is always operating. On the other hand, the ventromedial nucleus of the hypothalamus controls the cessation of hunger - i.e. feeling "full". This area only comes into operation to override the hunger centre when you have eaten enough.
Like all good scientific experimentation, poor old rats have been used several times to demonstrate this fact. By damaging the ventromedial hypothalamic nucleus in a rat's brain, the rat no longer experiences a signal that it is "full", and because the hunger centre keeps operating, the rat will keep eating until the discomfort (I would call it pain...just check the pictures!) of its massively distended stomach/intestines causes it to stop.
The results are certainly impressive:
It turns out that the hypothalamus is the part of the brain which (among many other duties) is involved in hunger and thirst. In particular, the lateral hypothalamic nucleus is the hunger centre, which creates the feeling of hunger. It is always operating. On the other hand, the ventromedial nucleus of the hypothalamus controls the cessation of hunger - i.e. feeling "full". This area only comes into operation to override the hunger centre when you have eaten enough.
Like all good scientific experimentation, poor old rats have been used several times to demonstrate this fact. By damaging the ventromedial hypothalamic nucleus in a rat's brain, the rat no longer experiences a signal that it is "full", and because the hunger centre keeps operating, the rat will keep eating until the discomfort (I would call it pain...just check the pictures!) of its massively distended stomach/intestines causes it to stop.
The results are certainly impressive:
And while I was finding these pictures, I came across this too:
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Shoesday - By Proxy
This week I thought I'd combine shoesday with another well loved institution...
The Dad joke!
I also thought a bit of brevity would be welcome after last weeks heavy going post...
A man walks into a shoe store, and tries on a pair of shoes.
"How do they feel?" asks the sales clerk.
"Well they feel a bit tight," replies the man.
The assistant promptly bends down and has a look at the shoes and at the man's feet. "Try pulling the tongue out," the clerk says.
"Well, theyth sthill feelth a bith tighth."
heheheheheh...
Then I thought I might combine shoesday with our beloved French connection...
What do you call a French man in sandals?
Phillippe Philopp! hahahahaha
I should stop now..you're probably all dying from laughing so hard and I wouldn't want you to get fired for uncontrollable giggling!
The Dad joke!
I also thought a bit of brevity would be welcome after last weeks heavy going post...
A man walks into a shoe store, and tries on a pair of shoes.
"How do they feel?" asks the sales clerk.
"Well they feel a bit tight," replies the man.
The assistant promptly bends down and has a look at the shoes and at the man's feet. "Try pulling the tongue out," the clerk says.
"Well, theyth sthill feelth a bith tighth."
heheheheheh...
Then I thought I might combine shoesday with our beloved French connection...
What do you call a French man in sandals?
Phillippe Philopp! hahahahaha
I should stop now..you're probably all dying from laughing so hard and I wouldn't want you to get fired for uncontrollable giggling!
Monday, August 07, 2006
Logos so far
Thank you to all our members that have submitted there entries.
To everyone else hurry up I want this done before 2007
The logo sub committee
Having issues putting them up but the housey ones are noddle's
The flame in green is Johnny
The Search for Mr (W)right is over.
On saturday morning, Corrinne married her Mr Wright. It was a wonderful day which was spent with family and friends celebrating their wedding. She looked gorgeous in her dress and was very happy, of course.
Here are some photo's, i will have professional ones to show you soon.
Here are some photo's, i will have professional ones to show you soon.
Monday Wash up returns (after a brief absence)
So here we are again on a rainy Monday morning....WHAT A WEEKEND!!!
After a lovely quiet dinner at the Rangoon Racquet Club (Indian in Crowie...just for you John!) on friday night and some packing, we had a relatively early evening in preparation for our HUGE weekend!
Saturday bright and early I was up cleaning fridges and moving boxes, luckily we had the removalists as we would never have done it by ourselves. All large furniture was moved to our new house and not much of it got wet! (It poured all morning on and off for those of you not in Sydney). Around the SRF I can report that Mattes and Bron were at a wedding (Bron S's little sis), Shari was in Sweden, Sarah and Matten were preparing for the Cellar tea and G'Nick was out meeting crazy neighbours! We sure picked the best weekend to move...no one was available for the big stuff! We were very lucky however to get the help of John and Matten later in the day for all the tiresome running back and forth and tip runs (Thank you boys!! we'll be there in Oct for you John!)
About Midday I swanned off to my fabulous Cellar Tea! Lovingly prepared and organsied by my bridey girls Sarah and Jane......let the photos speak..
The Mums...Mine, Sarah's and Kenny's (Lee is Mum's bestie) They were the toiletpaper brides....hilarious!
Heather needs a new dressmaker!
Some of the lovely girls.
It was fabulous!
The following day was more moving and more moving! By evening we finally felt a bit more settled and were even able to cook dinner in our new kitchen! It's all very exciting and new...I'm loving it....the only thing that sucks is that I will now be living between two houses for the next month or so!
After a lovely quiet dinner at the Rangoon Racquet Club (Indian in Crowie...just for you John!) on friday night and some packing, we had a relatively early evening in preparation for our HUGE weekend!
Saturday bright and early I was up cleaning fridges and moving boxes, luckily we had the removalists as we would never have done it by ourselves. All large furniture was moved to our new house and not much of it got wet! (It poured all morning on and off for those of you not in Sydney). Around the SRF I can report that Mattes and Bron were at a wedding (Bron S's little sis), Shari was in Sweden, Sarah and Matten were preparing for the Cellar tea and G'Nick was out meeting crazy neighbours! We sure picked the best weekend to move...no one was available for the big stuff! We were very lucky however to get the help of John and Matten later in the day for all the tiresome running back and forth and tip runs (Thank you boys!! we'll be there in Oct for you John!)
About Midday I swanned off to my fabulous Cellar Tea! Lovingly prepared and organsied by my bridey girls Sarah and Jane......let the photos speak..
The Mums...Mine, Sarah's and Kenny's (Lee is Mum's bestie) They were the toiletpaper brides....hilarious!
Heather needs a new dressmaker!
Some of the lovely girls.
It was fabulous!
The following day was more moving and more moving! By evening we finally felt a bit more settled and were even able to cook dinner in our new kitchen! It's all very exciting and new...I'm loving it....the only thing that sucks is that I will now be living between two houses for the next month or so!
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