Sunday, December 21, 2008

June 2006

Taffy the Dozen

June 3, 2006


Yesterday we got alarmed in Dubbo at 0500 and hit the Newell H'way at just before 0600. Not a bad getaway. The sun rose on us somewhere between Gilgandra and Coonabarabran where we joined the Oxley to pass through Gunnedah and onto a service station in Tamworth. On to the New England H'way and up to Armidale for breakfast at the bigM again, then through Glen Innes, Tenterfield and then the Bruxner back to Lismore. Total holiday circuit of about 2500km. The evening was spent mostly skyping to Fraser and to Roozle who just recieved his 5c 2Gb hongkong 25in1 mp3 player complete with neckstrap. He was nearly as smug about it as Fraser was with his new Dell mainframe 24 meter LCD artificial intelligence unit. Doesn't matter, I'm getting (sorry, Lachy is getting) an XBox360 for Xmas...

The Party
The Party
The Party


Our little Taffy is a Dozen today. Actually she's only 2cm shorter than Jennie and is maintaining above 90th centile for height... We had a semiparty after church for lunch with brocilli pie, wedges and sour cream, and 12 candles on 12 iced muffins. We made a white choc mudcake during the afternoon and went over to the Nakasaki's for a wonderful impromptu party with bonfire cooked potatoes and onions, soup, and the cake which had mysteriously turned icingly green. The lack of a breeze for kiting was made up for by the number of exploding party pulls that rainbowed the floor with coloured streamers. A lovely day.


Ho Hum Humdrum Humbug

June 6, 2006


Back to the coalface. Back to minimal staffing, overbooked ultrasound lists, and back to arguments about the payscale translation tables in the new MRS award. At least I got a dream shoulder massage at today's most stressful point, and having Dr Nick at the clinical helm usually makes the shift better. Am downloading TG S8 E5 at present, and can't believe that I've not had time to watch E4 yet. Discovered Nickelback who, according to Wiki are a canadian post grunge rock band. This description seems to pidgeon hole them as a nearly metal band, i.e. play hard, but not so hard that the local radio station will cut you from the playlists. That may be unfair - I'll give them a few turntable revolutions before I judge further. A phonecall from my Dad revealed that he plans to come and stay for the duration of le Tour de France - cool. It may actually be exciting this year without Armstrong. I wonder what Elle would look like in a yellow jersey?

malliot jaune de elle


Was thinking about significant influences such as the music 'most important five albums' thing that Bravus did, and how honest we would be in compiling similar lists for other areas of life such as
Five most influential people
Five most memorable books
Five Worst Sporting Results
Five songs with tunes you can't get out of your head
Five Movies you would never own, etc

How would these lists differ were we to write them for public versus private viewing?


You can never go back

June 7, 2006


Did a spot of memory laning with an old ex cop, about 85 he was, 6 foot 5, and still an axe handle across the shoulders. Lovely bloke now, but I reckon I wouldn't have liked him as a pig, could see it in his eyes - he used to be hard as hell. He worked a lot of years down in the Hunter Valley - Edgeworth, Killie, Minmi, marvelous places the lot of them, full of miners, westies and bikie gangs. Had a bottle broken over my head the night before my physics HSC exam by a westie, very special folk. The miners were a good lot as a rule, got payed well, but earned their dough. Xrayed lots of them round Cessnock, tough as a rhinosceros buttock. Good memories he reckoned, most of them anyway, except for going two miles down a mine to access a fatality - they never taught that one in cadet school. He said he wouldn't go back there, even if he could. I went back to Left Hand Branch, Mt Sylvia, out from Gatton, some three decades later. It was descicated - dry, small, and unattractive through an adults eyes. The kid that lived there was happy enough, as kids can be. I wouldn't go back there, even if I could.

lucerne?, what lucerne.

Me old cop mate told me a story from the seventies, from his Minmi days. Got called to a pub by the bartender - there's a fight going on, the bikies are breaking the place up. Heads down there on his own, just him and his uniform for backup, and finds five guys bigger than him breaking up furniture cause the wrong beer was on tap. There's a few other guys in the bar, heads down nursing a beer, mostly miners. One bloke sitting with his back to the action at the bar, bald, no neck, maybe 5 foot 6, a long time regular, small dog sitting by his left boot. Bikies getting violently abusive, one steps back to circle round behind the cop, they're going to take him down law or no law, steps on wee dogs foot. Small yelp heard. Bloody mutt, bikie kicks dog. Miner stands up, quiet voice, you kick my dog - you've kicked me. Throws bikies out a window, one at a time, not a low window either. None of the bikies get up again, the cop buys the dog a beer and leaves cause there's obviously no fight going on at all, just a mistake, nothing to see. He was quite fond of miners, quiet folk generally, his eyes had misted up again just remembering.


Talent

June 8, 2006


Finished a couple of nights, missed a bit of sleep, got a couple of haircuts (counting Lach's mopchop), and studied a bit about timepiece movements. Tomorrow Genna finishes her first week of rl leg serial casting , or 'my stretchy plaster' as she calls it. She has coped very well, especially the bit about not having a bath each night, and Bella has taken a liking to having the whole bath to herself... Had Jennie's cousin Marie stay twice in the last week as she wholesales her custom jewelery around the north of this state, hence our discovery of Nickelback. Not my cup of tea - a bit too rocky in a non metal sort of way. Am looking forward to my first long weekend where I am not rostered to work, in a decade. Woohoo as Fraser may or may not say at this point, but I'm excited in a sad sort of way. BTW, the obliquish occulomency reference to rams is all wrong: ewe are barking up the wrong tree. Sorry to hear that deep thought 3.1 has a dellish headache - 2gb is (although very cool) absolute overkill, speaking as a win98 user...

recycling gone mad

I believe in recycling, and today we had our number of wizzbins increased to three. I do drive a 4wd purely in case I have to park on my own front lawn one day, but otherwise am quite green. The collection times for the recyclable organics, recyclable non-organics, and the non-recyclable bins is easily obtained from the formula: I = <(dp(x;t)/dt 1/p(x;t))^2>, where I is the index of expectation of the truck arriving on an given thursday before eleven oclock if it's a bit cloudy. Most households have stuck this to their fridges, and ask any handy six year old to run the calculation before the news on most wednesday nights. It's the recycling of talent that I find most disturbing though. I have had this sneaking suspicion that Ivan Lendl and Eddie Lawson are actually the same person, and that Harrison Ford and Nick Faldo are also one and the same. It's sort of like job sharing, but you pay more tax.


Winter: Cursum perficio

cut from a pumpkin

the axe
gleams red in our world's dusk
reflecting the eastern warcloud bloodlight
blade's slicing warmth from chains asunder and cage destroyed
unleashed destruction's creature to devour
mindless, unsatiated, driven like
the axe

from the Crooked Nose Book of Dhugal


The 2006 World Cup

June 11, 2006


Alonso taking the Silverstone pole led my thoughts to wander randomly to sheep. Domestic sheep, the Animalia Chordata Mammalia Artiodactyla Bovidae Caprinae Ovis Aries ones, not the other type. Now it's not the chinese year of the sheep (that was a few years back) and Aries with it's non prominant stars Hamal, Sharatan, Mesarthim and Botein is almost exactly but not quite completely not overhead anytime of night this time of year. Aries got a bum steer anyway, after carrying Athamas's son Phrixus and daughter Helle (nearly) safely away to Colchis to escape their stepmother Ino, he was fleeced on an altar and hung up until Jason came agronautling along. Sheep are actually quite thick, making your average Lemming and even Winnie the Pooh look bright, and an exhautive literature search uncovered no examples of any smart sheep. You can argue whether or not it was the fault of Little Bo Peep and Mary (of, had a little lamb, fame), or that of their wooly charges that things didn't go quite right, but the fact that both of these verified historical naratives utilise the word 'little' would indicate a diminutive collective intelligence. Researchers using the Borg collective identity techniques have discovered that sheep are the only known animal whose average mental capacity actually decreases as it's number of assimilated individuals increases. A final example of ariesetic brainlessness is Rammie the mascot of Derby County F.C. who's team, on April 16, 1898, appeared in their first FA Cup final at Crystal Palace, but lost 3-1 against Nottingham Forest.

what world cup?

Consulting the global database for all facts (wiki) has revealed the astonishing fact that of the top fourteen shepherding nations of the world, the UK ranks an incredibly high 2nd place in human population density to sheep ratio. This ratio essentially measures, and is considered the most telling indicator of, how likely you are to trip over a sheep in your own lounge room, or indeed any other room in your house. New Zealand and Australia can be seen to rank at the more socially acceptable positions of 11th and 14th resp.
(Data collected during Chinese Year of the Sheep):

can't deny real data


History Lesson

ham and jam and spam alot

James and Richard were less than thrilled to be taking a soft top mini cooper for a run somewhere in the north of scotland.
Richard: The only things that can see us are are the sheep, and I'm still embarrased
James: I don't want to be misinterpreted but these are actually quite nice looking sheep...


History Again

what the west saxons wanted

Staring at the ceiling in the darkness of my mind
hours chiming night is passing slowly life in kind
that song is playing in my head I have to get away
lost upon the dark and lonely road of yesterday

Quiet footsteps on the street our lives we lead in shadow
soon pools of lamplight drown my guide celestial glow
a chained dog barks as thunder's distant rumble play
walking down the dark and lonely road of yesterday

The city now left far behind by thorn and wind and tree
senses sharp, blind nature screams through silence, cold and free
a wild dog's howl, the rain drives down, new world here to stay
is washing clean the dark and lonely road of yesterday

I wander on as distant ocean sleeps with gentle snore
the crescent moon on painted sea, horizon to the shore
a spray of diamonds overhead, a hiss and sigh of tide
a taste of tears is on the wind, a new day born inside
where sea meets land and nightmares stray
I've left the dark and lonely road of yesterday

Staring at the ceiling since the journey there's been born
a hope that marks the hours till the coming of the dawn
the morning star has risen on the day that's yet begun
to guide me to tomorrow's road and hope's bright morning sun

from the Crooked Nose Book of Dhugal


Speed or Weed

June 15, 2006


Based on the somewhat limited statistical sample that is my community I would have to say that those individuals to whom a suck on a bong is a good time have no love for double kick drumming. In fact the likelihood of a person to prefer speed metal (S) to anything else (E) seems to be inversely proportional to the amount of dope (d) they consumed in a former life. Therefore S = dEk where the adjustment to the constant of proportionality (k) is incredibly small (unless you live in Finland or Japan) due actual popularity of speed metal being miniscule. I'm not saying that music has to have a tempo above 300 to be interesting - I know of several dirges that are groovey to get down to. In 878 Ubbe, the brother of the well known berserker Ivar the Boneless, landed with Halfdan at Combwich with 23 ships and 1200 men and beseiged the english force under Ealdorman Odda in the fort on Cannington Hill. They were pretty smug about it until the Thanes piled out of the fort, attacking them at dawn thus winning a great victory. Brings a whole new meaning to the non Danish truism, early to bed, early to rise... So much for Alfred the Great.

Vitamen Mmmm

Taff and Lach are getting heavily into Age of Empires 3 which has managed to get a lot prettier and complicated without losing the game flow. I made the mistake of racing around Tokyo for twenty minutes in Midnight Club 2, and promptly felt ill for the next several hours. That hasn't happened since I got to the last few stages of Need For Speed Porsche testdriver gameplay a few years back - I hope it doesn't mean I will have to spectate only when we get PGR3 at xmas. My lovely better half has just started that calorific decrease exercise increase thing which means it's time to start making cakes and slices again. And cheesecakes. And chocolate mousse. Maybe only every second night.


1p Pocket

June 16, 2006


Two 1800 finishes in a row is almost a declaration of war. I have calmed down somewhat following a burnout icecream and a 200g block of Nestle Fruit and Almond chocolate. Found a Larry Adler compilation in a $10 bargain bin which is cool - the boy is the original mouth organ virtuoso. I would transfer the album to my ipod except that I don't actually like any of the songs. Paul Wigmore has done many things including working for Kodak as a medical radiographer and haematology lab technician, but more recently is involved with the annual Edington music festival. Edington is also known for the battle that took place there in 878 where Alfred the Great defeated the Danes under Guthrum the Old King of Danelaw. Keryn is 29/40 now and Andrew thought I was joshing about legs11 being a double cousin to our kids. It turns out that when a pair of siblings marry another sibling pair the result is double. When identical twins marry siblings the offspring are triple cousins, and when two identical twin sets marry the result would be quadruple first cousins. That's less total unique genetic material than in the whole of Tasmania.

Genuine Original Fake

I ask myself why I have started to collect pocket watches. I am yet to answer. They have only cost 1p each so far (not counting several score pounds postage) and are completely pointless, but it's either that or to drink copious amounts of pepsi max and vodka which I know would have dire consequences.


A Sunday

June 18, 2006


A day filled with several hours of: 1. sleep, 2. skyping with Dazza from Washington, 3. chatting with Dad in chilly east gippsland, 4. no call backs, and 5. threshold shifting on mostly Finnish speed metal. Just what every sunday ought to be. Apparently Norse tourists to Britain a millenia ago were either invaders or raiders. The former were just house hunting for a less frozen place to hang their horned helmets, and the latter offshore shopping. Bradwell Nuclear Power Station in Essex shut down at easter after 40 years operation. It's just down the road from Maldon, a town on the Blackwater estuary where on 10 August 991 during the reign of Ethelred the Unready the Anglo-Saxons, led by Byrhtnoth and his theigns, fought against a Viking invasion, a battle which ended in defeat. They local were outnumbered at least 5 to 1, and were mostly farmers, and got walloped by Olaf Trygvasson and his four thousand odd wild-haired, dirty savages.

maybe one day kawasaki may win one

Am about to see if Valentino Rossi can whip the field again in tonights Catalan Grand Prix. It's sort of a combination of boring and awesome to watch him race - still, there is less than 0.8sec over the first ten on the grid. There's hope for a close race - go Casey.


A Monday

June 19, 2006


What a race! Please note: the use of the word 'what' indicates the following. What happened in the first corner? What is going on in Casey's head? What can anyone do to stop Rossi? What is Hayden doing at the top of the table? What is it about umbrella girls and their midriffs? Mi ne man^gas viandon, fi^sa^jon, ova^jon, a~u lakta^jon as Rimmer would say, but then again, he is a hologram. It is completely unfair to couple Duran Duran to the new romantic 1980's phenomenon which was similar to that of glam rock during the early 1970s, in that (male) new romantics dressed in effeminate clothing, often with frilly "fop" shirts, and wore cosmetics. They were never like that, surely. Another new wave group was Iron Maiden, leader of the new wave of british heavy metal, where the wave obviously referred to hair styles. They differed only in that 99% of the DD audience were squealing 13yr girls, whilst 99% of IM headbangers were 17yr white anglosaxon black studded leather wearing occultic boys. The 1% overlap was anyone who listened to the puncy failed punker Adam Ant.

sete does it again

More importantly we now discover that the most amazing event during september in 1066 was not Harold Godwinson's double forced marches, not the Battle of Stamford Bridge in England which is generally considered to mark the end of the Viking era, not the Battle of Hastings where after knocking off Harald Hardråde, Harold got himself killed by William of Normandy, but was in fact the unknown Viking who single handedly held the Stamford Bridge thus delaying the approaching English long enough so that Harald Hardråde and his men had time to get their armour on and form into a circle on high ground. The big dude was finally brought down by a spear from underneath the bridge. When will we learn the lesson here and do away with one lane bridges?


Democracy

sir isaac the grump

Between May 1264 and August 1265 England was effectively ruled by Simon de Montfort after he captured his brother in law Henry III at the battle of Lewes. Henry was forced to sign the Provisions of Oxford, a document at least as important as the Magna Carta - forcing the crown to recognise the rights and powers of parliament. Because of this, de Montfort is today regarded as one of the progenitors of modern democracy. He died at the Battle of Evesham after being welshed by his welsh army, his death in an ambush marking the end of the age of chivalry in England. Until this time, the nobility were rarely killed in battle, more often taken prisoner and ransomed. Under the command of Prince Edward, however, no quarter was given to the baronial rebels—most were killed on the battlefield, including Simon de Montfort and his son Henry, despite attempts to surrender. I have never felt that way about my brother in law. My boss maybe.


A day off

June 21, 2006


Today was a do nothing day, so I went and bought a Bugatti Veyron. The cost to size ratio of this particular vehicle is 30k times better than the one that Jeremy drove, although at 1/64 scale it has less leg room. To be consistant on this do mothing day, I also didn't weed the vege garden but did receive two fob watches from hongkong with genuine japanese quartz movement and 100% gold lookalike finish. One has a horsehead on it, presumably ex caligula, and the other a generic old motorcycle, probably an indian. Will keep an eye on them to see how well they keep time - am intending to christmaspresentalise them, probably in late december. In an attempt to diagnose the right front steering clunk in my 121, I raided the bootwell and found in place of the carjack was an illdefined blob of rust. For some reason fifteen years of sitting in water in a leaky bootwell rendered it's mechanism somewhat suboptimal functionally. So I bought a trolly jack, lifted car, took off wheel, tightened everything in sight, replaced wheel, didn't kill myself or even lose any digits in the process.

wok in wio and duran homo huran

In 2002, when Duran Duran were reintroducing the world to 80's gay anthems (not that there's anything wrong with that), Iron Maiden had also reassembled it's original 80's lineup and was performing to crowds of 250k in places like Rio. I bought the Rock in Rio concert DVD and was pleased to notice that the crowd was made up of 99% 17yr old latin american black studded leather-wearing occultic boys. The remaining 1% have never even heard of Gary Glitter. I've also discovered that when you are doing a search for Duran Duran using google images - you MUST have the content filtering on...
Quick DD quiz: Which line in "Band Aid 1984" did Simon sing solo?
A. It's Christmas time, there's no need to be afraid.
B. It's hard but when you're having fun.
C. And in our world of plenty, we get to spread a smile of joy
D. Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you.


Midnight Anger

pick me, pick me

The dust and smoke swirled about the shattered fortress
a barrage of fire and lightning had torn down it's defences
now the gate was broken, the wall strewn back into the town

for five centuries had stone and flesh withstood the evil
that freedom bought with our father's courage and blood
now just an open door to welcome oblivion

the twelve in black move through the carnage
an icy terror goes before them like a bow wave
towards the undefended tower, called on by the helm

The dust and smoke swirled about the shattered fortress
amongst the fallen a shadow arises, sword drawn, head bowed
in silver, standing for the tower, alone before the twelve

no contest
pulled back by the magic to defend
the head rises, the eyes glow red, he who made the helm
is a trifle peeved at what them blackcloak buggers did to his castle on the beach front

from the Crooked Nose Book of Dhugal


Bikes Again

primary colours

Newspaper reports that Australians are going wild in Stuttgart does have historical precedence. On this day in 1374 a sudden outbreak of St. John's Dance causes people in the streets of Aachen, Germany, to experience hallucinations and begin to jump and twitch uncontrollably until they collapse from exhaustion. It will all end in tears.


Exchange of Life

800 vs 180

I seem to have a bike theme happening recently. Was rooting (in the yank sense) for Hayden at Assen as he is the only one that can take the title off Rossi, but it wasn't cool to see Edwards slam the wall at the final corner... The Troy and Troy show saw Troy win one, and the two Troys crashing on average one and a half times to allow Pitt to claim his first win in two. So much for SBK - if only Hayden had the same points lead as Bayliss - but then again he hasn't won the last eight straight.


Crumpet

just a cool pic

Got the garden weeded before Chris arrives but the back bank looks a bit wild. The vege garden had three to four foot weeds all over but as the soil was moist I was able to clear it quite quickly revealing some very healthy looking celery, rhubarb, eggplant, chilli, and cherry tomatoes. The peas, beans, cucumbers and (companion) marigolds had all disappeared as expected so I have a few biggish areas to replant - am not sure what yet. It's well into the wee hours and even these two hot crumpets with honey aren't supplying any vegetative inspiration.


The Artist formerly

the warrior formerly known as the complete bastard

The warrior code known as Chivalry, the medieval institution of knighthood as practised in warfare, went down the gurgler forever on 26 August 1346 in the Battle of Crécy. Using the bodkin arrow to penetrate armor, and the traditional longbow to take down horses leaving the knights floundering about on foot, the men of Edward III steamrolled the french army of Philip VI although initially outnumbered 3 to 1. Knights on horseback were no longer the undefeatable legends they once had been. At 16 years of age, the Black Prince (formerly known as Edward of Woodstock) had begun his brilliant and rather brutal military career. Interestingly, Woodstock Bourbon and Cola is sold in a black can and is, like the prince, rather harsh on the lower classes of society.


Musique terrible de fromage

four out of five

I has just occured to me how acclimatised I've become after 15 years on the NSW north coast. We only have six weeks of real winter, and it doesn't ever get that cold (it's never frosted at our place) but total astronomy excursions have now become a quick five minutes with binoculars every second night, and I'm sure the telescope has grown cobwebs. Oh spring where art thou?


Watch

way way way past the shops

Got me watch. The one in the June 16 pic. Mmmm pocket watches. It goes tic. I feel this is better than something that goes ping. There are way too many things at work that go ping. I have now inescapably commenced 5 weeks continuous oncall wherewithin I am pretty much stuck being within 20 minutes range of the basic edifice. I therefore feel a large degree of envy of number 6 whose nthqld jaunts this week have taken him somewhat further than the corner shops. 91.

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