Taffy the Dozen
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...



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
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?

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
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.
Talent
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...
Winter: Cursum perficio
The cold, the icy tedium, the aching winds and the colourless landscape. Winter has truely come upon us with a vengeance. OK, so it's still t-shirt and shorts weather, it's only been drizling for half an hour, and it is 22C, but I'm sure it's winter somewhere. Maybe Melbourne or somewhere unholy like that. Long weekends are really cool if one is not on-call to the local emergency department. I'm so happy that I think I'll write a black poem. Must be the metal, or the fact that I'm the only person on the planet who isn't interested in the world cup, other than my little brown dog. Who says I'm a black sheep - you keep sheep out of this.
The 2006 World Cup
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.
History Lesson
What do we know of the battle of Mount Badon? We don't know where it occured, or who the opposing leaders were, or exactly when it occurred although somewhere between 493 and 503 is most likely. By the ninth century the victory by the Romano-British and Celts had been attributed to King Arthur, who may or may not have existed. We do know that the invading Anglo-Saxons got walloped so it's not surprising it wasn't added in boldface to their curriculum vitae. How does this matter today? It doesn't really. Monty Python and the Holy Grail saw it this way :
Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
History Again
The scalectrix is back out again and the wee cars are burning up the lounge room. First night of a week's oncall and I'm yet to be bothered. Spent an hour on the phone with Gordon discussing such things as Katipo bites, broadband, newtonian reflectors, but surprisingly not stream engines. Got me out of the dishes at least. The Battle of Deorham in 577 saw the Britons lose a large chunk of England to the West Saxons. The battle took place near the A46 trunk road, about 6.5 miles north of Bath and a little south of the M4 motorway where various topographical features such as speed cameras enabled the invaders to steal Gloucester on the Severn, and delouse in Bath.
Speed or Weed
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.
1p Pocket
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.
A Sunday
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.
A Monday
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.
Democracy
Have just finished two really cool books: The Life and Times of the Telescope, by Fred Watson, and Heisenberg Probably Slept Here: The Lives, Times, and Ideas of the Great Physicists of the 20th Century, by Richard P. Brennan. One thing these books didn't agree on was the personality of Sir Isaac Newton: prat or just semi-pratt? I reckon I've read five hundred books so far this millenium and these two were the most enjoyable since The Last Man on the Moon, by Eugene Cernan and Don Davis, that I borrowed off Fraser last millenium.
A day off
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.
Midnight Anger
They've shortened Assen by a km and bikes are still doing the ninepin thing. I think I'll go for the other yellow bike this time - Colin Edwards, unless Casey can stay on the black stuff til the end. I have discovered I have an extra holiday fortnight booked for later this year . I think I booked it last year with the intention of returning to Oran Park for the V8s again, but I couldn't face those grandstands two years running so we'll go north instead. The question is where? Will have to research small QLD coastal towns with houses to rent on the beach within half a dozen hours of BNE. Trouble with the sunshine state is that it's too bloody big. Makes driving from Lismore to Melbourne seem easy. I can feel a bit of googling coming on.
Bikes Again
On average, there is one atom of radon in 1000 000 000 000 000 000 000 molecules of air. Radon sits periodically at number 86, so much for averages - I'll let you know when I hit Fermium. Tonight there is a good chance that a motogp will be taken out by a non Italian for the first time since... can't remember back that far. Now, the chances of the Canadian F1GP going to a non german non spaniard is? Petrol heading aside, I presume the soccer world thing is still going on over in schumiland - Australia may have even scored a try or two.
Exchange of Life
Sometimes the speedster inside us all hangs up it's racing gloves. Sometimes we exchange two wheels for four, and other times we downsize from big japanese sports bike to italian scooter. These are sad times but not unreversable. Not speaking for myself of course - I can't see a ZZR gracing my garage any decade soon, but I don't have the same parking issues and fuel costs as Michael does.
Crumpet
Bugger of a night at work. Had three different computer systems go down whilst casualty was packed to the rafters. But I didn't have to go to theatre and I escaped at midnight and am not on call until the morning whereafter I will be for five weeks straight. Am anticipating a savage flare up in shoulder/neck and elbow arthralgia but will not mix my drugs again - not matter how desperate I get. Jen's family arrive wednesday and stay until sunday on business, and from sunday and for the following month my Dad will stay for fun... Someone at work said that Australia were out of the world cup thing - better luck next time - as soon as it's over Top Gear may come back, hurrah! Google translates the german below to:
Application error. Try to reconnect.
The Artist formerly
Work news: 1. It's under sad circumstances but it will be nice to welcome K4 back to our department. 2. We have the Envisor up and running but as the only sonographer around for the next month and a half, is it going to save me any time? 3. There is still an impasse regarding the mapping of our skill niche's to the new award - don't hold your breath. 4. I still haven't received my mechanical semi skeleton fob watch. Ok so that's not strickly work related but it's important to me.
Musique terrible de fromage
Managed to see Cars finally - was actually really good. I admit to being a little bit of a nascar fan and that sport's in-jokes were quite well done. The tractors were cows and the even the bees buzzing around the flowers had four wheels. Nearly everything Paul Newman is involved with turns out well. On a non-cars note: Richard Cheese is a very clever, very relaxed and very ugly musical concept. I did like the covers of Motley Crue and U2 but it's a wee bit too teeth grinding (in the same way as Faulty Towers and Some Mothers Do 'ave 'em) to make it onto my ipod. I am still waiting to hear the new album though. Only two and a half weeks til Mr Clarkson, the Hampster and Captain Slow return!
Watch
The second ultrasound machine has indeed taken a bunch of pressure off the IU22. The nurses have done the duck to water thing and even the ologists haven't seem to mind the self driving. We just need to get a purpose built room for it, and the staffing - but it's a good start. The chances of us getting getting another 3 FTEs in the short term seems to be about 90% - but most of my life is spent in the zone of the other 10%. So it's been curry and rice with samosas and mint yogurt chutney followed by lachy's blueberry muffins whilst watching the heritic swingers and listenening to Dean having an electric footbath. Better than an evening in the gutter in paradise valley.




















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