Wow. Some people are passionate.
Spotted on Ipswich Rd in Woolloongabba, Brisbane.
Wow. Some people are passionate.
Spotted on Ipswich Rd in Woolloongabba, Brisbane.
Any society that consumes lemon flavoured Coca-Cola is doomed. I don’t drink soft drinks (i.e. soda, pop for American readers) but when I was queued in a supermarket this morning I spied this bizarrely flavoured drink in the drinks cabinet at the checkout.
I blame the appearance and sale of such completely ridiculous flavours on stupidity.
Shredded cheese is sold at twice the price per kilogram of the same brand of cheese sold in a solid block. Huh? People complain about the cost of living but shove cheese into their mouths at double the cheapest price because they can’t be bother shredding the cheese themselves. Stupid.
Motorists queue for 4¢ off a litre off their fuel at supermarket petrol stations. An average car has a 50 litre tank. That’s a $2 saving on a tank of fuel….and people queue for 20 minutes with the engine running and A/C blowing like a mofo. Stupid.
Bottled water. Stupid. Especially one brand I saw yesterday labelled “Sports Water”. What the fuck are people smoking to waste their hard earned on such silly, expensive and useless products?
Conservative voters who happen to be poor. Don’t get me started. Argh!
I cannot stand the stupid.
Ahh. Blogs get no attention these days do they?
Everybody who had a good one is going through my stage of life. Either child/ren, too much work or addicted to Face
Being an avid reader of fact rather than fiction my son has learnt to ask me the ‘technical questions’. This winter just gone, after his evening bath/shower he became aware that the wall mirror was covered in a strange sheen that prevented him from being able to see himself when I picked him up to carry him to his room. This strange sheen was, in fact, STEAM that had condensed onto the cold mirror in the bathroom.
When explaining condensing moisture in air to a toddler you get a funny look and then they just want to draw pictures in the ‘foggy’ mirror. BUT! Just last night I poured myself a beer. It’s been 28° and humid. Guess what happened? The moisture in the air condensed and formed a layer of water on my glass. Little Joe gasped excitedly while I was having dinner with him and he then said, ‘Look Dada. Condunshun‘. It took me 5 seconds to realise that he had just remembered my condensation talk.
At least one person in the house listens to me.
While this could actually be newsworthy, take a look at the figures in the article. IN THE WHOLE WORLD governments made 1139 information requests for data in the first 6 months of 2013. That’s 1139 enquiries out of 550,000,000 users. News? I don’t think so.
I was doing some work on the Gold Coast today and I noticed this graffiti…
Buggered if I know what it’s all about but I liked it enough to take a photo of it.
Yesterday the Australian government decided to take a lurch to the right with political asylum seekers being shipped offshore. All this from a supposedly socially responsible political party – the ALP.
Where I live there are hundreds of refugees living in cheap motels and bedsits that until recently were used by street workers (sex workers). The refugees are all young men – mainly Afghan, Pakistani and Tamil. As I walk and drive around my neighbourhood, I see them walking, talking and just generally seeming to wander around aimlessly.
Last week I had to catch a train 3 suburbs away to pick up my work van which was at the mechanic for repairs. On the way to Dutton Park railway station my 3 year old son’s pram lost a rear wheel behind the PA Hospital. One of those stupid double wheels with a plastic wheel lock. Three guys who couldn’t speak much English sprung into action and fashioned a gum tree twig into a makeshift axle for my boy’s pram. In 2 minutes flat they had the thing fixed and shook my hand. Resigned to the fact that I had already missed my train I asked them where they were from. You could see the hesitation.
I asked if they were Afghans. They nodded. One of them spoke up with reasonable English and said that they were ‘told’ not to do anything for anyone or they would lose their right to claim asylum. They obviously assumed that by being helpful to a Dad and his son that they were in potential breach of their future wellbeing.
To Kevin Rudd I will say, ARE THESE HELPFUL YOUNG MEN THE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO EXCLUDE FROM BECOMING AUSTRALIAN? Most Aussies wouldn’t lift a fucking finger to help me in that situation. But 3 young blokes in a strange land did have the will and the nouse to fix a pram, for a father, for a son.
They are the people I want to live in this nation. Real people. People who value their freedom. People who are generous with their time and their effort.
Deport the divisive and import the willing.
Don’t ever let the Tour of Australia go down Montague St in South Melbourne.
I dropped my beloved HTC Desire X down a storm water drain 2 weeks ago in Brisbane City. While I did retrieve it, unfortunately I cannot seem to talk to anyone on it – which kind of makes it a fairly useless phone. It is basically now a radio when I’m in the garden using the TuneIn app.
It was replaced with an iPhone 5, which I am pretty impressed with. I’m glad I waited this long for the bigger screen and faster performance. LTE is unbelievably fast too. Getting 2 – 3 MB/s from Optus is novel to say the least. Not 7 years ago it would take 25 minutes to download a song on my dial-up. Now I can get a song from my
KEXP Song of the Day podcast in 5 seconds. I can’t wait for the day when that is considered slow. Something tells me I won’t have to wait long.
So, quite quickly I am becoming the iPrick that I always hated. What’s happening to me? I’m using Twitter, burying my head in my phone and always listening to music with iTunes match or to radio from around the world on TuneIn.
Oh, and Dots is very addictive.
So my favourite Prime Minister is back. Well, my second favourite after Paul Keating anyway. Kevin Rudd has come back from the wilderness and given Julia Gillard a swift kick up the bum. The only reason I like him is because he got rid of John Howard and his increasingly UK Tory style of government i.e. promoting low wages and reducing workers’ right to stick up for themselves.
Having lived in the UK from 1996 until 1998 I got to experience the inequity in the employment market there. At first I worked for £5 per hour on a 48 hour week. After tax and rent I’d have £120 a week to entertain myself with. A pack of smokes was £3.00, a pint of beer was £2.30 and good food was pricey. I was paid well! Warehouse workers and cleaners got £2.60 per hour. In London I do not know how these people lived unless they had a second job selling drugs or robbing liquor stores (known as off-licence shops, or offies).
In 2006 when Workchoices was introduced I could see the UK/US style of employment beginning to take hold. Workers being forced to become independent contractors and being tied to their ex-employer, unable to be true independent contractors. One of my good friend’s had his salary nearly halved from $75 000 to $42 000, it nearly destroyed his marriage, he lost his house and couldn’t pay school costs for his 3 children. Like most fair minded people in Australia, I didn’t like seeing the little person being kicked in the shins. What I really despised was a government legislating to allow people to be kicked in the shins.
6 years on and things are going well in Australia. People are relatively well off. There is reward for effort. There is the ability for everyone to get ahead if they be imaginative, motivated and financially prudent.
I am scared that the next conservative Australian government will carry on from where John Howard left off. Tories are ‘lowest common denominator’ politicians. They want the lower end of society to feed the wealth of the top end. Australians don’t want that…or do they actually care anymore?
Demographics may be the ruler of our future though. As the Baby Boomers start retiring en masse, they are going to demand cheaper cost of living. The Boomers get what they want. They got educated for free, got cheap housing, subsidised industry to help build their wealth – now the rest of us are going to pay for their retirement with low wages and no rights in the workplace.
Hopefully I’m wrong, but I don’t think I will be for some reason.
I need something to assist me to sleep. I am resisting the use of pharmaceutical aids so have decided to bore myself to sleep using TuneIn. I try to find the most boring and monotonous news/documentary online radio stations, but have hit a snag.
It’s not that I have reached my 20 gig download limit. Never. It’s not that I’m still not sleeping well. No. It is that I have found the most intelligent, funny, witty and entertaining online radio stations from all over (the English speaking) world.
KALW San Francisco (NPR network) is my favourite on Sunday mornings at present.
Listening to other options makes me realise how Australian culture and media variety is so limited and so stunted. When RN now has more challenging concepts than JJJ, you know that public discourse has become more diluted than cordial at a suburban school fete.
Since I married her only daughter, my mother-in-law has asked me for the last 12 years if I’m going to an ANZAC Day parade/ceremony/flag raising/bugle fest or whatever. Each year she gets the same answer. I always say, ‘Listen, I appreciate the freedom that has been afforded me and fought for through many ugly wars. That is why I sleep in until 10 on ANZAC Day. To show my appreciation for the freedom I hold so dear.’
There seems to be far too many rainy days in Brisbane lately. Well, for the past 3 years really. Not that it’s a bad thing. I love the place looking green and lush as opposed to being hot, dry, brown and crispy.
For me the one thing the rainy weather breeds is efficiency. I am 3 months ahead of schedule transferring my business accounts over to the spunkfuckiest accounting software I have ever used, XERO.
I am not an accountant, I repeat , I am NOT an accountant. I am a normal person.
I just appreciate well designed apps that make a tedious task into an easy to manage affair. XERO is cloud based so no backing up with USB sticks, and I can do my accounts, receive bills and pay them without leaving Firefox. Thank fuck,at last simplicity.
If I get another call from some wanker trying to sell me search engine optimisation for my business website I’m going to scream bloody murder. I don’t mind getting calls from other businesses trying to drum up some business for themselves. But when their sales people call me and then refuse to take no for an answer I get the shits.
Today I had one guy (Philipino call centre routed through a Melbourne number) say to me, ‘Sir, you just must listen, I am smarter than you.’ That’s when I lost it and told him to go and fuck himself with a vegetable. In fact, I do believe that about 1/3 of the cost of my Google Adwords account for my business is generated by SEO companies searching for my line of work and clicking on my business ad in Adwords. Fucking leaches.
From now on I have a simple line to dissuade any cold caller offering me × service. I’m simply going to say – ‘I’m currently under contract for × service until January 2017. Call me back then please’.
I’ve been really missing Melbourne lately (well, for the last 6 years actually) and last week my wife purchased me return tix to Melbourne in order to take part in a little celebration at my old cricket club in Richmond last weekend. It was great seeing old cricket club buddies that I haven’t seen for 7 years or so. And when I wasn’t catching up with people I was walking around and checking out my old haunts.
Nothing much has changed in Melbourne. There’s a few more tall buildings around and the inevitable loss of some kooky little pubs and cafés, but nothing like the destruction of culture and architecture I have witnessed throughout Sydney and Brisbane. One thing that definitely hasn’t changed is the loudness of Melburnians in public places and their love of eating obnoxiously smelling food on trains and trams. Not that there’s a problem with either of my observations, I just love the outgoing nature of Melbourne in general.
My old haunts, Swan St. in Richmond and High St in Northcote and Thornbury are basically food and drink destinations now with most of the old dress shops, book shops and shoe shops having disappeared. Non-hospitality shopfronts are surviving by being a specialist in a particular style or genre which is great. The less crapola shops that exist the better – you know the type, a shoe shop that sells books and offers haircuts and sells instant coffee.
I can honestly now say that Brisbane is just a chore now. Anything I do here is just incidental and is a means of getting me back to civilisation. Now where’s that extra $600 000 I need so I can buy a shack and not have to pay rent in Melbourne…..?
Poor old Oscar. What a way to end a happy relationship!
I once mistook my wife for a burglar and yelled out,”Is that you darl, or are you a criminal stealing my shit?” She mumbled “Fuck off” in my general direction and then stumbled to the toilet and proceeded to sleep in the bathtub. She had a sore back the next morning and luckily avoided the wrath of my cricket bat that sits behind a door in the house awaiting its first intruder. That’s the closest I’ve come to mistaking my other half for a robber – very unexciting, and the result of a night out with the girls.
Not many people own up to being a catholic these days. I mean, why would you with a few of the clergy having been caught out molesting children for the past few decades as well as having illicit affairs with some of their adult flock? I went to a catholic school in Redcliffe and several years after leaving my father mailed me a cutting from The Courier Mail. The cutting detailed the exploits and charges being laid against my former high school principal. He was later jailed for sex offences against boys. My dad used to coach the school cricket team alongside this principal, so I can only guess how that made him feel having worked with a disgusting person like that.
I wish I could detail what the boys at my school nicknamed the principal back then, but unfortunately it will probably cause me to be sued or something, even though the nicknames accurately describe the behavior of the man involved. But it was bizarre that even 15yo kids inherently knew and made fun of the sexual preferences of the principal.
I’ve moved on now and can best be described as an agnostic…so I’ll just sit back and enjoy the show while Karl Stefanovic reports from Vatican City in a few weeks time. He’ll entertain Australia waiting around for that puff of smoke.
So. Australia’s PM has announced that we’ll be voting for a new Prime Minister and federal parliament during the holiest time of my year – during the AFL finals series. What the frick?
Here’s our choice from my point of view:
So that’s where 113 years of federation has ended up. It seems that progress has been made from 1901 until about 1995-96. After that everything has become very ho-hum and based upon economic outcomes – not necessarily what’s best for society. But, does society exist anymore? Thatcher tried her best to ignore it and most western governments are doing the same whether they are from the left or the right side of politics.
Everybody just has to get used to the fact that we are economic units now. We are not individuals anymore. Even though conservatives will champion our freedom and individuality as something to be cherished , they really actually only want freedom and individual rights for people who hold significant wealth.
Australia will get the government it deserves in September. Most likely a government that encourages exploitation of low income workers, rewards fat baby-boomers for making money while sitting on their arses and a government that helps widen the gap between the haves and the have-nots.
Summer’s been hot. VERY hot. After a few weeks of constant 33º days everyone you pass in the street is smelling like a hobo and looking like one too, including me. But as usually happens in Brisbane, the heat is broken up by a good old-fashioned rain storm.
There’s just something about Icelandic musicians – http://youtu.be/zbJZTgTsTYU