The continuance

Welcome to a strange magical place where I come through and do what I said I would do. I know what you are thinking, there has been some warp in the space time continuum and we have been blessed with reversi matt.

So anyway what I said I would do is continue my story from my last blog. Well that didn't happen, but now I will give it a shot. From what I recall, dinner with Glen, Ros and Mange the Wonder Dog was tacos. I'm pretty sure mange didnt get any tacos but he is a sneaky little bugger, so he may have stolen the last taco. Mange can eat my taco anytime.

The most memorable part of the evening to me was Glen and I preparing the tacos. It all came good in the end, but I don't think I will get Glen to grate cheese ever again. Or maybe if I need to save the world by grating hundreds of thousands of tonnes of cheese I will ask for Glen's assistance, because when I asked him to grate the cheese, he must have thought that the enoggera barracks were coming for tacos as well. Or maybe they were just going to send someone over in a large army truck with an escort of heavily armed blackhawks to collect the cheese for their own taco party.

That pretty much concludes what I was going to say at the end of the last blog.

I'm pretty sure that Glen came around by himself the next weekend for a bit of lanning action. I'm not sure if it was the next weekend or not due to the passing of time blending all memories together to form some fanciful story where I am the lead character. A well hung loner midget, with potatoes on his mind.

But anyway, I'm sure that glen came around at some stage and he brought his PC with him. Oh yeah, he brought mange too. It's all coming back to me now. Glen and mange arrived. I went upstairs to grab my PC as it is considerably cooler downstairs and everyone knows that lans produce sweat at the best of times. So it is in everybody's best interest to keep things as chilly as possible. So yeah, I'm upstairs and I can smell this funny smell, so I shout out down the stairs, "What the fuck is that smell? Glen you are one stinky negro." I don't think I said the last bit. My first thought was that the dog had dropped one somewhere upstairs, so I look around to try and find the source. As I am stomping around upstairs making general curses and such Glen and Jill are shouting up the stairs to try and find out what the hell I am doing. To avoid shouting anymore, I go to the top of the stairs and lo and behold mange has left a booby traft of the most terrible proportions. He pretty much got about half of the steps with his little stink pellets. At least they were well formed. But in the process of becoming well formed the stink was compressed into a solid which instantly converts back to a gas once leaving the dog's anus. Since I was at the top of the stairs, the general rule of stench applies here, I got the worst of the stench as it flowed up seeking new victims, like some kind of devilish miasma.

I don't think anyone will ever realise how close I actually come to pegging the dog through the window.

But it was a good day and after my initial short burst of extreme anger it was quite funny.

On the weekend just gone, Jill and I went to the Greek Club with Glen and Ros. Glen is right. It is delicious and while the service at first appears good, it turns out that their only strength is keeping your water glass full in a poor attempt to stop you noticing that you are passing from youthful exuberence to elderly indifference.

Most of our spare time at the moment is going into finding a celebrant for the wedding and also finding a suitable destination for our honeymoon. We know where we are going but we just have to find a nice b&b that is not run by some old biddy who will insist that we consumate our marriage in the vineyard covered in the stomach fluid of a rabid antelope.

The celebrant search is going really well almost too well as a matter of fact.

We started looking, by the way I think it is important to note that when I say we in relation to celebrants it is pretty much all Jill, by going to the attorney general's website and emailing pretty much all the civil celebrants there. We did a big cull when we got the replies. Basically anyone who seemed remotely like a whack job got culled straight away. So that left us with about 6 people who we started meeting with on Sunday.

The first guy is Sharmy's brother. His name was parma. He is currently sitting at number two on the list. We met two people yesterday and one lady on Monday. The lady on Monday is at the bottom of the pile. She was short and didn't really mesh that well with us. The guy we met yesterday seemed nice at the time but in retrospect seemed a bit fake. We weren't really sure, but he is still in with a chance at number three. The lady we met last night was really nice and we both seemed to get on really well with her. There were only two negatives against her. One, she lives at fig tree pocket, which is where someone lost a wheel.. .. car that is.. Two she has bigger more buff biceps than me, which isn't saying much, but it's still kind of imtimidating. She is at number one at the moment.

This is the last guy http://www.tallyrand.com.au/ChimneySweep.htm We are just after him to be a normal celebrant but I rember reading through one of Jill's bridal magazines and seeing this fucking weird ass chimney sweep and well it turns out after all our culling we seem to have let one slip through the cracks. Maybe. He still has a chance. We meet on Thurs.

This has turned out to be another stupidly long blog.

Enjoy.

February Post

Well it is a new month so I guess I'd better make a new post.

Since the last post Gareth was in town, with his mega dog of doom like proportions. The cat is still recovering from his stay of a few days.

Gareth came, had a few beverages over a few nights and then I deposited him at the airport with the mega dog early one tuesday morning.

Last week I was on late starts for the week. It was pretty cool not having to start work until 11am. Most days I got out of there at about 5.30.. so it was a pretty cruisy week. I'm a big fan of starting that time of morning. You can get up, piss around for a couple of hours and then go to work at a human hour. None of this jumpstarted your body business at 8am in the morning. I really don't know how I survived those 4.30am starts for so long. I lost a lot of friends during that early start time of my life.. Generally because I was too rooted to do anything at any of the hours when anybody wanted to do them.. but hey..that's life.

So anyway, I'm back on normal starts now. Gaar. I would have run into trouble once uni started again anyway.

The weekend was pretty good.. Jill went Kyaking (spelling... u know single person canoe) all day saturday and came back as burnt as a.. for lack of a better analogy, a lonely hermit man who has lived his entire life on the surface of the sun. I was counting on Ros working on this day, so that Glen and I could get in a solid day of lanning, however this was not to be the case and some forethought on my part was probably needed. So alas I was left at home to conquer Full Spectrum Warrior all by myself.

Don't listen to Glen regarding FSW. He is generally retarded. I taught him the wonders of covering fire and flanking to stop his men from being gunned down like little bitches. That's not to say that I didn't have entire squads wiped out by randow RPG fire and men stop in the open when they are told to take cover.

Maybe I just have more patience then glen, or maybe I spent 10mins in the training. Either way, that game is one for the co-op list.

Sunday was action packed. First up Jill and I went to the wesley hospital to see her uncle who has glandular fever. The guy kind of freaks me out because he mumbles and I can't really understand what he is saying at the best of times. But we went anway and we survived after we fought about where to park when we got there. It was more of a case of me not listening to what Jill was saying, but it was argument nonetheless.

After this, we went at warp speed in the impeza to mum and dad's for lunch. My grandma was there and my aunty and uncle were supposed to show, but they weren't there so we started to eat. Mum served up sand crabs and prawns. I don't know how anyone else feels about seafood, but I'm of the opinion that it is too much work for too little reward. It is sooo very freaking hard to eat a god damn sand crab... and hey don't get me wrong they taste pretty good when you break open the adamantium shell with your kryptonite knife, but you end up with crap everywhere and stinky hands... a bit like what I imagine anal sex to be like.

So anyway, after we finished the crabs my aunty and uncle rock up and proceed to eat the dregs of the seafood.. oh well that what you get for being late. mmyeh

Jill and I bailed early on the lunch as we had double booked ourselves. While striving to eat seafood we were missing out on fragging action with ieuan and the gang at battlespace at Arana Hills. The PCs there were pretty good.. We played farcry all afternoon... Jill spanked pretty much the entire cafe at farcry in the first game. It was truly awesome. She ended up about 20 frags ahead of me by the end of the round. I love you baby.. You are the shit.


I have to go now.. I have to collect Jill from the city. More blog to follow. I seem to have a lot to say today. Unusual i know. Still got to cover dinner with Glen and Ros and mange the wonder dog.