GO Makybe!!
For those of you who are not in either Sydney or Melbourne at the moment - I will fill you in on a little local gos. The Melbourne Cup was yesterday - and Makybe Diva won it for the THIRD TIME IN A ROW. This has a number of jokeys VERY excited, and quite a few drunk people stumbling around this fair city. Now, normally I wouldn’t give a cobbler’s profanity, but it just so happens that I won the work sweepstake yesterday. In true Me style, I only purchased one ticket and begrudgingly at that. I was the first to draw, and out she came!! I walked away with a handsome $130 lining my pockets. Far from crying, “to the pub, my shout!!”, I walked coolly to the door with a, “So long suckers” swagger. It was a pretty cool win – very auspicious.
I also caught up with Warwick yesterday who was on a bit of a whirlwind Sydney tour. He was up over the weekend as well, but was off camping. Normally I would be all up for the camping thing, but the weekend just gone was an exercise in revelling in house-ly matters so recently resolved (ie sitting on the couch for extended periods watching Arrested Development).
I also find it interesting, although entirely off nearly any possible topic, to mention that if Bird Flu does what it apparently seems possible it will do (and that is cross with the human flu strains and become a highly contagious and very deadly cocktail flu), Australia has said that they will pretty much close off the Aussie borders to all international travel. How completely insane a concept. Very Armageddon style. I think I would head back to my parent’s place and commence a lifestyle entirely dependent on yoghurt, granola and barley pudding. Whats your plan? I would have a couple of seats in the back of my Astra, but you would have to bring your own granola.
And another thing.
What in hells name WAS going on in the 70's??
I also caught up with Warwick yesterday who was on a bit of a whirlwind Sydney tour. He was up over the weekend as well, but was off camping. Normally I would be all up for the camping thing, but the weekend just gone was an exercise in revelling in house-ly matters so recently resolved (ie sitting on the couch for extended periods watching Arrested Development).
I also find it interesting, although entirely off nearly any possible topic, to mention that if Bird Flu does what it apparently seems possible it will do (and that is cross with the human flu strains and become a highly contagious and very deadly cocktail flu), Australia has said that they will pretty much close off the Aussie borders to all international travel. How completely insane a concept. Very Armageddon style. I think I would head back to my parent’s place and commence a lifestyle entirely dependent on yoghurt, granola and barley pudding. Whats your plan? I would have a couple of seats in the back of my Astra, but you would have to bring your own granola.
And another thing.
What in hells name WAS going on in the 70's??
posted by tangles at 9:35 AM
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Fuck yeah!!!! $60 for me in sweep!!! Bring it!!!!
This is the first time I've ever entered a sweep and I won! This tells me that gambling is good and I can't loose.
I agree. I am a reformed non-betting person. I like this getting something for nothing, or, at least, getting a bigger thing in exchange for a smaller thing. Where the thing is money.
but that has many applications, Chia. ;-)
How's the rash?
That comment sounds fricking awful - apologies all!
your ambiguity-meter is still not working optimally k?
Regarding bird flu - I'm gonna head for the swedish hills with a 12-gauge and live off wild elk and moss (the small damp vegetation, not Ronn Moss from The Bold and the Beautiful. Although if I did wander by, I'd have few qualms shooting and eating him.)
ergh, I mean "if he did wander by". What I wrote just makes no sense...
Ian, it rarely does.
My ambiguity is tailored, and makes me appear more interesting.
Interesting shminteresting, I got my ambiguity from St Vinnies.
The Final Word on Ambiguity - from Monty Python (it also mentions elks and hence, bizarrely, is ever so topical).
Art Critic: Some people have made the mistake of seeing Shunt's work as a load of rubbish about railway timetables, but clever people like me, who talk loudly in restaurants, see this as a deliberate ambiguity, a plea for understanding in a mechanized world. The points are frozen, the beast is dead. What is the difference? What indeed is the point? The point is frozen, the beast is late out of Paddington. The point is taken. If La Fontaine's elk would spurn Tom Jones the engine must be our head, the dining car our esophageus, the guard's van our left lung, the cattle truck our shins, the first-class compartment the piece of skin at the nape of the neck and the level crossing an electric elk called Simon. The clarity is devastating. But where is the ambiguity? It's over there in a box. Shunt is saying the 8:15 from Gillingham when in reality he means the 8:13 from Gillingham. The train is the same only the time is altered. Ecce homo, ergo elk. La Fontaine knew his sister and knew her bloody well. The point is taken, the beast is moulting, the fluff gets up your nose. The illusion is complete; it is reality, the reality is illusion and the ambiguity is the only truth. But is the truth, as Hitchcock observes, in the box? No there isn't room, the ambiguity has put on weight. The point is taken, the elk is dead, the beast stops at Swindon, Chabrol stops at nothing, I'm having treatment and La Fontaine can get knotted.
brilliant! I had a big chuckle at that.
I laughed also.
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Tu devrais parle l'anglais mon ami!
Ici, c'est l'Australie!
Who is this Roberto fellow? Such a saucy accent. However, not all that keen on "plus tard", whatever it means. It doesn't sound all that flattering.
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