At the Barracks with smelly teenage males using the net with Gazza next to me.
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DRAFT REGISTRATION: United States Armed Forces: Pursuant to Sub-Section 8, Paragraph C of Executive Branch Classified Directive #13334-P, dated 1 May 2004, the Armed Forces of the United States stand directed by President George W. Bush to accelerate preparations for compulsory induction of the adult non-homosexual population into active combat duty in the War Against Terror." Go there - be sure to register (both heads, remember, if you're Tasmanian). ¶ 12:29 0 Comments
Navy puts us at risk, say sailors: ALMOST half the sailors in the Australian navy believe their lives are being put at risk by officers more interested in meeting deadlines than safety standards." This is what they call looking after our troops? ¶ 08:58 0 Comments
'Evolution is Dumb' What an argument. I actually saw a bumber sticker tonight that displayed these fine words of wisdom, and I was so inspired that I decided to google it." A visit to the Skeptics would do all the world of good - my Darwin Fish from the good doctors sits very comfortably on the top left of my monitor. Keeps me reminded that skepticism is a virtue. ¶ 12:11 0 Comments
Gay Sex and Advanced Calculus: Ramblings about neither bedroom activities nor Mathematics formulas." I just had to blog this for the title alone. ¶ 11:43 0 Comments
What happened to Sunday evening?
What happened to yesterday?
That's right, it's the Rantzalot walks into Hills Hoist trick - kerdunk....
Don't remember much other than very (to the 23rd power) weird dreams that involved my rolling over in bed affecting the orbit of Pluto which threw the whole solar system out of alignment - good thing I rolled back over....
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A blogger by the name of Weezil , who has dangerous ideas coming out of his working brain, has blogged the story of the US Marine killing a wonded Iraqi at at point blank range. His rage is more articulate than I would/could be at this stage so just read what he's written and put a Rantzalot (Sir) jab into it and you'll have what I should have written.
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Pluralitas non est ponenda sine neccesitate.
Go there just for the Remaining Bushtime countdown ticker (now at the bottom of every page of these rantz and in place until the bastard leaves office) - I reckon you'll find lots more worth staying for.
I've squandered my chups on a raffle I didn't win so you'll need to help me increase my chups again and again and again and again and again.
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An essay concerning the origins, nature, extent and morality of this destructive force in free market economies. Definitions. Paradoxes and omissions in Adam Smith's original theory permit - encourage - greed without restraint so that in a very large society over two centuries it has become an undemocratic force creating precipitous inequalities; divisions in this society now approach a kind of wealth apartheid, and our values are quite unlike Smith's: this is an immensely wealthy society but it is not a humane society. Wealth and poverty are connected, in fact recent sociological theory shows our institutions routinely design inequality in, but this connection is largely avoided in texts and in the media, as is the notion that greed is a moral wrong. Problems created by greed cannot be solved by technology. We are also distracted by already-outdated environmental rhetoric, arguments that scarcities and human suffering follow from abuse of our ecology. Rather, these scarcities are the result of what people do to people. This focus opens practical solutions.¶ 18:19 0 Comments
© Julian Edney @ 2002-2004
This coming Monday, 22 November 2004 Rebecaa Turner has organised a "No Pay Day" to express commuter disgust with the system that is public transport in New South Wales. Rebecca has caused much much consternation with her one woman show to the point that a Media Release has been put out warning people that commuters could be hit with a hefty $AUSD200 fine.
I don't drive automobiles and society is safer for it: there should be more people who currently drive who admit same and stop driving. For the good drivers on the road - and there are many - this may sound foreign: "Not able to drive, of course you can drive, everyone can drive". Nonetheless, I choose to protect the public - and myself - by not getting by the wheel of a massive chunk of metal. Given that I live in a metropolis that requires commuting from one point to another on a regular basis, it is of necessity that public transport is a part of my life.
More often than not, I don't rely on the published time tables as they are of little or no use. For example, the 400 bus going from Bondi to Burwood is the bus that I sometimes catch (e.g. legs are too sore to walk all the way to the station) to then get a Train to the city. It is a waste of time to even try to board the 7:57 @ Launcelot: in one month in my new abode not once have I been ablet to board said bus as it is always full and doesn't even stop at the stop unless there is a commuter that needs to alight.
Seeing the buses so reliable, I judge it a waste of time to even try to guesstimate the scheduled train time and whether it will get me to where I need to by the time I need to get there. It's to the point that I don't even bother with the tables as I arrive at the station and catch whatever train is next. Fortunately - in a rather odd way methinks - my hatred of arriving late ensures that I leave plenty of time to get where I need to go from wherever I am. Even with this tactic there have been more than a handful of instances when I have made it exactly on time and twice where I've been late (and I hate that).
So... will I be joining Rebecca in here campaign this coming Monday? You bet your sweet arse I will. You might like to check out the the The Sunday Telegraph and NineMSN for more information on the campaign and its growth, as well as a peom* on the ABC about the dreadful state of rail.
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When I arrived home from being out (doctor, shopping, work, shopping) I made my usual smoke and headed to the garden with a cuppa. Having planted out a few basil seedlings yesterday as well as having taken a few grape vine cuttings, I was rather eager to have a a sticky beak around the garden beds and the various pots to see how things were progressing. All just fine and dandy and Xtian would be pleased with the progress of the compost - my first compost in a non-tropical climate in over ten years: woo hoo!
Now, the problem I pose for you is to identify the yellow stuff in the picture below. You can let me know what it is - if you can identify it, that is - by commenting below. If you're not registered via Blogger so that you can comment, please feel free to email via the link to your left.
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¶ 18:06 1 CommentsThis arrived today - haven't received similar for almost six months (i.e. 23 weeks). As well as busting the myth by clicking on the image below, you might also like to visit The random rants, raves and recommendations of one tall glass of milk and if you'd still like to set the world on fire, just Google The Lot
One can but hope the weather is like this image when I'm next in Canberra at the end of this month. One can but hope...
Well, it looks as if my estimation and evaluation of the mobile phone pervert - Mr Shane Warne - is going to have be re-estimated and re-evaluated. Having noted that, I need to diverge from the main rant for a tick to discuss why I disliked Shane (as I now call him). It's rather a short divergence but a divergence nonetheless.
Morover, my dislikedeness of Mr Warne wasn't related to his alleged philandering, his alleged sneaking a fag in the dressing room or his pig-headed* ignorance: instead, I disliked Mr Warne because of his affectation of being a Triskadekadekaphilian by borrowing the sacred 23 for his one day cricket (also known as "pyjama cricket") uniform number. Now, I'm aware he was actually stealing** the sacred 23 as he's an enemy of my enemy.
Why this re-estimation and re-evaluation? I alluded to it above: he's an enemy of my enemy and you can find out more here and my previous rant you can find here.
Further to this rant - is this now the main rant or a divergence of a divergence ??? - I was most surprised that I've only whinged about Mr Warne once - I would have guessed Mr Warne would have received quite a few serves in these rantz. In the future, I'll have to remember to talk more about Shane.
¶ 08:01 2 Comments*Don't worry, I'm not insulting pigs - I adore pigs and I'm pig-headed and I'm arrogant - but that's yet another divergence.
**Bad artists borrow - good artists steal.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.......................
5 of the six strawberry plants have somehow survived though three of them only in miniscule portions. Better than I thought a few days back. The Vietnamese Mint and the Rosemary from my friends in the hills have survived. Still awaiting the sweets peas peeking their heads through the soil.
Have decided to create another garden bed: this one will be in an area that I'm sure was a garden bed before and it is next to the chain link fence that has a grape vine growing wildly on it. Should be beautiful by the end of Spring.
Back to the garden...
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Why has he put this in the Personality: Triskaidekadekaphile area, one hears you asking. One answers, "'Cause it's 529 words of Lorem Ipsum" and Triskaidekadekaphilians would immediately recognise that as 23squared.
I've made my stylesheet a linked reference instead of embedded within each page: now I can mod my template and upload that and the whole site is changed from a to z and back again. Woo hoo.
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I got drunk last night. Really. I'm not a drinker of alcohol on many occasions and last night was a drinkin' occasion as it was the launch of an exhibition in which I was a participant - and a speaker. A good time was had by most: the Eastender and I both sold all our works - he being a non-purist like myself sold not just one set of a marvelous triptych but two plus his other work (which the Hussey and I co-purchased).
So, how drunk was I? Well, I had three (3) glasses of red wine at the launch and joined a few others at "The Rose" where I had one (1) big beer (I haven't a clue as to how many mLs that is - any rantzettes out there with NSW drinking knowledge feel free to comment) and then two (2) little beers (again, I haven't a clue...) so I was quite pissed - even laughed aloud at myself for being so.
Leaving "The Rose" to go back to the arts centre was a wet experience - even more so because I had remembered having my boots on when I really had my Dunlop Volleys on - wet, wet, wet as well as pissed, pissed, pissed
One of the good folks walking me to the better place to get a Taxi thought I'd have better luck hailing a Taxi if I removed my hat because only drug dealers wear hats at night. Shit, I always wear my hat outside. Moreover, it was raining so I was pissed and getting pissed on.....
And how do people who are drunk and trying to be quite quiet manage to make so much noise? Upon entering the toilet and trying then to close the door quietly I managed to slam it quite hard - and mished my finger. Bloody hell - I'm so pleased alcohol isn't a regular part of my diet as it bloody works wonders when I do have it.
Thanks to all for a good night.
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Been feeling down after the elections in both Australia and the United States? yeah, me three. It was with great pleasure and much amusement that I had the good fortune of being forwarded an email with a link to the Letters of Marque: re-mapping commentary. Though I fail to see either a chicken or a donkey in the re-mapped America, I'd certainly spend my time wisely and visit the Marque.
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Given one's evloved to HSSE, one feels a profound need to share 5 (2+3) of 23s that one has collected of late.
This is what we have to look forward to when Messrs. Abbott and Pyne start messing with vaginas that aren't theirs:
¶ 09:15 0 Comments'We don't know if we can save the baby.'
And I thought, 'The baby? My God, Becky was pregnant.'
At 11:29 that night, the doctors said that there was no hope and took her off life support.
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The United States is preparing to test new-generation weapons, including smart bombs, on Australian territory under an agreement currently under negotiation."There will be things that will be learned together, they will try completely new things."
¶ 07:58This is the Hour of Lead--
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow--
First--Chill--then Stupor--then the letting go.
-- Emily Dickinson c. 1862 (1929)
Only a few hours until we know if it's going to be a Jonestown Kool-Aid kinda day or a Heineken piss-up. Not being a regular drinker of alcohol, I'm going to have three (count em - 1...2....3) beers, which means I'll be incredibly pissed, if Kerry gets elected.
Should Dubya get back in, I'm afraid it's going to have to be Jonestown Kool-Aid: I hate Kool-Aid, but not as much as I hate Dubya - may he have many, many pretzels.
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¶ 15:59 0 CommentsA teacher was giving a lesson on blood circulation. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face."
"Yes," the class said.
"Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?"
A little fellow shouted, "Because your feet ain't empty."
