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The family expands

I just thought I would share this with you.

Back in June, 2013, I met an attractive lady in a coffee shop in Brisbane. We got along kinda well, met a few times, and, as these things can lead to, yesterday, at noon, in a beachside park at Burleigh Heads here on Queenslands Sunny Gold Coast, we married – at my age as well.


Anyway, meet the new, freshly minted, Mrs Cats.


Racial Discrimination Act

Prior to the last Australian election the opposition promised to abolish Section 18c of the Racial Discrimination Act, the section which suppressed debate on public policy so long as some whiney thin skinned whinger individual felt themselves insulted, humiliated, offended or intimidated on the basis of ethnicity or race.

However, as a result of the level of objection, by people who would never vote for this government anyway, the Prime Minister yesterday announced that this promise would be dropped.

Last night I sent the following email to my local Liberal Party MP:


Star Wars Day

Yes, seriously – May the 4th be with you.

Poor sad sad people out there.

I have been a science fiction fan for many decades, pretty much all my life in fact, and I have never seen the point of Star Wars.

Many years ago, although in a galaxy pretty close to here, just prior to the release of the original film – whatever it is called these days – I entered a promotional competition in a newspaper where I had to answer 5 questions on science fiction. Now, remember, this was in the days when the Internet comprised about 4 mainframe computers, and the Web was still 15 years from being invented, so you actually had to know the answers. No googling anything back then chummy. Or Yahooing it, Or even, may the force protect us, Binging it.

I only, partially, remember two of the questions – what was the pen name of John Benyon, and something about which book references a chronocsynclastic infundibulum – but I got all five right, which I already knew before I sent the reply in – arrogant snot that I was – and I won a copy of the novelisation of the film.

Having read that piece of crap, which I guess I still have around here somewhere, I put off watching the movie for over 20 years. When I did finally see it I felt pretty justified in my indifference.

Worra lorra rubbish.

Seriously. Why do people watch that stuff?


MarielineI’d like you to meet Marieline, an old friend and an ex girlfriend from some years ago.

I haven’t seen her for years, kinda because we live on different sides of the continent. She lives in Perth, and I live on Queenslands sunny Gold Coast.

This doesn’t allow for the occasional Saturday morning meet up for a cup of coffee, but we cross paths on the Internet on occasion and say hello.

Anyway, Marieline is suffering from motor neurone disease, sorta like wot that physicist chappie has, the one who invented quantum black holes, evaporating black holes and pootles about about writing books on the nature of time when he is not redefining our understanding of existence. That one, you know.

Anyway, Marieline is what Susan Sto Helit’s old school headmistress would have called a plucky gel, and she is taking part in a charity walk in order to raise a bit of cash to contribute to motor neurone research.

Go on, bung a couple a bob into the pot. You know you want to, don’t you?