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.
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:
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?
I’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?
The black hats broke in and whacked the site, but good.
Still working on it. I think I’ve managed to save all postings and comments, no loss there thankfully. Don’t take any changes of appearance here as gospel tho. I had to recreate all from scratch and it takes time, donchano.
Thrice cursed huh? That’s me out of the running for head of the residents committee then.
Shameless Human Scum Counting Cats Condemned
PYONGYANG (KCNA) — Against the backdrop of angry shouts rocking the country, a special military tribunal of the DPRK Ministry of State Security was held against Counting Cats, traitor for all ages.
Absolute is the trust of the army and people of the DPRK in its ability to vanquish Cats, the enemy of the party, revolution and people and heinous betrayer of the nation.
I have a friend, Jaime. He is Bolivian, which explains the spelling of his name, but has been living in Oz for a few decades.
I first met him some years ago, and he has been living at my place for the last two years.
He was hard and tough and wiry - just the sort that won't say die -
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.
Anyway, about nine or ten months ago he wasn’t feeling too hot, so he went to see the doctor. The doc sent him to hospital for some tests, and when he came home he was a bit quiet; bad tempered too.
Bad tempered wasn’t unusual, but quiet? That’s never been known to happen before. On one occasion (I timed it) he followed me around the house talking, non stop, for an hour and a half before I said anything. It was when he got to the point of telling me the life history of his friends girlfriends cousin I decided that enough was enough.
Eventually he told me, he was suffering from pulmonary fibrosis, a progressive scaring of his lung tissue, and had less than a year to live.
My cat was called Cat, until my sister renamed him Dennis.
John Galts posting below got me musing to myself about the last time I visited Rome.
I wandered about a bit on my tod, as is my wont, and when I found Trajans Column there was an elderly Australian couple there, asking a street vendor what it was about. This bloke didn’t understand them, or at least was pretending not to, and was trying to get rid of them. Jeeze, what a SOB. The chance that a Rome souvenir hawker didn’t speak at least simple English was somewhere between zilch and Buckley’s. I took this couple in hand and did my tour guide bit – explained who Trajan was, what the column was, how old it was, why it was erected, what the reliefs around it represented, and what had been done to it over the years (centuries?)(millennia?) since it was first constructed.
They thanked me profusely for my time, and then I thanked them for listening to me and, as I had never seen the column before, allowing me to make my first sight of it so pleasant. The look on their faces was priceless.
Going through some old papers today, stuff that has been trailing after me as I perambulate around the world over the years.
Anyway, what do I find? Here on Queenslands sunny Gold Coast? Some examples of good old fashioned political pamphleteering, that’s what. The sort of written equivalent of standing on a soapbox at Speakers Corner, which any political loudmouth would indulge in back in previous centuries, before this internetty thing made it so easy that it turned the world into Speakers Corner and we can all have that soapbox.
Anyway, these pamphlets must be over thirty years old – headed as they were ‘Alternative Bookshop’ and authored by one Brian Micklethwait…
Everything has been replaced. Firewall rebuilt, new server, loadsa memory.
If the fornicating piece of equipment fails again it can fornicating go fornicate itself.
I constructed a new fine and shiny server, and the motherboard failed immediately. It took my supplier two working days, plus a weekend, to get me a replacement…
The bunnies really weren’t happy – even if the gerbils have had a nice rest recently.
To all concerned, and even to those who don’t give a toss…
Damn, but I am sorry the site was down.
While I was away the site collapsed, and I couldn’t get in to check the problem. When I finally got my hands on it all, after I got back, I found that the router was dead, dead as a really dead thing living in the centre of deadlands. Further, my remote pair of hands, who I had left in charge of doing stuff if anything went wrong, was in hospital, with the doctors wondering each day if he would be laughing and smiling the next, or pushing up daisies instead.
He is out now in case you were wondering.
My bad for not sticking in a new router before I left.
It is a few days since I left, last Monday in fact, but I had no Internet access. It is not that the ship doesn’t provide internet services, but at between 33 cents per minute, provided I buy 600 minutes in advance, and 79 cents if I don’t, it has the be damned important before I make use of it.
Sorry guys and gals, much as I love you all, I don’t love you that much…
So, having written this aboard, I am sending it from Nuku’alofa, Tonga*. Or, at the time of writing, that is the plan anyway.
First, the ship:
This weekend I am off for a while.
I have a milestone birthday coming up, and no, I am not telling which milestone, and I have been given a gift of a five week cruise on board Sea Princess.
The itinerary is:
Sydney, Nuku’alofa, Honolulu, Kaui, Maui, Kona, Hilo, Papeete, Moorea, Raiatea, Bora Bora, Pago Pago, Suva, Noumea.
Australia, Western Samoa, Hawaii, Tahiti, French Polynesia, American Samoa, Fiji and New Caledonia.
Ya gunna miss me?