Beach Beauty?

Some pics of me at Marcoola Beach on the Sunshine Coast last weekend. Click for larger pics, if you dare. :P



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ANZAC Day Parade

Took my dad into Brisbane city today so that he could march with his unit in today's ANZAC Day parade. He served in Vietnam as a part of the army's 1st Australian Field Hospital unit.

Here are a few pics I snapped of him in the parade. Click for larger pictures. :)






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My ANZAC Day Rant

I just read this news article which addresses religious and political battles currently underway regarding the Gallipoli site.

I wonder if I am alone in my amazement that people are stupid enough to be drawn into political and religious debate about something that so clearly has nothing to do with either.

Now I am just an average agnostic civilian Australian who is no more or less educated than the majority, so maybe my views on this are oversimplified. But I am at a loss as to why everyone else does not see it the same way, regardless of their political and religious beliefs.

ANZAC Day, and what the Gallipoli site represents, has nothing to do with politics or religion. It is all about remembering those who have sacrificed for their political, moral, and religious beliefs, regardless of who's side they were or are on.

I have never been to an ANZAC Day service where they spoke about the political or religious aspects of the Gallipoli campaign. All they spoke about was the sacrifice. All they asked is that we honor and remember ALL who have fallen, and ALL who continue to sacrifice for a cause.

Why can't everyone be reasonable about this? War is part of human nature, and we will not likely be free of it. What we can do is remember! Remember what has been done to get us where we are today. Honor those who did it, and are still doing it. That's the best we can all do, and all we should do.

Get off your political and religious high horses people!!!

Lest we forget!

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Dawn Service

Up early to go to the ANZAC Day dawn service with my parents. Have to be there by 4:20am, so must rush off.

See ya all later.

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Wanker Gets Owned

You'll love this.

Returning from a client site today as this accident happened. (laugh)

B-Double truck is coming up a one lane street. Indicates to turn left, swings out wide to the right so he can make the turn, then a wanker zips up the left hand side of the truck to beat him around the corner.

Truck 1 - Wanker 0



Funny thing was, he was talking on his phone as I took the pic and I overheard him saying "The guy did not even look!". (laugh) WANKER!!!

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Sore Butt

No!!! Not for THAT reason. EWWW!!! :P

Cycled 17km this morning in one hour. My ass is not used to sitting on anything other than a padded chair. So the tired aching legs mean nothing to me. I am very much distracted by how sore my butt is. :(

Somewhere around 750 calories burnt. Do that every second day and I should be untubbyfied in no time! :)

Question is, how long will I keep this up? It is quite an effort to get up early to do it. Can I manage to get myself to bed earlier each night? Time will tell I guess.

LOTS of VERY attractive women jogging along the riverside. I am thinking that might be incentive enough to keep me going for a little while at least. ;) Shame I pass them by so quickly.

Oh well, iPod will keep me company. :)

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NOT FUNNNEEEEEE!!!

Oh my god this is so bloody funny!!!

This little kid is trying to tell his dad his baby brother has blood on his face. And his dad is trying so hard not to laugh.

Watch this whole thing. I swear you will laugh your head off and want to watch it again! :D



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Drunken Time Travel

I awoke this morning in my bed with my first hangover in 13 years. As I lay there marveling at the fact that I recall these terrible symptoms after so long, and wondering why my pants are on backwards, some more recent memories start confusing my mind.

Chinese water torture? Attempted time travel with some sort of quantum foam? Male body waxing? Sour tasting peices of bacon? My name is not bloody Warren!

Why are my pants on backwards?!?!

Oh thats right! I took some wiskey home last night and poured two straight glasses, double shots. One for me, one for my uncle...

After a quick toast to the old drunkard, I wandered into the other room and handed his glass to my friend who was on the phone. I threw back mine, and enjoyed the warm tummy and light head that it gave me.

She was not content for just one glass, and tormented me until I agreed to have "just one more drink" with her. And here is where the story starts...

As best as I can recall, the series of events can be briefly described as this. Somehow a whole bottle of wiskey found its way into my belly. 11 standard drinks and half an hour later, my trustworthy friend had somehow put the idea in my mind that I could stop a clock hanging on the wall by using expandable foam. It just so happened that she had exactly the can of foam that I needed at hand.

It is amazing how much foam comes out of those things. It is equally amazing that the foam is REALLY sticky. Needless to say, I was not able to stop time using the foam and thus ended my drunken plan to time travel.

I am not sure when this part of the story happened, but I do recall trying to clean up bacon bits that I vomited up someplace. I also recall spending a reasonable amount of effort attempting to remove the now quite stuck foam that had hardened all over my hands and arms. :(

Pretty much everything beyond that point is not really accessable to me. I'll have to get the details from my trustworthy friend. But for some reason I think I was subjected to some sort of water torture, missed my uncle alot, and I am as yet to find out why my pants were on backwards.

I'll be sure to post again with the full story when I get it. For now, I have a splitting headache, my mouth tastes like a football team has showered in it, and I still can't get all this bloody foam off my hands. >:(

I knew there was a very good reason I did not drink these past 13 years...


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Still Miss You Old Man

One year ago today my favorite uncle died. Still missing him.

Death sucks. :(

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