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I survived the following : 72 hours without email (barely), a 33.3k dial up connection, too much food (again), too much drink (again), hot Shepparton summer days (had forgotten how hot they can be, as I always do), laying under a tree for an entire afternoon, sitting around reading and chatting to family, hearing more stories from dad (I find I can’t get enough of them as I grow older) and a nasty cold.

Now I’m home. The cats are in, there’s Pepsi in the fridge, my gal is here next to me and our own bed awaits. All is well.

Early morning.
Excited child.
Loads of presents.
Too much food.
Too much to drink.
Getting sun burnt testing out Phee’s toys.
High Society on DVD.
Snooze in the afternoon.
Some family today, some tomorrow.

Merry Christmas one and all. I’m going to sleep now, see you in a few days.

Christmas Eve and I just got my first present.

Rae, the wonder woman, has found me a copy of the Star Wars Christmas Special, complete with ads from the 1970’s. I am in heaven. I had such vague memories of this crime against science fiction and it’s terrifying how spot on most of them are.

I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

It’s here, I’m happy. My passport to 17 Tiger games for 2004 arrived today, as did Rob’s. Now all we have to do is wait. March can’t arrive quickly enough.

And, if you’re a supporter and not a member – go sign up.

The dance of the demonic candy canes, now terrorising small children in a drive way near us.

What does it say about you when the owners of your favourite coffee haunt are going to the trouble of giving you a set of keys so you can still go and make a proper coffee even though the caf? is shut and they are half a state away on holiday?

I kid you not.

Idiot Neighbour Child #2 likes to tune up the sub woofer in his car. Every week. Normally it’s just thumping music, hard to tell exactly what because the volume is so loud any substance is distorted to doof doof doof by the time it’s shaking our walls.

Well, today we found out what this bass slammin’ head banging day-glo safety vest wearing Neanderthal impersonator has as his music of choice.

John Farnham.

We’re a little confused.

You’ve probably read me rave about Tom and John, the commentators on CKNW who call each Canucks game. They’re a major reason I became addicted to this sport.

Today they lost it. Tom makes a small slip of the tongue, holds it together for 30 seconds as he finishes his first key to the game and then they can’t help themselves.

Listen to the extract – Windows Media 9, 780kb.

You can find more in the Shorty and Tom Gallery.

I bagged me a new Tigers supporter today.

Poor Andy, came to me at work to discuss an idea for a project. He’s only just moved here from England so we got to chatting about cultural differences and football, naturally, came up. Seeing my chance I asked if he’d been dragged in to someones fold yet and he hadn’t.

Right, that’s what you call an instant supporter. He was sent off with the address of the club web site, an explanation of the scoring system and promise of more info to come.

I’m so proud of me, he didn’t have a chance and now we have one more supporter. You’ve got to get them any way you can, fair means or foul, especially when you’re Richmond. I’m just hoping he doesn’t do as well in the footy tipping as some other Englishman I know.

Corporate mumbo-jumbo speak has permeated the hallowed halls of Tigerland. You know that once sports people start talking corporate there is no hope.

Here’s what they said :

Strategically the club is aiming to leverage brand equity through reward and recognition, a program that has been received most positively by our members

Here’s what they mean:

“People appreciated being given stuff for signing on or staying as members.”

Time to get real Tigers or soon no ammount of ‘brand leveraging‘ or any other catchy new age marketing buzz word will save you.