Category: Diary

(If you’ve got a large screen, click for a bigger pic.)

When I come back I want to come back as a cat that’s looked after by Rae.

(And there’s a couple more of our boy at our Flickr set, The Cats.)

Jay Schultz, you are an idiot.

Not only to yourself, drinking on your probationary license and speeding at twice the speed limit is just idiotic, you have cost the club, my club, your club, half a million dollars at time when we are struggling to stay in the competition on so many levels.

Wake up Tigerland. You are not gods, your are football players. And not very good ones at that.

Just back from a trip out to dinner.

In Ballarat.

I’ll explain tomorrow, I’m off to bed.

Despite the Village web site being brought down by the dark side, or possibly an overload of 30 something geeks, and 30 minutes on hold Rae and I have our Gold Class tickets to the 9:30am screening of Star Wars Episode III – Revenge Of The Sith.

So, for the price we paid the new baby won’t have any clothes and the family will starve for a week, but who cares. This is the last time we will get to see a Star Wars film for the first time so we’re going to enjoy it.

I have the high speed internet connection.
I have the computer.
I have the iPod.
I have the money.

So why can’t I buy New Order‘s latest album in this country as a download? Come on Apple, get your act in order and give us Aussies an iTunes store.

This week Daniel shows us his set of keys.

Click on mine to go to flickr for my notes.

Here are my keys :

I’m picturing Terry Wallace sitting at his breakfast table this morning. He probably still has Hawthorn’s phone number on his phone and he is sitting there wondering why he didn’t dial that one instead of the Tigers.

Yesterday’s performance was worse than even I could have imagined. A 62 point drubbing showed just what miracles Wallace will have to perform if the Tigers are to ever be regarded with anything approaching respect again. For all his grand talk about earning respect back and showing commitment for the fans the team showed that maybe Danny Frawley was treated a more than a little unfairly. Under pressure they caved, and the initial pressure wasn’t that great. Old habits didn’t creep back to the fore, they came barrelling along like a steam train.

By half time any shred of hope in the Tiger faithful who had packed the MCG was gone, ground into the grass of the stadium under the boots of a Geelong side that toyed with our new boys, our mid level players and the experienced hands who should have been leading the new way by example.

I left five minutes in to three quarter time and we were home by the end of the game. Thankfully 774 cut Terry Wallace’s press conference off after two questions. It was a mercy killing that should have been extended to the team.

I know it’s only the first game, that things can turn around, but at the moment that bend in the road seems a long, long way away.

UPDATE

The only good thing from the game – I got to try out the camera in my new phone. Not a bad result for such a tiny camera. Here’s part of the 50,000 odd Tiger crowd who won’t bother showing up next week.

Just how early was Phee up looking for her eggs this morning?

Rae fed Thomas the leftovers from our yummy butter chicken.

There’s no way on god’s earth I’m cleaning the kitty litter tomorrow morning.

It was 7:30 on Friday nights, ABC (Channel 2 in Shepparton) and Dad and I watched it religiously. Of course I now realise I only got the single part of all the double entendres but I can still remember Charley Farly, The Worm That Turned, the news items and the monologue in the chair.

Yes, I’m talking about The Two Ronnies, messrs Barker and Corbett formed a large part of my childhood and a comedy bond between me and my dad. Today Rae bought me a great book, oddly enough called The Two Ronnies, that contains many of their classic sketches. So tonight I’m turning off the PC, grabbing a comfy spot on the couch and having a good laugh and great remember.