Anthony Malloy

Most days at work I devote 0.1% of my brain power for the last 5 minutes to deciding what I’ll play on the iPod on the way home. As I finish up the last emails, post the last updates, run the last queries, straighten my notes I’ll do a mental scroll through my music collection (funny, now thanks allofmp3.com I can’t say ‘CD collection’) and come up with the days travelling music.

Today I’d decided on The Tragically Hip‘s ‘Phantom Power‘. I haven’t listened to it in ages, and it brings back great memories of a holiday that seems a lifetime ago now. I was humming along in my head as I walked to the car, unlocked the door, sat down and flicked on the pod only to realise I’d left the transmitter sitting on my desk at home.

So I drove home in silence, cursing my forgetfulness and regretting the waste of brain power that went in to deciding what I couldn’t listen to.

From the local butcher’s window…

Time for that vegie burger.

The BBC have just announced the replacement for Christopher Eccelston as Dr Who. His name is David Tennant.

What they should have done is got Neil Tennant. Now that would have been interesting, travelling the galaxy with the scowling Mr Lowe by his side creating sublime dance masterpieces anywhere in time and space. He’s got plenty of loud costumes already and a fine line in dark knowing irony. I’d watch it.

This morning we dropped Phee off at Woofa Camp, a camp run by the Western Bulldogs where kids spend two days at the club, go to a game, meet the players, sleep in the club change rooms and do lots of footy related things.

Now, as you would expect, most of the families dropping kids off this morning were proud Bulldog supporters and all the kids were in their Doggie jumpers. It just so happens that today the Doggies play my team, the Tigers so I pulled on a Richmond t-shirt (see phone camera pic) this morning in preparation for the game. I’d never felt so scared. 60 odd Bulldog supporters standing, staring at me in my Tiger t-shirt. I spent most of the time cowering behind Rae. Surely they wouldn’t gang up on a Tiger wimp hiding behind a pregnant Bulldog supporter? One guy walked over and commented on how brave I was being, I’m not sure if it was in awe of my courage or if he was incredulous at my stupidity.

All was going well until we were about to leave when a little voice piped up “Dad, you’re embarrassing me. Take off that t-shirt.”

And that, my friends, is why I’m glad Phee is away for two days.

I’ve changed this blog’s, and Albert’s (we’re pregnant by the way, if you’re joining us late), RSS feed to show the full post, not the extract. I should have done it ages ago but after using a different blogging system for a while I was fixated on finding a setting for the RSS feeds in Moveable Type when all I had to do was change the RSS template. Silly me.

Almost as much as I dislike vandals.

(As seen on my Flickr page – www.flickr.com/photos/awmalloy/)

I tried to steal a car today. Admittedly it was an accident but I’m wondering if I’ve missed my calling.

I walked down to the basement car park, through the door, pushed the unlock-dovalacky for the twentieth time since entering the car park (one day a different car will respond, I know it will) and heard the clunk. I walked up, pulled the handle and nothing. Tugged again. Nothing. That’s funny, I don’t remember having tinted glass on my windows. That’s when someone walked by and asked me what was up and I had to admit I was trying to steal this car, instead of my near identical one one bay over.

And while I’m admitting my criminal past I should apologise to the resident of Mooroopna who would have left the pub one night to find their 1992 model Mitsubishi Magna open. We’d gone up home for my sister’s then boyfriend’s, now husband’s, birthday party. I drove mum and dad over to the pub, we stayed for a while and when we left it was belting down rain, serious get-the-ark-ready type stuff. We ran for the car, head down and jackets pulled up. Stupid key, it wouldn’t work just when you needed it to but eventually I got the driver’s side door open and leant across to open the passenger door. That’s funny, I don’t remember being a smoker. I think it was mum who said “I didn’t think this was your car when you started to open it”. To this day I’m positive I left that door unlocked as we ran to my car, where the key worked first time and there were no cigarettes on the dash.

After

325 Days
15 Games
60 Quarters

WE WON A GAME!!!!!!!!

I could even remember the words to our song.

And to celebrate here’s a crappy phone picture.

Go the mighty Tiges!

(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.