Just back from a trip out to dinner.
In Ballarat.
I’ll explain tomorrow, I’m off to bed.
One Last Time
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.
Where’s Musics New Order?
This Is My Set Of Keys
This week Daniel shows us his set of keys.
Click on mine to go to flickr for my notes.
Here are my keys :
The Emperor Has No Clothes
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.
Pre-Dawn Bunny Hunt
Just how early was Phee up looking for her eggs this morning?
Bags Not Me
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.
And It Was Good Night From Him
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.
Wow, What Was That?
You may have noticed how speedily this post appeared. I know I did ’cause I’ve just had a 300% increase in my net speed – for the same price I was paying before. Thanks to that wonderful ISP Netspace I’m now surfing at 1500k instead of that slow poke 512. I celebrated by BitTorrenting two episodes of Deadwood in under an hour.
And now the moment you have all been waiting for.
The official launch of the Tony Malloy Memorial (!) Footy Tipping Competition for 2005. Featuring the ugliest trophy in the history of footy tipping it will no doubt be keenly fought out this year, with all three previous winners desperate not to win the bloody thing again to get the trophy back you will have to be top of your game to walk away with the prize this year.
And as for the twist I mentioned?
The last four rounds will be blind.
The results will be read out Brownlow style (stunning red dresses and supermodel girlfriends optional) at this years Grand Final bbq. International winners must be here to collect the prize or invite us over for a week to drop it off.
There are six places left in this prestigious competition so if you want to be part of it head on over to footytips.com.au, join up and the join the “Tony’s Tipping” competition. Not knowing anything about our fine game is probably an advantage.
Love Is The Message
Who says love has no limits?
