Anthony Malloy

No doubt you’ve all seen the pics going around of cats dressed up in hats and things. Well, the Japanese company that makes a range of cats clothes has their english site up and running.

The whole phenomenon makes a lot more sense after reading their explanation.

1. You need to dress a cat. And you will say to a cat together with a family. “It has changed just for a moment”. [ ‘It being very dear’ or ] You will pass pleasant one time.

2. If a family and a cat become fortunate, you will take a commemorative photo! Therefore, please photo your cat lovelily with much trouble.

3. If it finishes taking a photograph, you will make it remove clothes from a cat immediately. You will say then, without forgetting the language of gratitude to a cat. ‘– be flooded — a way — good — having done one’s best — ! — “

I know you’re all bursting to get your own cat clobber so rush on over to The Tailor of a cat CAT PRIN

Mieko, they need your translating skills.

This feels good, I’ve found a home for Belter’s (what’s up with the name?) brother. One less kitten being abused, one more happy family.

Warm and fuzzies at last on a very grumpy day.

I hate it when someone steals my stuff without asking.

‘Filmboy’ has linked to my pic in a comment he posted; no asking, no acknolwedgment, just using my bandwidth.

Man I’m grumpy today.

Girlfriend yelling and kicking in her sleep.
Cat waking up to the yelling and then meowing.
Other cat waking up and walking over bed.
Cats running through house.
Waiting to hear the idiot neighbour start his car. For two hours.
The idiot neighbour’s car alarm going ‘beep beep’.
The idiot neighbour’s car stereo going ‘doof doof doof’.
The idiot neighbour’s car going ‘grumble grumble grumble’ down the drive.
Child coughing, then practising her coughing to make sure she got it right.
Girlfriend huffing ’cause I woke her by yelling at coughing child.
The bloody radio going off.

I’ve had about five hours sleep and three hours huddling under the doona wishing sleep upon me whilst waiting for more noise.

I pity anyone who asks me to do anything for them today.

If you’re a true Dr Who fan then you’ll know about Shada – the missing Tom Baker story, penned by the brilliant Douglas Adams, from 1979.

The BBC have done an amazing job and are presenting the story on the Dr Who web site – told using Flash, or audio only in Real Audio format, it’s a very impressive job. You’ll need a broadband connection to get the most out of it but for real fans it’s pure gold.

Congratulations to the powers-that-be who approved this project. We followers of the good Doctor thank you.

If the title of this entry meant anything to you and you have a Nokia phone then rejoice.

You can get the Dr Who theme as your ring tone at www.timelord.co.uk. All you need is the ability to compose ring tones on your phone – the info is all there.

And if the title didn’t mean anything then you may as well start here.

Everybody meet Cat. Cat, meet everybody. Cat was rescued from a house where several kittens had been badly treated, one so much so she had to be put down. She doesn’t have a name yet – the previous owners just called her ‘f*****n idiot’ – and we’re waiting until one becomes obvious. She’s a little skittish but making herself at home, having already decided that my side of the bed is the side to sleep on.

Tom is nonplussed. Cat was doing the growl and hiss thing so Tom just walked up, sniffed her head and trotted off to eat. What a guy.

UPDATE

I forgot Rae, she’s actually family member #5.

We spent the weekend in Shepparton visiting the family. Little did I know that a secret held by my father for all of his adult life would come tumbling out, sending the assembled family members in to a tail spin of disbelief, and for me, relief.

We were talking about how we came to barrack for the footy teams we did. Mum was because she holidayed with a friend in St Kilda when she was young, Rae because she was born in to the tradition and Dad was because a mate of his in the army was one-eyed Collingwood and took him along to matches during the war, so Dad has had the supreme misfortune of being a Collingwood supporter for over 60 years.

Mum was busy retelling the story of how my Grandfather saved my soul and decreed I would follow The Mighty Tigers, as he had trained with them prior to joining the army, when Dad stirred in his seat.

“Son.” he said, “it’s time I told you a secret that I’ve never told anyone before.”

We all stopped, astonished that Dad had chosen now to reveal ‘it’, whatever it may be. A pin dropped in the kitchen and we all heard it.

“When I was a boy the only team I thought worth following was Richmond.”

No one spoke. We were stunned. Dad. A Tiger supporter.

I almost cried. All I could say was “Dad, it’s not too late. We will take you back.”

Dad just smiled. I know it’s because he was happy we all knew now and the weight had been lifted. He’s not a Maggie, he’s a Tiger at heart, and that means more to me than I could ever say.

I need discipline. Not the whips and chains variety (although…nevermind) but internal discipline.

I had the day off today so I thought great, I’ll actually get ahead in my work, get some sites ready so the content can just be slotted in when it arrives. Great idea that.

I managed to go for coffee, buy a present for my dad (happy birthday dad), watch half of Minority Report (buy @ amazon | imdb), a bargain I picked up today for only $21 from K-Mart, do two loads of clothes, burn more music on to my PC, play with the cat, put away washing and IM with Rae at work.

Such a productive day.

Come on now, children of the 70’s, sing along

(Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here?s the Rubber Duck, you got a copy
on me Pigpen? C?mon.)
(Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure. By golly it?s clean clear to
Flagtown. C?mon.)
(Yeah, that?s a big ten-four there Pigpen. Yeah, we definitely got the
front door good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a
convoy)

It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth pullin logs
Cab over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin hogs
We?s headed for bear on eye-one-oh
About a mile outta Shakeytown
I says ?Pigpen, this here?s the Rubber Duck
And I?m about to put the hammer down?

Coz we got a little ol? convoy rockin? thru the night
Yeah we got a little ol? convoy aint she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy aint nothin? gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin? convoy ?cross the USA
Convoy__

(Ah, breaker, Pigpen this here?s the Duck an? you wanna back off on
them hogs?)
(Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so)
(Ten roger, them hogs is gettin’ IN-tense up here)

By the time we got into Tulsa town we had 85 trucks in all
But they?s a roadblock up on the cloverleaf
And them bears ?s wall to wall
Yeah them smokeys ?s thick as bugs on a bumper
They even had a bear in the air
I says ?Callin? all trucks, this here?s the Duck
We about to go a-huntin? bear?

Coz we got a great big convoy rockin? thru the night
Yeah we got a great big convoy aint she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy aint nothin? gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin? convoy ?cross the USA
Convoy__

(Ah, you want to give me a ten-nine on that Pigpen?)
(Ah, negatory Pigpen, you?re still too close. Yeah them hogs is startin?
to close up my sinuses. Mercy?s sakes you better back off another ten)

Well we rolled up Interstate Forty-Four
Like a rocket sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left ?em sittin? on the scales
By the time we hit that Shi town
Them bears was a-gettin’ smart
They bought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois National Guard

There?s armoured cars and tanks and jeeps
An? rigs of ev?ry size
Yeah them chicken coops was full of bears
And choppers filled the skies
Well we shot the line
We went for broke
With a thousand screaming trucks
And eleven longhaired friends of Jesus
In a chartreuse microbus

(Ah, Rubber Duck, this ?s Sodbuster. C?mon here?)
(Yeah, ten-four Sodbuster. Listen, ya wanna put that microbus in
behind that suicide jockey?)
(Yeah he?s haulin? dynamite and he needs all the help he can get)

Well we laid a strip for the Jersey shore
Prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn?t have a doggone dime
I says ?Pigpen this here?s the Rubber Duck
We just aint gonna pay no toll?
So we crashed the gate doin? ninety-eight
I says ?Let them truckers roll, ten-four?

Coz we got a mighty convoy rockin? thru the night
Yeah we got a mighty convoy aint she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy aint nothin? gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin? convoy ?cross the USA
Convoy__

(Ah, ten-four Pigpen. What?s your twenty? OMAHA? Well they oughta
know what to do with them hogs out there, for sure. Well mercy sakes
good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, so keep your thumbs off
your glass and the bears off your fucken tail. We?ll catch you on the
flip-flop. This here?s the Rubber Duck on the side. We gone. ?bye ?bye.)