Hot. Hat. Hel.

Mmmmmm, 39 degrees today. I forgot what it was like to step outside and just bake in the sun with the breeze straight-from-the-oven hot. Time to invest in a hat.
Okay, time to wear the one I've got.
Tomorrow will be back to sane, can-go-outside-during-the-day temperatures and Thursday, concrete-day, will be back up in hotland but relatively mild at 31.
Oh, they're pouring concrete on Thursday, concrete-day, and to share a bit of Christmas cheer we put some tinsel on the trees in front of our block. We're sharing it with the neighbours because I doubt anyone else will go near it this week. I figure I'm safer in a pessimistic bent than a puppydog trusting one because that way, when I'm surprised I get to go "Wow, I got that one wrong" instead of "Oh for crying out loud, I thought this time you'd get it right!" (or words to that effect but a bit more violent and funny)

Speaking of funny we listened to some mindwash radio tonight. They were lecturing on how the earth is around 6000 years old and made in 6 days and the meek will inherit it and meek means willing to learn and that God's will is for people to go forth and understand his creation and science is evil and not fact. I'd rebut that but I don't have to, they already have.
Goodnight.

This is Australi-uh-uuh!

This is my take on the Sydney riots. I have another floating in the wings, but I'm really slow with that and, uh, I asked Andrew to draw it for me. Better, stronger, faster indeed.
How God-damned embarrassing. This is my country. This isn't L.A.. This isn't France. This is Australia, where people are supposed to be friendly. Rough, but friendly. Now we've got dipshits smuggling drugs through S.E. Asia (Oh noes! I didn't want to hurt anybody!), a government stroking GWB's inside thigh, Intelligent Design under debate and bloody racists inciting drunken mobs of angry, bored and stupid prats into smashing cars and knifing people!
The only thing John Howard can say at the East Asian summit to the accusation that Aussies are racist drug smugglers is, "And they're FAT TOO".

Sorry, this evening Glen = Angry.

Oh, and Tookie's dead. Glad murder is still legal somewhere.

Set!

Hokay.
I've got this all set up now. There's my blog, for weirdness and strangendipity. There's also LuckMonkey.blogspot.com which is for less-weird stuff like photos and news. I'm now logging in as RacketSamurai (the username 'RocketSamurai' was taken by someone who obviously has good taste) and I post as, well, me. Glen Pearce. Felcity now takes over LuckMonkey and posts as Felicity Pearce.
Except, the posts before today on luckmonkey are credited to Felicity even though I wrote them. Weird

Anyway, this pic here is the styrofoam wafflepods on the block. That was Friday and they hope to pour on Monday. We'll see.

Experiment!

In an effort to confuse simple systems and in an effort to provide flexibility and space to small and unchanging things, I have created RocketSamurai to hold my stuff and am leaving LuckMonkey to Felicity. Well, leaving it for Felicity to post stuff that she wants people in Japan to read.
Okay, this is where I can keep a looser grip on straightforwardness and sense. loser? no. wrong.

The eventual outcome of this will probably be that I'll post to both, Felicity will post very rarely and in great detail to the later and neither blog will contain anything like a dynamic life snapshot or stream of conciousness and both will contain confusing stuff. And close-up pics of snails.

Why the hell is webdings a selectable font?

Here's the Good Ol' Boys with bows and arrows.(Raf, Andrew, Glen(me) and Hugh)