Pre-Emptive Strike!

Thanks to the power of my cunning mind I have managed to secure the first-post position between Felicity's and my sites! Also, Felicity asked me to post to hers while she did the dishes. Cunning!
Here, below, you can see that they have built the rib-cage of the house. Soon the rest of the spine will be constructed and then we can attach the brain.
For those in the know, I've built the brain out of discarded longjohns I collected from my year ten ski trip. It takes a long time for it to ferment and get the cerebral folding look going.
This all is heading toward our special form of home automation - the zombie frankenhouse. (I've decided not to put a twelve year old boy in a tube and get him to pilot it. I just don't have cool enough glasses for that.)
I mentioned to Steve today that News Weathercasters must be really getting off on all the superlatives they've been getting to use on TV recently. 'Biggest Hurricane Season since Records Began', 'Hottest Year since Records Began', 'Wettest Spring since Records Began'. It must have been an awesome year when they started keeping records. Maybe that's it. Maybe this one year was just SO awesome that all these guys went 'Right, that's it. I'm keeping records of temperature, rainfall and, like, everything from now on so I have some goddamn evidence when I'm a shriveled up old codger claiming that not only was it hotter back when I was a boy, the wind was ten times stronger than what we call hurricanes and the air was so humid we had to use our gills. Some didn't have gills so we had to cut our own. With our own teeth.'

Weakly Update

Man, what can I say? I've even detected a slackness in my own posts without external advice! I've gotten so slack that I forgot I was only post the 'small' thumbnails of the following pictures.
In the theme of slackness, enjoy my photos:

I took the photo on the left whilst on a race with Andrew down Sheok road. The bushfires in Victoria had put enough smoke into the atmosphere it actually reached the sun itself. At the bottom you can see the force-field of the sun punching the smoke, making for an awesome sunset. We won the race after blowing up all of the other cars on all of the roads in Australia. If your car blew up that day, it was because I did it.

From here I am trusting the power of "preview" that this will format correctly on your machine. I can pretty much guarantee that it will be more screwed up on a portable device(say, like a PSP) than it is right here in the blogger editor, but the preview says it's good and it's more qualified than me to comment. It also plays a mean game of tennis and if you don't believe me, go look at the men's finals for the Australian Open. Roger Federer is, in fact, my hand. And my hand has been programmed by the blogger team after a bet I won, but we won't go into that. Picture on the left shows the progress by the carpenters (Luckily it doesn't show the progress by the guys making our secret weapon or I'd have to hunt you all down and kill your family and cut out your tongues. Yes, you have two. Didn't you notice?)

dfbdfbdfb (I often put little scribbles of text in place of my future awesome prose to see what the formatting is like and to encode, in code, the basic feelings that I wish to convey. The scribble here, next to the cat, says, 'This is my cat and, as sure as he has claws, I will convey his awesomness' -I often think like that. And, since this is inside a parenthesis, I need to use some other designation to denote an aside comment. In this case a dash.

I wrote a entry on it being hot. Since then it has been truly hot and I haven't bitched about it one bit. I sweated and sweated and failed to sleep. Without airconditioning the only thing I could do was enter a state of "kell noh reeem" which is cream with a 'hell no' shoved into it. Nikko here can be seen beating the hEAT. omg i'VE ENTERED 1337 MODE!! kNOW F34r!!)

*The spell checker thought "airconditioning" should be "Argonauts"!!!! So do I!

Lacklustreness

This is a short post.
No photos, stories, nothing.
I won't even bother having a point.

Time Travel!

HA!
I have figured out how to post blog entries Back in Time! If you'll notice, the date should say January 17. The amazing thing is this - I wrote and published it on the 21st of January!
The time travel thing works like this: I start the machine on January 17, I then leave it running and arrange to hide in a cubicle, I then stay away from the timeline and try not to interfere with any quasi-future events. Then, at the end of the reversable time-segment, January 21, I return to the machine and post incredible details on the net of the events of that week... Events that have yet to occur! The post then appears on the machine when it was originally turned on, is sent via the internet and posted on this site for all too see! (except for me. I'll be hiding in a cubicle, locked off from the world*) The Future is written on a blog!
Now, here is the list of Future Events (dot-pointed for her pleasure)

• Linda will give birth to a GIRL! Skyla! Congratulations!
  
• We will have wood delivered on the block!
• The carpenters will come and put up some of the frame!
• Osama bin Laden will offer the US a truce! (and a shiny dollar coin!)

Wow! I can't wait!

Here's some pictures!



*for the Ghost who walks.

Remiss

Just in case this is the only thing you bother reading, and I haven't already posted some words to this effect here before and just plain forgotten, here's a news flash. We have a slab of concrete. It has been good weather for it to cure in.
and, wait for it, here's a picture.

Notice the grey swirly things in the midground? Notice the expanse of concrete just aching for a frame and some gods-damned bricks damn soon or it's going to be on the hunt for blood? While they were pouring the concrete, part of the slab that had dried got so pissed off that they were taking their time it totally kicked one of them in the face! All of the weeds and blackberries on the block can be seen cowering in the foreground and the styrofoam that once was blowing around everyone's backyards can been seen huddling in an orderly fashion on the right.
Notice there's no sun? uh-huh. That's right. While I've been writing this, Felicity has written TWO blog entries. (Her first and second)

Another late night. Great.

Dead

Shambling masses arrange themselves grid-wise. When the signal is passed to their fleeting consciousness these formless spawn fill themselves with the dark energy flowing in the streets and stand forth, corporeal and block the light. Above them, a patchwork sky stands static, a mosaic of stained-glass windows, colouring the world for observers above. The crowd of millions shuffle and form new shapes. Each one performing their task. But in this crowd of millions are the dead ones. They stand deaf to the commands given them. They stay unchanging when the call to stay the light in course comes. They stand unchanged when the call to move away comes. Sometimes that stand alone, sometimes in groups.
They are dead.
They are corpses standing among the living.
They are zombies.

My PSP has two. Andrews' has Twelve. Because it's nigh impossible to determine if they are hot, stuck or dead, it is not as easy as saying, 'I have a dead pixel, give me a new PSP.'
So I am still hoping that it's just a stuck one. Wipeout Pure still rocks very hard. It also lets you download expansion packs.

Ego Yuppie Techno Wank

The ultimate in ego yuppie techno wank is:

• Reading your own blog wirelessly on your psp while sipping your latte at the wireless hotspot whilst wearing your $250 sunglasses on top of your head so the polarised lenses don't block out the high-quality TFT screen.

Or is it;

• Posting to your blog doing the same?

PSPs rock. Mine is currently sitting in the cupboard cycling through colours in an attempt to cure the dead pixel it's had since it was found. Wipeout Pure is the embodiment of awesomeness and is exactly the same as the wet dream the creators had when they came up with the concept. The only thing that could be conceivably better would be to have an actual FX300 racing league and for me to be a driver and be a secret agent fighting bad guys in space with light sabers and hot chicks. Sweeet!
It's 2006! Quakes and tribulations arrive! Wasn't there a movie called year of the dog? Well this is it!

Who cares? It's a cool picture!

I've totally forgotten the rant I came up with on the way to the car. Just image that I'm giving that rant and that it totally owns and doesn't even make sense or anything and then about a week later something weird happens and you go wow, that shite was totally right! How did he Know???