People are From Mars and Googlers are From a Dark Place

It has been resisted.
and by damn
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I have been a good boy.

I have never posted my search word results.
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I was saving that till I had a bloody brilliant collection (which I will still do when i have time to go through the list)

but as I ambled through the place tonight, i thought I'd dash off a quick post and on the way here looked over my stats to find that if you google 'Pasha Bulka friday failed' I am the number one search result.

RESULT, I'm famous, or at least a legend in my own lunchtime.
That being said, of course I'm the number one search for traces of nuts evan mad medley come to think. But I'll have my moment of glory one day.

to continue the post lets finish with another choice searches that led the unsespecting to me (bastards didn't stay long, what is wrong with foreigners!!!!?)

How to wash hairs with beers
swallow my nuts (naturally!)
The welsh name for celery (WTF?)
Used snitary pads (ditto)
Traces of Koalas (cause that's always a worry of mine!)
and the person wanting to find a picture of a 'lechy nut' I hope its the kind you eat....I mean really the vegitable kind, cause i'm not sure I'm willing to go that far!

a poor lazy post, but I laughed, and that's a brilliant outcome.

may something strong carry you through the weekend, preferably a strong bevvie!

Mumbles

I think I'll let those undies hang there a while. I've grown quite attached.nfact tomorrow will be yellow undies day.

my real reason is I have nothing to post at the moment, and had little time to visit anyone, sorry chaps.

Monday night: Meeting
Tuesday night: work late
Wed night: Pand T night
Thursday Night: goodbye brother to cambodia for a spell
Friday: out with the lads
Sat: out with the lads
Sun: family get together
Monday: Visiting the Southern highlands for four days

Breath....sooooo, I'll do my best to stuble in the door drunk and verbally discharge onto the keyboard.

happy days

My 'fast' Undies

If anyone becomes a teacher don't do the following will you?

Saunter into a school hall on Parent and Teacher Interview Night with your fly wide open.

But...if you feel the compulsion, maybe rethink the favourite yellow underpants. they tend clash with the dark grey suit highlighting your package.

As an aside, I dod my 'What type of...are you?' rubbish. In this case What type of soul are you. I'm sure they are all so very on the mark whatever answer I picked, but it was fun reading it. I'm also sure no one else would read these on blogs (I usually ignore them) but hey:

You Are a Dreaming Soul
Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world. So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time

You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult.

You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.

Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.

Doing a Pasha

The latest Aussie slang word is:

Doing a PASHA

A pash used to mean a heavy sucky kiss. Now, thanks to the heavy coal ship, The 'Pasha Bulka' beached on the Nobby Headland at Newcastle after the recent cyclonic storms, "doing a Pasha" means to just "hang around"

They are seriously never gunna move this thing.

Wish me luck, 130k winds tonight, 90k will rip the tiles off your roof. At these speeds I'll be left with me undies in shreds.

Eating Out

To satisfy another promise I made, I need to spend this post chatting to you about my favourite restaurants. Thanks Anonymum for the meme thing.

I'm going to cheat of course, I rarely feel the need to get out of my own gourmet kitchen. Why spend when I delight in creating my own scrumptious feasts?

However when I do i try to visit the following:

The Cockney Grub House, Ilford, Essex

Ok not exactly a local haunt but it's Sunday, it's wet and it's raining. Today is the type of day me and the flatmates would take off up the road for a cheap roast and a jellied eel and foggot (still not sure what that was) so if you are ever in the Essex district, pop in and you may just meet a Pearly King and Queen.

I really don't eat out too often, If I had my pick of local places I would'nt pass up the Woolwich Pier Hotel just west of the Harbour. Recent reviews start thus:

The first thing that strikes you about the Woolwich Pier Hotel is the serenity
of the street outside. Bird calls and the rustling of bounteous trees are about
the only din.

I like this place cause of the huge old fashioned varanda, massive beer
garden, open fire place and comfy chairs. View of the harbour is cool
too.

Well, other than that there's the macca's down the road.

Gotta dash, my dinner's ready!

Tempest

I'll be off for a few days with night time work meetings so best dash off a quick one now.

Things have been a bit inclement here weather wise. This happened a few K's up the road from my mum and Dad's. Tragically a bloke my age, his partner, two kids under 3 and a 9 year old boy perished as their car was plunged into what used to be a trickle of water but had turned into a torrent.

My mother said she had not seen wind like it since our days up north in cyclone season. I believe her, while visiting for the Queen's Birthday holiday I snapped this across from their house.

A walk on the beach revealed, well, not much beach

No more walkies on the beach for the puppy.

I would have loved to have seen the waves that carried the sand away.

Ferry services had to stop.

One ferry station/ dock actually sank into the harbour

All exciting, i love storms, I don't like hearing these apartments creeking though

It seems to have settled down a bit now. Children are running around Sydney town asking what the water was doing falling from the sky. it appears we are finally getting our La Nina.

Well, I'm off to test drive some restaurants for my next post.

You'd have to be a Luddite, or blind not to have been subjected to the dirge that passes for chain emails these days. At first I thought the sentiment was OK. No harm in a poem about friendships, love and lifting spirits. i received one a little like that last night. It was pretty sweet and thought provoking.


But naturally you get the 'pass this on for good luck to 5 people' sort of deal. that's OK, I may forward it to a few people. But when did they become so bloody negative. Now the thing last night focused squarely on the horrible, gory death I'd be subjected to if I didn't. What took the cake was the fact that in the short history of this letter people had even died not because they didn't pass it on, but because they didn't have enough friends to pass it on the required amount! look at this:

Take Katie Robinson She received this poem and being the believer that she
was she sent it to a few of her friends but didn't have enough e-mail addresses
to send out the full 5 that you must. Three days later, Katie went
to a masquerade ball. Later that night when she left to get to her car, she was
killed in that spot by a hit-and-run drunk driver.

Yeah, see poor squashed Katie presumably sat at a computer alone, dutifully did her chain email duty, got her self run over, policeman investigated her home computer (the first port of call for hit and run drunk driver incidences for investigative officers naturally) and the coroner closes the case as death by lack of email correspondence. I suppose the drunk driver was innocently a pawn in the whole mystical cursed email affair and was let off Scott free.




To the bloke that was run over by an 18 wheeler because his friend failed to pass it on. Oh I seeeee, so if something happens to you that could be classed as a misfortune, chances are one of your friends probably got a chain letter at some point in their lives and failed to pass it on. There is no hope for mankind as we clearly have no control over our destiny.



How do these pixels that masquerade as chain emails get their mystical power anyway? is there some witch doctor available to sprinkle pigs blood and spices over the original mail before the evil sender clicks send? I looked in the yellow pages but couldn't find 'Discount chain email curse services' anywhere. I'm seriously thinking that, in my down time, I might construct one myself with the most gory, horrific death or misfortune I can possibly whip up.

Stand By Me

The mad woman from number two has made the day her own...again.

I got a phone call, let it go to the machine. "Can you get down here now?"

I waited 5 minutes and crept to the door. ready to sneak down and out to get the paper.

Only, she's at the door as I opened it...in a wetsuit.

A wetsuit she had poured herself into and couldn't get out of. I had to peel her out since I apparently had prior experience zipping her up into her post op bandage suit after the tummy tuck.

10 minutes later she was back at my door in another wetsuit she had poured herself into and couldn't get out of.

I'm stuck in a horror film- by my reckoning one from the mid 80's