Thank fuck we don't have middens*

Yep. Thank fuck.

Cos my midden would confuse the fuck out of latter year archaeologists:

Latter Year Archaeologist 1 Ooh. Look at this. He was a vegetarian.

Latter Year Archaeologist 2 No he wasn't - I've got the entire skeletons of three completely different animals here and the formation suggests that they were disposed of in a 6.75 hour period.

LYA1: No way.

LYA2: Yes way. It looks like he was a great hunter too - some of these things come from all over the world. Didn't drink that much though, judging by the 16 cases of this wine staff that seem to be around

LYA1: But the formation suggests...

LYA2: Ah yes. 6.75 hours.



Yeah. Me. Busy as fuck. Given that I lose weight when I work like this and I exercise to balance out the stress, I can EAT WHATEVER I WANT.

ALL.

THE.

TIME.

This is a massive change in comparison to normal as I can also DRINK WHATEVER I WANT ALL THE TIME and not get hangovers. Someone has to soak up the wine glut and keep all those French vignerons in business.

Unfortunately I'm also knackered. As La Pirata suggested I may be intermittently dead. Cereally. It could well be true: I slept through a fire alarm and a building evacuation last night. Wasn't the vino either. None left there.


Fun. Fun. Fun. Funnity fun.

Backdoor listings are fun. Bookshops putting Douglas Coupland in the self help section as he's used 'Nostradamus' in the title is fun.

Diving into a swarm of cuntingly devious irukandji camouflaged by wave froth is not fun.

Feeding the water dragon’s fresh from their wintry nap is fun.


So, all in all it's work now, fun soon. Suggestions possibly accepted.


* For the nuff-nuffs with no vocab.

Once was written

Steve I gotta say Thank You,
For all you've done for me.
The nights are dark and lonley,
When you're not on TV.


Except that was written about a real TV show with helicopters and guns and lots and lots of lei action and I'm referring to

So, everyone praying for the apparently annointed Steve Irwin, fuck off, leave his family alone and go back to thinking he's a twat as you did on Sunday.


Yeah. I'm well alive.