I have my suspicions on a few things for Hobart, but nothing has been confirmed yet.

Cascade! Cadbury! King Island Dairy! Cheese om nom nom nom!

Erin.
::righteous babe::

Tasmanian Chocolate Fudge made with King Island Dairy cream... OMNOMNOM!!!

You probably don't need it at all, but if you need an unbiased eye to look over any applications (particularly APS ones) or your resume, just PM me & I'll send you my email addy & I'm happy to help out - 10 years of APS interviewing & staring at selection criteria has given me one or two skills in that area...

G'luck!

Thanks for that, we'll see how we go
(read that as expect a PM at some point )

In other news, existential quandry continues. It can be summed up with the following:

(JUST LET HIM CRASH AND BURN, HE'LL LEARN. THE ATTENTION JUST ENCOURAGES HIM)

Mark

Mark
:Still lurking:

Maaaaaatttte, gotta love the old EH!!!

I take it that Bulimba Beer was the predecessor to Vic Bitter, judging by the music?

What a classic old ad...

I think so. Here's a consumer ad which predates the sales ad above:
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I feel a little miffed at myself, but I'm a big believer in trying before bagging, so I had one of VB's new pale lagers and found it nowhere near as offensive as their flagship product. Still not a beer of choice for me though.

Now that I'm jobless, I'm going to put on a weissbier soonish. Lots more time on my hands, and with that payout there's a little less pressure at the moment.

I can just send off some résumés each afternoon. Erin's looking for work too, if she gets full-time work, then I can shift down to part-time and go to uni. Winning.

Either way, I'll occupy a job, or waste tax-payer dollars by occupying another degree.

Mark

From a simpler time when cookies came fresh from the oven, when women couldn't vote and certain people weren't allowed on golf courses:

From a time when no one would look twice as a dapper young Anglo man tore down an unsealed road at 5mph with a pint of lager dripping condensation in his lap.

"I'm shorry offisher, really. I wash jusht too drunk to walk!"

Mark

I love the web:


Mark

Serious bit:
Well, things are getting real. I've been jobless for just over a week now, my final payout has been deposited, I've paid all of the outstandings, and I could pay out the loan totally if I wanted to. I'm getting ready to buy my textbooks and a nifty little carry case for my laptop and notpads. Might have to get a new pair of safety glasses, all that jazz.

Madness.

More serious bit:
KICK YOUR VALENTINE IN THE CROTCH AND STEAL ALL THE BEANS! IF YOU DON'T THEN THE ZOMBIES OF PROMENADES QUEENS PAST WILL ENSLAVE THE PRESIDENT OF ROMÂNIA AND BRING DOWN THE VALUE OF THE FTSE!

Mark
ead serious all the time:

Everyone is fat and drunk to some degree. We start at a degree of zero and only go upwards from there.

Skinny? Tought tit, you're still fat. Know what? I'm skinny too, underweight to some degree. But I've got a fat belly. And I'm actually less healthy than some of the fatter people I know.

Does that make me less happy? No. Want to know a real pet peeve? That a thread about adipose tissue gets more mention than it really deserves. Bollocks.

Mark

I wish I would receive a $30K cheque in the mail (that didn't dishonour) and then in a few weeks I could go to China and learn Kung Fu in a mountain forest...

But alas, I'll probably have to settle for chasing Yokai just north of Yokohama.

But sub Yokai for pints of Guinness and Yokohama for Melbourne.

Mark

And another thing: if calling someone else a doucebag, or simply a douche, is perfectly acceptable banter on this board, I will begin calling people with whom I disagree "semen stains" or "cum stains", or perhaps I'll go back to the old early 90's throwback of "test tube baby" as an insult.

Mark

I've always liked dickwad as my epithet of choice...

There was a band called Peter and the Test Tube Babies once upon a time. Back in the mists of time that was punk.

OMG I just googled them and they have really dropped down to an all time low in my minds eye. They're from Peacehaven! That's one of the retirement towns on the south coast of England, the sort of place you have to die to move out of.

Oh, wait... yeah... it's dead. As soon as autotune was introduced... well, Millencolin might have been the beginning of the endtimes.

Then again, there will always be fine memories. I know I've posted the promo version of this song, but here it is again for Shi(r)ts and giggles:


But who were TISM? Watch this for reference:


Mark

Is that you (the first one)? Either way, cool track!

I saw him convulsive throes
I said I'll have one of those!

Still one of my favorites on my playlist...

Another throwback (mild) punk favorites of mine I'd Big Audio Dynamite, but I also listen to the old school SexPistols, the Clash - note the linkage to BAD- and a few more obscure ones. Long live Punk!!!

Heheh, no, no. Not me at all. I think it was Klaus Flaubert (unless he's the one who died, I can't recall which one it was).

The DC3 is the brainchild of one of the guys from TISM who went off and got involved in ROOT! afterwards.

Ahh well, I wish I could have done that song, I suppose I should write something one day. Busy with science at the moment.

Here's another classic for the Melburnians (I didn't get the references before I moved here).


Mark

Johnny waqs a chemist's son,
But Johnny is no more,
What Johnny thought was H₂O,
Was H₂SO₄.

There was a man from Nantucket...

and I better stop there, donchathink?

He had a chicken so feathery he'd pluck it?
He got so mad at his phone he would chuck it?
He didn't believe in preparation, he'd luck it?
He found a big oyster and proceeded to shuck it?
When an item was thrown at him, he'd duck it?

I'm dying to know!
Mark

If there was a mess in the stall, he'd muck it?
If his bed was unmade, he'd tuck it?
If he rode on a bull, he'd buck it?
If Helena with Lysander he saw, he'd Puck it?

I remember, as a child, living in small towns and having to travel to a larger town/city for various matters. What I recall most about these trips was the pre-journey jaunt to stock up on in-car snacks. These were somewhat of a necessity, being that it was a 2.5 hour car drive to the larger town and another 2 hours on the the city.

One of the repeated treats was this bag of colourful pop-corn, coated in a rainbow of candied sugar. Today I am sitting in front of the computer, post-poning my homework, eating some butter popcorn from a bag. It is savoury, but there's this sweet sort of tang about it that sent me spiraling back to a time when my sister would assert that I was left on the doorstep by Gypsies, or possibly Vulcans on account of my exceptionally pointed ears.

Some times we also got rolls of strong mints from service stations in the middle of nowhere. Seriously, these service stations were like something out of that bit in Terminator 2 when Sarah, John and Arnie-bot all go to New Mexico, or Nevada, or Baja California (I'm unsure which). Dry grass patches and dry air under a cloudless sky, and a screen door that just won't latch as it's blown in the dry wind. Seriously, the unlatched screen door seems to be a requisite of any small town.

I suppose I really should get to work.

Mark

Today's image comes packed behind a spoiler due to coarse language I just couldn't be buggered editing out. Nothing in the shape of a penis today...

Spoiler: Show


Today is dim and feggin' cold for an Autumnal day. My tropical blood just isn't coping. On the plus side, I have icy hands and feet that, while I can't actually feel how cold, I can use to shock Erin when in bed.

I've got a week off university, so I'm spending it surrounded by papers I should have completed weeks ago, lab guides and textbooks and I think there are some homework sheets I should have thrown out already.

I've done twenty minutes of study now, I've earned three hours of internet. BYE!

Mark

OMG, have these people heard of Google or do they think that Titanic is some presidents name?

That must be the reason they never looked it up, right? They just don't ever google politicians!

Please tell me this is the case because a big fat dildo would have been less shocking and I'm very glad this was put in a spoiler.

edit, You had to post this just as I finished my wine didn't ya... Now what am I gonna do? Blank it out?