Numbered Key Soccer

We were at Penguin Markets yesterday morning which is the largest undercover markets in Tasmania. While I was walking around I found this -



It's World Cup Soccer Game aka Numbered Key Soccer! I used to have one as a kid or someone I knew had one and it was ace. It even came with it's original but slightly tattered box. It's pretty ace but Ris thinks it smells like anus and playing by myself is kinda retarded so for now it will sit there.

I tried searching for it on teh Google but nothing came up, except for a quaint Hungarian game called "Button Soccer" I don't really get it but I think it's like fusball for poor people.

I also tried searching on teh Ebizzle but again nothing. I bought it for $10, do you reckon I paid too much?

Cows Cop It

Driving home from Dinner on Saturday night we saw some police cars ahead. We were about halfway between Ulverstone and Penguin at the time.

As we slowed down I saw a big black shape lying on the median strip but it was too dark to be able to tell properly. As we moved forward there were these massive stains on the road and big wet bits. It was kinda gross.

The police cars were closer at this stage and as we got closer, pulled up on the embankment there was a yellow sports car with the front of it crumpled right up. It seems as though a dozen cows had gotten loose and made it onto the highway. The sports car must've been going at at least 110km when it hit the cows as it was pretty rooted.

We waited on the road as the police herded the cows along the embankment. It was pretty funny shit really. The only photo I got to take was this one below of the lights and the cop telling everyone what had happened. Kinda lame but at least I have the memory.



We were waved along after about 10 minutes and as we were lead car Dad decided to drive at about 70km/hr just in case there were any rogue cows ready to pounce. We formed a convoy of about 12 cars down the highway as no one was game enough to overtake us.

For the cows that lost their lives on Saturday night, let us have a moonutes silence.

Back from the Deep South

Did you miss me?

A lot happened and then again a lot didn't happen. For example, I landed and met the parents and as we were walking to the car park some one kicked in the side paneling of a taxi and then ran inside the terminal. Bizarre. It was good seeing the parentals to an extent but they don't shut up and it gets tiring. They do this crazy double team thing on you where one will talk non-stop for 45 mins and then they'll sub out and the other one will then talk to you for 45 mins. I felt like poop on Saturday purely because they'd worn me out with their non stop talking.

Anyways, it was nice. Highlights were fishing on Good Friday using dried out, fat congealed mackerel as bait. These things were that dessicated and oily they'd fall apart as soon as you put the hook in them. It was like trying to fish with a dried out anchovy fillet. We gave up after about 3 or 4 casts.

Low points were feeling like crap for most of Saturday.

Thanks Mum and Dad!

Gay Fish

via IDLYITW

I guess you have to see the whole episode to put it in context but it's still pretty funny. While the song does sound kinda Kanyesque there are definitely undertones of T-Payne in there too.

Manu is my Homeboy

Possibly the greatest shirt ever. It's from Mr Vintage which, I'm led to believe are a NZ shirt and clothing company.

Their product blurb reads thusly:

Manu Vatuvei MENS t-shirt

Standing at 189cm and weighing in at a whopping 112kg; it’s not just giant winger Manu Vatuvei’s imposing figure that’s endeared him to warriors fans all over New Zealand. It’s his champion smile, his infectious enthusiasm for the game, and his mental toughness to not only overcome all the critics but to bowl them over as easily as he does opponents on the way to the line – he epitomises everything the Warriors stand for, and we’ve decided to honour his contribution to the Warriors with this neat little t-shirt. Go the Warriors!!

This tee is black with a white print. It's a real beast. Our newly custom designed mens tees are 100% super soft combed cotton, pre-shrunk to minimise shrinkage, lightweight and side-seamed for that tailored cut.

It's at the bargain price of $20.36 AUD. Get one now for a prime injection of 100% Polynesian beef.

Leaving on a Jet Plane

I'm off to Tasmania today. I'm blogging when I should be packing not that you care.

I'm flying Virgin Blue who were a stack cheaper that Jet Star aka Death Star and they have a handy reminder service these days, let me explain.

I was sitting around at work yesterday when I saw an email pop up. Intrigued I opened it. It was from Virgin Blue. It was a reminder that my flight left in 24 hours and should I desire, I could check in online and sort my shiz out right then and there. Ace! I did and moved myself up to seat 8C. Seeing as I'm travelling solo and have carry on baggage only, I thought I might take an aisle seat to allow for speedy departure and quick access. Also I read if you sit at the back of the plane, you breathe in the stale farts of everyone in front of you and the contents of someones bowels in my lungs is something I could do without.

Alright!

Debt Collector

My friend is a debt collector. I wonder what kind of debt he collects. I wonder whether or not he has special albums he keeps his debt in.

I wonder if his debt is like Pokemon where he has to collect them all. If it is I hope he has a special Pikachu debt which chose him especially.

Easter Gif

I got this on the bottom of an email today.



It looks like a bunny eating a turd. Inappropriate.

Happy Easter!

D'Arcy Quits

From SMH.com

Not too surprising I guess especially after he collapsed a team mates face with a king hit. I've only mentioned swimming once before and that was a Stephanie Rice post so you may find his mention odd and you'd be right.

The only reason I mention him is because I was sorting through a backlog of poems for our Art Gallery Drop yesterday and found the following poem entitled Punch On!

Enjoy.

Punch On

Punch, punch, punch your face
Punching’s so much fun
But if Nick D’Arcy’s drunk in town
Then you had better run

Little Nick he qualified
He went out for a drink
Little did he know that he’d
End up in the clink

Settled in with his mates
For cocktails at the Loft
And punched poor Simon Cowley
And broke his palette soft

Now Nick D’Arcy’s facing Jail
Maybe 10 or so years
Such a hefty price to pay
For one too many beers

It’s not the first time he’s punched on
He’s punched an Iron man
He punched and punched into his face
Now it’s dented like a can

So what’s the future hold for Nick
It’s something worth a think
The only punching Nick will get
Is from Inmates up his stink

Punch, punch, punch your face
Punching’s so much fun
But if Nick D’Arcy’s drunk in town
Then you had better run

Hey Hey Hey!

I was going through my LA photos again and remembered this.

When I was in LA we wandered into a novelty store of sorts and I saw this.



It’s a Fat Albert Doll. I got one when I was younger and loved that little fucker. In our racially charged times though, he was white. I didn’t mind. One day he disappeared. My dad had given him away along with a stack of my other toys and Little Golden books. It still makes me sad to this day.