Fuck Yeah!

So we've been in Johanesburg for a day and a half, all really jet lagged, with not much of a story to tell of our travels so far.
We watched day 1 and 2 of the Boxing Day test from our friends house in Sydney. Things we're not going well for South Africa... We left early to get to the airport, and boarded the plane before day 3 started.
Silence from the cockpit, which is usually very good at giving cricket scores. We arrive at around 3 pm CAT, and ask my dad's aunt and uncle the score, expecting to hear it was all over, Graham Smith humiliated at the hands of Ponting once more. But no, the new boy JP Duminy, and the Tail ender Dale Steyn had saved the day and we were now ahead.
We wake early yesterday, thanks to jet lag and faithfully head to the television to see the Ausies get bowled out leaving a miniscule total for us to chase down.
We arose this morning to wittness what is speculated to be the one of the defining moments in South African sporting history. No South African team has ever beaten Australia in a test series in Australia. The significance of this goes far beyond sports trivia, and a likely rise of South African cricketing dominance. It affects the country in a way that EVEN Australians may not fully understand.
And I'm going to get to talking about that when I get down to Durban.
Gotta fly.

Merry Christmas, Happy Solstice, Raucus Celebrations and a Petrifying Hogswatch

A treat from Terry Pratchett's: Hogfather, Merry Christmas and keep blogging.
Love you all.

Leg

The Cortisone injection appears to have worked. My leg still hurts, but the level of pain is back down to what it was 2 years ago. I can run again, although not very far. I'm not using a cane and I'm excited to be getting going on my epic voyage back to the Rambo-Nation, with limited levels of agony. I'm sure it sounds weird, but I feel I can be myself again. I'm already considering which sport I'm going to train for in 2009. I'm going to be getting my fitness levels back up with the help of my personal trainer-cousin (who shall in future be referred to on this blog as Tony) over the next 2 months, and will hopefully return to Tasmania as a revitalized young stud. (Obviously the stud part is wishful thinking, but you never know.)

In other news, I've discovered quite a clever young chap around the "blogosphere" who is doing a fantastic job of political ranting on an almost daily basis, and is pretty good at the comedic animations. He is also running for President in 2016 (Well, kinda.) check out Zaphod at commonliberties and Zaphodforpresident.

I probably won't post until X-mas, as I doubt I'll have time before then.
L8r n00b5

A Man's Gotta Do

I can't say I'm proud. I just lied to someone I care about. Made her angry with that lie. Made her angrier on purpose. Made her most likely despise me for a long while. All to make life simpler after I made the mistake of telling the truth at a bad time.

I think I must have been about 12 the first time I ever told a lie. I can't remember what it was, but it was tiny and still I felt awful. I used to make it a point to always tell the truth. In everything. If I heard someone make a mistake, I would correct them, because that was, in my mind, the right thing to do.

This pisses people off. I couldn't understand why. It took being told again and again that people don't like to be corrected all the time before I stopped. I still don't understand why. I don't mind. What's right is right. Truth is truth . It's taken a lot of practice to get to the point where I can lie about my feelings. I almost didn't when I had to. And right now I really want to take it back and tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
But the truth is confusing.
The truth hurts... Everyone.

I'm good at lying. I'm very convincing when I tell people the reason I limp is because I was shot. But I'll normally go back and tell them the truth when the joke is over. I can't allow for misinformation.

So this was hard for me. I told a lie that had to be told. Maybe, one day, when enough time has passed for it to be a joke, I'll correct that mistake.

Monster

For me to wake

wires and storms

to charge my sewn up shell

a monster made

of skin and bone

Send me straight to hell

I'm so Alive

I'm so Alive

I'm so Fucking Alive

(Its awake, its alive)

RUN!

Chase me away

am I not like you

RUN!

Aren't I just like you

But in pieces

BURN!

Stakes, knives and pitchforks

(Roar)

All it would take

A bolt of lightning

All I can take

Another stake to the heart

I'm so Alive

I'm so Alive

I'm Just as Fucking Alive

(Its coming Back to get us)

RUN

AWAY

FROM

ME

(Roar)

All it would take

swing of my fist

All you can take

Just a little bit

You're so fucking dead.

Post

In about a week I'm going to be flying up to the big Syd (as absolutely no one calls Sydney, because it's ridiculous.) I'm going to be spending Christmas up there, celebrating Catholicism's most loved excuse to get drunk: The Baby Jesus. After which, I'm shall travel on a perilous Qantas flight to Johannesburg, where I will celebrate being related to people who I haven't seen in 4 years. Onwards south again to the great city of eTekhwini, or- known to those who aren't so PC they have reserved a place in the 8th ring of hell (see Satan's Ass)- Durban, where I shall insist on partying in the New Year like never before... Which won't be hard because I've only ever actually bothered with New Year's partying once and that wasn't too hard at all.
Anyway, I'm going to be documenting the trip back to South Africa in all it's gory detail's possibly including all the gory details... I just need to remember my blogger password.

Later.