There was a guy wearing a dress and a funny hat down at the Regatta handing out australian citizenships the other day, so I stood in line and got one. The highlight of the day was free champagne and sandwiches. Apparently, I made the TV news as well.
In my crappy share house I installed a vegie garden on a 20 degree hill with the help of Mr. Dave, a builder of some repute. Unfortunately, we did not foresee how popular these vegies would be to the local wildlife and the little bastards ate everything. Well I love Australian native animals as much as the next guy. Especially when they are minced and formed into gourmet BBQ burgers. What pisses me off is that to protect what amounts to $15 in produce after a 5 month growing period, I am expected to spend even more time and material to keep out animals which I would much rather prefer to eat instead of the handful of beans and spinach I will get out of this crop. I would be better off just leaving the garden as bait in which to catch and kill the hopping BBQ burgers. When I suggested this, many people were shocked and offended that I suggest eating native wildlife! It is just assumed that if you want to do something “sustainable” like grow your own food, it must be more expensive and unwieldy, ecologically ideal, and somehow more ethical than any existing method of food production. These negative comments all came from people happy to go buy plastic-packaged-factory-processed cow meat from safeway. Somehow you fail in food production if you are not a PC organic/animal-loving/hippy. The big problem is that critics(by and large people who DO NOT grow any of their own food)have this huge pretense about "sustainability" and if any aspect of their ideal is failed, it somehow justifies not doing anything. Basically the whole gardening exercise was boring as fuck. The bin diving has been very good, thankfully. However, a group of crazy pig-farmers smashed out the windows of some friends of a friends car while at the local bin. Apparently the pig farmers were defending their turf. Weird shit.
I am staying at this share house determined to finish my degree at UTAS. Soon after the semester started I fell badly while at a party doing some drunken party tricks. This has been a common theme in my life.
However, in this case the injury was diagnosed as a stener lesion. Basically this does not heal without surgery. So I had to get surgery to reconnect my thumbs UCL to the rest of my hand. This was a bad thing with a silver lining. After a week of school I was totally fed up with it and would have dropped out if not for being a cripple. So I was forced to finish the semester and I ended up getting decent grades.
Another good thing about the injury was my new found interest in sobriety. This is by far the worse injury I ever had. Lucky me.
After getting the stitches out, I started hanging out on my new Big Red board. This thing kicks ass!
I tried Jedi’s Beastmaker last night and I know I am new at this training thing but I reckon I get more out of Big Red. I never thought training would be this much fun! Well next Saturday is the time to test out this new found hanging strength.
I got surgery on March 10th So it will be about three months this Saturday and I plan on getting Street Fighter 28! Yeah I know 28 is not hard but that’s about as hard as I ever climbed so Im pretty psyched for it! Sobriety and training… It is a strange life. Even my rants are starting to make sense. Weird. Its been two months or so of sobriety. I spent a month after the accident feeling sorry for myself. Now Ive found coffee! Wow! Its like the exact opposite of beer! No shit? Well, Im pretty slow on the upswing, but its never too late in this crazy world energized by the insane waste of the entire planets billion year supply of fossil fuels! Have fun out their kiddies!
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