Another day, another dollar. Well, not really. I don’t work.

Went for a quick drive, and I mean a quick drive, up Mt Glorious first thing this morning with my dad in the toy car. That’ll wake you up of a… well, mid-morning. I was allowed to drive it back down the mountain. I’m not sure, but it may be the first time I’ve driven it since that fateful night…oohhhhh 6 years ago now?…. when I was driving it to a party, as you do when hoping your dad’s sweet ride is going to make you ‘cool’.

So I’m in the Westfield (pictured zipster), friend in his dad’s Mercury Cougar (American beast) and we’re travelling in a sedate fashion, observing and adhering to all applicable road rules, when acrid smell and white smoke begin to emanate from beneath the dash. Long story short, electrical fire was narrowly averted but the wiring harness, from one of the headlights back to the dash, was opened like a pizza sub. The wires inside looking much like melted cheese. Not so cool.

From memory that was the last time I drove the Westfield. I’m not sure, but if it was, it makes for a slightly better story. Although I think it’s lost some of the ‘hey, look at me!’ appeal (or maybe I’ve lost that), it will still be nice to be able to take it out every now and then. Carries a little more punch than the 82 Corolla , that’s for sure. That’s an old and dodgy picture of the Westfield, but you’ll all cope.

Yesterday was Anzac Day, with the public holiday today. I didn’t go to the parade this year, so instead I’ve got some pictures from last year… Pretty slack, I know.

Another day comes to an end. Played soccer today. That went well.

Hopefully I’ll stay awake for the whole Liverpool-ManUnited game that starts at midnight.

I’m in the process of procrastinating about several assessments and this blog is testament to that. At this stage I’ve spent a gob of time working on it (and the offshoots you can link to from the left). It’s enjoyable though.

A friend went to the podiatrist the other day and found out she has tinea, and it’s nasty. There, I said it. She has ‘her’ story. This, is mine…

‘Apparently’ she got it from me, although I have no foot dandruff, am not sloughing skin from between my toes and have no horrible odour wafting from my feet, strong and pungent at a distance up to four feet. My friend, on the other hand, does.

Of course, having insisted it was ‘my’ feet from whence this offensive odour had spread, she refused to believe it was not. Finally, after we finished watching some DVD together the other night, throughout which I had mentioned I could, and would rather prefer not to, smell her feet from aforementioned four feet away, she demanded proof she was the culprit. How was this proof to be gained? Why, by having one of the offending feet presented for my smelling, of course!

And so, Milose….sorry. And so, in the dirty murk of the darkened room, late at night as I stood to leave, I bent for an obligatory smell of the proffered foot, convinced already this was one of the two culprits who had assaulted my senses.

And assaulted I was. The darkened room masked my attacker, but as I leaned forward, her violent stench took me by surprise. I stumbled. I tipped. Suddenly two foul toes clawed at my nose while a third tried to push past my upper lip so as to gain entry into my mouth (it was just like in Alien I tell you!). I was nearly overcome, but bravely struggled to my feet, spitting and gagging and screamed, “It IS your bloody feet!!! Agghlleghh! pthah!”

At this point I will admit, I jumped around like… well, like I would if a large huntsman (5-6″ spider for you Americans) had just run up my pants. Then I went and washed my nose and mouth until I bled. No I didn’t. Come to think of it…I didn’t wash my face at all after this traumatic episode. Oh, that’s right, I licked my lips. No, I didn’t do that either… even to think it is wrong, and yet I have. I think I just walked away in shock.

It should come as no surpise that I’ve taken to wearing thongs (flip-flops for you Americans) in the shower. I don’t want the Angel of Foot-Death coming knocking on my door.

Good timing – Liverpool-ManU about to kick off. Cairn the Reds!

I’ve just spent…who knows how much time…cleaning my keyboard. Yes, that’s right, I took off every key on the keyboard, cleaned them to remove any of those sweat&dirt-smudge buildups, and put them back on.

Slightly obsessive compuslive, I realise, but I noticed some ‘dust’ under the keys and what I noticed was fairly significant. Once I had finished popping off the keys and chasing them across the floor, the piles of hair, dead skin cells, bits of food and unidentified objects was quite impressive, I really should have taken a picture of it.

The fun part is when I tell you that this is a second hand keyboard from the newspaper where I did work experience in Jan/Feb, where it spent an unknown number of years collecting lunch scraps, hairs and trace elements of all the nasty things people touch… and not just any nasty people, but journalists… I shudder at the thought. haha, no offence Charlesworth! :)

Today I went and sat in the courts to get my journalism story that I have to write by next Monday. Great action! Not really, but the drug-addled defendant had an amusing ramble about ‘thanks for letting me off lightly’ while the judge was trying to explain his probation and community service order to him.

Actually, I’ve noticed in my court visits the judges are quite sympathetic to offenders when sentencing them, commenting that the harshest sentence would likely do more harm than good… kudos to you Judges who are looking for the best in people.

I’m actually going to write something related to media as well!! go figure.

I love The Australian’s ‘Editor’ section on the weekend, which covers editorial pieces from all over the globe and editorial cartoons (from Israel, Canada, Jordan and France last week). Although I don’t think they put any of this stuff specifically up on their website, so no direct link for you.

Another good part of the site is a whole raft of links for those interested in international news. Some of the links don’t work (like Kuwait Times) but it doesn’t take too much to figure it out. My link there is the ‘fixed’ one.

Anyway, enough of that, there was actually some stuff written in last week’s Editor that I was interested in talking about some-some. I’ll put that in a new post.

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