October 2007 Archives
And so finally, the number one memory from the Currarong trip. All I remember was that it was pretty late in the evening, and I was firmly in couch potato mode (a mode which I rarely switch off) watching TV while the other three members of the unit of fun were preparing for bed. Well, at leat that was what I thought. Apparently only 2/3rds of the other members of the unit were preparing for bed, and the remaining 1/3rd was preparing a little surprise of his own.
Now any good Mother will often tell you that they know that their children are behaving when they can hear all hell breaking loose. It is always those moments when the children go deathly quiet that mothers know their children are smearing themselves in vasoline, covering their younger sister head to toe in vegimite, or standing in the corner heaving and soiling themselves. Of course, none of that is from personal experience.
But an absence of sound spells 'trouble' to mothers. To fathers on the other hand, the absence of noise spells a chance to watch the entire game without interruption. It doesn't matter that your son has now jammed his head between the bars of the cot, as long as the little bugger doesn't make any noise until half time.
I know all this about children and noise, and so alarm bells should have started ringing when I noticed one person wander silently to the kitchen, get something from the drawer, and return silently to the bathroom. I must confess that when I first saw it my initial thought was 'oh, he is way more constipated than I realise', but in retrospect I should have been onto him faster.
It doesn't matter that your son has now jammed his head between the bars of the cot, as long as the little bugger doesn't make any noise until half time.
Not that his plan affected me in any way... not directly at least. You see, he spent his time in the bathroom with scissors cutting the bristles off a particular Bert Newton impersonators toothbrush. Not cutting it right back to the head mind you, but down to halfway. You can see in the pic the un-named person and myself standing with the cut toothbrush, and a normal toothbrush for comparison... as you can see, he is covering his face in a vain attempt to remain annonymous. You can also see the cut down toothbrush.
Now, the new sawn off toothbrush was put back into the toiletries kit, and nothing more was said of the matter. But around midnight, the silence of the darkness was broken, a voice echoed out into the night... "WHAT THE HELL??". Almost as soon as that voice subsided, laughter rang out from the various rooms in the unit.
Now, while I said his prank didn't directly effect me, the unfortunate side effect of this was that I was held accountable for the prank, and as such MY toothbrush was vandalised with toenail clippers. Mind you, I didn't care and kept using my toothbrush for a few weeks afterwards, despite knowing the proximities of both toothbrush and nail clippers.
Interestingly, we did decide to vandalise the toothbrush of the un-named person... but couldn't find it. Because he DIDN'T HAVE ONE. Who doesn't have a toothbrush? Let me tell you who...
Someone who doesn't value their teeth. Someone who drives utes and shoots guns... someone like a bogan.
So, seeing as though it has been over a whole month between shots of Tequila and LOS goodness, I figure it is high time for a little recap. We were in the middle of the 'Currarong 5' series, as well as the top 5 random Currarong moments.
To refresh your memory (if you don't just want to go back and re-read them), they were...
Currarong Moment No:5
A certain 'Dr Punjabi' somewhere out there in Australia looked at the clock one Friday afternoon, packed up his briefcase, recorded a new answering machine message, and locked up his practice for the weekend. Only problem was, he left MY mobile phone number on the message, rather than his own...
Well done Doctor. It's ok, we understand you don't deal with numbers in your job... we think that whole dishing out the correct quantities of medicine thing is totally over-rated too.
Currarong Moment No:4
Josh and his nuts. Really, it is funnier than it sounds. Just trust me on this one and read the post again...
Yeah, we had a crazy time with our fruit and nuts down the south coast...
Currarong Moment No:3
The elephant seal saga. The less I say about this the better.
...really, go read the post. And see the pictures. All of them.
Currarong Moment No:2
Burning down the house...
So now that the recap is done... prepare for tomorrow the top memory of the Currarong trip finally arrives at LOS.
Don't even act like it isn't true. I know the truth, and like Britney Spears dosed up on crack, covered in rashes and tearing around L.A. with her baby at the wheel, well... lets just say the truth isn't pretty, and no amount of makeup, money, or mental help can fix it.
The important thing is that I am back, and LOS is also back. It has been over a month since I last posted, mostly because those inbred self medicating idiots over at spiderhosts.net somehow managed to kill a large number of servers without realising it. Thankfully they backed up the servers and reset them... unfortunately they didn't install the operating systems on the servers that my site backend required to function and add new posts.
So after downloading and backing up my site, finding a new host, and installing a brand new backend (and I'm not talking about my J Lo booty either) I had to reconfigure all my templates to work with the new system... and heck, if you are rebuilding, why not go for a slightly bigger boobie size different look? I mean, isn't that what Pamela Anderson did? And her results were awesome.
So my site isn't quite at the 'awesome' stage yet. But it does use silicon chips to operate, so that kinda make LOS and Pamela Anderson bossom buddies right? Ok, maybe not... but it does have a new look, a few new bits and pieces, and will also have a few new features added over the next few weeks.
So really, to sum it up, LOS has changed, and will evolve some more... in a nutshell though, it's good to be back.
