I hope y'all ain't too disappointed...
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Just a quickie
I'm working on a lengthy post, so bear with me. Or if you would prefer to wolf with me I can handle that too. To tide you over, I've got a birdie pic. No captions, no balloons, just a pic.
I hope y'all ain't too disappointed...
I hope y'all ain't too disappointed...
Monday, April 14, 2008
Farting Cockatoo
Oh ho ho ho ho HO! I'll be very interested to what the heck sorta searches this post turns up with a title like that!
I outta get some google ads on this site. Not to take y'alls money, but just to see what sorta ads turn up when I go off on some serious and ridiculous tangents! Like when I did the Wing Wax advert post titled Underwear! That should have gotten some cool ads, eh?
Or how about when I said that no enhancements were done to this next pic? What kinda google ads do you think would have shown THAT day?
*giggle*
*snicker*
So if'n any google ads show up here, it's not cus I've sold out (unless they pay me lots of money, I'm not cheap) but it's just cus I wanna see what the spider bots think are "appropriate" ads for my text.
*ahem*
I meant to put some birdie pics in with the last post from 30 minutes ago, but, alas, I forgot. So hear (here) ya go:
I outta get some google ads on this site. Not to take y'alls money, but just to see what sorta ads turn up when I go off on some serious and ridiculous tangents! Like when I did the Wing Wax advert post titled Underwear! That should have gotten some cool ads, eh?
Or how about when I said that no enhancements were done to this next pic? What kinda google ads do you think would have shown THAT day?
*giggle*
*snicker*
So if'n any google ads show up here, it's not cus I've sold out (unless they pay me lots of money, I'm not cheap) but it's just cus I wanna see what the spider bots think are "appropriate" ads for my text.
*ahem*
I meant to put some birdie pics in with the last post from 30 minutes ago, but, alas, I forgot. So hear (here) ya go:
Jumping off the roof
Well now. I've just noticed that there's quite a few of ya out there in neverland that are perusing me wee little archives. Cool, good on ya! Hope it brightens your day and if not then tough.
I've also noticed that a few of the pics are missing... Only a couple cus I didn't put too many pics up back then, but I noticed there's on pic that is REALLY pivotal to the ensuing story.
OT Dontcha just love the fact that I know and can properly use words like perusing and ensuing? Ummmm, my high school inglisch teetchur was our next door neighboor.
Meanwhile, back at a totally useless train of thought... (mine stayed at the boarding station).
Oh yeah, I remember. There's a cool story around about a year ago, but NO picture. This particular cool story really really really REALLY needs the pic. So in order to clear up what could be construed by my new readers *waving hi to new readers* as confusion on my part (you could very well be write!), I'm giving you the pic AND the story.
Why the story too? Well, see this way I don'ts gots to post nutin today!
Ha. I joke! I'm working on a batman series with birdses which you'll like. I hope.
Anyways, here ya go. Just another story from young dave where he almost dies.
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Saturday, April 07, 2007
Watch out for that first step...
Well, well; let's find out if I can post? Hmmmm, yup, old ancient dial-up from Oz shakes hand with blogger and even lets me login this time! Wee-Hoo!
It's not that I've be purposely ignoring the blog (and I've got a great story for you), but there are many times I can't connect to any secure server in the US from here with an old dial-up account. Gee dave, why don't you get broadband? Because we live in one of the very very very very few areas in the Hills that CAN'T get it! Oh, Telstra finally offered the area wireless broadband --at a disgustingly over-inflated price and with only a 50 meg download per month before it reverts to dial-up speeds... JERKS!
I can hear you folks in the US gasping that our broadband is capped each month, you want more megs --then you PAY loads for it.
Ah well, the price I have to pay for living in a year round summer paradise with free health care for all.
Getting back to the Alaskan Dave Down Under theme, I have a story for you. It is the story of the picture a few posts ago. Here is the pic again:
Why Did The Two Idiots Jump Off The Roof?
Remember, the bloke on the left in the red jacket (John) is now a brain surgeon, and the bloke in the blue snow pants is yours truly.
It all started when myself and two friends (they were also my teaching assistants at UAF) were renting a house close to the U. The three of us had the upstairs, and the downstairs was rented by John's girlfriend and one of her lady friends.
Do I even need to bother to tell you that there were some pretty fantastic parties at that house that year? Well, there was! Hey, I can light (and keep lit) the charcoal grill when it's -52 F outside and we had 20 people over for seafood shish-kabobs. But that is another story (along with the 3 gallons of Jim O'Briens Hurricane Punch).
That winter was also one of the heaviest snowfall season that Fairbanks had seen in many a decade! Quite a few rooves (roofs) in some older houses collapsed, so did many sheds. Over at the party house, the girls couldn't see out of the downstairs windows, and you could practically step off the balcony onto the snow. John enjoyed the shovelling (he's from Alabama), but Jim and I grew up doing that crap so we let him have all the snow shovelling fun --aren't we nice?
One of the nice things about Fairbanks snow is that it is very soft and dry. Heck, you could stuff your pillow with it and it'd be softer than goose down!
Anyways, back to the story... One fine spring day in March, I was actually helping John shovel off the balcony/deck out front. As we pushed the snow off the balcony, we noticed it formed a really really nice high pile of soft snowy goodness. Being the naturally inquisitive young blokes that we were at the time, we decided to climb onto the balcony railing and jump into the pile of snow. FUN! WEE-HOO!
We soon noticed that as we extricated ourselves (ourselfs) from the pile of snow and floundered through the yard, that the snow in the yard was about SIX FEET DEEP and it was also pure, soft, pristine, powder... Our thoughts then went into overdrive as we looked at the roof at the top of the second story and then at the six feet deep powder in the yard.
Can anyone guess what came next? Let me tell you:
We got the big extension ladder from around back, leaned it up to the lowest part of the roof, and then climbed up. When we got to the roof, we quickly went right back down and grabbed shovels as the snow on the roof was over 3 feet deep. It took us the better part of an hour to shovel out a trench to get to the high part of the roof. When we looked down, we noticed the snow close to the house wasn't NEARLY as deep as the stuff in the yard --that could hurt... So we spent the next 20 mins digging out a trench of the top of the roof for a "run-up".
DOESN'T THIS SOUND LIKE FUN???!!!!??!
When we were finally ready to jump, John and I stood at the edge of the roof for A LONG TIME looking down. It's odd how when you are on the ground looking up the height doesn't seem that high... But when you are up there looking down, it's seems like you are looking off a mile high cliff.
Who should drive by, but our landlord and his wife. Yup, no joke. John and I instantly went over to a section of the roof and started shovelling snow off it in the hope that they'd figure we are doing them a great favor. Guess what? It worked! Ten minutes later they drove off.
John and I go back to the precipice...
By now, some neighborhood kids had showed up to watch (as you can tell from the photo).
John and I jumped...
Freefall...
More freefall...
FOOF!!!!!!
Whiteness everywhere, bright sky overhead, and still the feet hadn't touched the ground! WOW! FUN! HOLY SHIT LET'S DO IT AGAIN!!!! Then spend five mins "swimming/crawling" out of the post hole we each had made in the yard.
Oh, WAIT! Let's get Jim to take a picture! Jim had (wisely) decided not to partake in this pasttime, so we figured he could take a pic or two.
That's the story behind the pic. Second jump of the day off the roof. We did four more jumps each, and then we didn't trust ourselves to not hit one of the existing holes. The neighborhood kids were BEGGING us to let them jump off our roof. However, these were probably the same brats that knocked over one of our 6 foot high snow turrets we built along the driveway the week before so we didn't let them. Ha, serves em right!
So there you go, nothing broken, totally sober, and we even shovelled the roof too.
Hmmmm, that was a pretty lame story dave... anything else? Well, yeeeeeessssss...
THE NEXT DAY:
One of my buddies came over and I told him what we did. He really really really wanted to jump off the roof. But there were no safe landing areas off the side where we KNEW the lawn was bare. Buuuuuuuuuutttttttt on the other side was snow that *looked* smooth, deep, and soft. Needless to say, Al and I clambored onto the roof, shovelled out a trench to the far side of the house, and jumped. Wee-fun! In fact, we jumped a couple more times!
After the spring melt, we found out that we were landing just a foot or so away from a pile of twisted wire and picket fencing. Ooooooo, that coulda hurt --a lot. I think my guardian angel had to work extra hard that weekend. When I showed the pile of twisted wire and sharp pickets to Al a few months later, all he said was, "Wow, good thing we missed that. Wanna beer?"
I'd give you a food post today, but I just want to get this story up, so hang tight till later for more food goodiness.
cheers,
dave
I've also noticed that a few of the pics are missing... Only a couple cus I didn't put too many pics up back then, but I noticed there's on pic that is REALLY pivotal to the ensuing story.
OT Dontcha just love the fact that I know and can properly use words like perusing and ensuing? Ummmm, my high school inglisch teetchur was our next door neighboor.
Meanwhile, back at a totally useless train of thought... (mine stayed at the boarding station).
Oh yeah, I remember. There's a cool story around about a year ago, but NO picture. This particular cool story really really really REALLY needs the pic. So in order to clear up what could be construed by my new readers *waving hi to new readers* as confusion on my part (you could very well be write!), I'm giving you the pic AND the story.
Why the story too? Well, see this way I don'ts gots to post nutin today!
Ha. I joke! I'm working on a batman series with birdses which you'll like. I hope.
Anyways, here ya go. Just another story from young dave where he almost dies.
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Saturday, April 07, 2007
Watch out for that first step...
Well, well; let's find out if I can post? Hmmmm, yup, old ancient dial-up from Oz shakes hand with blogger and even lets me login this time! Wee-Hoo!
It's not that I've be purposely ignoring the blog (and I've got a great story for you), but there are many times I can't connect to any secure server in the US from here with an old dial-up account. Gee dave, why don't you get broadband? Because we live in one of the very very very very few areas in the Hills that CAN'T get it! Oh, Telstra finally offered the area wireless broadband --at a disgustingly over-inflated price and with only a 50 meg download per month before it reverts to dial-up speeds... JERKS!
I can hear you folks in the US gasping that our broadband is capped each month, you want more megs --then you PAY loads for it.
Ah well, the price I have to pay for living in a year round summer paradise with free health care for all.
Getting back to the Alaskan Dave Down Under theme, I have a story for you. It is the story of the picture a few posts ago. Here is the pic again:
Why Did The Two Idiots Jump Off The Roof?
Remember, the bloke on the left in the red jacket (John) is now a brain surgeon, and the bloke in the blue snow pants is yours truly.
It all started when myself and two friends (they were also my teaching assistants at UAF) were renting a house close to the U. The three of us had the upstairs, and the downstairs was rented by John's girlfriend and one of her lady friends.
Do I even need to bother to tell you that there were some pretty fantastic parties at that house that year? Well, there was! Hey, I can light (and keep lit) the charcoal grill when it's -52 F outside and we had 20 people over for seafood shish-kabobs. But that is another story (along with the 3 gallons of Jim O'Briens Hurricane Punch).
That winter was also one of the heaviest snowfall season that Fairbanks had seen in many a decade! Quite a few rooves (roofs) in some older houses collapsed, so did many sheds. Over at the party house, the girls couldn't see out of the downstairs windows, and you could practically step off the balcony onto the snow. John enjoyed the shovelling (he's from Alabama), but Jim and I grew up doing that crap so we let him have all the snow shovelling fun --aren't we nice?
One of the nice things about Fairbanks snow is that it is very soft and dry. Heck, you could stuff your pillow with it and it'd be softer than goose down!
Anyways, back to the story... One fine spring day in March, I was actually helping John shovel off the balcony/deck out front. As we pushed the snow off the balcony, we noticed it formed a really really nice high pile of soft snowy goodness. Being the naturally inquisitive young blokes that we were at the time, we decided to climb onto the balcony railing and jump into the pile of snow. FUN! WEE-HOO!
We soon noticed that as we extricated ourselves (ourselfs) from the pile of snow and floundered through the yard, that the snow in the yard was about SIX FEET DEEP and it was also pure, soft, pristine, powder... Our thoughts then went into overdrive as we looked at the roof at the top of the second story and then at the six feet deep powder in the yard.
Can anyone guess what came next? Let me tell you:
We got the big extension ladder from around back, leaned it up to the lowest part of the roof, and then climbed up. When we got to the roof, we quickly went right back down and grabbed shovels as the snow on the roof was over 3 feet deep. It took us the better part of an hour to shovel out a trench to get to the high part of the roof. When we looked down, we noticed the snow close to the house wasn't NEARLY as deep as the stuff in the yard --that could hurt... So we spent the next 20 mins digging out a trench of the top of the roof for a "run-up".
DOESN'T THIS SOUND LIKE FUN???!!!!??!
When we were finally ready to jump, John and I stood at the edge of the roof for A LONG TIME looking down. It's odd how when you are on the ground looking up the height doesn't seem that high... But when you are up there looking down, it's seems like you are looking off a mile high cliff.
Who should drive by, but our landlord and his wife. Yup, no joke. John and I instantly went over to a section of the roof and started shovelling snow off it in the hope that they'd figure we are doing them a great favor. Guess what? It worked! Ten minutes later they drove off.
John and I go back to the precipice...
By now, some neighborhood kids had showed up to watch (as you can tell from the photo).
John and I jumped...
Freefall...
More freefall...
FOOF!!!!!!
Whiteness everywhere, bright sky overhead, and still the feet hadn't touched the ground! WOW! FUN! HOLY SHIT LET'S DO IT AGAIN!!!! Then spend five mins "swimming/crawling" out of the post hole we each had made in the yard.
Oh, WAIT! Let's get Jim to take a picture! Jim had (wisely) decided not to partake in this pasttime, so we figured he could take a pic or two.
That's the story behind the pic. Second jump of the day off the roof. We did four more jumps each, and then we didn't trust ourselves to not hit one of the existing holes. The neighborhood kids were BEGGING us to let them jump off our roof. However, these were probably the same brats that knocked over one of our 6 foot high snow turrets we built along the driveway the week before so we didn't let them. Ha, serves em right!
So there you go, nothing broken, totally sober, and we even shovelled the roof too.
Hmmmm, that was a pretty lame story dave... anything else? Well, yeeeeeessssss...
THE NEXT DAY:
One of my buddies came over and I told him what we did. He really really really wanted to jump off the roof. But there were no safe landing areas off the side where we KNEW the lawn was bare. Buuuuuuuuuutttttttt on the other side was snow that *looked* smooth, deep, and soft. Needless to say, Al and I clambored onto the roof, shovelled out a trench to the far side of the house, and jumped. Wee-fun! In fact, we jumped a couple more times!
After the spring melt, we found out that we were landing just a foot or so away from a pile of twisted wire and picket fencing. Ooooooo, that coulda hurt --a lot. I think my guardian angel had to work extra hard that weekend. When I showed the pile of twisted wire and sharp pickets to Al a few months later, all he said was, "Wow, good thing we missed that. Wanna beer?"
I'd give you a food post today, but I just want to get this story up, so hang tight till later for more food goodiness.
cheers,
dave
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Paris-Roubaix
For those of you who aren't aware, there is a BIG bike race going on in France starting in about 30 hours (or so) from now. This race is on bikes that have the foot rests that go up and down and round and round. And the fuel is cheap too!
OT: There WILL be bird pics in this post too :) Bonus, eh?
Yup, Paris-Roubaix is being run in northern France! It's pronounced parry-roobay in case you are interested. And well, even if you aren't!
The great news is that SBS is televising it LIVE down here in Oz! Wee-hoo! The telecast on SBS (free tv, not cable!) starts at 10:10 pm sunday night local Adelaide time and runs till well after 2 am. I know I'll have my dvd harddrive going :)
See, I noticed on my poll so far that at least one of you likes the sports stuff, so I figured I could write a little sumtin' 'bout a bike race with lots of tanned guys in spandex huffing and puffing...
Speaking of tanned guys in spandex, does anyone remember the couple of pics from this years Tour Down Under I put up? If not, go have a quick squizz; I'll wait.
Ah, you're back.
Now I'm going to put up a few pics from the Hahndorf stage of the TDU. Specifically, the post race chaos as the guys were changing (!) and the teams were loading bikes up.
Well, except for this first one here of the sprint finish about 150 metres off the line.
Now we go "behind the scenes" so to speak. Specifically, the guys getting out of their team kit before heading back to the hotel.
We'll start with Cofidis, a french team.
Next up is Ag2r, another french team.
Notice anything? Well, firstly nobody cares about changing, it's really no big deal. And there aren't any folks around them asking for autographs or anything like that.
Now, I'll show you two pics of Caisse d'Epargne. They are a spanish team sponsored by a french bank.
Firstly, they have really cool looking bikes!
And secondly, they have really cool looking fans!
The same bevy of babes was at the team presentation too. Several of the Caisse riders just HAD to stop and chat with their "fans" after their presentation in Glenelg.
Well, that's enough about cycling for now, I hope you all enjoy watching Paris-Roubaix. I certainly will.
And here's a couple of purdy burdy pics I promised:
OT: There WILL be bird pics in this post too :) Bonus, eh?
Yup, Paris-Roubaix is being run in northern France! It's pronounced parry-roobay in case you are interested. And well, even if you aren't!
The great news is that SBS is televising it LIVE down here in Oz! Wee-hoo! The telecast on SBS (free tv, not cable!) starts at 10:10 pm sunday night local Adelaide time and runs till well after 2 am. I know I'll have my dvd harddrive going :)
See, I noticed on my poll so far that at least one of you likes the sports stuff, so I figured I could write a little sumtin' 'bout a bike race with lots of tanned guys in spandex huffing and puffing...
Speaking of tanned guys in spandex, does anyone remember the couple of pics from this years Tour Down Under I put up? If not, go have a quick squizz; I'll wait.
Ah, you're back.
Now I'm going to put up a few pics from the Hahndorf stage of the TDU. Specifically, the post race chaos as the guys were changing (!) and the teams were loading bikes up.
Well, except for this first one here of the sprint finish about 150 metres off the line.
Now we go "behind the scenes" so to speak. Specifically, the guys getting out of their team kit before heading back to the hotel.
We'll start with Cofidis, a french team.
Next up is Ag2r, another french team.
Notice anything? Well, firstly nobody cares about changing, it's really no big deal. And there aren't any folks around them asking for autographs or anything like that.
Now, I'll show you two pics of Caisse d'Epargne. They are a spanish team sponsored by a french bank.
Firstly, they have really cool looking bikes!
And secondly, they have really cool looking fans!
The same bevy of babes was at the team presentation too. Several of the Caisse riders just HAD to stop and chat with their "fans" after their presentation in Glenelg.
Well, that's enough about cycling for now, I hope you all enjoy watching Paris-Roubaix. I certainly will.
And here's a couple of purdy burdy pics I promised:
Friday, April 11, 2008
Interlude
Y'all 'member how them long movies back in the day had intermissions? Well sure, of course you do! This is something like that...
I'm busy getting dinner ready for the clan so I can't (w)ri(gh)t(e) the post I want to, but let me give you some foreshadowing: Big bike race, feeding people cheaply, lady at grocery checkout, how to make a really cool chess table, food from Fiji, birds, and anything else I care to write!
But for today, here's some birdie pics and perhaps a few funny captions.
One more thing... nobody's voting! Come one folks, tell me what you want! Ahem... The 2 votes so far are both from the clan house, and I have two more computers to use --which I will be doing. I'd like to think I'd end up with more than just the four votes though. Please tell me why you're here!
Wait a sec... for the person in Greenville, NC, USA who is looking for traditional Fijian recipes (yes, you found my miti and hope you like it. Heck I like it.) feel free to ask for anything from that region, no worries! Mango, coconut, pineapple, pork, prawns, octopus, preserves, fish, marmalades, etc. You name it (and if it's south pacific) I can make it. I'll even tell ya how. Heck, I can even tell you which tree the narcotic/hallucinogenic kava, or yaqona, is made from AND how to make it easily. Aren't I just a helpful bloke?
To keep you entertained during this interlude, here's some birdie pics. I've not put any captions on, so you can leave a caption in the comment section. Or not.
I'm busy getting dinner ready for the clan so I can't (w)ri(gh)t(e) the post I want to, but let me give you some foreshadowing: Big bike race, feeding people cheaply, lady at grocery checkout, how to make a really cool chess table, food from Fiji, birds, and anything else I care to write!
But for today, here's some birdie pics and perhaps a few funny captions.
One more thing... nobody's voting! Come one folks, tell me what you want! Ahem... The 2 votes so far are both from the clan house, and I have two more computers to use --which I will be doing. I'd like to think I'd end up with more than just the four votes though. Please tell me why you're here!
Wait a sec... for the person in Greenville, NC, USA who is looking for traditional Fijian recipes (yes, you found my miti and hope you like it. Heck I like it.) feel free to ask for anything from that region, no worries! Mango, coconut, pineapple, pork, prawns, octopus, preserves, fish, marmalades, etc. You name it (and if it's south pacific) I can make it. I'll even tell ya how. Heck, I can even tell you which tree the narcotic/hallucinogenic kava, or yaqona, is made from AND how to make it easily. Aren't I just a helpful bloke?
To keep you entertained during this interlude, here's some birdie pics. I've not put any captions on, so you can leave a caption in the comment section. Or not.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Birds and a poll
I've got some more bird pics for you today. Aren't you so lucky?
But first! I have a poll going. See, just have a squizz over to your left and you'll see it just under the koala pic. You can mark as many as you want, no worries. I'm giving y'all 21 days (that's 3 weeks or 5.75% of a year) to vote. I figure this way it'll give all my new readers (Hi new readers! *waving*) time to go through a few archives.
Does this mean that any category on the poll that doesn't get any votes will be gone from this here blog? Hell, no! I just kinda wanna get an idea of what everyone likes to see.
I won't go into any data analysis, no standard deviation (I'm NOT a standard deviant!), no bell curves, none of that crap that I learned in a couple of stats classes back at ole UAF. Why not? Well, frankly (and johnly) I've forgotten it! So I'd need to go online and do a bit a research about statistical analysis... Ummmmm, you all have noticed the "lazy" is one of my labels? Ahem, 'nuff said, eh?
Alright, here's your bird pics.
Anyone remember Sesame Street? I used to watch it when I was little. Remember when you had to pick something out that was different from the rest? There was even a little jingle that went with it! I guess it musta had something to do with pattern matching or something like that. This pic reminded me of that.
Go on! Try to guess which one is different!
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
Was that one too hard for you? Sheesh, c'mon 4 year olds play this game! Here, I'll give you an easier one and perhaps you can work up to the 4 year old level later:
Careful now, don't strain your brain thinking!
I'll have you know this: No airbrushing or other enhancements were done to this shot:
The birdses actually DO hang out in trees, not just my feeder and brick wall. Here's proof:
'Ave a rippin' arvo, mate!
But first! I have a poll going. See, just have a squizz over to your left and you'll see it just under the koala pic. You can mark as many as you want, no worries. I'm giving y'all 21 days (that's 3 weeks or 5.75% of a year) to vote. I figure this way it'll give all my new readers (Hi new readers! *waving*) time to go through a few archives.
Does this mean that any category on the poll that doesn't get any votes will be gone from this here blog? Hell, no! I just kinda wanna get an idea of what everyone likes to see.
I won't go into any data analysis, no standard deviation (I'm NOT a standard deviant!), no bell curves, none of that crap that I learned in a couple of stats classes back at ole UAF. Why not? Well, frankly (and johnly) I've forgotten it! So I'd need to go online and do a bit a research about statistical analysis... Ummmmm, you all have noticed the "lazy" is one of my labels? Ahem, 'nuff said, eh?
Alright, here's your bird pics.
Anyone remember Sesame Street? I used to watch it when I was little. Remember when you had to pick something out that was different from the rest? There was even a little jingle that went with it! I guess it musta had something to do with pattern matching or something like that. This pic reminded me of that.
Go on! Try to guess which one is different!
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
Was that one too hard for you? Sheesh, c'mon 4 year olds play this game! Here, I'll give you an easier one and perhaps you can work up to the 4 year old level later:
Careful now, don't strain your brain thinking!
I'll have you know this: No airbrushing or other enhancements were done to this shot:
The birdses actually DO hang out in trees, not just my feeder and brick wall. Here's proof:
'Ave a rippin' arvo, mate!
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Traditional Fijian Miti
Hey all! I'm sure many of you are expecting pics of pretty birdses. Not in this post though (just scroll down or click on the "birds" label). Today I've got a post for someone in New Caledonia. Why New Caledonia? Well, why not! Actually someone from there landed on my particular corner of this universe cus he (or she) googled fiji miti sauce. And guess what? I just happen to know how to make it and the lolo used in it! In fact, it's even posted over on my food blog.
However, I just thought that since my food blog (does that mean y'all think I can't cook?) isn't as popular as this one (thanks everyone!!!!) that I'll just do a wee little copy/paste jobbie for your reading pleasure.
I also might put some birdie pics in afterwards... just to make you look!
For those of you looking for pics of my chess table, just scroll down to the previous post. In fact, feel free to browse around for a spell, eh?
To all: make sure you check out the link on "Holiday Feast" as mine are fairly epic.
Oh, you might like to know the heat wave is over. It got down to an arctic-like 56 F overnight, and it's currently 81 F in the shade and in the sun it's 102 F at 9:54 am, Tuesday, April 8th, 2008. Definitely time to winterize the car!
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Yes, I have gazed into the maw of the monster known as "Holiday Feast" and have come out unscathed. Won't mention anything about those extra pounds that came along with me...
I've also just noticed that Rachel wants to know about Miti.
Miti is a fairly simple coconut cream sauce that originated in Fiji. Since it uses chilli, onions, and lemons I'm assuming that it is not a "traditional" recipe, but one that evolved after the Europeans "discovered" the South Pacific and brought some non-native foods with them. Either way, it's darned tasty.
Before you make Miti, you have to make Lolo. There are many different ways to make Lolo, I'll describe some of them in reverse order of ease. Oh, Lolo is the Fijian word for coconut cream. Oh, when you cook with coconut cream, don't bring it to a rolling boil: lots of protein in it so it curdles and separates easily.
Lolo method 1, very traditional.
What you need:
One coconut
1/2 cup water
What you do:
Grate the flesh of the coconut, but don't forget to de-husk it first! Add the water, then strain it through a muslin cloth or cheesecloth. Wring/squeeze it out well so you get all the cream out.
Lolo method #2, not traditional
What you need:
1 cup of dessicated coconut (most stores carry this)
1/2 cup boiling water
What you do:
Pour the boiling water into the bowl with the dessicated coconut. Let it sit for a few hours, then squeeze and wring it through muslin or cheesecloth.
Lolo method #3, cheating
What you need:
cash
What you do:
Go to a grocery store and use the above cash to buy a can of coconut cream.
Note, method #3 should only be used if you're in a bit of a rush. Method #2 is the easiest, just make sure you start the dried coconut soaking in plenty of time.
UPDATE: I just reread this... and I realised some of you may think the lolo is the leftover coconut stuff. It's not! It's the cream you've just squeezed out. Ahem...
On to the Miti!
What you need:
1/2 cup Lolo (see above)
juice from a lemon (you can't use my lemon tree, BTW)
1/4 tsp sea salt
1 small thai chilli, finely minced
1 small onion, minced
What you do:
Chuck it all into a bowl, whisk it together and call it done! Obviously, the longer it sits on the counter, the stronger the flavour will be.
Bonus stuff!!!!
Thick Miti dip
What you need:
One cup Miti
2 tsp cornflour (cornstarch)
1/4 tsp sea salt
2 tsp minced spring onion greens (or garlic greens)
What you do:
Mix the cornflour with 1/4 cup of the Miti and the salt. Mix well. Stir in the rest of the Miti and bring it to a simmer so that it thickens, but don't let it boil or it'll separate.
Let it cool, then mix in the onion or garlic greens. Chill it for a bit, then use it as you would any kind of dip for chips, crackers, veggies, or whatnot.
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See? Wasn't that easy and not too painful to read? And now you get to look at 6 pics of aussie wild critters.
Let's start with a little ole cutey-pie, shall we?
And this guy is probably gonna lay eggs in my mint or basil!
An adult roo in a field bouncing around.
A baby roo (called a joey) just learning how to bounce around. He fell a lot.
This is the natural state of a roo.
The things you see out bushwalking.
That's it for today. I've just realised I owe Rachel a polynesian spare rib recipe and I owe Suzer a pineapple pie recipe along with a banana tart. So check in soon to my other blog.
However, I just thought that since my food blog (does that mean y'all think I can't cook?) isn't as popular as this one (thanks everyone!!!!) that I'll just do a wee little copy/paste jobbie for your reading pleasure.
I also might put some birdie pics in afterwards... just to make you look!
For those of you looking for pics of my chess table, just scroll down to the previous post. In fact, feel free to browse around for a spell, eh?
To all: make sure you check out the link on "Holiday Feast" as mine are fairly epic.
Oh, you might like to know the heat wave is over. It got down to an arctic-like 56 F overnight, and it's currently 81 F in the shade and in the sun it's 102 F at 9:54 am, Tuesday, April 8th, 2008. Definitely time to winterize the car!
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Yes, I have gazed into the maw of the monster known as "Holiday Feast" and have come out unscathed. Won't mention anything about those extra pounds that came along with me...
I've also just noticed that Rachel wants to know about Miti.
Miti is a fairly simple coconut cream sauce that originated in Fiji. Since it uses chilli, onions, and lemons I'm assuming that it is not a "traditional" recipe, but one that evolved after the Europeans "discovered" the South Pacific and brought some non-native foods with them. Either way, it's darned tasty.
Before you make Miti, you have to make Lolo. There are many different ways to make Lolo, I'll describe some of them in reverse order of ease. Oh, Lolo is the Fijian word for coconut cream. Oh, when you cook with coconut cream, don't bring it to a rolling boil: lots of protein in it so it curdles and separates easily.
Lolo method 1, very traditional.
What you need:
One coconut
1/2 cup water
What you do:
Grate the flesh of the coconut, but don't forget to de-husk it first! Add the water, then strain it through a muslin cloth or cheesecloth. Wring/squeeze it out well so you get all the cream out.
Lolo method #2, not traditional
What you need:
1 cup of dessicated coconut (most stores carry this)
1/2 cup boiling water
What you do:
Pour the boiling water into the bowl with the dessicated coconut. Let it sit for a few hours, then squeeze and wring it through muslin or cheesecloth.
Lolo method #3, cheating
What you need:
cash
What you do:
Go to a grocery store and use the above cash to buy a can of coconut cream.
Note, method #3 should only be used if you're in a bit of a rush. Method #2 is the easiest, just make sure you start the dried coconut soaking in plenty of time.
UPDATE: I just reread this... and I realised some of you may think the lolo is the leftover coconut stuff. It's not! It's the cream you've just squeezed out. Ahem...
On to the Miti!
What you need:
1/2 cup Lolo (see above)
juice from a lemon (you can't use my lemon tree, BTW)
1/4 tsp sea salt
1 small thai chilli, finely minced
1 small onion, minced
What you do:
Chuck it all into a bowl, whisk it together and call it done! Obviously, the longer it sits on the counter, the stronger the flavour will be.
Bonus stuff!!!!
Thick Miti dip
What you need:
One cup Miti
2 tsp cornflour (cornstarch)
1/4 tsp sea salt
2 tsp minced spring onion greens (or garlic greens)
What you do:
Mix the cornflour with 1/4 cup of the Miti and the salt. Mix well. Stir in the rest of the Miti and bring it to a simmer so that it thickens, but don't let it boil or it'll separate.
Let it cool, then mix in the onion or garlic greens. Chill it for a bit, then use it as you would any kind of dip for chips, crackers, veggies, or whatnot.
***********************************************************************
See? Wasn't that easy and not too painful to read? And now you get to look at 6 pics of aussie wild critters.
Let's start with a little ole cutey-pie, shall we?
And this guy is probably gonna lay eggs in my mint or basil!
An adult roo in a field bouncing around.
A baby roo (called a joey) just learning how to bounce around. He fell a lot.
This is the natural state of a roo.
The things you see out bushwalking.
That's it for today. I've just realised I owe Rachel a polynesian spare rib recipe and I owe Suzer a pineapple pie recipe along with a banana tart. So check in soon to my other blog.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Chess
Well, well, WELL! The title of this post should bring a (w)hole bunchaya scurrying 'round ta 'ere. If knot, then perhaps those of us here can go out and throw some meat on the barbie.
Ahhhhh... Isn't aussie (ozzie) slang the rippa?
Many (probably most) of you are hear (here) this arvo cus I've got pics of my chess table on this wee little post. For those of you who aren't here for that: bugger off! No, just kidding.
My chess table... why did I make it? Well, I was kinda bored for a week. It took that long cus of all the drying time, the table itself can be made in a day but it'll look really crappy. I hadn't really played much chess over the last decade or so. In fact, the best game I'd had to this point was in the basement of a pub in Fairbanks, Alaska. The pub was called The Dog House and ran by a lady (Gerry) who used to own The Blue Marlin (before the unliscensed propane stove caught fire). Ummmm, I'm sure I've lost y'all by now but those of you old time Squarebanksans will remember the pizza, the bluegrass, and the *ambiance* of that place...
Anyways, the basement had a dart board, a chess set, checkers, and a loo. I was the one who usually pumped out and fixed the loo when it was really cold (like minus 45), so Gerry gave me lots of beer. In fact, she even left one arvo to run some errands and let me behind the register, grill, and (most importantly) the tap. Ahem... that was a fun day.
Where was I? Ah, right chess.
I've recently started playing chess online. Yes, my glasses suddenly sprouted tape on the nose bridge, my pants became short, a pocket protector appeared in pocket of my new shirt, I grew an overbite, and I suddenly started stammering and babbling incoherently (more so than usual) whenever a sheila looked at me.
No, I joke.
No, REALLY! I'm kidding!
Aw shit, ya'll ain't buying one ounce o' this crap!
Time to be serious --a first for me!
The octagonal "squares" on the board are 5.7 cm by 5.7 cm by 5.7 cm by 5.7 cm. Why? Well if'n any of you paid attention during shop class and geometry class (the two were mutually exclusive except for myself) then you'll know about the dimensions.
Anyways, before I get to the pics, I should give you a link to the site I'm playing chess online. See, there it was; hope you didn't miss it! If anyone wants to join and have a game (you can challenge other players), then feel free to challenge me. It's free! Wee! My username is davedownunder They didn't have enough space for the alaskan part, but oh well. Ah, Jess, wanna see whatcha got?
Anna, wanna play? It's free!
My chess table was made from scratch, every piece of wood was a junk piece of cheap pine. The only thing I had to buy was a can of satin varnish, a can of gloss clear coat, two cans of different coloured wood stain, and 2 cans of powdered wood filler. The rest was on hand. Oh, the table saw was on hand too :)
Here are the pics (I've made you wait this long so what's a bit more, eh?)
Oh, if'n anyone is interested in the tekneekal detales of making this, jus lemme know, eh? The last thing I'll say about MY chess table is that when the top is unscrewed, a couple of 200 lb blokes can stand on the bottom shelf with no worries!
Here is a shot of the Faerie back row
and to counter that, we have the dragon back row
Now, I ask you thusly: which set looks cooler and badassed?
Let's have a few shots of a match in progress, shall we?
Here's an overhead. As you can see, I also play backgammon.
This is my normal view (at least for me) cus I like playing the dragons.
Here's a side-on view. The two cases at the base of the pic contain dominoes (I'm a dork).
And just cus all my 3d programs that I use have orthagonal views...
Shall we now meet all the pieces? Well, yes. Since I'm writing this (after getting up many times to stretch my back out) we shall.
Da dragon side
And the faerie side.
One dragon castle guarding his horde.
One faerie castle guarding her magic mushroom.
One dragon knight with a sword in his hands, NOT his willy.
The upturned leaves of the lily pad lets the faerie knight glide gracefully over other pieces.
Dragon bishops like to hang out in graveyards.
Faerie bishops are from their Order of The Rose.
The dragon queen. Doesn't she look pissed!
Here's another shot of her. Yup, still pissed.
The faerie queen has nice, ummmm, seashells...
The dragon king does not look happy. Maybe it's cus he has to put up with who's next to him?
The faerie king makes a peace offering.
Notice the beatific, glazed, hypnotized looks on the faerie pawns faces.
In marked contrast to the dragon pawns who don't like to take orders.
Ahhhhh... Isn't aussie (ozzie) slang the rippa?
Many (probably most) of you are hear (here) this arvo cus I've got pics of my chess table on this wee little post. For those of you who aren't here for that: bugger off! No, just kidding.
My chess table... why did I make it? Well, I was kinda bored for a week. It took that long cus of all the drying time, the table itself can be made in a day but it'll look really crappy. I hadn't really played much chess over the last decade or so. In fact, the best game I'd had to this point was in the basement of a pub in Fairbanks, Alaska. The pub was called The Dog House and ran by a lady (Gerry) who used to own The Blue Marlin (before the unliscensed propane stove caught fire). Ummmm, I'm sure I've lost y'all by now but those of you old time Squarebanksans will remember the pizza, the bluegrass, and the *ambiance* of that place...
Anyways, the basement had a dart board, a chess set, checkers, and a loo. I was the one who usually pumped out and fixed the loo when it was really cold (like minus 45), so Gerry gave me lots of beer. In fact, she even left one arvo to run some errands and let me behind the register, grill, and (most importantly) the tap. Ahem... that was a fun day.
Where was I? Ah, right chess.
I've recently started playing chess online. Yes, my glasses suddenly sprouted tape on the nose bridge, my pants became short, a pocket protector appeared in pocket of my new shirt, I grew an overbite, and I suddenly started stammering and babbling incoherently (more so than usual) whenever a sheila looked at me.
No, I joke.
No, REALLY! I'm kidding!
Aw shit, ya'll ain't buying one ounce o' this crap!
Time to be serious --a first for me!
The octagonal "squares" on the board are 5.7 cm by 5.7 cm by 5.7 cm by 5.7 cm. Why? Well if'n any of you paid attention during shop class and geometry class (the two were mutually exclusive except for myself) then you'll know about the dimensions.
Anyways, before I get to the pics, I should give you a link to the site I'm playing chess online. See, there it was; hope you didn't miss it! If anyone wants to join and have a game (you can challenge other players), then feel free to challenge me. It's free! Wee! My username is davedownunder They didn't have enough space for the alaskan part, but oh well. Ah, Jess, wanna see whatcha got?
Anna, wanna play? It's free!
My chess table was made from scratch, every piece of wood was a junk piece of cheap pine. The only thing I had to buy was a can of satin varnish, a can of gloss clear coat, two cans of different coloured wood stain, and 2 cans of powdered wood filler. The rest was on hand. Oh, the table saw was on hand too :)
Here are the pics (I've made you wait this long so what's a bit more, eh?)
Oh, if'n anyone is interested in the tekneekal detales of making this, jus lemme know, eh? The last thing I'll say about MY chess table is that when the top is unscrewed, a couple of 200 lb blokes can stand on the bottom shelf with no worries!
Here is a shot of the Faerie back row
and to counter that, we have the dragon back row
Now, I ask you thusly: which set looks cooler and badassed?
Let's have a few shots of a match in progress, shall we?
Here's an overhead. As you can see, I also play backgammon.
This is my normal view (at least for me) cus I like playing the dragons.
Here's a side-on view. The two cases at the base of the pic contain dominoes (I'm a dork).
And just cus all my 3d programs that I use have orthagonal views...
Shall we now meet all the pieces? Well, yes. Since I'm writing this (after getting up many times to stretch my back out) we shall.
Da dragon side
And the faerie side.
One dragon castle guarding his horde.
One faerie castle guarding her magic mushroom.
One dragon knight with a sword in his hands, NOT his willy.
The upturned leaves of the lily pad lets the faerie knight glide gracefully over other pieces.
Dragon bishops like to hang out in graveyards.
Faerie bishops are from their Order of The Rose.
The dragon queen. Doesn't she look pissed!
Here's another shot of her. Yup, still pissed.
The faerie queen has nice, ummmm, seashells...
The dragon king does not look happy. Maybe it's cus he has to put up with who's next to him?
The faerie king makes a peace offering.
Notice the beatific, glazed, hypnotized looks on the faerie pawns faces.
In marked contrast to the dragon pawns who don't like to take orders.
Galahs and Rainbow Lorikeets
Well... I guess I really (k)need to thank Cathy for not only not getting mad at me, but even giving me my own post on her blog! What a gal! For those of you visiting my site from a region NOT wintery, she has some great dog mushing and snowmachining shots up. So go take a squizz!
Note: Squizz is aussie slang for 'taking a look at'. See, nothing wrong with using 'squizz' now, is there?
Some of you visit my wee little corner of this particular universe in search of pretty bird pics. Well, I'm, happy to say today, "Here ya go, mate!"
Pardon me, but is this ledge taken?
Oi, mate! Take the damn shot cus my wings are killing me from holding this damn pose for ya!
Some of you visit to read my sometimes funny stories of me... well, not today! Cus I can't sit in the chair long enough to type. It's my back... here, read this and you'll understand. This ain't to say that I've ran out of stories (HA!), or ran out of humo(u)r (HA!); it's just that it might be a day or two before I can sit still for a spell.
Some of you have visited from the chess gaming site I'm a member of wanting pics of my chess table that I made from scratch and the dragon and faerie pieces I have. Well, you'll have to wait just a tad bit longer (I'm REALLY gonna try to get the chess post up this arvo, no promises though).
Now I have to go rest... time for my mid-morning nap :)
Note: Squizz is aussie slang for 'taking a look at'. See, nothing wrong with using 'squizz' now, is there?
Some of you visit my wee little corner of this particular universe in search of pretty bird pics. Well, I'm, happy to say today, "Here ya go, mate!"
Pardon me, but is this ledge taken?
Oi, mate! Take the damn shot cus my wings are killing me from holding this damn pose for ya!
Some of you visit to read my sometimes funny stories of me... well, not today! Cus I can't sit in the chair long enough to type. It's my back... here, read this and you'll understand. This ain't to say that I've ran out of stories (HA!), or ran out of humo(u)r (HA!); it's just that it might be a day or two before I can sit still for a spell.
Some of you have visited from the chess gaming site I'm a member of wanting pics of my chess table that I made from scratch and the dragon and faerie pieces I have. Well, you'll have to wait just a tad bit longer (I'm REALLY gonna try to get the chess post up this arvo, no promises though).
Now I have to go rest... time for my mid-morning nap :)
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Tagged again
Warning: Serious Sarcasm Below! No one gets to take offence!
Ack! I've been tagged... again!
I can just imagine some poor, unsuspecting bear coming slowly and sluggishly out of it's den in the spring; getting all ready to find some grub. Then suddenly: Bang goes the biologists tranquilizer gun and down he goes (at least he'll get a little extra hibernation time). I can just imagine his thoughts as he was going under... "On not again! The last time those jerks did this I came to with a big ugly collar that blinked, filed nails, shots for who knows what disease, a bright pink tag in my ear (damn did the guys down at the river give a hard time for THAT!), some kinda radio backpack, and I SWEAR one of those perverts shoved a probe somewhere while I was out of it! Well, at least they cleaned my teeth..." Thud! Snore.
Sheesh, I still hafta finish the last tag: seven weird things about me. I think I'm up to 4 or 5 so if any of you can thing of anything else about me that's weird just feel free to leave a comment about it.
This tag is a kinda 5 thingy thing where you link back to a post about one of the five subjects. I can see the sense of this; folks get to find out about you without having to go trawling through the archives (lazy bastards), that's my job, whee!
Now, if you go to Cathy's blog where she did this and tagged people you'll notice that my name doesn't appear on her five tags. Does this mean I'm psychic? Does it mean I know she'll tag next year and that I know cus I can time travel? Does it mean she can't count?
No. She cheated. She only tagged me in my comments and not also on her blog! Which means I gotta do this WITHOUT getting the added benefit of being prominantly mentioned on such a really cool, wonderful, thoughtful blog. 'Course, after that little bit of brown nosing maybe she'll go fix that *cough, cough, ahem*.
I know get the laborious task of going all through my archives (wee-hoo) and finding ones that'll fit the five categories. Now, I can tell you none of the five will be serious as I don't think I've ever done serious post here.
So, here's the categories:
Link one must be a post about family. Ummmmm, does the cat count?
Link two must be a post about friends. Oooooo, this one'll take some digging...
Link three must be a post about yourself. Sheeeeyit! They all are! I love me and this blog is all about me! Hmmmmm, only one?
Link four must be a post about something you love. Ahhhhh, just go check that label called "food".
Link five can be a post about anything you choose. Bwahaaaaahaaaa! Giggle, snicker...
Alright, them's the categories. So I'd better go start trawling. Now, where's that net? Y'all hold on for a few hours and I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere!
I'm back. Is anyone still here? I'm ready! Hello... lo...o... Echo... echo... ho... Ah, there you are. How was that trip to the bathroom? I hope everything came out alright and it appears you didn't fall in.
Here we go:
I've decided that you will be getting more than one post link. See, I don't follow directions well and back in the dark ages I was much funnier than I am now so I'd thought you all would like to read funny stuff without having to go trawling. Thhbbtbtbhht!
Link one must be a post about family.
At first I thought about linking to the creek climbing day, but then I thought I'd do a recent family one and that involves His Royal Highness Prince Bagheera. Otherwise known as The Fanged Terror.
See? Three links in one! Aren't you lucky?
Link two must be a post about friends.
Well.... hmmmmm... how's about a couple of stories of me cycling with some mates back in Alaska? Amazingly enough, I met both of them cus they were fencing students of mine!
First is me and Rich playing dead on the Parks Highway.
And second is my and Dan doing some seriously ugly spring riding.
Link three must be a post about yourself.
Well now... THAT certainly opens the floodgates! Hmmm... let me think (this'll take a while)...
How's about this one and this one? Yeah, those'll do!
Link four must be a post about something you love.
Well now... all you gotta do is just go over to my "food" label and you'll find out about what I love: FOOD! I also really love being a smartass. Heck, I'd much rather be called a smartass than a dumbass any day! Wouldn't you? Well, you in the back, maybe not...
Now, my smartassedness doesn't take the form of cutting, insulting remarks that you see on US sitcoms. No, mine are designed to get a good laugh, even if it's at my expense. I also have this really cool ability (besides being able to see in the dark) to think these little gems up on the spur of the moment! See, here's an example.
Link five can be a post about anything you choose.
HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHA!!!!! Free rein! I can post anything! Oh, wait... it's my blog and I can do that anyways, shit.
Let's see... this one is pretty good. And some of you might get a kick out of this one. I think this one says a lot about me.
There's much much more dave goodness in the archives. So if you've made it this far then you are either really bored at work or you're up very late.
Here's the part where I'm supposed to tag five others... Hmmmm, I'll get back to you on that. Have a nice evening!
Ack! I've been tagged... again!
I can just imagine some poor, unsuspecting bear coming slowly and sluggishly out of it's den in the spring; getting all ready to find some grub. Then suddenly: Bang goes the biologists tranquilizer gun and down he goes (at least he'll get a little extra hibernation time). I can just imagine his thoughts as he was going under... "On not again! The last time those jerks did this I came to with a big ugly collar that blinked, filed nails, shots for who knows what disease, a bright pink tag in my ear (damn did the guys down at the river give a hard time for THAT!), some kinda radio backpack, and I SWEAR one of those perverts shoved a probe somewhere while I was out of it! Well, at least they cleaned my teeth..." Thud! Snore.
Sheesh, I still hafta finish the last tag: seven weird things about me. I think I'm up to 4 or 5 so if any of you can thing of anything else about me that's weird just feel free to leave a comment about it.
This tag is a kinda 5 thingy thing where you link back to a post about one of the five subjects. I can see the sense of this; folks get to find out about you without having to go trawling through the archives (lazy bastards), that's my job, whee!
Now, if you go to Cathy's blog where she did this and tagged people you'll notice that my name doesn't appear on her five tags. Does this mean I'm psychic? Does it mean I know she'll tag next year and that I know cus I can time travel? Does it mean she can't count?
No. She cheated. She only tagged me in my comments and not also on her blog! Which means I gotta do this WITHOUT getting the added benefit of being prominantly mentioned on such a really cool, wonderful, thoughtful blog. 'Course, after that little bit of brown nosing maybe she'll go fix that *cough, cough, ahem*.
I know get the laborious task of going all through my archives (wee-hoo) and finding ones that'll fit the five categories. Now, I can tell you none of the five will be serious as I don't think I've ever done serious post here.
So, here's the categories:
Link one must be a post about family. Ummmmm, does the cat count?
Link two must be a post about friends. Oooooo, this one'll take some digging...
Link three must be a post about yourself. Sheeeeyit! They all are! I love me and this blog is all about me! Hmmmmm, only one?
Link four must be a post about something you love. Ahhhhh, just go check that label called "food".
Link five can be a post about anything you choose. Bwahaaaaahaaaa! Giggle, snicker...
Alright, them's the categories. So I'd better go start trawling. Now, where's that net? Y'all hold on for a few hours and I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere!
I'm back. Is anyone still here? I'm ready! Hello... lo...o... Echo... echo... ho... Ah, there you are. How was that trip to the bathroom? I hope everything came out alright and it appears you didn't fall in.
Here we go:
I've decided that you will be getting more than one post link. See, I don't follow directions well and back in the dark ages I was much funnier than I am now so I'd thought you all would like to read funny stuff without having to go trawling. Thhbbtbtbhht!
Link one must be a post about family.
At first I thought about linking to the creek climbing day, but then I thought I'd do a recent family one and that involves His Royal Highness Prince Bagheera. Otherwise known as The Fanged Terror.
See? Three links in one! Aren't you lucky?
Link two must be a post about friends.
Well.... hmmmmm... how's about a couple of stories of me cycling with some mates back in Alaska? Amazingly enough, I met both of them cus they were fencing students of mine!
First is me and Rich playing dead on the Parks Highway.
And second is my and Dan doing some seriously ugly spring riding.
Link three must be a post about yourself.
Well now... THAT certainly opens the floodgates! Hmmm... let me think (this'll take a while)...
How's about this one and this one? Yeah, those'll do!
Link four must be a post about something you love.
Well now... all you gotta do is just go over to my "food" label and you'll find out about what I love: FOOD! I also really love being a smartass. Heck, I'd much rather be called a smartass than a dumbass any day! Wouldn't you? Well, you in the back, maybe not...
Now, my smartassedness doesn't take the form of cutting, insulting remarks that you see on US sitcoms. No, mine are designed to get a good laugh, even if it's at my expense. I also have this really cool ability (besides being able to see in the dark) to think these little gems up on the spur of the moment! See, here's an example.
Link five can be a post about anything you choose.
HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHA!!!!! Free rein! I can post anything! Oh, wait... it's my blog and I can do that anyways, shit.
Let's see... this one is pretty good. And some of you might get a kick out of this one. I think this one says a lot about me.
There's much much more dave goodness in the archives. So if you've made it this far then you are either really bored at work or you're up very late.
Here's the part where I'm supposed to tag five others... Hmmmm, I'll get back to you on that. Have a nice evening!
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