SMITH

Hey all, I've been splitting my brain trying to work out where I've heard the name "Planet Nebutron" before. If anyone has any information regarding this elusive, so-called "planet", please let me know. (I'd offer cookies as a reward but I hear the cyberspace kind are alot less appetising...)

TRUEBLUE

Ho hum. Semester has started, atleast it seems like it will be bearable content. Summer is officially over, and we are heading into the dry season. Which ain't much fun considering we need rain. We haven't had a big wet across the country in ages. A number of places are in deep trouble, infrastructure is being put in all over the shop, but some places are going to cut it really close. Its tough balancing environmental needs and human needs (and also explaining to humans that their "needs" don't involve 20 minute showers and hosing their driveway to clean it, etc). News has been moderately interesting in Australia, David Hicks' (the Australian held in Guantanamo for past 5 years) US military lawyer has been threatened with legal action (something about military people publically saying bad things about the US president, state secretary, congress, et al being an offence under Article 88. I think it was meant to stop military coups, and applying it to this is a little absurd even if it is following the letter of the law). I'd be very suprised if he was charged, I mean it is ridiculous... of course I also think holding people without a fair trial is ridiculous so what do I know. Hicks seems like a moron, and possibly he may be a complete dick, but even complete dicks deserve due process. The federal politicians have been slinging (and dodging) mud. Amusing, but without much substance. I preferred the policy debate which up until last week that was actually happening for once (Can you imagine it? Politicians not only debating issues that are important to the people but also the whole thing being reported in the media. Remarkable.) The problem with slinging aforementioned mud, seems to be that it sticks. Not just on your intended target but also on yourself. And all you end up with is dirty hands. Entirely unseemly. Not nearly as unseemly as the politicians that have taken to wearing the ol' budgie-smugglers to press outings. WE DO NOT NEED (OR WANT) TO SEE THAT!!!! Speedoes are not good attire for our leaders (or aspiring leaders). I blame Bob Hawke for starting the trend, however it is now the Liberal (for non-Aussies that is the conservative party, ironic I know) politicians that are now getting on board with the DTs, State Opposition Leaders, Federal Ministers. It has Gone Too Far!! Enough is Enough!!! People of Australia stand up for the right to open the newspaper and not be overwhelmed with the desire to gouge out your own eyes!!!!! ok, i need to go have a drink now... bad memories... such bad memories...

CHAZZER

Seriously. I was that drunk. I was drinking the last of my vodka before we went out and then my flatmate came and gave me the end of a bottle of Rose her visiting friends had left... vodka and rose = not a good mix. I have no idea how much I drank when I went out because I can't remember ANYTHING. The worst pasrt is that we got a take away from this place that I love and was looking forward to. And I can't remember it! Which means it may as well not have happened. This upsets me greatly. I have a lecture in half an hour. At the moment I feel fine but this could all change. Ick. I'm never going out with Jenny (my flatmate) again. When I go out with my English friends, I make an arse of myself, but at least I can REMEMBER doing so. Oh and ANOTHER big I'M SORRY to Girlfan as I drunkenly messed up the formatting on her WONDERFUL fic Even Roses Have Thorns. Go read it, everyone. :'( Okay, historical linguistics, here we come. *facepalm*

COSMICFUGITIVE

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SOLAN

It's really amazing who happens to be a browncoat. Now while I haven't known about the show until a short while ago I have known of the band Emerald Rose for quite some time now. Three years or some such - maybe even four. And then I stumble over them on "Done the Impossible". Really makes you wonder about the things you miss out on and you'll likely never notice. Life is like that I guess. Thus - more digging!

IMIN

I've decided that at some point in life, there is a place where you reach the middle. I've realized that I've reached the middle. I have my two kids. I'm married and have 5 cats. I've bought a house, a car and have worked at the same job for almost 10 years. This is the middle. I just know it. So when people ask me what I've been up to.....Well I don't really have anything that interesting to tell them. It seems that winter this year has brought the blahs and the middle. Not that I'm complaining at the lack of excitement. I've just realized that I'm in the middle of my life. Sure things will pick up soon and there will be t-ball games and summer camps to take the kids to, but right now I'm just being me. So the middle isn't so bad. It just needs a pick me up now and then.

RMMC

Mom died today. I'm gonna be off line for awhile.

HOBBLEIT

I've been thinking of all the funny things myself and people I know have said and I thought I would list a few here. Me (about November Rain): No wonder it lasts 8 minutes it takes 10 to get started. John (about Morrissey): A whingeing little gayboy. Andrew C(on the phone): do i look like the sort of person who would drive a mini cooper? My dad (about the scissor sisters verion of comfortably numb): it's the bastard child of Pink Floyd and the Bee Gees. Andrew (In durham Cathedral): eeh, the wall's coming off. John: the evil foot glove Mam: that'd be sock then Andrew C: Jennifer, tell john to stop threatening me with a ladder. Me: John, stop threatening andrew with a ladder! John: It's rikki tikki tavi after years of copious drug abouse and now he's rikki tikki osbourne. John: Wizzard, the motorhead of glam rock. Andrew C: she's not an alcoholic mam: no, she just likes to drink a lot Andrew C: Curiosity killed the cat Me: no, curiosity made a gaydar profile. Andrew C: You can go to buggery and boil yourself Mam: you bloody well ball eyed buggery John: we're twins, we have a psychopathic link Andrew: Did the Titanic bend? NO! Me (to my cousin while playing cricket): you spent most of your innings out Me: I've been lapped! By Princess Toadstool! You Bastard! John: don't wear my words like a shawl of despair Me: Tom HAnks has the power to see balls. John: i can hardly buy drinks when the bartenders are grappling with a bald man in the bar. Bobby: Helen, are you a vegetarian? Helen: Yes Bobby: Bitch. Really, there are loads more to that effect. TTFN Jennifer -x-