Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

The cold that will not die still lingers.  I estimate that at this point my body is 90% snot and whatever the purpley grey stuff I've been coughing up is.  I also haven't been sleeping much.  One of my roomates has a mechanical monkey that only comes out at night to throw crackers at an indian guy and it keeps me awake with its incessant robot chirping.*

It's July 4th.  A day when Amercans everywhere eat barbecue, drink beer and try and pretend that demanding people pay taxes was the worst thing the British Empire ever did.  Of course anglo-australian relations have never really deterioated into the shooting each other in the face stage, our dfferences primarily being articulated through cricket sledging and Mel Gibson killing us in films of varying quality.  As such the big thing here was the fnal day of the State of Orgin series.   I was hoping for a New South Wales win, this being the state where I currently live and have spent the most time.  Unfortunately Queensland won again, making this the seventh series in a row - which'd depress, except I don't have any real emotional investment.

I've handed in my resignation at my job.  This was earlier than I planned, but more than one person has commented that it was making me seriously unhappy.  At the end of the day  got tired of being made to feel like a complete dickhead every time I answered the phone and being paid peanuts for the privelige.  Luckily it's the end of the tax year here so I am, theoretically, going to receive a large(ish) wad of cash as soon as I can be boshed to fill out the appropriate forms.

Me and Bob met up with Erin down Newtown, who has just finished various exams.  It was nice to see her again as we only saw her for a few minutes at Tia's tea party thingummy.  

Went and saw Prometheus by wor Ridley the other day.  There's potentially a very good, intelligent film there.  Unfortunately it's hidden behind a slightly stupid film where earth's top scientists prod alien hell beasts to see what happens and a ripped Lord Voldemort beats up a young guy in old guy make up... because...because... *film makers shrug and distracts audience with tentacled vagina monster*

Love and Fishes

Dave Denton

P.S. Happy birthday to wor fatha who patiently endured my drunken ramblings when I finally manage to ring him, and congratulations in advance to Alice, the littlest sistah, who is graduating shortly.

* I am aware that this is probably something I imagined as I lay sprawled across the border of the waking world and dreams, but part of me really hopes it wasn't