I thought I heard a rustling…

Ruben friendica
Re is showing me pictures from her social feed of submerged houses from back your way. Have you got water frontage yet? That'll make the rent go up.
Yesterday was a bit dicey. I'm used to wading home in the afternoon/evening, but this was the first time that it was so bad by noon that getting upstream to # made me empathise with salmon. When I got to work I emptied about a cup of water from each boot.

Just drizzle today. Even saw the sun a couple of times. More big falls over the next few days, but there's no big tides till the end of the month, so no prospect of flooding. Pity. Could have done with the excitement, Would have made the daily drenching part of an exciting narrative.

By Wednesday it will be "Bono estente, nimbo cumulous. Bono estente scorchio!"

A lot of young men in baseball caps and baggy shorts stopping by Breaking Bad's flat for very animated discussions over the last couple of afternoon/evenings. Supply chain issues, I expect. # # #
Ruben friendica
An opportunity? Just get yourself some tinfoil and make up sachets of kitchen products. This could be your big break. Psst, mate ... Want some 'O'? Oh Ray Ganoh?
I wish I had reason to believe his clients and resellers were after something locally grown and reasonably benign. Although maybe I could tempt them with some Himalayan Pink.

# the final episode of Adam Curtis' latest. Two hours. Blimey.
Ruben friendica
Remember to get off the sofa when the dancing footage comes on that way you'll avoid pressure sores
That's what those are for! I thought they were just the "[Insert relevant footage]" placeholders that were still remaining at deadline.

This also explains most of 1970s television. In a half-hour programme, you never had Jon Pertwee or Tom Baker suddenly turn to camera and say something like "And now, ladies and gentlemen, here are the Nigel Flatworm Dancers, with their special guest Nancy Twining."

But that _always_ happened on shows that went for the full hour. Thank heavens someone's still looking out for we couch potatoes.

Not happy. Three hour shift at # turned into eight, which - financially - was nice. Got home around 9pm famished, put the oven on, and then the lights went out. Save for emergency lighting, not a trace of alternating current visible in the neighbourhood. Sat in the dark, listening to a podcast on my phone and snacking on frozen peas for an hour. 10:30pm, electricity has been restored, and I can start cooking dinner.

Sleeping in tomorrow. Stone me.
Ruben friendica
# tune in next week as @Matthew Davidson distills Ararak from his own urine
No distillation necessary. I was so cross about how late I was kept up by all of this that I was still seething and drinking at 4am. Got new batteries for my torch today, despite the fact that candles are much cheaper. I daren't pee near an open flame.

Upgraded my desktop to # 10 ("buster") last week. It is, of course a thing of great beauty.

Of course I never made a note of where to find the driver source for my crappy # USB # thing.

#: works like a dream

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Content warning: People who know me well (i.e. @Ruben and… that's pretty much it, really), will testify that I'm not in the habit of posting photos of gents lavatories on the Internet, but these are exceptional times.

In the dilapidated shipping mall where I #, whenever it rains more than a slight drizzle, the publicly-accessible part of the shop turns into an obstacle course of plastic bins catching rainwater. Back of house, it just rains indoors in patches, and we work around it.

In the staff gents, much of the suspended ceiling has collapsed, and water just courses down the walls, through the walls (knocking out a power point and electric hand dryer), and eventually down the drain in the middle of the floor, which backs up anyway after more than a day or two of rain.

Arrived at work to find a man up a ladder there replacing ceiling panels. This activity struck me as more than a little Sisyphean.

It had just started raining, and rain is forecast for the next week at least. These panels, as did their predecessors, are just going to get sodden, sag, and collapse into the pond below. Unless centre management are going to fix the roof, and they are not going to fix the roof because they never have.

However, it turns out there is a grand plan, and a dashed cunning one, at that:

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Houston, we have a problem.

Basil mastodon (AP)
oh no
Luke mastodon (AP)
Wow not seen such a bodged/jerry rigged job as that in a LONG time!
Dvd Mrsdn mastodon (AP)
reminds me of the time the council put the gate in our communal garden area back on its hinges.
Ruben friendica
Oh, this is gold. I can't wait to see what's next. It reminds me of my own impov programming (?)skills.

"Watson, you will be interested to hear that I am engaged to be married."

"Oh yes. Jolly good."

"To the Milvertons' housemaid."

"Good heavens."

"I need information."

"Surely you've gone too far?"

# #

Cold front has finally arrived in #. Not fast enough for my liking. I just want the sweating to stop! #
Ruben friendica
Strangely cold out here too. I have an ear infection which I am treating with paracetamol and whiskey.
Careful: I've heard paracetamol can be bad for your liver.
Ruben friendica
Finally had enough of the throbbing ears today and visited the doctor. She was delighted to get out the syringe and hose those waxy bastard fur holes clean. The chunks that came out were astonishing. Now the ache has gone and I can no longer ignore people who talk to me.

Had a big bag of bad attitude this week. Just couldn't get ahead. Hoping the coming two days off work will make a difference. In the meantime, I'm going to stay up late drinking, listening to music, and killing simulated living things in old computer games. Bah!

Been # the end of series two of HBO's Barry. Holy cow.

I can't help but feel personally slighted:

$ /opt/youtube-dl --no-mtime -f 18
[youtube]Somethin9: Downloading webpage
ERROR: The uploader has not made this video available in your country.
This video is available in Andorra, United Arab Emirates, Afghanistan, Antigua and Barbuda, Anguilla, Albania, Armenia, Angola, Antarctica, Argentina, American Samoa, Austria, Aruba, Åland Islands, Azerbaijan, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Barbados, Bangladesh, Belgium, Burkina Faso, Bulgaria, Bahrain, Burundi, Benin, Saint Barthélemy, Bermuda, Brunei Darussalam, Bolivia, Plurinational State of, Bonaire, Sint Eustatius and Saba, Brazil, Bahamas, Bhutan, Bouvet Island, Botswana, Belarus, Belize, Cocos (Keeling) Islands, Congo, the Democratic Republic of the, Central African Republic, Congo, Switzerland, Côte d'Ivoire, Cook Islands, Chile, Cameroon, China, Colombia, Costa Rica, Cuba, Cape Verde, Curaçao, Christmas Island, Cyprus, Czech Republic, Germany, Djibouti, Denmark, Dominica, Dominican Republic, Algeria, Ecuador, Estonia, Egypt, Western Sahara, Eritrea, Spain, Ethiopia, Finland, Fiji, Falkland Islands (Malvinas), Micronesia, Federated States of, Faroe Islands, France, Gabon, Grenada, Georgia, French Guiana, Guernsey, Ghana, Gibraltar, Greenland, Gambia, Guinea, Guadeloupe, Equatorial Guinea, Greece, South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands, Guatemala, Guam, Guinea-Bissau, Guyana, Hong Kong, Heard Island and McDonald Islands, Honduras, Croatia, Haiti, Hungary, Indonesia, Ireland, Israel, Isle of Man, India, British Indian Ocean Territory, Iraq, Iran, Islamic Republic of, Iceland, Jersey, Jamaica, Jordan, Japan, Kenya, Kyrgyzstan, Cambodia, Kiribati, Comoros, Saint Kitts and Nevis, Korea, Democratic People's Republic of, Korea, Republic of, Kuwait, Cayman Islands, Kazakhstan, Lao People's Democratic Republic, Lebanon, Saint Lucia, Liechtenstein, Sri Lanka, Liberia, Lesotho, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Latvia, Libya, Morocco, Monaco, Moldova, Republic of, Montenegro, Saint Martin (French part), Madagascar, Marshall Islands, Macedonia, the Former Yugoslav Republic of, Mali, Myanmar, Mongolia, Macao, Northern Mariana Islands, Martinique, Mauritania, Montserrat, Malta, Mauritius, Maldives, Malawi, Mexico, Malaysia, Mozambique, Namibia, New Caledonia, Niger, Norfolk Island, Nigeria, Nicaragua, Netherlands, Norway, Nepal, Nauru, Niue, New Zealand, Oman, Panama, Peru, French Polynesia, Papua New Guinea, Philippines, Pakistan, Poland, Saint Pierre and Miquelon, Pitcairn, Puerto Rico, Palestine, State of, Portugal, Palau, Paraguay, Qatar, Réunion, Romania, Serbia, Russian Federation, Rwanda, Saudi Arabia, Solomon Islands, Seychelles, Sudan, Sweden, Singapore, Saint Helena, Ascension and Tristan da Cunha, Slovenia, Svalbard and Jan Mayen, Slovakia, Sierra Leone, San Marino, Senegal, Somalia, Suriname, South Sudan, Sao Tome and Principe, El Salvador, Sint Maarten (Dutch part), Syrian Arab Republic, Swaziland, Turks and Caicos Islands, Chad, French Southern Territories, Togo, Thailand, Tajikistan, Tokelau, Timor-Leste, Turkmenistan, Tunisia, Tonga, Turkey, Trinidad and Tobago, Tuvalu, Taiwan, Province of China, Tanzania, United Republic of, Ukraine, Uganda, United States Minor Outlying Islands, United States, Uruguay, Uzbekistan, Holy See (Vatican City State), Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, Venezuela, Bolivarian Republic of, Virgin Islands, British, Virgin Islands, U.S., Viet Nam, Vanuatu, Wallis and Futuna, Samoa, Yemen, Mayotte, South Africa, Zambia, Zimbabwe.
i'd lend a hand but canada is not on the list either, lol

This patch of lichen suddenly formed on my front window this morning:

(Ssh! Don't let him know we're onto him. He'd be so disappointed.)
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The great # garbage pile is coming along nicely. Started with a few mattresses just last week.

The thing on the far left is a server rack! I can't think of anybody in a ten-kilometre radius that would have ever had a need for such a thing. A disillusioned # miner perhaps?

Ruben mastodon (AP)
Maybe it'll eventually come to life or evolve into a new life form...
Basil mastodon (AP)
it certainly looks on the verge of becoming self aware.

When your automatic response to a headache is to pour the first glass of wine of the day. I think we should get this canary out of the coalmine; he's not looking at all well.

Does my voice sound gay in this?:

At my school at least, it was common for boys whose voices had not yet broken to force the pitch down, in order to avoid social opprobrium for sounding effeminate. Consequently, when their voices did break, they'd end up sounding way too low for somebody of their stature. My brother still talks like this. As far as he's concerned he sounds perfectly normal, rather than comically homophobic.

Impeachment process successfully identifies seven Republicans disloyal to the cause. Let the purge begin. # #
#US #Trump

I can rarely manage to think more than one step ahead, so I often walk out of work, get to the door of the building, and only when I see daylight realise I've left my hat in the locker room.

Yesterday I was so knackered that I when I realised I'd left both my hat and umbrella behind I trudged home in drizzle regardless.

On my way into work this morning, I was not about to throw a second hat into the mix, so I am now sunburned. I can feel my pulse in my toasted scalp.

If I had a time machine, I'd go kill the bloke who invented testosterone. How is baldness evolutionarily adaptive? Who ever wished they were able to braid their nasal hair?

Knackered after #. Absolute madness today. Constantly on the run, feeling like Charlie Chaplin caught in the gears of the machine. Legally obliged to take an unpaid half hour break but I can't take it and do what's expected of me, so as usual there's a half-hour donation to the company which I can't afford on about $1 an hour above minimum wage. Made less than rent last week. Old and sore and pissed off.
Ruben friendica
Like Dave I can't be bothered with most games but I do like a pixelly isomorphic rpg occasionally, #

2020 Mixtape: Strings, Lockdown, Strong Women, and Whales
Status message #
Ruben friendica
That 1 Guy seems an unusual choice for you @Matthew Davidson he seems a little prog rock. What next Hawkwind? Pink Foyd? Alan Parsons Project?
@Ruben He used to be a lot more brief and to the point.

Andy C pleroma (AP)
Sydney ? What's wrong with Broken Hill ? Great post - enjoyed it.
Luke mastodon (AP)
great post

# this three-part doco series from a few years ago about proto-punk/punk/post-punk.

Interviews with the usual suspects (Don Letts, Mick Jones, John Lydon, etc.) plus quite a lot of people I've not heard from in similar docos.

Plus narration from Peter Capaldi, doing that portentous Hollywood film trailer "In a world…" voice. What better way to while away an evening?

Stumbled across a lovely HD copy of Local Hero on The Platform That Shall Not be Named: I've been drinking all afternoon, so hell yes, it's time for the annual #. You know you want to.
"It's their place, Mac. They have a right to make what they can of it. You can't eat scenery. Cheers."
Best, most raw, honest and revealing "making of" ever:

Long live Melvyn Bragg.

Jesus: he's nearly a year older than my dad. My parents have been insisting they're not long for this world for over twenty years. Whenever I listen to In Our Time, I still see the same cuddly mop-topped bloke from the 80s.

Happy 20th birthday to #, and congratulations on reaching such a significant milestone. Drupal is a GPL'd web site revision system we use extensively at the FSF. Most recently, # registration!

Well, I think that's close to a record. # today grew from my rostered three hours to eleven. There's money to be made in having no life. High availability has always been my major selling point.

Ruben friendica
@Matthew Davidson
'Girlfriend in a Korma' takes it to a new level :D

For reasons of # neighbours I excused myself from home and hearth this evening and, after a jug of wine at the Bowlo, had the wobbly boot on for the first time in many a year. Thus inspired, it occurs to me that "Fuck the stewards, a trip to Lourdes would give the old fuckers the power of sight,' is the best couplet in lyrical history. #
Ruben friendica
@Matthew Davidson
My Mum has regularly volunteered to assist passengers in the 'Jumbulance' to Lourdes every year. She tells me she has witnessed no cures, yet.


Second day off in a row. That's when I usually sink into a drunken funk (Drunken Funk would be an awesome name for a rock band) and mindlessly play old computer games, so I went for a solo picnic at Bogan Bay instead. Low tide.

Watched some kids fail to catch yabbies. A couple taking their dog for a swim: let it of the leash whereupon it gaily splashed off with no apparent intention of ever returning. The man followed up to waist deep, while his wife waded up and down the periphery like a football coach with a bunch of skirt in one hand.

Some things are looking up, though:

I don't think I even know fifty people, much less a hundred. Certainly not in #, and not well enough to invite to a picnic. I've never been moved to incite a mass picnic, but in these uncertain times it's nice to know the spare capacity is there, should I need it.
Luke mastodon (AP)
sounds like a lovely day. What’s a yabby?
As it happens, I'm far too middle class to be able to answer that. (Consults Internet).

Right, now then: So it seems that as soon as his offspring are ambulatory, the Australian male will typically lead them out onto a creek bed at low tide with a bucket and a device that looks like a tyre pump.

This yabby pump will be applied to the creek bed, and the handle drawn up to extract a quantity of estuarine silt (loved their eponymous first album, but felt that "Silted Up" suffered from second album syndrome, and subsequently lost interest). This is then coughed up onto the ground and scrutinised by all present and anything judged interesting is put into the bucket.

Now watching this process, in my innocence, I assumed that the contents of a successful expedition's bucket was triumphantly taken home, possibly cooked, and consumed with lashings of tomato sauce, spongy white bread and canary-yellow margarine as the family bonded over a bit of light racist banter.

The truth, it turns out, is far worse. What you catch with a yabby pump is the young of the species ("nippers"), which you then use as (preferably live) bait on the end of a fishing line.

I don't get it. Whole industries exist to keep our carnivorous hands lily-white and untainted by blood and guts. Why take your kids out a full day of vertical-food-chain death and sunburn?

Oh, it's all too awful. I'm going to have a Morrissey moment. La da-di, da-dum, la-deedle-eedle dum. Sigh. That's better.

This is priceless. My wife Ashley's pumping and ready to pop, so get out there and give it a go:

The # is hot and sleepy today. My todo list can go hang.

Just finished watching series 2 of #. Holy cow, that was good. #
Luke mastodon (AP)
Great TV


I don't need a printer; I need a "Print to PO Box" driver. I print things about as often as I receive snail-mail (i.e. rarely), and it's never anything urgent, so why not double the utility of the thing that costs $150 a year?

Just pipe PostScript through an SSH connection to a server at Australia Post which counts pages then and bills for excess over my monthly allotment. No-brainer.

Had a good payday today, what with the two public holidays last week. Suddenly life doesn't seems so pointless. I am a shallow, shallow individual.
Ruben friendica
@Matthew Davidson
Here you go, this will get you back on track

I remember when I was a kid my mother singing a bit of this. As a consequence, I have never forgotten the date of the introduction of # decimal currency, either.

Note also the authentic Aussie accents. Nobody speaking in an official capacity, including cartoon characters, could be permitted to shatter the pretense that we were still part of the mother country until the 80s. Even satirical theatre luvvies couldn't whip out a long vowel or a soft consonent until Barry Humphries went to London to be granted Peter Cook's consent.

Ruben friendica
@Matthew Davidson I wonder which came first Slim Dusty or Rolf Harris before his downfall? my money's on Slim.

So new year's eve started auspiciously at the #. Last night there were some new year's eve eve festivities which descended into shrieking abuse, but that's pretty much par for the course.

Breaking Bad was going round this morning apologising for the noise. Breaking Bad, a youngish man with a shaved head and brand names across all his clothing, moved in a few months ago and is obviously a drug dealer. He spends most of his time sitting outside his flat, smoking and frowning at the ground between his feet. Young men with backwards baseball caps and ridiculously large, brightly-coloured trainers regularly pop by to see him. (Accented words like "cliché" have not yet made it this far north of Sydney.)

This evening I get home from work to the sound of more shrieking abuse coming from the pool area out back. Knowing better than to investigate, I get up to my flat and lock the screen door. From my window I was surprised to see it wasn't any of my neighbours, but a young woman going berserk, smashing up plant pots, and screaming at someone in the house over the back Colorbond fence.

Long story short, I witnessed my first Aloha drugs bust. By which I mean the young woman, who it turned out was carrying some ice, temazepam, and a stolen wallet, was quickly surrounded by more police than I've seen in one place since my days as a moderate radical and protest-goer. Breaking Bad, who turned up halfway through proceedings, and attracted renewed shrieking from the woman, received some polite questioning.

The woman, being indigenous, was bundled into a van, unlike Breaking Bad — who is merely walking around surrounded by big neon arrows labelled "drug dealer" pointing at him. Another case wrapped up, thanks to predictive policing.

New year's eve is young. Roll on #2021, the year I get out of this godawful town.

# #
"Spot the drug dealer" is one of my favourite games!

In my housing block young men, similarly attired as yours, gather, then a car turns up, and everyone goes into Flat 50.. 1/2 hour later they all exit, enveloped by the aroma of skunk and set off in their respective directions.
Ruben friendica
@Matthew Davidson
I thought I heard some trepidation in your voice when I spoke to you earlier. Admit it, you're going to miss Sunny Sawtell. Anything else would be so dull.

Buono estente,

This evening, I a' been mostly #:

Get it out before it's roughly taken down. Ooh! Suit you, sir.

I'll get me coat.

# #
Getting a video on # is rather like making love to a beautiful woman. First you have to create a false identity. Only then can you surreptitiously slip it in. Then it's all over in a few minutes, and it's just a matter of getting the word out.
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