Quote of This Day

While shopping...

Doc: "Dad, before we go, I just want to go and see some underwear"

Doc's Dad: "What? For... down there?"

GRAPHIC granulation

Howdy

Over the Australia Day Weekend, I went away with my sister to some friends' beach mansion in Coolum, Queensland.

On day 1, I went for a sixer (third definition). I was walking down their driveway when I slipped over some loose gravel, and I took out the side of my right hallux (big toe, yo).

Given the nature of my career path, I found watching the healing process fascinating. So fascinating, in fact, that I just had to document it. If you don't wanna see, then stop reading. The thumbnails are small to avoid a confronting encounter for the weak-stomached. Click them for high resolution images.

It's pretty fucking gross, and in case you wondered - yes it DOES hurt like hell!

(In case you're wondering, the thready stuff around the toe is from bandaging)

There is a lesson to be learnt here. The lesson is that I am an idiot.

Missed you!!!

Idiom for Courtney

Courtney was the 'one' for me.

She has been with me through thick and thin.

She had never let me down.

She cared for me and I cared for her.

At the moment I am working on several other blog posts, but this one takes priority on this day because... well... Courtney let me down.

Courtney is my car. The idiom in focus is - "when it rains, it pours"

I have never had a dull day with Courtney until a fortnight ago when I went back to Queensland after a lovely summer in Melbourne. Since then:

• Trunk latch mal-functions. It is now secured with rope until she can see a mechanic. The inconvenience of accessing the trunk via the back seat slowly drives driver mad.
• Courtney's clutch fluid leaks out, cannot get into 1st gear to begin moving. Courtney and her driver stuck in the middle of the road with cars flying past at 80 km/hr. Angry passers-by yell and swear at driver.
• Courtney's driver seat belt can no longer retract. Seat belt now loose. Driver forced to drive under unsafe and illegal circumstances.
• Busted tire on the way home from the Sunny Coast. Puncture too big to repair. Driver replaced the tyre with a spare, but now needs a replacement spare. Unfortunately the fuck-off rare tyres are proving impossible to find. Looks like driver might have to fork out $500+++ for a whole new set, soon. :(

(I must admit, changing a tyre makes you feel so manly and damn sexy)

All of this culminated into one of the worst series of unfortunate events that I could think of because last week I had friends visiting from Melbourne that I had to drive around. This weekend my sister is up from Melbourne and I need to be driving her around AND this weekend is a fucking public holiday (Happy Australia Day, bitches - woo!) so no one (i.e. mechanics) can help me.

What's next? 

Perhaps the law of Murphy will make true, this idiom - "everything that can go wrong will go wrong".

Oh Courtney. Why have you forsaken me?