It's official folks, Adelaide in the state of South Australia has endured its longest heat wave on record.
Generally a heat wave is considered to be the number of days with the temperature reaching or exceeding 100 ?F or 37.8 ?C.
Well, we just had 15 days over 35 ?C and believe me that was hot enough. I had to drive 22 Kilometres each day in a car with no air conditioning. I had a wet towel around my neck to survive. Yesterday I broke out into heat rash, but it has subsided with today's cooler
On top of the other disasters that 2007 seemed to bring (fence falling over, cars that thought we had a pension plan, water heater that blew up and a few other major catastrophes like the computer needing replacement etc, etc, etc. I am delighted to inform you all that it hasn't finished yet!
We are in our ninth day of 35 C heat, that's almost 100 F, with no cool change in sight till the 20th March at the earliest. Yes its a record heatwave for March in Adelaide.
So go on, guess what broke d
Here is where the quote came from:
Sanson: ...................Why are you poets so fascinated with madmen?
Cervantes:................We have much in common.
Sanson: ...................You both turn your backs on life?
Cervantes.................We both select from life!
Sanson:...................A man has to come to terms with life as it is.
Cervantes:
Life as it is.
I have lived for over forty years, and I've seen...
life as it is.
Madness is to believe that only reality is sanity.
Who can guess where this came from?
First prize is for the correct answer is...I won't sleep with you.
After ten minutes of writing and weeks of adjusting the words, I am pleased to
announce that my new series, Doors of Love, based on my blog entries of the
same title, has begun at my hosted pages at Codey's World.
Chapters 1 and 2 are pretty much as they were posted in my blog.
This week chapter 3 is up and is little more than a short bridging scene to the
new story which begins properly (or improperly if you like) in chapter 4 due next week.
There are 7 chapters in all and it is comple
Sometimes we just get carried away with a story or other kind of work, that makes us so pleased we lived long enough to read it or see it or hear it.
So in a fit of rampant abandonment of all restraint I have taken down my treasured Avatar that means a great deal to me personally.
My new avatar is probably a better description of me anyway. I certainly feel related to him.
Anyway I would like to announce that I will now use my EnthMan symbol (my old avatar) as symbol of my appreciation of wor
Recently I fell into that awful trap of missing out on a daily shower.
This sometimes happens to techie types.
A quick sponge-over was all I could manage.
The next day as I prepared for my shower, I looked aghast at my pubic hair.
It had lost its curl.
The short and curlies were long and laying quite flat.
Perplexed and not a little unconcerned, I proceeded with the bathing ritual, showering with as much gay abandon as I could.
After my shower I looked once more at the offending hairs onl
So I have three days where I have to get up early...at 9am
Okay so for most people that is not all that early, but after a lifetime of going to bed as the sun comes,
9 am for me, is like the middle of everyone else's night.
I am tired, very tired. It is 3.35 pm and I have just got home. I look longingly at the reason for existence
but decide to leave the computer off and go to bed for some sleep.
4.14 pm. Ring-ring, ring-ring. ring-ring, ring-ring, ring-ring, I pick up the phone,
Me: "Yo!
Firstly I offer my condolences, respect and tears for the loss of Heath Ledger, a great bloke and a fine actor.
That anyone, especially a man professing to be a man of God, should ridicule a man at his death for not fitting in with their concepts of religion is to me down right abhorrent. To claim knowledge that the dead person is now in Hell is irrational, illogical and deplorable.
Who would do such a thing? Fred Phelps, who else? See the link that TR has provided here
Fred claims to have kn
Cole has provided some advice on making contact with the boys:
I imagine the following might be the outcome of taking Cole's advice.
"Oh Hi. I was just walking past your garage door when I thought you might be able to help me with my phone. I don't seem to be able to get the camera thingy working on the phone and wondered if you nice muscly boys have a clue?"
"Ahh, yeah, sure Pops, we can help," said the twinkier one of the two.
In less time than it takes to say "What nice thighs you have,"
It's Friday afternoon and I am picking up an old friend's ancient computer for which he no longer has any use. I will give it to a deserving family I know.
At least I would if he was home. He is late. Twenty minutes late. So I am sitting in my car waiting, when I hear a door slam in the house next door.
"Sorreeee," says a voice that I just know does not belong to an Australian outback construction worker.
Sure enough, a young man in his early twenties appears wearing a shirt and shorts design
So is it New year yet?
I guess it must be. We have had our usual spate of arrests and murders and other various activities that the local peasants seem to think is necessary for the celebration of the Earth having completed yet another orbit around the sun.
Some of them don't believe in that though, which makes me think of what it must mean to be so obsessed by a belief that others have to be subjected to it, beyond, in some cases, any semblance of validity.
Such things were not foremost on m
This is totally unexpected.
I was typing away working on special things for Codey's World (please see What's New at Codey's World from Ben) when the Muse suddenly appeared and dropped a story into my poor excuse for a head.
So here it is my Chrissy present to you all in the form of a short story called, A Christmas Cage
May you all feel like all your Christmases have come at once.
Merry Christmas.
ɹǝpunuʍopsǝp ɯoɹɟ
sɐɯʇsıɹɥɔ ʎɹɹǝɯ
You can all thank Trab for finally being able to read what I write without standing on your heads.
This week the car's water-pump decided to spring a leak.
The car has proven to be a source of great amusement.
If you hear a story of an Aussie man who took an axe to his car and chopped it up into environmentally friendly pieces, that would be me.
Oh and the tail light fell off too.
I think I'll get the chainsaw out.
And please checkout Graeme's Aussi
So here I contemplate the meanings of blogging.
Dear Diary...
Dear Journal...
Dear Dairy...
I'll keep that for if and when I ever get invited to a farm again.
Dear personal log...
What was the name of the Captain in Star Trek?
I will tell you, it was Captain Slog,
because every episode started with a voice saying, "This is Captain Slog."
Now where was I? Oh Yes,
Dear Desmond's Log...
Uh Oh that sounds a bit rude, doesn't it, or am I just writing things into my log?
I suppose if I we
So my blog is 50 entries old. I never would have thought it possible.
A Poet's Idiocy
I was never enamoured with long-winded but truncated sentences that rhymed or not.
Poetic pretentious philosophical ponderings in abbreviated form with obscure meanings of whatever is being described is not something I generally enjoy in poetry. (There are exceptions.)
At our local poetry reading group,
I must confess to being somewhat bored
With descriptions of tangled clothes on the ironing board
By
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I posted a poem today in the Poetry Nook at Codey's World.
It is called Unwasted Youth < click here
Do let me know what you think.
We now return you to the abnormal blog of DesDownUnder
I'm still gay... and luvin' it.
I read Cato's entry at CW on his home being robbed and thought I would comment here rather than expose the horrid tale more publicly there.
Violence warning: The following is a grisly tale which I have endeavoured to lighten. Yes I am on my soapbox in do-gooder mode. I would say bleeding heart mode, but as you will see it wasn't my heart that was bleeding.
In January 1998, I opened my door to a knock and received a brick to the head for my trouble.
With what little sense I had left I shu
Hi everyone,
I finished this story a few weeks ago. Blue has since edited it for me and posted it in my hosted pages at Codey's World. It was supposed to be a contribution to the "Back to School" collection at Codey's World, but the computer crashed and had to be replaced, thus holding up the story's completion.
With Codey being in such ill health I forgot I promised him I would put a notice here to let you all know about it.
So I will rectify that now, here is the link:
The Best Memories Of
Whatever must you all be thinking of me? I mean it is 12 days since my last blog entry.
So to catch up, my ribs a re much better, thanks. I have a short story in editing stage and I have a new computer operating without Vista.
I think I might have a new poem coming on, but these things can be elusive.
I know I had worked out the opening lines just before I fell asleep last night, but I can't remember a thing about them today, but it was a great idea and I'm sure it revealed several fascinatin
I can't believe I have done it again. No not that, you dirty minded boys!
You may remember, or not, that sometime ago I fell up some marble stairs and broke some front ribs.
This time I fell backwards in the bath tub and did the back ribs in, (just so I would even things up.)
My feet slipped out from under me and I was aware I was doing a horizontal levitation before crashing my right ribs into the side of the bath. Actually I was unlucky as I am so light I would have floated down except for
Setting aside (at last - sort of) the woes of my days,
I am delighted to report that I have had my evil ways,
With the computer software installation,
And set it up for minimal infestation,
By wanderers of Trojan harms
So I am alerted with many alarms,
To all attempts of corruption
Of my new toy.
I seem to have run out of rhymes,
Because I am having the best of times.
Whose blog is this anyway?
Should I run away,
Before I am found out,
and beaten to a pulp.
There it happened again
I'm exhausted!
The new computer is up and running...on Windows XP.
I still have a number of programs to install and the hard drives need to be configured to my
weird standards of operation.
I must tell you of a program I happened across that I bought because I really like it.
It is called "Priority Master 7". Basically it allows you to set priorities for the running of programs in relation to CPU usage. At least that is what I think it does.
Left in auto mode the program boosts the curren
I hate to say I told you so, but I didn't did I?
I never actually said it out loud. So I will say it now.
The current practise of looking for someone to blame
instead of seeking to solve problems is going to cause
the downfall of our society.
There I said it.
What brought this on you may well ask, and I will tell you
because I want you to know, and I am sure you want to know, too, now.
I have suffered under numerous bureaucrats, managers and
other legal obsessed individuals in positions