Irishman In Australia Marvels At Tall Buildings

Yes that's right the buildings are really tall here and for my first ten minutes in downtown Sydney all I could do was crane my neck and marvel at how us little insects could build such incredible God-legs. Enough of that though.

So the great Celtic Tigers ceaseless roar has been reduced to a sad mewing noise. That's all I will say about the economic crisis in this blog. Ever. I'm sick of hearing about it. Seriously. I'm living here in Australia in blissful ignorance because of it. Now on to the trivial stuff. The kind of stuff I really like.

Many confusing things have happened in my fourteen months or so in this country. I have seen a thermometer at thirty-two Celsius on Christmas Day (a "cold" day for that time of year), clean streets with not a bin in sight, not getting more money for working on Sunday, supermarkets that don't sell booze and Coldplay.

I'm going to cut this post short because I just saw the video for the Pussycat Dolls latest song and their bastardisation of a great song from the Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack. I am now angered that society can't accept something original and different without "westernising" it.

Now this.

Food For Thought: If Stormtroopers can't shoot straight, how did the Empire manage to subjugate an entire galaxy?

"So I should aim AT the camera you say? It's all so obvious now!"
Gencon, Brisbane, August 08