Saturday, August 28, 2010

Quality family time :)

We've just had a lovely (half) day at the miniature tain rides in vasto place, Balcatta.http://www.ndmes.net/about.html

Run by the Northern Suburbs Model Engineering Society on the last Sunday of each month, there is only one rule- everyone must wear fully closed in shoes- even if you don't intend on taking a ride.

It costs $6 entry for everyone over the age of two, and includes unlimited rides for the kids AND adults. You can get a family of 2 adults and up to 4 children in for $24. There are a couple gas bbq's (free to use) in a fenced off kiddie safe area, a big gazebo that can be reserved for parties and plenty of picnic tables on the lawn area. There is a small kiosk selling cans of soft drink, teas and coffees and icypoles for the kids and a clean toilet block.

The model engines are true replicas running on coal powered steam, and take kids, parents, grandparents and others for unlimited rides between the opening hours of 10am til 2pm. Pack the esky with a picnic lunch and a blanket and spend a relaxed, low-cost day with the kids. I took a newspaper and the kids just went round and round and round making the most of the unlimited rides.

This is not a fancy, plastic theme park with perfect gardens and inflated prices and lots of rules. That's what I like about it. Just some model engine enthusiasts opening their gates to the public once a month to share their passion :)

See you there next month!

Thursday, August 12, 2010

A theist and an atheist walk into a milk bar...

...and then the theist says to the atheist "But, what if you're wrong? What if there is a god and Heaven and hell and you've doomed yourself to live in eternal hell because of your refusal to acknowledge and worship our Lord, the saviour?"

and the atheist turned to the theist and said "but friend, what if you are the one who is wrong?"

If atheists are only clinging to morals by such a thin, tenuous thread then perhaps theists shouldn't be trying so hard to annoy them with stupid questions? If an atheist were to snap, and lose grip on their morals, finally giving in to the urge to murder, I know I wouldn't want to be the one who provoked them.

The Festival Of Life

In Australia, we have a musician/comedian named Kevin Boody Wilson. And he wrote the following song:

The Festival of Life by Kevin Bloody Wilson

Ah, the Festival of Life is 'in' to save my fuckin' soul
They don't want me drinkin' piss or screwin' round no more
But they've got fuckin' Buckley's chance I'm giving you the score
Still the Festival of Life keeps tryin' to save my fuckin' soul
It's Saturday afternoon at last, it's what you've waited for all week
Relax and put the feet up, turn the footy on TV
You're expecting Vern and Bluey round, they'll probably stay all night
A coupla mates and a coupla beers - aw, Christ, this is the life
Well, here they are already, you just heard the car door slam
You wedge yourself out of your chair, get up to let 'em in
But it's some wanker that you've never met, with a briefcase in his hand
Some prick just out of Bible school, who thinks he's God's right hand

Halleluiah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Chorus

Ah, the Festival of life keeps tryin' to save my fuckin' soul
They don't want me drinkin' piss or screwin' round no more
But they've got fuckin' Buckley's chance I'm giving you the score
Still the Festival of Life keeps tryin' to save my fuckin' soul
'I'm Elder Robbins 'n' he's Elder Pike 'n' we'd like to talk to y'all
'Bout eternal salvation, won't take but a minute or more
We got a book we think y'aII should read, 'bout how y'all should live
My, what a charmin' home y'all have - y'all mind it we come in?'
'Well, I'd love t'invite yer in yer know, but the joint's a fuckin' mess
And there's an orgy ragin' in the lounge, and every cunt's undressed!
And I'd love yer to meet the missus, Shirl, but she's a bit crook in bed
She says she's got a real sore throat through givin' too much head!'

Gobblegobble, gobblegobble, gobblegobble


Repeat Chorus

All snuggled up on Sunday mornin' and you wake up with a horn
You grab the missus on the arse, oh, Christ she feels so warm
The scene is set, the mood's just right, you're about to slip it in
Then - (knock knock, knock) - there's that fuckin' door again!

'Good morning, sir, did I get you up?
Sorry, I'm David and this is Pam
We're missionaries who've come to talk of Man's eternal plan
And to discuss the holy future and reflect the holy past.'
So you flash your dick and scream 'I'll holy shove this up your arse!'

Up your arsehole, up your arsehole, up your arsehole

Repeat Chorus

Well it's not like it's just once or twice, it's every damn weekend
Now how d'ya think they'd like it if we done the same to them?
You know, turn up on their doorstep at a time they least expect
Try and ram our way of life down their fuckin' necks!
Just imagine for a minute the reception that you'd get
With a couple of stick books in your hand and a carton on the steps
And your missus chewin' chewin' gum in a really low-cut dress
And you in thongs and overalls-you know, your fuckin' Sunday best!

What a yobbo, what a yobbo, what a yobbo

Repeat Chorus

Gidday, we're pissed-up testecostacals, I'm Kevin and this is Shirl
We've come to introduce you cunts to a whole new fuckin' world
We've come to preach the good news, we think it's what you need to hear
We'll show you more fun in five minutes than you've had all fuckin' year!
Now You, sweetheart, you come with me and I'll teach you how to sin
And Sister Shirl, old sort, 'll suck your sav until your 'ead caves in~
Aw shit, your missus just fainted, so we won't bother comin' in
We'll just piss off back to our place-just drop ten bucks in the tin

'Nother carton, 'nother carton, 'nother carton

Repeat Chorus Twice

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

No Lives Left...

Someone has been playing games with my life for years now. Abusive and Manipultive. For this person I have the following message: