Fatlo.af

I’ve never really considered this site a true reflection of what drugs can do to you, but when you look at it from side on, this site probably more reflects what your body would look like if you were on say, burger rings.

I am a happy chappy at the moment, I just picked up the latest Penny Arcade book, The Warsun Prophecies”:http://www.amazon.com/Penny-Arcade-3-Warsun-Prophecies/dp/1593076355. Despite sounding excruciatingly close to a badly written sci fi novel, it contains a fuck-ton more humour and more sarcasm than you can shake some sort of stick at.

This book goes well with the other two, Attack of the Bacon Robots and Epic Legends of the Magic Sword Kings.

The Xenides Wedding
A veritable weekend of delights have occurred since we last liaised. A union of sorts has been approved by the high powers that be in the form of a marriage between Andrew and Kate Xenides. Clearly they both didn’t have the same surname beforehand but I can’t remember her last name before the event in question so I’ll just call her Kate. It was a good day, it seemed comparable to what a marriage held directly in one of hell’s ceremonial killing fields due to the heat but at least we had shade under some trees. Although this also had its perils as Kieran found out when a bird decided his jacket was a good place to make a deposit.

The photo’s, oh the photo’s. I think we covered several suburbs in what seemed like a holy-grailesque quest to find the perfect picture. This included the use of some sort of funky walk, a term coined by the photographer. We mocked him. It all ended well with some 700 photo’s being taken just of the 8 of us in the bridal party. I’m sure they’ll look good when we get to see them.

Receptions are a tricky affair, depending on the family they’re always slightly different, always quirky. This was no different, it all started when PJ wandered in, being the last in the bridal party pecking order and went to the wrong side. Once there he didn’t move, by which time I had gotten to the same side only to see that my name tag was distinctly female in nature. Not exactly what I was expecting. My first proclamation at this was directly to PJ in saying: “what have you done”, like he’d just killed a first born or flayed the skin from his hand in an unfortunate bbq related accident.

From there we drank, and drank, and drank. Chris, the lovely apprentice waiter who was looking after us kept our alcohol topped up quite nicely. As far as I’m concerned I only had one beer, one glass of red, one glass of white and a glass of champagne all night. My liver, of course, disagrees.

Fatloaf Brewery
It has all been bottled now, some 30 of them just waiting to be consumed. They needed a fortnight to achieve initial tasting levels, this has been achieved and beta tasting will occur sometime this week. I’m looking forward to it. Apparently after the initial two weeks it goes through an initial fermenatation/carbonation process and then after a month the taste changes quite considerably. I can’t wait, I’m giddy with excitement, FatLager is borne. Loafenbrau is next.

Fatloaf Karting Bonanza
A mistake was made on my part, I forgot the Clipsal 500 was on the same weekend that I wanted the FKB, I am in the process of recheduling it hopefully a fortnight afterwards to appease the other competitors. It looks like it will all work out.

I hope to get in some training down at the track soon, maybe some fitness work too but maybe thats a little too much. I’ve got a biathalon this weekend to compete in with my gym. There will be running and lots of sweating I’d say. I’m going to go out on a limb and say I’ll be fucked come lunch time.

Well, today is slowly, so slowly drawing to an end and I’d like to get in some more surfing, blank staring and general time wasting done before the day ends.