Sweet Zombie Jesus
It’s nice doing this once a week again, there’s nothing like being demoralised by one of Bill’s comments about something I’ve said which isn’t quite up to his high standards. I tell you, sometimes I cry myself to sleep just thinking about his words, cutting a ravine of pain in my heart.
Lawn Bowls
In my time away from ten-pin bowling (it’s been over a year since I’ve done it properly) I recently decided that I’d try another sport in which I could probably get to the state team with. With my enormous ego, it’s not hard for me to think these sorts of things, why, if I wanted to I could engineer a space elevator to the moon to enable interstellar travel easily. I could do it, I just don’t.
This sport I talk about is lawn bowls. I’ve only been doing it about 6 weeks now but I tell you, it’s quite a good bit of fun. I have done the occasional fun night with friends before but nothing like this, this is proper competition, training, the flat shoes and the white trousers. Oh, the white trousers, if I wasn’t always on the green while wearing the whites to the general public I’d look like I deliver milk or something.
As it currently stands, I’m in the 4th team for Gawler and I’m working my way up. I’m fortunate that I train with guys in the top side so hopefully it won’t be too long before I’m up there but I’ve got an equal amount of chance of moving up if the people above me die. I’m not saying my skill level is mediocre (I’m not one to say such things, a quiet moment with me might allow me to refer to myself as above average but never mediocre), but rather death stalks some of the other members at the club like a caddy on the golf course. Catching every cough, every stutter, heart murmur and dizzy spell. I can see it, surely they can too, I think they may have had it score at one point. I know of a couple of guys in the higher ranked teams tipping the scale slightly south of 90. I don’t refer to a metric weight or anything, I’m talking about years on this earth. 90.
So anyway, now I’m a white leghorn as the saying goes. I’m enjoying it so far and I dare-say it will stay that way for a while.
Yes, I’ve become part of that phenomenon that has overtaken the world, at least the social networking internet part of the world. It can be quite addictive initially, adding friends, apps and yourself to groups. I’ve managed to reduce my usage to occasionally checking it during the day but it’s easy to be drawn back into it again. If you happen to be a part of the Facebook legion then do a search for fatloaf or me and you’ll find a few others who reside on here too.
Xpert Eleven
You may have noticed either through my posts or the forums that there are several of us amongst the Fatloaf brood who enjoy watching a bit of football. As such, Nick found this site earlier this year and has successfully gotten quite a few of us addicted. X11 is quite simple, you join a league and you get yourself a virtual team of players to manage and try to win titles and such. All the while managing their form training, injuries, formations and who gets to play. On top of this you can buy/sell players depending on how much cash you have and focus on upskilling your youth or buying already developed players to fit into your lineup to make it as strong as possible.
So, to us this is pretty important now, the Fatloaf Superliga even has its own wiki page where league records are kept and I even keep track of league ladders and all the awards which are handed out by the system at the end of the season. As far as online management games go, it’s probably one of the best I’ve seen. kudos to the developers who continually update the system and modify it to make it the best game possible. We, of course, spend most of our time putting up press releases about managers being coked up all the time, fighting with other teams, managers dying, going to prison, etc. All the things related to football.
Now, if this sounds like your kind of fun, we can always do with some more teams, we’ve currently got 18 teams split across 2 divisions and you’d be more than welcome. The league ID is 103108, just go to the Xpert Eleven website and you’ll find us.
Defence Air Show
This weekend, after a 5 year absence, the 2007 Defence Air Show is on at the RAAF Base, Edinburgh. I’ll be heading over there on Sunday with my Dad and we’ll be meeting a few other people from the group as well. If you’re somewhat into planes and such, my advice would be to get along, it’s normally a good show.
Foods that should not be consumed
Last night, Paul, Kieran and myself were conversing over a game of Pro Evo Soccer on the PS2, discussing what would be the moralistic result of a fast food establishment calling a burger the “Heart Stopper”. Would the political correctness police pull them up on it or would they just have to change the name to something more appealing to the conservative connoisseur of Fine Fast Foods©. So, in between giggles and shouts of being fouled we came up with something like this (I’ve taken some liberties in it’s contents), remembering that when you’re reading it in your head to use the deep voice over guy’s voice who does those fast food type commercials:
The Heart Stopper
* We take 1 stick of full cream butter
* Then we wrap a schnitzel around it
* And dip it in batter
* Then deep fry it
* We take it out again and dip it in gravy
* and then wrap it in bacon
* Then deep fry it
* Then we slice it up into pieces and put it between two pieces of bread
* With 16 slices of cheddar cheese
* Then we dip that in batter
* Then some more bacon
* Then we deep fry it
* All served with your choice of healthy garden fresh salads
* Deep fried
Personally, I think we’re on a winner.
Arj Barker
Finally, this Friday I’m seeing Arj Barker at The Gov, Arj is a hoot and I’m very much looking forward to it. I think some pre and post performance drinks will be had with my sister as well as some during-performance drinks as well. Fortunately my sister lives within walking distance of the place so it’s not an issue to get home again if I’ve hit too many cans over the course of the night. I’m sure we’ll have fun regardless.
That’s it, second post back and slowly coming back to me now.
Scottand the wreck of you, is the death of you all, and the wreck of you is the break and the fall
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Nice metaphors, but you need to find yourself a dictionary, you freaking retard.
And where will you be retailing your fine cuisine? How do I become an investor? Will it be endorsed by a clown? Will it be available to the mobile snack trucks that service the construction industry?
Big market there…think about it – fat bastards love that kind of stuff.
Whatever sport, fixed.
This has yet to be discussed, currently the IP lies with Kieran, PJ and myself so we’ll have to discuss it at our next board meeting and perhaps attempt the construction of this monster.
Probably best we try while Kylie’s still not around, it may end in tears. Sweet, deep fried tears.
You know what we forgot? Jerky. Deep fried. Wrapped in bacon… And deep fried again! And then inserted strategically into the abovementioned meal. And then deep fried!
When and where will I be able to purchase this burger?