2003-01-12

I was so wrong about Charlton.

After seeing Airport 75 on tele the other night I have no idea how I could have maligned someone who is so obviously humane, sharing, and a wonderful acting talent.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTT!!!

he he he, thank goodness a certain Mr Boi reminded me what a genius we have amongst our whole human midst in Mr Heston. Golly, why have I not seen the light before this?

More to the point vis a vis the self defence comment... thinking more on it, I can't actually say if I would or wouldn't shoot someone in self defence. I have never been in the position where I have had a gun to point at someone who is attacking me (and I have been attacked before, but never in a really life-threatening way unless you count the time the video store got robbed by super ugly knife weilding guy...). But maybe my jungle instincts (if I have any left after living my pussy middle class life for the last five years) would kick in and I would do anything to make me the winner in a game of 'give in and die'. I reckon if I had sproglets I would pop a cap in someone's arse to protect my kiddies, no matter what. Tigress mother action is inbuilt in the women on both sides of my family.

Really its the stupidity and inanity of using the gun as a method of self justification and validation. The idiotic culture of fear tactic that makes people believe they'll never be safe if they do not bear arms. Fuck, they've got more chance of losing a limb doing a daily household chore than they have of being shot.

And in other news... good rainfall contiues in my nether regions where conditions have been pleasantly moist and sticky for a couple of weeks. It may have been 'too darn hot' for the average punter of late, but I thank the good people who built this house for popping in air conditioning... when its too hot to play outside there are plenty of indoor sports that are amusing and fun under an air-con outlet. Sex. I am talking about sex. Having. some. sex. Rubbing uglies. Its good. I would recommend it.

C-gal and I hung out today in her South Yarra abode, painting her newly acquired balcony furniture delightful shades of yellow, bright blue and lime green. She is way chilled after her adventures in Noosa, and has become very mellow and relaxed. I am digging the new C-gal action. She has started triathlon training, and just to make myself feel like I am actually doing something to keep my body on some sort of track I have started doing it with her. New discovery - I hate pushbike riding in Melbourne. Its deadly! I was hurtling down Commercial Road praying that I was in a nice safe gym with a set of headphones, Oprah on the tele, and on a very stationary bike instead of being threatened with imminent death by oversized 4WDs every 30 seconds. I think my triathlons will have to be virtual triathlons, completed in the pheremone soaked harmony of a local gymnasium. C-gal takes it all in her stride (part of her new Buddha mind set thingy I guess) but I did notice a rather worried look on her face as she nearly stacked up the back of a late model Merc as we rounded the corner into Chapel St. She has agreed to some quality gym time as well... just to keep me happy and her spare bike damage free.

So yay, its sunny and hot and I'm being sporty and there's cool stuff happening and I'm back at work making some dough again - it really is all good.

Viva everything!

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