Overheard on ABC’s ‘world today‘:
I’m so old that I don’t buy green bananas anymore
John Stewart, retiring CEO of NAB, insisting that he was going because of his age (59) rather than any problems that may have halved the bank’s share price lately.
Well, the title sez it all.
Set off with a carload of treasure at 16:30. La Kestrel fed me tea and sticky bun as a farewell feast.
Drove into the sunset; stopped at Wellington 20:30.
Set off from Wellington at 05:30 in the pre-dawn cold and a full tank of petrol.
Drove through banks of thick thick fog to Uralla for late breakfast (approx 11:00). Too much fat and too hot coffee.
Had to fill up at Ebor. Too expensive ($1.77 /L) and no premium fuel, so opted for a splash (25L) and dash - should get me 300 km. Made a note never to stop at Ebor again. The hand-written sign on the chocolate display cabinet read: “Although these chocolates as past their ‘use by’ date (or close to it) they are still ok to eat - Quality guaranteed”. I abstained.
Great drive down the range to Grafton, passing through about 13:30. They should sell tickets for that road.
Filled up at Kyogle with 98 octane fuel ($1.72 /) lol - cheaper than Ebor. Worried that if the truckies strike takes hold I may never see petrol again. A tank full would get me over the border to visit fun people one last time.
Pulled in at the farm 15:20.
Home, I guess…
Guest contribution from Captain Ken, first published in www.archeologytoday!.com.
Dateline: Somewhere Between Canberra and Up North
In all my years as a journalist for this prestigious magazine, I can honestly say I have not been more thrilled by an SMS message than the one I received earlier today.
For many years a significant piece of Tribal History has been lost, presumed destroyed in the Great Fire of 1989. Imagine my surprise and amazement to discover that the “Scrivener Street Chronicle” has been found!
This amazing discovery was made by none other than noted archeologist Dr Shtevie J. Pratt (esq.). For the last nine months Dr Pratt has been working with the help of a labour force of 73 dedicated coolies, and a D9 front end loader, on the Huge Paper Pile. This massive mound is oft referred to as the “The Most Complete Record of Transactional Minutae Ever Compiled in Human History”. Today, the “Pile” spewed forth one of its greatest treasures, the “Scrivener Street Chronicle”.
Written by monks on vellum sometime in the 1990’s, and illustrated in the psychadelic-celtic style, the “Scrivener Street Chronicle” records dates of an even earlier time, known to some as “the 80’s”. This was a time before civilisation: when cars ran on pure lead, university was free, and more alchohol was drunk than coffee.
Although the authors of the chronicle remain shrouded in the mists of time, their voices can still be heard across the eons from that dim age. And what unbelievable knowledge do they convey! Already historians have made the shocking discovery that ONLY ONE HOUSE existed at 103 scrivener street, not the 40 storey multiplex that is there today. Just as astonishing is the fact that the small chamber leading from the Lounge Gallery was not, as was commonly taught in schools, a place for quiet meditation, but in fact a storage area known as the “Box Room”,which was never entered, remaining sealed for some 12 years.
Further shocking discoveries are sure to be made, as teams of cryptographers decipher the Chronicle, which was written in the language of the day. The strangest thing about the language of the Chronicle is that it has 27 words meaning “Door” at various degrees of volume, inflection and cadence.
This not the first treasure that Dr Pratt has wrest from the bosom of “The Pile” . Earlier this year the “Lost Tax Deduction Receipts” were also found.
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Click on Mr Potato Head - go on you know you want to.
I saw this rental van the other day. On the back door it posed the question:
If you woke up with $100 in your pocket and a sore arse…
…would you tell anyone?
This seems a bit wrong to me, in oh so many ways. Am I just getting old and narrow minded? Is the van comparing itself (or the drivers??) to a low-rent version of Robert redford in Indecent Proposal? And just how does it relate to Pokemon?
– Later –
It seems I’m not alone. Anna Bligh doesn’t like them either and the Advertising Standards Bureau agrees.
I have spent some time mourning the loss of the old woodenspoon.
I let the site languish, like a once-good friend that I couldn’t be bothered visiting. Bored by the same old conversation, the litany of things that should be done, I looked away; sometimes through a glass canoe.
But the wayback machine has saved most if not all of my rants and raves. Yay.
… gotta go — back soonish
Introducing a new term for an old theme. Nature mort, or still life, is:
…art depicting inanimate subject matter, typically commonplace objects which may be either natural (food, plants and natural substances like rocks) or man-made (drinking glasses, cigarettes, pipes, hotdogs and so on) in an artificial setting.
I’ll be posting pix of dead birds and dead bikes under this category.
I quite liked the way the yellow of the crest feathers matches the yello line on the road. An artistic death.
Hi.
This is the first post in this, the latest incarnation of woodenSpoon.
yay, good to be back.
