Author: Morgan Avery

Baby and I went down into the city to have a look at the buskers (there’s some sort of busking festival thing on), didn’t have much luck, due to work commitments today we couldn’t get there till late, so it’ll have to be another day. Tried to take a picture of some really scungy looking buildings, but what turned out emphasised the good…

Found another thing for the Street Art page.

Also, one of my fishies is looking like it wants to die… It’s been sitting in the corner and not moving… Poor little Hungry, he was always being picked on by the others, so maybe it’s not surprising he’s gone antisocial.

People who know me, know I don’t often do product testimonials, but this site is the shiznit!

If you’ve ever read a book by Hunter S. Thompson, you might have noticed that he’s actually better only in small doses… So maybe just read a few pages a day, or whatever. But even better than that, is skipping all his old stuff entirely and just reading the modern shiznit. Check out this little rant, which is full of all to much obviousness for people on the outside of the US looking in, but might be cutting and insightful to people on the inside looking at their own navels.

I’ve been thinking… I need more pretzel bandwidth… I can only produce enough saliva to eat one at a time… And I need a break between pretzels to recover from the salty overload that each one packs in its overnight bag… Solutions?

Talk to me you bastards!!!

I’m the pimpin’est mother fucker in the world. I also like Pretzels.

Added some new stuff, well, some of it is new, some of it is just old stuff that I’ve changed the presentation of. Street Art. Hot Police Action.

Snapped out of our happy dozing by an animalistic scream from across the park… Jumped out of bed to peek out the window and get to watch someone smashing the hell out of a car with a bat… Hot red grabs the phone to call the police while I keep an eye out, young Dylan appears on the deck beneath our window with his scanner, eventually the police start to arrive, first comes a delta unit, then the eagle police helicopter. The police dispatcher asks that we go across to identify the house etc, so we do, we get there as the delta guy gets his dog out of the back of the wagon and starts sniffing the various scents around the place "Wait right there guys!", so we do. He takes off up the side of the house, another car appears, Dylan points the officer up the side of the same house, he dissapears, another cop arrives, according to Dylan’s scanner, Eagle was hovering over the ‘suspect’ (as if there’s any doubt, right?) telling the delta guy where to go… They bring a little-man down the side of the house, with a bit of scuffling and complaining, I’d never be as stroppy with police as this guy, but then I’m not a retard, and I’m not usually drunk, not very anyway. So there he is, scuffling with a bunch of cops, even as more arrive… And there we are, watching and snickering… "Why don’t you guys do your jobs" or some equally ridiculous crap… Anyway, we gave a statement, and drifted back to the house.

What an excellent suburb. And what an excellent police force. Didn’t need guns or anything.

When I woke up, on my desk was a gorgeous (and huge) sunflower from my baby… And a nicely wrapped box of pucca. It kicks ass to be loved.