Friday, June 30, 2006

It's all my fault! Dammit!

Our boys did a fantastic job on Tuesday morning against Italy in the round of 16 at the World Cup.
They held them to nil all until a dicey, dicey decision by a(n obviously blind, or well paid) Ref gave the Italians a penalty kick right on full time.
That of course, despite Mark Schwarzer's greatest effort, sealed the match.

Italy 1 - 0 Australia.

But just wait, in 4 years, we'll show those bastard Refs.

In all seriousness, I think it was actually MY fault we lost.
Here's why....(glad you asked)

Well, for all the other games Australia has played, minus the Japan game, I went along to my local cinema, which was screening all the games on the big screen, with plenty of other fans etc, to watch.
And while I was going along this path, Australia was going along the path to utter glory.
However, after my day celebrating at the Y&J, I decided that for the Italy game, I was going to go into the city, with 60,000 other football mad / FIFA Fevered Melburnians - Aussies and Italians (Melbourne has a huge Italian population), in the wee hours to watch the game on giant screens erected all over the city. I was looking forward to a big BIG game, lots of celebrations and heaps more pics. Two of the three, as you are no doubt well aware, didn't quite happen - I got heaps of pics, but more of angry Melburnians chanting "Bull-Shit Bull-shit" and lighting flares and threatening to riot.
Seriously, at one stage, it could have tipped that way and I reckon it was real close to.
However, I digress, because obviously, the weight I had moved from Belgrave to Fed Square, tilted the axis of the planet in a way that meant the Ref left his glasses at home and gave Italy THAT penalty.
So Australia, lay the blame at my feet, and I will bear the burden of the responsibility.
Guus and the boys did a marvellous job.

While I was there, a weird thing happened.
Here is the story.... (glad you asked)

For a start, a bit of a background, have a quick squize at this post on Paige's "Life Goes On" blog.
In it, she questions the "Older Men, Younger Women" phenomena.

I have to confess here, that yes, over the last few years, most of the women I've "met" (and I use the term loosely) are more of the early twenties persuasion.
I have NO idea why. It just turns out that way. Yes they're attractive. But so are women my age (33) and older. The oldest woman I've been out with was 42; I was 27.

Even by my own admission, I am immature. Seriously, I really am.
In many ways. And I admit to being stunted in my growth by the standards of women (and men) my age, by a long shot. I am actually (big admission here) quite intimidated by women my age. Not in that "She earns more, she's smarter" way or anything like that, quite the opposite. I'd love to meet a woman with money and brains and beauty. But I know, yeah I know, that they'd take one look my way and just go "Nuh". It's the way it is. Always. And I have the empirical evidence to back my claim.

So I was reading Paige's blog. And I got to thinking, that really, it's the connection that counts. Not age.
I replied to Paige. Said something about the connection - age doesn't matter etc.

So anyway, I'm standing there at Fed Square on Monday night, wandering around taking photo's of people as we were all getting fired up for the big game.
I glance across to my left as I'm getting ready to take a shot of these people over yonder.
"Whoa!" I think to myself. "She's gorgeous", noticing an attractive young lady over in that glance.
She was kinda looking my way.
One of us smiled, the other smiled.

Pretty soon, we got to chatting.

4Hrs, an entire football game, a dicey dicey decision (my fault) later, we parted ways, with her taking my number. (And no she hasn't called. Frankly, I'm not expecting her to - that's the way it is, but there is plenty more to be said about all that at another time.)
Her age? (Glad you asked)


Go figure.

So anyway, as I said at the beginning, It's All My Fault...
Yes, Australia were knocked out of the World Cup AND, like I said, I'm pretty sure this lovely young lady will not call.

Before anyone says "Mini-Vinnie, have some confidence/faith in yourself" -
I AM 100% confident she won't call.

Before anyone says "Mini-Vinnie, You're a (Insert generous adjective ranging from 'Hot', 'Gorgeous', 'Cool', 'Special & Unique', 'You Deserve', 'blah blah blah bullshit' I've heard heaps of times from people who are not ever gonna put their money where their mouth is) guy that plenty of women would love to call and go out with; she'll call", I'll ask this...
If this is so true, then why do I have to make this point?

Monday, June 26, 2006

World Cup Fever!!!

I have the bug.
We ALL have the bug.
These pics fron the Young and Jacksons Hotel in Melbourne, last Friday, celebrating our entry into the round of 16 at the FIFA World Cup.


Come on Aussie come on
come one
Come on Aussie come on.

We play Italy tonight. This is the furthest Australaia have ever been in the World Cup.

And YAY!


Tuesday, June 13, 2006



Australia not only kicked its first ever World Cup Fainal Goal, but kicked THREE of them, all in the last 10 minutes to WIN 3-1 over Japan.

Smiles all 'round!

Australia hasn't even seen the World Cup Finals as a team since 1974, our only appearence prior to 2006.
In that tournament, we lost our first two games, 3-0, then 2-0, then drew with Chile at 0-0.

So, to get our first goal EVER was just awesome.

So, to all the boys, and Guus Hiddink - but particularly Tim Cahill (two goals) and John Aloisi (the other one)......
Congratulations....And THANK YOU!


THIS is something to celebrate...

Saturday, June 10, 2006

IS death something to Celebrate?

I'm not gonna defend Al Zaqawi in any way shape or form.
The guy was an evil bastard.

But why were all the papers and TV news presenting his death as something to celebrate?

Parading the picture of him dead all over the place, the apparent rejoicing in his death, showing the footage of the impact of the bomb and the front page headlines; the way this whole thing has been done, is, in my Extremely Humble Opinion, fuckin sick.
That grainy monotone footage of the impact of a bomb that killed.
The way this has been carried out in the media shows me how sick we as a people the least, we in the west, who claim to be oh so Holier than thou by 'liberating' the people of Iraq, by setting the moral code for the 'uncivilised' world to follow, are.

So why the big deal in the papers?
Is it really going to end Al Quiada*?

The 'leaders' of the Coalition and their (dis)respective Governments must have been wetting themselves with the excitement of having this news. For them, it was "Good News" for the folks back home. And a chance to prove to the critics that it is all good after all.
"See, look at the progress we are making...the world is so much safer now, and so is Iraq".

I sure as hell haven't seen people dancing in the streets over the news.

A man died and celebrations of his death follow.

A man died and his death becomes political fodder.

Either way, is death something to Celebrate?

*please forgive my spelling. I'm not too keen on googling on al quaeda to check it.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

The World didn't end

Satanists were rejoicing.
Christians were praying.
The rest of us just looked at the date and read the hyperbole and some of us even had a little chuckle to ourselves.
But, guess what....


My point? Well, none really. Just that the world ends as we know it everyday; everymoment of everyday. With the tick of every second, and the tock of the next, the world is a different place. Nothing remains the same.
We are in a world of constant flux, no one moment being the same as the one before or the one after. No moment in time being replicable, or replacable.
Try to enjoy every moment as it happens and for what it is; that moment.
Try to enjoy the hard moments. A hard moment is proof that we are alive, and not merely existing - they are life.

Where the hell did that all come from? What was I just overcome with?
See? Blogs are cathartic.
I'm back to normal now....

Friggin Liberals!
Our troops were sent over to Dili to get themselves between the fighting factions of the East Timorese army and the gangs that have taken advantage of the dis-unity between the army, police and all the factions.
Not an easy task by any means....Definately NOT a holiday.
Well, not my idea of a holiday anyway.....3 months on a tropical island. I mean, they've nearly got the holiday bit down - 3 months on a tropical island, only mine doesn't involve being shot at or having machette wielding gangs chasing me around and putting myself between said machette wielding gangs and defencless, innocent third parties - women, children, the old, weak etc.
So anyway, these troops, apparently, aren't in any danger. Nor is the complete lawlessnes and anarchy of Dili a "warlike" state of affairs. I'd bet the 2600 Aussie troops won't neccesarily agree wqith all of that in its entirety.
So, the Australian Government has decided, that these 2600 troops "not" in any danger, don't qualify for service benefits. I.E. Danger money ($150 per day on top of regular pay), service benefits when they return (the bit where they've looked after us so we look after them forever) and more importantly (IMHO), these troops, who ARE serving, will not have their time, effort and potentially their limbs and lives recognised by our government as having served in conflict.
Given, the troops in Iraq and Afghanistan are more likely to come under fire from rocket launchers, IED's, and guns, but these guys over in Dili, as I pointed out, aren't exactly on a holiday.
So why are the troops in Dili NOT being recognised as members of the ADF serving for the ADF?

Shame Nelson. Shame Howard.
Shame Liberals Shame!

I also just bought a new camera.
I haven't done any photography for years; from when I used to sell prints at markets and stuff.
An awesome camera too.
However, being the luddite and traditionalist I am with photography, I use film, and have never ventured into digital.
SO, as much as I'd like to get stuff up into the Blog-ether, it'll be quite some time me thinx till I do.

That is all for today.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006


Yay...Satan Day. June 6th, 2006. (6/6/6)

Today is that one day every century we get to openly sacrifice virgins and drink the blood of goats (although up here in Belgrave right now, I'd rather have something else going on with the goats) - I'M LONELY! And cold.

Yeah, ok, I'd even take a virgin. And a heater!

So, to ode his Dark-Lordedness, and because I have no morals left after already succoming to the global phenomenon that is posting song lyrics (re: selling my soul to blogging)... I offer to the world, a work from 1982 that is not mine: I didn't even have my pen license in 1982, let alone was I writing the great literature that was Iron Maiden's "Number of the Beast", from the album of the same name.

The Number Of The Beast
Iron Maiden
[Steve Harris]
"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea,
for the Devil sends the beast with wrath,
because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast
for it is a human number,
its number
is Six hundred and sixty six."
I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind
What did I see can I believe
that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams
were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
'Cos in my dream it's always there
the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair
The night was black was no use holding back
'Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
Was this all for real or some kind of hell
666 the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
The ritual has begun Satan's work is done
666 the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or just some crazy dream
But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
They seem to mesmerise me ... can't avoid their eyes
666 the number of the beast
666 the one for you and me
I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take it's course.
In 2106, I'll dig up the words to Motley Crue's "Shout at the Devil".
PS...go to

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Just topping up the Pantry

Just topping up the Pantry a little...
Yes, Filler not Killer.
But at least there is something here.

Oh, that and today's BIG question......

Have we REALLY Evolved?
Or do we just tell ourselves we have?

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