Result: a mass of mail ... well two brief posts ... to the effect:
"C'mon Sledge, what the ferk have you been up to?"That sort of schtick.
"Out with it!"
"Prolly sitting on your arse again?"
So, here's a brief list covering the period from just before the christists' mass.
1. Volunteer-istic. Driving lots of unwell old people to their medical appointments. This arises from attempting to expiate and/or atone for what Haggis-Lite calls "moral laziness". It takes up a lot of time, especially when I lose old ladies in shopping centres and when the odd schizophrenic ends up in two minds as to where they're actually going, if anywhere at all.
2. Literary. Trying to get through James Ellroy's L.A. Noir trilogy without reviewing the contents of my breakfast. 848 pages of dismemberments, bizarre sexual hang-ups connecting, for example, loud music with sodomy, and attempts by a small-f fascist to explain why the LAPD needs to employ homicidal bastards for the greater good of the population.
3. Scholarly. Tried revisiting the Henson debacle after the fact to see if there was anything sensible to be said post-hysteria. I reckoned there had to be something in there to do with a purely metropolitan feud between arty types and christist alarmists. Couldn't see what all the fuss was about myself. Here in Minjup, no self-respecting teenage girl would consent to be photographed with her clothes on. This was the most serious comment I could find:
4. Sporting. Set up the old Scalextric track only to discover that a recent Mini Cooper could easily out-race Mark Skaife's Bathurst Commodore. So much for realism.
5. Financial. Got my final payout from the GWFTB (Gough Whitlam Fund for the Terminally Bewildered). This was quite a large sum, but one I have to live on for the rest of my miserable life. So: an unaccustomed foray into the world of investment. A certain bank which shall remain nameless (save to say that it begins with the first letter of the alphabet and ends with the last) did not want my money. I drove all the way up to Armadillo and they said I had the wrong documents. So I came back here and found them. On return, they needed some other things in addition. I thought: 72k driving to give them my money and they don't want it. It's under the futon.
6. Musical. Tried making a list of all the bands I've ever been in. If this comes off ... more later.
7. Cruciverbal. The WASTE (War on the Australian Sunday Times's Egregiousness) goes on, as readers may be aware.
8. Personal. Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muß man schweigen.
