need to get the fuck out of Kensington.” That’s what some horrible homophobic man Down Under said to this poor fellow. As the policeman in the story said, “It’s an offensive behavior, that’s a summary offence.” Hopefully the police will hunt down this henious criminal, “bring him to justice” and Australia will be a little bit safer.
“It’s an offensive behavior”
The police would like the public’s assistance in finding this guy. Looks a bit like Peter Garrett.
It’s just awful I know, but we’ve got our own problems here in the North East. I’m writing this first part on Sunday morning where the Snowmageddon has finally arrived. When I looked out the window this morning it was falling horizontally, which was quite disturbing to see. It’s only going to get worse. 24 hours from now I’ll be looking at the same snow coming down from the sky. Well actually no, it’ll be different snow, but you get my drift.
I wish you would, because I don’t want any of it. ha ha. It’s really warm inside the house. When I came into this room at 9 am it was 77 degrees, which is about five degrees hotter than I would like it to be. It’s calmed down to 73 now. By contrast it’s a steady 9 F outside.
This girl at the front will be shoving dental implements down my throat tomorrow
On Friday night I went out to a local bar to see my friend’s band play. It was ok this time because there were less people. Last time I went the place was packed and the noise was too much. My ears tend to blow out quickly, so this time I took some ear plugs. Fortunately I didn’t have to use them. The band was ok, but the bassplayer was playing so softly he may as well have not been there.
Sharon, who plays the drums was struggling to get a sound, no thanks to this guy. I don’t know what the fuck he was playing at, but it wasn’t playing the bass in any way he should have. This wasn’t helpful for anyone. It again reminded me why I don’t like playing in random strange places. Most of the crowd talked though the music, and I left after about an hour and a half, it because it wasn’t going to get any better after they had finished playing. The singer works for my dentist, and another girl sitting at a table yelled out to me, “I’m your hygenist!” It’s a small world.
This is kind of a two parter, so I’ll come back to it tomorrow after we’ve seen what havoc or not, the storm has brought forth.
It’s mental here this morning. There’s 4 feet of fucking snow drifts up against the back door. I had to shovel it out in order to get the snowblower out. Then it caught 4 stones in the blades one after the other, which took me 20 minutes to extract out in the freezing cold before I even started to plow. By that time I was almost hypothermic. I tell ya, this weather fucking sucks. Do never live here. Pic rel is the front entrance. Don’t even try walking out onto the sidewalk, it’s buried at least two feet under.
I had to stop and come inside after a a while. I’m not a fan of frostbite. Half of it is done and yet it’s still fucking snowing! Last night I started to move some of it off the front steps even though the snow was going to continue all night until today. I have found that if you don’t remove some of it in stages, it’s even harder when it all piles up which it will inevitably do. Anyhoo, I’ll have to finish getting it all off the driveway, if I am to get to the dentist tomorrow. That visit seems far more enjoyable than this snow bullshit is.
Good Day
“Kensington Frensington, nude boy”