Grand Re-Opening: Now With Added Soy

Welcome to the official re-naming ceremony for the blog. I use the the word 'official' loosely. Actually, I use the words 're-naming' and ceremony loosely too, as I am not about to smash a bottle of champagne against my computer. The poor thing doesn't really need any more reasons to run slowly. I decided to stick with the "tropical" theme because of the branding *Snort* and I the fact that I am entirely unoriginal, however, I was deposed from my position as Queen when I left Darwin, oh, last March. Don't go accusing me of making rash decisions here.
I would therefore like to welcome you to my revamped home in balmy sub-tropical Sydney. The blog is also wildly sub-par, as is my intelligence, so the name really works on many levels.

Who Wants To Step Up?

One of my favourite daily interweb activities is reading the NT News. I have never seen another newspaper with so much entertainment value. Who else has the journalistic integrity required to write those hard-hitting stories about crocs, car crashes and the bloke who only had one cheezel in his fun-size bag? That last one was not meant to be dirty. Honest.

The greatest section, by far, is Txt The Editor. It has that unique combination of public opinion and people who are unable to spell real words. Today I stumbled across this little gem:

I am a student at Taminmin high school, we are not allowed mobile phones at school yet with out bells we don't know when to go back to our classes and who is the snorkel who came up with this? jack, humpty doo

Are there any volunteers to explain the wonderful invention called the "wristwatch" to the young lad?

Is It Still Holidays?

Does it still class as being on holidays when you simply don't have a job? I'm figuring that as of tomorrow I need to start calling myself an unemployed bum.
See, during school holidays I feel completely justified in claiming that I'm on holidays. I'm just on holidays from a non-existent job. I can't work when the schools are closed right? So, by default, I must be on holidays. It is flawless logic.
Short of one of those flukey calls from the department at 8:30 tomorrow morning miraculously offering me the perfect job, I think I may be waiting a few weeks for some relief gigs (come-oooooonn second wave of swine flu). On the plus side, I'm sure my joblessness makes me a prime candidate for a Today Tonight exposé. Finally, my dreams will be fulfilled!

De-jammied

I like to tell myself that the reason I stayed in said jammies till midday was that I'm on holidays. But, you see, it's not really holidays when you don't actually have a job. What do I put as my employment status on surveys? Was I lying on the last census when I called myself unemployed even though I had literally moved interstate two days prior? How entitled am I to spend all day in my jammies? These are very important questions. Especially when you are "on holidays" and have loads of time to ponder crap.

Resumption of Normal Service

Shall I return to regular posting? Yes, I think I shall. Stay tuned for more (when I get out of my jammys).

The Adventure Continues

Preparations for the impending move to Sydney are in mid-swing. Meaning we're kinda ready, but we kinda can't really be stuffed doing any work because boy, oh, boy is there work.

So far the most exciting job has been cleaning the gutters. I can feel the breeze generated as you shake your heads in amazement from here, but hear me out first. These were not ordinary gutters, well, they were once, but no longer. They were more than mere rain receptacles, they were fully-blown ecosystems. There were plants with complex root systems in there. There was lichen. There were earth worms. Really, earth worms! This is what happens when you don't clean your gutters regularly peoples. One of the many joys of DHA housing- finding out what the people in there before you completely neglected before you and/or covered up with a bodgy repair job.

On another move related note, as I have been out of the tropics for over six months (and sometimes I think Melbourne is part of the Australian Antarctic Territory) I feel that I may ahve to tweak the blog title. Any thoughts?

Really? Really?

What is wrong with people? Apparently, in some circles, it is ok to call someone a skank using global media. Can't see what could possibly go wrong with that. It would seem the moment people sit down at a computer their brains explode and they revert back to their five year old selves. Pfft!

All I can say is I hope the madness isn't catching.