Saturday, September 30, 2006

It's fun being an legal alien, I tell ya
It's fun being an legal alien, yes yes yes yes yes
It's fun being an legal alien, I mean it when I tell ya that
It's fun being an legal alien,
An legal alien, O.K.

Consideration for your fellow man
Would not hurt anybody, it sure fits in with my plan
Over the border, there lies the promised land
Where everything comes easy, you just hold out your hand

Apologies to Genesis

I have been judged and found worthy in the eyes of the Uncle Sam. Scary huh!
I had my VISA interview on Wednesday at the unnatural hour of 8am in the city, and all was straight forward. The Consulate is on the 59th Floor but cannot be reached from the lobby, first you must got to the 10th get checked out and wait for the special elevator to take you to the promised land. There was about 40 other people there, most of which were there for different kinds of VISA's so I was about 4th in queque.
Once you get to the 59th floor another security check, no camera phones allowed but old skool ones are ok aslong as they are turned off. Once I took a drink from my water bottle I was allowed to procede and take a ticket.
Just a normal looking waiting room with booths, the walls were covered with large blow ups from the front page newspapers from around the world on Sept 11 2001, which is less than comforting than a peaceful waterfall and some kittens. This what you are getting yourself in for they seemed to say....still time to run.
Had my documents checked over, sat down, checked over again, paid $494, quick chat with final decision making man. He was very nice, asked why, how and who. I had to raise my right hand (didn't raise my left by following him, but it was a close thing...probably part of the test) and swear that all the information I gave them was correct. Never had to swear like that before. Wasn't sure the best response was, think I said "I do".
Lucky polygamy isn't frowned upon in some sections of the American community.
He said "Looks all good. Congratulations. Do you want to pick up your passport or shall we send it to you?"
That was it.
8-10am and most of that was reading my book.
Went and met Mum in Pitt Street Mall.
The End.


Tuesday, September 19, 2006

The PM, Sticky Fingers and ME

Monday nights at the club are fairly slow, a few drinks and bit of KENO, alot of standing around watching the Pokies being fed. I was told that upstairs was a meeting with little Johnny and friends.
'What the hell would John Howard being doing here?' was my reponse.
"Ohh he does this every so often and it is his seat, and they give him the room for free"
'Ahhh, of all the places in Sydney he gets a free function room here, cheap bugger'

About 2130, I had the bar when a horde of Liberals streamed my way hooting and gibbering striding with determination. Luckly others noticed my plight and joined me behind the bar to repel boarders.
Some minion came up ordered a few beers and a House White, I asked which kind he didn't seem to care except it was for the PM so can he get that one first cause it is for the PM, the PM needs his wine, I'm buying it for the PM.
When I think House wine I go for the Reisling or Moselle on tap, not the better bottled Chardonnay. So I poured a cheap Moselle cause it was for the PM, don't ya know.
The taps have a habit of when you flick them off they have one last spurt of wine and air which ends up coating the outside of the glass with wine aswell.
I passed it along and watched him drink it while pressing the flesh. Him not me.
The fact I'm saying I gave the PM sticky fingers disturbs me, but the public has a right to know.

This other bloke came up a couple of times to order and have a little banter
'So you think the PM will come in tomorrow night'
"You never know your luck'
'Haar harr harr'
He totally laughed like he had seen it written down somewhere once.
He was kind of familar and I had to think about it for a while and still am not certain. All grey suited men seem blur into one so don't quote me.

I think it was this guy's Good Twin.


Saturday, September 16, 2006

To A Untrained Eye They Could Pass For Human.

Last night Me, Ob, Mouse, Tops, Megs and Snerg went to see Cirque Du Soleil- Varekai.
Unbelievably stunning and beautiful doesn't even come close to a fitting description.
A Fallen angel, awesome jungle and sea peoples, Cossacks, Swing sets of Amazement, comedy, romance. It was all there and more. The costumes, oh the costumes, I want I lizard suit, and a Cossack one and the cutest and funniest kids Anaemone outfit and.... Ehh just hand them all over.
These 'people' skills, discipline, trust and energy left me breathless, while they were hardy breaking a sweat.

This swing routinue was the grand finale. At one point they were swinging out over our heads which was all a bit exciting.

Pond people getting jiggy.

If you get a chance go see it.


Thursday, September 07, 2006

Why I like my friends.
(and why I will cry like a girly girl when I leave)

Popped into Games Paradise to get nerded up.

Strolled through the Spanish Quater festival.

Observed some craaaaazy fruits. Yummy lunch of tapas and sangria.

Afternoon of Chardonnay, small plastic boats, treasure and tentacles.

As DV mentioned at ForBattle, the 14 year old nerd boy is never far away.

One day lad, all this will be yours.

A fine Sunday was had by all.


Tuesday, September 05, 2006

ForBattle has a t-shirt frenzy happening at the moment and so when the loverly Fuschia sent me this link, it had to go up.

Coyotes Corner.

I may have to get one of each.

(duh, just realised it the same place as the ForBattle one....)