Ronnie the Dog, Part 2

Giving this another go... Blogger don't seem to like me much, may be because it's grumpy as I'm here so seldom now a days? Can Blogs go grumpy? Or do the go blumpy??? Sorry.. I should go on and tell you that finally all the legal details have been sorted (I talked to my, previous[ly], lovely neighbour and told him that if he didn't get his act together I'd tell all the world about his pink underwear with fluffy rabbits on [Oups]) and you can finally "enjoy" the final bit in the Ronnie Saga. I really should tell you that it has been a hard year, I have spent many a sleepless night and day trying to remember the details to fully be able to put you "in" the story.... Eh, maybe not, but I could have, not just that I'm a lazy little ######, so, no more preamble here it is, the second and final part of the Missing Ronnie saga:

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Now when I found out that Ronnie was missing I of course tought "Good onya Mate!" that he had run away instead of getting bullied into makeing miraculous papadams (or some such) or be thrown in the little blue rubbish bin with orange ribbons (without his chrispy dog biscut at that!).

But when I tought about for a while I came to realise that without Ronnie, who would organise the other dogs in the morning prayer? Who would make those miraculous papadams I so craved (but had never had)? And, I liked Ronnie, the number of times we had sat up under the stars howling at the moon... I knew I just had to find him! His life wasn't that bad, Mr and Mrs Marzoq, for all their dog-make-miracles hookyspooky (not sure if that's a word, but it sounds like it acurately describes what they were up to) weren't all that bad, not all dogs had their own King Sized memory foam mattresses with built in biscuit dispenser.

So I set of right away to find Ronnie, right after talking having dinner, a bath, changed socks and kissed my mum goodnight, pretened to sleep for 18 minutes and sneakily sneaked down in the basement and packed an emergency-dog-finding-pack (contents secret) that is.

But my problem lay in that I, although having ocassionaly sat in on the dogs prayer meetings and howled at the moon, did not have much clue of to where a dog would runaway to if he were to run away (which a dog had done in this case). If figured that if he had run to the moon I'd have to go home and repack my emergency-dog-finding-back somewhat, and as that would require me to sneakily sneak into the basement in the dark I decided against it. So I guessed my best course of action were to try get a dogs perspective on things, so I duly sat down on my hunches and howled at the moon and munched on a crunchy-dog-biscuit.

After about 10 minutes of howling and munching my mouth started to taste like something bad, like crunchy-dog-biscuits I guess would be the best explanation, and sitting on the ground when it's freezing, and your not actually a dog but just trying to be one, is rather over rated i found. I had of course not gained any greater insight into where a dog would run away to when he ran away, apart from knowing that I couldnt sit and munch on crunchy-dog-biscuits and howl at the moon any longer.

But that was enought for me, and I set of in the general direction (not the general direction of anything, just in the general direction of the direction). Now setting of in a general direction, can seem like a nice idea when you have no clue of where it is you want to go, but after a while when you don't really know where the general direction of home is anymore, and when everyone you meet is called Mr or Mrs Pinetree (oh, or Junior Pinetree, but he's generally rather shy) and your visibillity is rather limited as Mr and Mrs Pinetree like to live close to Mr and Mrs Pinetree 2 and 3 and 4 and ..... And they all want Junior's Pinetree to be able to sleep without being disturbed by Mr Moon or Misses Stars, well the general direction is a bit to vague..

At this stage I, even though I was (and am) a very brave young (ish) lad started to get a little bit afraid, especially as I could hear moon howling, and appart from Mr Mutton and his dog Hans, I could think of nonone else living out in these parts. Unless of course it was Ronnie! (with some friends, but Ronnie's always been a popular guy so he'd be bound to make friends with anyone he met). So, with newfound optimism I set out in the not-so-general direction of the howling. But after a while I found that the howling seemed to be moving around, and unfortuantely moving away from me.

Panic!

No way I could catch up with the howling Ronnie and his friends on foot, under Mr's and Mrs's Pinetree, without the help of nice Uncle Sun. Strangely us humans when we panic don't think entierly rational, and I was (..) no exception and started running in the somewhat-more-general direction of the howling, for about 15m or so before I SMACKED into Mr Pinetree 4511 and ended up on my hunches, facing the moon.

Where I opted to do the most natural thing anyone in my position could do; I started howling at the moon and eating crunchy-dog-biscuits... And there, under the tree, whapping (my troat had given up by now) at the moon and munching pine cones (not much different from the crunchy-dog-biscuits) is where the search and rescue party found me in the morning...

Apparently my mum had, when being woken up at 5.37 to 5.38 by praying and barking had run up to my room to tell me the good news that Ronnie hadn't shrinked his responsibilites and had come back in time to lead the prayer. Or well, she would have told me had I been there, and as mums seem to do a lot she panicked (not by running into a tree and howling at the moon) but by shouting for my dad that I was missing and calling all the neighbours to organise a search and rescue party (no point calling the police where we lived as they consisted or Mr Larsson and his blind dog Snuffy who both tended to fancy the pink mushrooms a bit to much).

Well, as you can understand I (after the initial "Ohh, there you are, we have been soooooo worried" hugs and stuff) got into a lot of trouble for runnig away to be with the wolves and howl at the moon (and for stealing dads imported wheatbix) and had to talk to a woman in a white coat that said that I was a huuuman being and not an animal, and that you could tell that by me being able to use my hands when I went to the toilet.. I found that rather stupid as I already knew I wasn't a dog because I didnt much fancy crunchy-dog-biscuits (or wheatbix) and couldnt scratch my nose with my back paw...

So, wrapping up the story and giving you some morals: When a responsible miracle working dog runs away, don't go following him in a general direction, just wait until the following mornings prayer!

/The End

Evil rates

Hm, haven't written a post for a while.. But that is only because I have no inspiration anymore, there's just tiredness in my tired little Head (that seem to be loosing hair at some rate, not entierly sure what the rate is, but it is a rate at least.. Stupid head, maybe they are connected? This no inspiration, tired head and hair loss? Never thought about this before... Tired = Stupid head = No inspiration = Hair loss.. hmm, the things you can think of when you write blogs...) .. How do you continue a sentence when you have like half a thesis of parenthesis stuff in between?? I don't know, hence I just ignore it, well, I didn't as I wrote about it obviously, but I didn't finish my actual sentence... Oh well, time to move on...

So, moved on to a new and special line, even have a nice and empty, white (in my editing Window, guessing it will be greenish later), line.. Hm, interesting stuff this, white/green special empty lines I must say, ah, hm, you don't think so? Hm, again, I like "Hmm" it's like a good word, that isn't a word, and you can use it for lots of things like, eh, instead of writing "Thinkinn\g for something to say, but probably failing miserably", much shorter to type "Hmm", oh, and the way I used before which is just "Hm" and not Hmm (with 2 m's) meaning something like "Yepp, I got no clue what to say now" Or "O dear me, I'm being rather silly at the moment", maybe it even means different things than that..

Moved on again (another awesome empty line for you!) to a new topic, Running, I'm going to run Bridge to Brisbane on Sunday.. 12km it is, so went practicing on Tuesday, 12km isn't so bad, it's like nothing man! Well, ok, it is 12km which is 12000m or 12 million millimeters which, had I been an ant, would have been my preferred unit of choice (double something rather there... preferred and choice, not good English I have read somewhere)


Moving on again... two lines this time, gotto be time for something special now, maybe 3 empty lines?



No, I should no longer bother your time with you... ? Dumb sentence.. what would your time be without you? I blame my hair-loss-rate for that statement. So, the end this is, the end of my attempt of a blog post, admittedly there have been a while since I last wrote one, and I have become one year older.. (oh, my hair-loss rate have had some time since the last one, no wonder this one suck!)

After the last empty line it is time to say goodbye to you: Goodbye you!

Wroooooom!!!

So, time to update this blog then.... Havent done it in a while, have started a couple of times, but by some reason blogger is not happy with firefox by some reason, or it's just not happy about the combination of firefox, windows vista and me.. Probably more accurate.. somewhat anticombinationalistic me thinks..

Anyways, writing about why I haven't been writing, although excuses sometimes can be good (I have been so tired, so tired... ooooh, the tiredness of work.. ) can often turn into whingeing (no no, I never whinge, just make informative remarks to people that, generally, can't hear me) and as such is ridiculously boring to read!

Did it again.. I seriously need to start having some content to these blogs, especially when they are like months apart... I mean, one should be able to find out some interesting topic to write about in that amount of time (well, smart people can, or at least people that can think about things that may, but mostly not, be interesting for other then themselves) don't you think?

Oh, do you think btw? I guess you do, but I mean really think, like about something? Not brooding, I can brood (or daydream, the swashbuckling duels I have done in my life with a fair lady by me side.. [eh, you don't need to read that, forget I said it.. please?]) and it doesnt require any effort what so ever.. but thinking that is hard! So, when you think, what do you think about? (if you want to say what you daydream and brood about, well, that is fine too) Do you think about how to solve the green house gas emmissions by stealing all the worlds oil and drink it?

Hmm, my mind just stopped working (not that it seems to be working very often, but can't even write about nothing anymore!!) so I'll wrap this post up, althogh I think you should have something to wrap before you can wrap it up.. Weird word that, wrap up, like you have this thing you've been talking about and then you put it on sticky plastic and folds the sticky plastic around it... Does it mean that when you "wrap it up" you take the stuff you have been talking about with you and place it somewhere for the future? Seems kinda useless to me to talk about things if that's what you'll end up doing, I always though that when you talked to people you wanted them to remember what you said... not take it and wrap it up so nobody can touch it (people being ants???).. So, i'll wrap this up though, as it's not talking about anything you have any use of remembering... Feel how the wrap releaves your mind of my rubbish...

So long kalsong! (lame oh, so lame)

Marriages

Hi, oh-gifted-with-above-average-intelligence-blog-reader, how has (or should it perhaps be have? my grammar is as useless as my sawing abillity [dunno if that actually tells you much unless you know how good i'm at sawing {ok, you could extrapolate and say that, as my grammar is crap, my sawing ability would be crap as well, but that would be to turn my supporting statement around on itself, which would make the statement rather useless, unless I wanted to explain to you how useless I am at sawing...} which I doubt that you do] guess there should be something here to justify my use of paranthesies..) your day/week/month/year/life been? I hope it has been splendid and that everything you touch turns to gold (figuratively, we all know I could say that it would be very annoying if everything you touched would turn to gold, but hey, your an OGWAAIBR so you'll know that already, so I won't insult you by saying it (just, not so, briefly mention that I could have, had I held you in such high esteem).

Anyways (one of my favourite words that, together with my current favourite "gosh", although "anyways" have been on that list longer, and will probably outlast "gosh") I guess I should write something that justifies the title I wrote, that is, something about marriages...

Marriage:

hmm, intended to give you Encyclopaedia Britannica's definition of marriage and then talk about all the people I know that currently are going to get married... But no, that is not so fun (and it may be a contientious (?) issue as well, but, there are two types of marriages I will give you the definition for...

Morganatic Marriage:

legally valid marriage between a male member of a sovereign, princely, or noble house and a woman of lesser birth or rank, with the provision that she shall not thereby accede to his rank and that the children of the marriage shall not succeed to their father's hereditary dignities, fiefs, and entailed property.

Must say I kinda like this one, if I ever get married I definitely will make sure my marriage will be a morganatic. I mean, just think of the problems I avoid, there's no way my wife will marry me just to clime up to my lofty social hights, nor will she marry so that her children will later overthrow me and (with her as their "advisor") manage my huge and wealthy fiefdom!

But, if one doesn't much like women and think they are to much effort and they don't last long enough... Well, then a tree marriage may be something to go for:

symbolic marital union of a person with a tree that is said to be infused with supernatural life.

The good thing with a tree marriage, is that it has multiple purpouses.. Not only can you get married to a big green thing that is infused with supernatural life and will carry your legasy for the next couple of hundred years.. No, if you by some reason change your mind and really really want to marry a widow (dunno if you can marry a tree whose former husband died) you can quite happily do so (provided you chop down your tree)

Tree marriage may also be a form of proxy marriage. In one such practice, between a bachelor and a tree, the tree was afterward felled, thereby endowing the man with the widower status required to marry a widow

Pretty good thing hey?

Told you before I wouldn't say anything about people I know getting married as it was boring.. I lied, filthy habit I know, but just cant help it every now and again..

Must mention that my dear friend Nathan "Smelly" Campbell is getting married to his Robyn. And, yours truly have been asked to help groom him on his very special day, yours truly feel quite honored (but is at the same time somewhat worried that he will somehow manage to miss the ocation, as, from experience, that is what he's done with every other wedding he should have attended to the groom in some fashion...) that he's deemed worthy to do such a thing.

That is not all I have to say today, but it is probably all that you can be bothered to read, and all I can put on "paper", no, lied again.. just a thing that popped up in my head, words in relation to intelligence.. Now, some people may think that someone that can use many words would be intelligent, but, this is my thought, wouldnt someone that is pretty intelligent only have to use very few words to say the same thing as a not-so-intelligent person would need heaps of words for?

Until next time!

Footnote:

While searching for some image relating to marriage... apparently there are marriage agencies.. Wonder if they do morganatic marriages? Check out this site if your ready to get married!

Going to work, as a real man

So, two (for me) pretty hectic (of sorts) week, with me starting a new job (first full time job too)! Not that I have much exciting stuff to tell you, well, it is kinda exciting if you happen to be excited by overheads (like wires, multiwires, section insulators and the like), which, I guess, there will be a few. Not that most of my time is spent actually looking at those things, I only do that when I go out on the train (recording cart), which is pretty fun of sorts. So that's where I'll start, and probably will end as well, as there is only so much you can write about looking a printouts, finding faults, entering those faults in a database, finding a matching mast and printing a report (oh, I actually said something about it, not bad me don't think..). Anyways, with the recording cart, I went on my first trip last week (Monday), pretty early we started, had to leave home around 2.30am.. Went to the train, walked around looking lost (ok, I went to the place where the train i stored and sat there being eaten by mossies for a while first). Then I checked up on the system, what I should do (which includes calling a guy and asking if there will be any insulations happening and where, which is pretty good to know as you'd end up toasting some guy if you happen to come driving where they have an insulation [probably end up running over them as well]). Then we took of and I have a while to get used to pressing buttons and figuring out what the various things were (not made easier for being dark). Not so much more to say actually, I wuzzed out to start with, but after a while (when it wasn't dark anymore) I got into it and started pressing buttons. Now, pressing buttons sounds pretty easy, but by some reason it isn't, well, after a while it gets easier, unless when you come to a station, where there was lots of things and lots of buttons to press....

Could tell you lots more, like how it was to stay at motels and stuff, but don't think you'd be overly interested, so I'll spare you this time..

Until next time (which hopefully will be a somewhat interesting post)!

Under Construction

Must apologize for the ordinary looking layout of this blog at the moment... It is being upgraded, and as I'm in the (no to brilliant) habit of starting things with great enthusiasm, but quickly running out of this initial enthusiasm, well, it may take a while for it to get they way I want it (long sentence this as well, sorry about that to!!!)

Anyways, last day at Recall yesterday, a bit sad actually, started to think I was good at what I was doing there.. But, life goes on and I'm looking forward to starting at QR on Monday (a not so lengthy report will follow after my first week or so).

Oh, water.. have you ever though been without water? Now were not talking about you being thirsty or something like that, now we talking about water not coming out of your taps! Silly council have decided to shut down our water between 8 and 1 today and last Friday.. Ok, not a big problem if your at work, but today I'm having the day of and was thinking about doing all sorts of things... So started by mowing the lawn, and well, after you mowed the lawn you kinda want to have a shower before you go around talking to bankers and stuff.. And you want to brush your teeth as well.. Maybe wash your clothes (well, that may not be necessary to go to the shopping center, unless you have no clean clothes at all), water your plants (important...) and so on and so fort..

And when your moving room, well, you want to clean the new room your moving in too, and for that you need water...

Anyways, this was just a post apologizing for the state of this blog..

The meaning of the world

Interesting title, pretty catchy I think, kinda telling you that this post will answer one of the biggest ever mysteries of the world.. Why does it exists! Now that is exactly what this post will (not) do.. It will give you an (swiss cheese type) explanation of why this world as we know it exists ..

Oh, a little warning, this post is is somewhat of a religious nature (and if you don't know your theology you may not want to continue reading any more [Maybe you should read the random joke on the right hand side?])

The reason why the world exists (was created)

Ok, so, the theory goes that there where heaps of Angels in heaven, attending to God, worshiping him and doing all sort of things they where created to do. Things went well for a while but then one of the angels, called The Morning star, being one of the highest of the angels, being the one that lead the worshiping (musical) of God and basically being the second highest chap around the place, got proud and though he should be God. Now that didn't sit well with God as he's God, and nobody else is, so God kicked him out. Now as he was such a high chap up there he naturally had some allies (albeit not the brightest once), and as he was responsible for music, the musical angels where the ones closest to him. So, when God kicked him out he brought about a third of the angels with him, and most of those where musicians.

So, now God has a dilemma, he's kinda fond of music, but most of his musically gifted angels have gone to a warmer place.. So, how to make some musicians? And make sure they are good and won't rebel?

Idea, create a place where we have a bunch of creatures (people) that he'll give the opportunity to choose whether or not they want to serve him during their "lifetime" and also cull out the musically talentless? That way he'll get servants that choose to serve him and can fulfill their role, in addition to that, as they have already chosen to serve, he can make it impossible for them to rebel later.

So, viola! The universe as we know it is created and were put in it.

Unfortunately people got tricked by the guys who went before (in addition to not being very smart) and everyone rebelled against God. But, God, being very very smart, already had a contingency plan, Jesus, so, not only did Jesus go to earth, and died for everyones sins (which made it possible to fill up heaven with musicians) but he also managed to beat the previously fallen angels (plus a few other things).

So, in short, this world is created so that God can get some gifted and committed musicians, so, if your not a gifted musician, when you get to the entrance to heaven and Saint Peter tells you to pick an instrument of your choice, and play a tune... Well, you better make sure you have rehearsed a piece then, don't you?




So, what say you? Oh gifted-with-above-average-intelligence blog reader, do you buy into this ridiculous theory?

Nothing you'd be interested in

Hmm, you're still reading? I'm pretty sure though, that whatever I'll say in this post won't interest you, I may of course be wrong, but I don't think so (not allowed to use to many brackets... [but I want to use brackets!! {No you don't, brackets are bad and give people headaches} But {No buts!}]). Anyways, all I'll talk about in this post is how it feels to be back with the two armed people, how amazingly hot it's been the last couple of days, how boring it is to do nothing, how I'm hoping my arm will survive working tomorrow, oh, and I'll whinge a bit about not being able to play soccer (or any other "contact" sport for that matter) for 6 weeks, and anything else I may think of while writing (I do that, sometimes, think, not that it's very often, but it happens..)

So, to do this really reallly boring and structured (can also help if you are interested in one of my topics, not that I think you are, but I could be wrong [as I'm such an interesting person {Grrrrr, think of the brackets, gotta think about the brackets}]), I'll make it into (numbered) bullet points, in the order mentioned above, smart hey?

1. Being back among the two armed (although my lefty arm still is somewhat sluggish and tells me it's not to happy every now and again) feels pretty good. I can eat stuff and change the channel on the TV at the same time, I can do the dishes (which, I must say, is an oft undervalued way of passing time), I can (haven't tried yet though) brush my teeth with my right (left that is) arm, I can dress easily, I don't have to wear a stupid sling that gets sweaty and hot...
2. Talking about hot.. Weee it's been hot the last couple of days! All I wanted to do was going to the beach.. Sitting in my room in front of a fan all the time... Gosh (can't even write anything uninteresting about how hot it is...)
3. Doing nothing is very overestimated in my humble opinion, it's sooooo boring. Well technically I haven't been doing nothing as that is somewhat impossible... Like, how do you do nothing? If you lay in your bed staring at the roof all day, well then you're still doing something (laying in your bed staring at the roof).. So what is doing nothing? Being dead? Tricky question me thinks, but anyways, doing preciously little isn't to crash hot either, just so much TV watching, Internet surfing and Reading you can do before you get bored (with you I mean me, but I'm a bit of a coward, so don't want to put myself out there like that..)..
   
4. So, I'm going to work tomorrow... I'm a pretty optimistic guy deep down inside, so I'll think it will go ok.. not that my arm want to do a whole lot, but he'll learn!! But hopefully he'll survive and come out laughing (I'm calling my arm "he" as I'm a "he", so I'd assume my arm's a "he" as well, could be wrong though)..
5. Specialist told me to stay "don't play any contact sports for the next six weeks", now soccer (football) isn't supposed to be much of a contact sport, but it is.. So that means: No lightning league and no futsal, may even miss the start of the outdoor season, but not sure about that as I don't know when it starts... hopefully I'll be back then! And this rest will have done me a ##### of good!
6. Can't really think about anything else to write here, I could write about the smurf and the bananagnome that went fishing for sharks, but no, it's to messy and there may be children reading this post..

Well if you got through all of this... phew, then you got way to much time on your hand and should go out and help some person that needs your help (dunno who or what they want help with, or why just you should help them, but.. Just do it, eh?)

Oh, remembered, were more or less created for that stuff, helping people that is, so that's what we should all be doing it, makes people feel good and stuff!

A One Armed Matt

Hey Dear blog reader!

Writing this post really really slow... Not, I assume (on fairly good grounds [although I'm humble enough to acknowledge I could be wrong]) that you will notice that this post is written slowly, but anyways... Now, if you the inquisitive type you may wonder why this post is written so slowly (and you may even have an idea [due to your above average deductive reasoning skills] from the title). The correct answer should be that I currently only got one arm (ok, not entirely true, still have 2 arms but one 's fairly useless [unless you think hanging in a sling, hurting and being in the way is a useful occupation for an arm]), so restating (to avoid confusion [although I doubt your above average mind would get confused by such a trivial thing as this]): I'm currently only having one, in my opinion, useful hand!(!!!! [to really convey my message]). Hence I can only write with that arm.. Which for me, using the much adored and sought after (by those less gifted than you and me) touch method, this is very frustrating. It's a bit like talking but you can only use like a 3d of your teeth (somewhat lacking analogy... but hey, I'm suffering here)


Now that you know this you may (I wouldn't, but you may be the caring type [if you are I'm envious of you great heart]) wonder what made me one armed (or one-useful-in-my-opinion-armed if you want to be pedantic) and I'm quite happy to tell you that it's due to my sacrificial team spirit on the football (...soccer) field! I saw the ball rolling along by itself, saw this massively huge (in my mind) bloke from the other team run for the poor lonely ball, and just had to beat him to it, which, incidentally I did. Only problem was that of timing, I only beat him to the ball by .5 seconds or something... Which wasn't enough time to kick the ball and get out of the way... So we chrunshed together and I went tumbling to the ground with a not to happy shoulder (I did get to go in an ambulance and inhale on a green happy tube.. which was cool)

Figuring your getting bored now (with your above average wittiness and all) so wont bore you any more with how amazingly annoying it is to only be using one arm.. Just opening jars and bottles (not to speak about brushing your teeth and signing documents with your off hand..)

But, I guess I was due some misfortune as I've been fortunate lately. Got a Job!!! Starting on the 19th of Feb as an Technical Officer Track Reporting Trackside Interfaces within the Program Maintenance Services Division, Infrastructure Services Group for Queensland Rail here in Brisbane. Which is something I'm looking forward to, and have waited for for ages. What is pain anyway?

Anyways, should take my broken body and rampant spirit down to Immigration and get a label in my passport.

Until next time, keep your wits close and your mind open to sudden suffering....

Had a good post..

Hm, yesterday at work I had heaps and heaps of ideas for a brilliant blog post, but now? When I'm at my trusted little lappy.... where have all the ideas gone? I'm figuring they would be here somewhere, like hidden in my huge maze of a brain (looking forward to when you can implant some index thing in it)............................... !

Remembered one idea, well, it's not an idea as such just a thing I was brooding about at work (I'm brooding about things a lot at work, it's amazing how easy it is to brood.. requires absolutely no effort what so ever. I tried to think while I was working [hence, not brooding] but that was to hard, stuffed up all the time and got confused and lost among the tapes.. weird I think), why do you write blogs? I could have written a post about this before, can't remember.. lost in the maze again. Anyways, it may not even be exactly "why" do you write blogs I'm trying to write, but more how cool it is that you can write things that probably not anyone will read, but that anyone actually could read. (sorry about the long sentence, take a few deep breaths and feel the oxygen get back into your lungs). Like, I could write anything here, bare my soul (which, if you happen to stumble across, you could tell he's somewhat missed and I hope he's back before July), write about all my problems, whinge (didn't like that word my spell check) about all sorts of things, and it would be there, for anyone to read.. Think about the harm I could inflict on others (most likely on myself and my wandering soul [hope I still have my spirit])!

They say that the pen is mightier than the sword, wonder if you can apply it directly to our lives and say that the keyboard is mightier than the tank? Or do you have to apply it through the industrial revolution or something?

Did you know that Biblical Theology is seeing the Bible as a whole? Like, you don't read stuff in the old testament and think that that is directly applicable to you today. The reason for that is that were living after the death of Jesus. And the old testament is unfolding God's plan (which is getting Jesus to die for our sins), so for us today to look at the Old testament and think we can apply things directly to us is a bit silly. Lets for example take the story of David and Goliath, now if you read it, who do you identify with? Unless your pretty big and looking forward to get killed by a small bloke, you'll probably identify with David. And were always told that David was the tiny dude that beat the big dude.. Now this is not exactly true, David wasn't your ordinary little wet nosed boy. For starters he was out killing bears and lions when they were stupid enough to attack his sheep, ok, not such a big feat if you have a rifle you think, but he had no such thing, he used his hands (and maybe a dagger or something).. Add to that that he was God's anointed king (basically that means Christ) and was pretty good with the sling.. So, the idea with the story about David and Goliath is not that we should be small Davids running around, we should identify with the Israelites that didn't dare to attack Goliath, and be thankful for the fact that someone else did (Jesus in our case).

Long post this, so now it's end post time.. See you around dear reader (whoever you are and what you may think)

Permanent Resident

So, after 6 months of waiting, praying, being nervous, planning up to 27 days in advance, worrying, chasing banana gnomes, checking status, waiting for emails, sending papers, getting papers, sending papers again as I sent the wrong papers, feeling like a criminal.. it finally arrived last week!

The email saying

I am pleased to advise that on 08 January 2007 a decision was taken to grant this visa.

Which, if you didn't know, pretty good.. This means that I can stay in this lovely country called Australia "indefinitely" (depends if I'm nice or not, but as I'm pretty nice it shouldn't be a problem!)

So, now when that is out of the way (apart from causing me much less stress [this new blogger have automatic spell checking... how convenient is that?]) I can seriously start looking for jobs (engineering ones that is), which hopefully will be easier now!


But, now I'm way to tired to write anymore, well, that may not be entirely true, but I'm way to tired to write anything useful.. Not that I ever write anything useful.. but still!

Oh, before I go, if you know anything about banana gnomes, let me know.. Their being of not being have been troubling me lately