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A very tired JB reports here at Blog Central today. He's beat after getting home at 2am this morning from the birthday party of Paraletic Paramedic's girlfriend, B-Mac. It was at Hubcap, a former garage transformed into a fine establishment for young twenty-somethings in Richmond. There were strictly light beers for this chap but I still had a scare when I drove home along the West Gate Freeway and was almost stopped by the random breath testers. In those situations, I always freak out when I should have no reason to.
Tomorrow was meant to be the day when I would run for fun with the District Attorney. The poor guy had his car stolen at South Geelong train station this week. The VC is now RIP. He's a broken man, a shadow of his former self. But that's not the reason we're running. He also didn't put in any training (not that I have really either) and I'm going up to Mildura early tomorrow by (hopefully not too) light aircraft. I'm covering the last of the funerals from that awful crash where six teenagers died last Saturday night. I'm relieving my colleague, Atomic Bombie, who has been doing the hard yards up there and will pretty soon assume "The Undertaker" tag she bestowed upon me in December. So I'll be going north for a few days and then back, in time for the return of the Rayman and the Commonwealth Games. I've been told I have accreditation for squash, rugby union sevens and, wait for it, athletics!
The footy season starts tonight for Geelong supporters like myself. The Cats play Carlton. I would normally go, but I have to get up early and plans were made earlier in the week to catch up with Cousin Davis and the dynamic duo, beer and pizza.
Apart from that, not much else is happening. The family is cleaning up the house on a daily basis in preparation to sell the place. I was able to fill two garbage bags with clothes that I no longer need to give people less fortunate than me. It's sickening how many clothes I own and even more sickening that I haven't even worn clothes that I bought three years ago. I have a problem.
As for the iPod, it now has 6,283 songs with the addition of Fiona Apple's "Extraordinary Machine" and The All-American Rejects sensational album "Move Along". I borrowed a ton of CDs from my sister, Cousin Davis and work colleague, Four Example, this week. Like the clothes, there are probably some tunes I won't even know I have. The iPod has changed the way we consume music. I'm not saying it's a good thing, either.
Anyway, enough of my ramblings. Take care.
Tomorrow was meant to be the day when I would run for fun with the District Attorney. The poor guy had his car stolen at South Geelong train station this week. The VC is now RIP. He's a broken man, a shadow of his former self. But that's not the reason we're running. He also didn't put in any training (not that I have really either) and I'm going up to Mildura early tomorrow by (hopefully not too) light aircraft. I'm covering the last of the funerals from that awful crash where six teenagers died last Saturday night. I'm relieving my colleague, Atomic Bombie, who has been doing the hard yards up there and will pretty soon assume "The Undertaker" tag she bestowed upon me in December. So I'll be going north for a few days and then back, in time for the return of the Rayman and the Commonwealth Games. I've been told I have accreditation for squash, rugby union sevens and, wait for it, athletics!
The footy season starts tonight for Geelong supporters like myself. The Cats play Carlton. I would normally go, but I have to get up early and plans were made earlier in the week to catch up with Cousin Davis and the dynamic duo, beer and pizza.
Apart from that, not much else is happening. The family is cleaning up the house on a daily basis in preparation to sell the place. I was able to fill two garbage bags with clothes that I no longer need to give people less fortunate than me. It's sickening how many clothes I own and even more sickening that I haven't even worn clothes that I bought three years ago. I have a problem.
As for the iPod, it now has 6,283 songs with the addition of Fiona Apple's "Extraordinary Machine" and The All-American Rejects sensational album "Move Along". I borrowed a ton of CDs from my sister, Cousin Davis and work colleague, Four Example, this week. Like the clothes, there are probably some tunes I won't even know I have. The iPod has changed the way we consume music. I'm not saying it's a good thing, either.
Anyway, enough of my ramblings. Take care.
posted by Jay Bee @ 3:51 PM
2 Comments:
At 6:59 PM,
Anonymous said…
I bow to you, iPod god.
At 6:51 AM,
Sarah said…
Hi Jamie! Just saying hi! Here is some ADHD for you: I still owe you some iPod songs, so that will up your collection. I am at a measly 2600 or so. Hey, will you teach me how to put smaller pictures throughout my blog entries? I can't figure out how to do it. Then will you come back and shop with me and clean out my closet too because I too own clothes that have tags on them still from 3 years ago!!! But I still need some new stuff. Alright, gotta get back to the daily grind...bleh.
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