When I went to Springfield ...

OK, so I never actually went to one of many of the United States of America's cities called Springfield - the closest I have been to a Springfield is in Eugene, Oregon.

But on my travels on the World Wide Web this evening - they have the Internet on computers now - I found a website that uses your likeness from an existing picture and then "Simpsonizes" it.

So that's what I've done. OK, so it's been fairly quiet towards the latter end of this evening. A fair likeness I reckon. I'm off to the Kwik-E-Mart. Mmmm, donuts and unexplained bacon.

Random musings from the underground ...

It's late Sunday night and I'm waiting for the all clear to head on home, which obviously means I'm at work. I did manage, however, to come in a bit late so I could get to K-Park with Poppa Blog for the Cats final game of the year - three quarters, actually - the top-of-the-table clash with Port Adelaide. And before that, I sat on the couch and watched Manly play the Warriors in New Zealand. I think Ice Cube, who will be in Melbourne next week funnily enough, would say: ''It was a good day."

Well, both games were played in front of crowds of around 25,000, and both my teams lost. But I'm excited that both are at the top end of their respective ladders and hopefully will feature very prominently next month. Sitting in the shade as the players ran around in the sun and on the green grass made me remember that I love September. To quote Better Than Ezra: ''Seems like it's always understood, this time of year."

180 degrees/180 posts (travelling in the same direction) ...

At work on a very quiet evening like tonight gives me the opportunity to search the Internet mindlessly and dream about other places. That's not to say I'm not having fun - I'm into my third week of being a "sub" and am really enjoying it. It has given me the chance to witness the fitness (to quote Ron Burgundy, I look really good being near that elusive 100-kilogram mark) and to work on my golf game. Hitting the links helps me fill the void that has been left in my life by not meeting a quality woman but I was nearly about to give it up at Moonah Links yesterday.

Cameroon and Cousin Davis joined me on the ferry from Queenscliff to Sorrento for our excursion to Moonah Links, the so-called Home of Australian Golf. After an extended warm-up we strode to the first hole of the Legends Course. And a legend I wasn't. First hole and JB hooks it into the trees. Lost ball and a penalty of one stroke. So JB tees it up, again, and hooks it into the trees. Again. Lost ball and a penalty of one stroke. You get the drift. After I managed to get it off the tee (and in a playable area), I lost the ball in one of Moonah Links' 6,747,506 bunkers and was about to break my clubs. Except they're not my clubs, they're Poppa Blog's. And this is the first hole. In short, I took a 12 on that hole and tried to put it out of my mind. Off to the second hole ...

It got a little bit better after that but my day dramatically improve when I followed a few simple pointers from one of my playing partners that worked well. So well, in fact, that I was bursting out of my skin to play again, which I did at 8.30am - the advantages of beginning work in the afternoon. I started strongly, but then it shortly went to the schizen. But it's not going to happen overnight and I've got to be patient. I feel like I've made some real progress.

All I want to hear is that you're not mine ...

Did Facebook kill Blogger? It doesn't have the same ring as whether video killed the radio star, does it? But when I received confirmation today that (Not So) Single Sarah joined the Facebook craze it had me thinking where is technology going to end? And does the blog end with it? I'm still a bit of a cynic of Facebook, but searching the profiles of various people while working the late night thing has kept things interesting. And believe me, I need to feel interested. And I found these pictures of myself from last year that I didn't know existed. That's a good thing.










Currently enjoying a day off after working six days straight. Must be some sort of record. Went to the gym today and looking forward to going out for pizza this evening with K-Beezer and Cameroon, the later who will be joining Cousin Davis and myself for a trip to Moonah Links via ferry on Sunday to lose some golf balls, let out some swear words in frustration and generally ruin a nice walk. Why do I like golf again? Probably because it's not like dating, that's why.

When all is not what it seems ...

Work is going well and the afternoon shift allows me to tear it up at the gym in the morning. To indulge in a favourite pastime of mine, quoting Ron Burgundy, I will say that I look good, I mean, I look really good. Geelong and Manly keep winning and that warms the cockles of heart, but other things leave me feeling far from marvellous, much like Richie Benaud.

My tardiness on this here blog has left some pundits to suggest that it may be time to take the next step in the IT world and ''enter the realm'' of that social networking phenomenon known as Facebook. Well, I have dabbled my toes in the water in those confines - albeit with an alias name which I was later told destroys the whole point of thing. For instance, it would be impossible to find me. So, alas, I think it will still be the trusty blog for me, but considering I'm a bit too open with my feelings then maybe I should reconsider this too.