Opa and Oma

Well today I found myself thinking of my departed grandparents. For obvious reasons actually as I saw them peaking out at me from a corner of the house.

Admittedly it was a little odd when I realised that my grandparents were hiding in a pillowcase next to the fireplace but hey, where else are they going to be I guess.

So for everyone else I'd like you to meet my Opa and Oma in their current home - the pillowcase.

Its damn cold

Sometimes I wonder at my own intelligence.

I have a week off work and where do i decide to spend it? In Coramba at my folks place where this morning it had an inch of frost and its now 6 damn degrees outside.

Random thoughts of perhaps Frejak you could have spent this at home where you can chill out in less than 3 layers of clothes and then at night instead of having to have so many blankets that you can't actually move in bed you could curl up with warm boyfriend? But no I have to go to somewhere nice and chilly.

However there is a good side. The fires on, my dad and myself picked a bucket of macadamias off the tree and have been sitting in front the smashing the nuts open, eating them and then throwing the shells into the fire. Watching my tiny little newphew have a stare off comp with the fish, its an oscar and the last of three. I think it ate the others. Still no clear winner on that one yet. I'm not quite certain what my mum and sister have been doing, they've been doing something but whatever it doesn't make sense to me.

Mainly I've been sleeping in front of the fire.

Oh yeah and I made my newphew cry. How you ask? On the drive down this morning, he woke up when we got the the gold coast and heard me mumbling along to Static X. He must have recognised my voice cause hes looked over at me with eyes wide and a smile. Stopped, looked at me and burst into tears.

Real nice at 8am. Evidently he doesn't know me with orange hair. Doesn't know me ???? He's 4 months old. He doesn't really know anyone yet.

So theres my excitment for the day and now at least my fingers are kinda warm from typing so thats a good thing. And that as far as I'm concerned is worth it.

Connections...

So today has had an interesting start for me. We got a visit from a long lost family member today (my cousin to be specific) and I was informed about her family. Turns out that I'm rather closely and directly related to Brisbane's current head of the Ethical Standards Command, Assistant Commissioner Alan Davey. Indeed, he falls into the category of second cousin. This comes as a bit of a shock to me for many obvious reasons...

-Salem
Is it ethical of me to wear a bomb-squad shirt? I hope so...

What’s new pussy-cat?

One of us has fallen. Mr. Wiggleman Fizz, The Coca-Cola Cat, Fizzy, Tiny Dancer, Mick Jagger. The Tiny Little Windy Man who loved chewing on plastic bags, chasing moths, and bringing home caterpillars, was too excited about life to look both ways and so sadly, passed away last night. Phrases like “cut down in the prime of his life” and “untimely demise” spring to mind, as do “squished guts” and “dead cat”. I knew from the moment his desire to be outside was greater than his fear of jumping out the window that it was only a matter of time.

The only positive thing you get from an experience like this is a small renewal of faith in humans. A complete stranger knocked on my door, hugged me and carried fizzy inside when it would have been easier to drive on and go home. Another complete stranger, who with tears in his eyes, explained that Fizzy had just run out in front of him, chose to stay and take responsibility for something I’m sure he would rather have pretended didn’t happen. Friends came ‘round and helped to dig his little grave. Other friends have cried and people who hardly knew him have said nice things. His Cuteness touched us all

I’m going to miss him that goes without saying. I loved that freakin’ cat so freakin’ much; anyone who knows me has been bored to the point of mindless drooling by my cat-anecdotes fueled by cat-love. This Saturday has been unofficially declared his wake, so we can all be silly and excited and chase bugs in memory of Fizzy.

I don’t believe in gods or souls or anything like that, so I guess all I can hope for Fizzy, The Good Mr. Wiggleman Fizz, is that science rots him well.

And We're Back!

Not that anyone would really have noticed, but most of us here at MB have been away at a wedding. Frejak, Visure, Crumples and myself have spent a rousing week down on the lovely mid-north coast of New South Wales. It was a lot of fun (and a lot of hard work) but on the whole, well worth the effort. Kahn and Kallisar joined us for the last 3 days of our stay and the wedding itself was beautiful.

Now we're all back, I expect that we'll get back to posting random things here and there, but for me personally, I'll have to get back into the swing of things before I start creating any works of genius that will echo down the halls of time. Give me time, I'm sure I'm building up to something, you'll see.

-Salem
Do you think we can get grass seeds to germinate and grow on an animated zombie?

Frejak's rant of the week

well yeah I know I know its been bloody ages since I've posted on here.
but its times like this when on my second last night shift of a crappy job when I've had 5 phone calls since 1:30 bloody pm and its now 8pm.
*grin* but hey I'm only whinging and all the guys know exactly what I'm talking about as all I've done this week is whine about it. so not a huge conversationalist this week unfortunately.

so apart from that, getting ready for my sisters wedding which is coming up really soon - one month exactly today actually - and have discovered that there is actually only one thing that I am petrified of happening. and unfortunately that happens to be my brother.

Not everyone would really much about him apart from the fact that he’s generally an arsehat. Which is true mind you, completely true but he also happens to have a weird mental thing that happens whenever he’s around his wife – evil whore beast. Over the past year or so this mental leap that he makes from one personality to another has been reducing until pretty much constantly now he’s an arsehat.

I found out while visiting my folks the other weekend that he would be going there for the wedding early. The concern lies in the fact that I’m petrified that he is going to do something or say something that is going to majorly piss someone off. The worst thing is I know that he will, cause he seems to get an extreme delight in trying to cause trouble for everyone else around and turning it so it makes him look like the victim.

This does not bode well for the week upcoming the wedding, where the original plan was fun and enjoyment with abundance of water fights and grass sliding, I’m finding myself now in a situation where I’m going to be having to mentally fence with my brother the entire time to keep my sister sane, my friends from wanting to deck him and myself from wanting to beat his brains in.

My mum keeps trying to tell me to try and understand it from his perspective, that
1. He has a stressful job – well big fucking deal, boo hoo have a cry
2. That he’s about to be a dad – and my sister is carrying a watermelon under her shirt, she’s not really pregnant
3. That he hasn’t had time to adjust to my sister or myself yet – he hasn’t said happy birthday or given my sister a birthday present for over 10 years and he still has in his head that I’m 12 years old and treats me as such
4. That he feels left out and not included by us – build a fucking bridge!!!! Get off the computer, get off your arse and actually want to spend time with us instead of if we want to see him we have to work around his schedule and go to frellin Chermside all the time. Heaven forbid he actually come to visit us, that would just be to much wouldn’t it.

So heres my problem, after all that yes I’m finally getting to it. He’s going to say or do something thats going to be bloody snide about someone/to someone and then they are going to turn around and tell them to fuck off. Which in all truth is well deserved and rightly so. Then he’s going to turn around and start having a fucking cry to mum and dad and just have the biggest whinge in the entire world.

I’m not saying that if something happens then whoever is on the receiving end should pull him up on it and say “hey mate that was a bit fuckin uncalled for”. Cause hey even if nothing happens he will still end up calling my folks after the wedding to have a cry. You wonder sometimes if he really is 32 don’t you.

I think my major concern comes from knowing that my best mates are all going to be down there starting from the beginning and more arriving later in the week. And you know the feeling where you’re inviting people to go somewhere and you’re so worried that they’ll hate it even though you know its stupid at the same time. I just don’t want my brother to make any of them feel even for the slightest second uncomfortable in any way. But then thats just the annoying part of my personality coming out that wants to make sure people are happy and having fun. I know already anyone reading this will probably be thinking “Damn Frejak you need a forehead slap” but hey, I’m quite happy to admit that my family for me is my main and fullest insecurity. They are now and I feel they always will be, plus everyone has at least one whether they like to admit it or not.

So heres my plan, let him be a fuckstick, spend a fantastic week with my best mates, have shenanigans, get drunk, slide down some grass hills on cardboard, help my sister get married with the least amount of fuss as possible and have fun. Theres the plan and lets hope I can stick to it.

..................or maybe get a larger drum for burning that will go with the nice big hole that we dug earlier just in case I actually decide to assist in finalising my brothers demise.

Happy Birthday Mum

Yes, today is Mother Kahn's birthday. I'm mainly writing this as a reminder to myself, you see while you may be thinking "hey if her birthday is today, and your writing this today, why the hell do you need a reminder?". Well the answer is very simple, while i've never had a problem remembering that mum's birthday is the 15th, i've always had problems remembering what day it is today. Especially when I get home after work.

So my hope in writing this is that when I get home, not only will I remember that mum's birthday is on the 15th but that today is the 15th and that I should call her to wish her the afore mentioned Happy Birthday.

This may seem a little over the top but I do remember one year where all three of us (myself and my brothers) all forgot to ring her for her birthday. This did not make for a happy Mother Kahn.

So Happy 58th mum, and remember in two years we expect a big 60th bash, or at least a happy go lucky shindig.