Hooker Watch of the Week

Warm and humid day yesterday. Almost tropical you could say. Although if you’ve actually been to the tropics you probably wouldn’t.

The weather brought the hookers out onto the street and the punters sniffing around as well. Seemed to be a noticeable amount of taxi cabs doing the cruise. Summer springs eternal, especially if you’re a randy cab driver?

So during the early afternoon I was out running errands and I think I spotted about six of them plying their trade. A lot of new girls that I haven’t seen before. Warm weather and the start of silly season perhaps? Or maybe earning a little extra cash to pay for Christmas gifts. *For my man, Bobba, here’s a festive 8-ball. Merry Christmas!* Hey, if anyone knows, what’s the meth or ice equivalent of an 8-ball? My references are pretty dated.

We had an attractive looking Mediterranean woman wearing a low cut black dress. Not seen her or the dress before. Nice boobs, the majority of which were on display.

Also brought out by the warm weather and increased activity were the police. I got stuck behind them as they hassled one of the girls standing on the corner. Given that I was just trying to get into my carpark across the street, I briefly considered giving them a toot to hurry them up, but figured discretion was the better part of valour on this occasion. The next time I was out I saw the same car with lights flashing hassling some more girls up the street.

Presumably they swept all the girls up, as when I went out in the evening none of the girls I spotted earlier were around. Although being a warm night they had been replaced by another set. One cheeky little minx was standing there in a short mini dress type arrangement. She had hitched it up over the hips slightly, resulting in the tiniest flash of her knickers as you drove past.

It pays to advertise I guess.


YouTube of the week

If you’ve ever wondered why Cat Stevens turned his back on the commercial music industry to embrace religion, we might have the answer here. I didn’t even realise this song existed until very recently. I love the simpler video clips of the 70’s and 80’s.

I especially love the expressions on the old lady’s face when she does the ‘deodorant check’.

I also like the look of incredulity followed by serenity of the lady in the supermarket.

See if you can listen to the song all the way though and not get it stuck in your head for the rest of the day. You have been warned! Dangerous levels of earworm potential!

So, here it is – Banapple Gas, by Cat Stevens:

Gay Marriage

Seriously, how has this debate taken any longer than 15 minutes? This should have been sorted out on a Friday afternoon just before knock-off.

You just pick a stance and announce that as your policy and move on. Regardless of whether your decision is yes or no, you’re going to piss off a bunch of people. And a segment of those people won’t vote for you again at the next election. That consequence comes with decision making.

You announce that homosexuals will be able to marry and all the religious nut jobs will carry on like two bob watches. You announce that marriage is only for hetro couples and the homosexuals will be pissed off. There is no avoiding it, so just deal with it.

Instead we have this stupid situation where the government is hinting ‘no’ without any real conviction in the hope of stringing both sides of the argument along, therefore not pissing anyone off enough to vote differently next time we go around. The world famous ‘non decision’ decision. We’ve had studies, polls, debates and discussions. Now there’s talk of talking about voting for the possibility a ‘conscience vote’ at some point down the track. Even though everyone involved knows that such a ‘conscience vote’ has a zero chance of actually succeeding unless the opposition does the same thing. Which they won’t. Partly because they’re conservatives and partly to fuck over the government with the hopes of creating enough discord to raise the possibility of a no confidence vote. It’s like an episode of Yes Minister, only not funny or in any way entertaining.

Why all the hassle? It’s pretty simple really. I’ve long held the belief that politicians care foremost about holding power, and everything else becomes a very distant second. Politicians that are happy to flip flop on policy in order to maintain the afore mentioned power. So with a minority government that has taken a flogging for most of it’s term the number one policy is: Don’t do anything that could lead to an early election being called. Because we’ll probably lose.

What about observing the will of the people? Implementing policy that the majority of people want? Pfft! That doesn’t matter. It’s never fucking mattered. But at least in other times politicians seemed to have a little ideology about them! And give back the word “pragmatic” while we’re about it. It used to have a degree of common sense about it. These cretins have turned it into “politician who stands for nothing!”

Repeat Prescription

Repeat prescriptions are a funny thing. They make a bunch of sense with that awkward trouser infection some people can pick up whilst holidaying in South East Asia. You pop along to see Doctor Dan and he wisely estimates that it will take more than one course of antibiotics to clear up. So when he writes up the prescription he puts in a couple of repeats. You take your pills, and when you run out you pop down to the pharmacy for another box. Easy Peasy and makes a bunch of sense.

But what happens when you have one of those conditions that isn’t going to be fixed, yet can be controlled by medication? They sure as hell don’t give you a long reaching prescription, that’s for damn sure. You end up in this ever repeating hell of purposeless doctors appointments, and keeping track of how many pills and repeats you have on hand so you don’t get caught short.

It doesn’t make a heap of sense to me. You’ve been seeing the same Doc for years. Your condition is well understood. You’ve been taking the same meds for years and you’re demonstrably stable on them. Surely then they can give you more than half a dozen repeats? You just end up dropping $60 on an appointment where you chit-chat about how the Doc’s kids are doing in that expensive private school that you’re helping to pay for while she writes you up another six repeats. Wash, rinse repeat ad infinitum.

Apologists will suggest that this is so that the Doc can reassess your condition and make sure there have been no changes. I call bollocks on this for a couple of reasons. One, your appointments never pan out like this. Reassessment is only carried out when you suggest it. And besides, if you’ve got a long term medical condition, you understand it and how to live with it. If you detect a change, and you’re not a complete idiot, you going to go and see your doc anyway, right? And two, many clinics once you are known to them will provide you with a new prescription for a lower fee. You just ring them up, ask for another script and pop in later to pick it up from the receptionist without ever seeing a doctor.

The whole thing is just a scam.

YouTube of the week

Ah, 80’s metal music. How I love thee!

This video clip is a perfect example of the genre too. We have, in no particular order:

  • Armoured vehicle
  • Spaceship
  • Hard rocking intro
  • Laser eyes!
  • Laser fingers
  • Explosions
  • Fire
  • Sith like hand lightning
  • Pure girls sleeping in a dormitory transformed into stripper dancers, and
  • A slightly soapy lead singer carrying on like a sex god.

Clearly Zodiac Mindward are Sith Lords!

So I give you Prime Mover, performed by Zodiac Mindwarp!

Mythbusters Drinking Game

So, an all new episode of Mythbusters is set to air tonight. I enjoy this show immensely and recently I was watching some older episodes and noticed a trend. With that in mind I present to you the Mythbusters drinking game. The rules:

  1. Drink a shot whenever Kari’s arse is arbitrarily central in shot.
  2. Drink a shot whenever Kari’s boobs in a tight or revealing top, is arbitrarily central in shot

What, only 2 conditions? Yep. And trust me, that will be plenty. You need to apply some judgement to the keyword “arbitrarily”. What I mean here is that the body area is captured seemingly by accident and isn’t critical to the shot. For example, if Jamie is the subject of the shot shooting a gun for example and Kari just happens to be bent over beside him with her arse stuck in the camera, drink!

I’ll post an update later tonight of how it went.

UPDATE: So no new Mythbusters episode tonight. Maybe next week?