Super glasses man. We love him.

We're tired of having crap. Tired of the stuff building up around us. So at Christmas we decided rather than give a gift that was material we bought a goat! Just kidding now. I mean, that goat we got  had babies and now we have baby goats. Kids, if you will. That's entirely a lie. We decided we'd get a family zoo pass.

So this morning we decided to go off to the zoo.
There were a bunch of animals there.

Anyway here's the bit worth telling.

Taz stops to take out her sunglasses and drops them. POW. Out goes a lens.

I break into a Latino accent, "Man these glasses are BULLSHEET! Aint no way yo ever get them back in there."

She sighs because all the kids are there and I'm yelling stuff with an accent in the middle of the zoo. Or maybe she's sighing because she just got these glasses after I accidentally snapped the arm off her other glasses.  I figure, better to snap the arm off that rather than someone who matters.

All of a sudden there is this giant man standing right behind us. He is HUGE. He is blonde and really good looking and really well built. He says, "can I take a look at those?" And he gentle takes the glasses. Within seconds he has them fixed while he says, almost apologetically,"When you have glasses for fourteen years you know how to fix them." He begins to hurry away and then turns back to ask, "Do you need lens cleaner, 'cause I have some?" Taz laughs and says no. There's a moment and then I yell out "THANK YOU GLASSES FIXER MAN!!!" EXACTLY like when someone gets rescued in a Superman film.

My favourite quote, and has been for years is: "Things are always darkest just before they go pitch black." Thank you Sylvia Plath. That, by the way has nothing to do with the trip to the zoo.

Thinking about all this....

Every time I decide to shut up shop on this thing I reread it. I get such a kick out of it that I decide to leave it be. I mean, you (and by you I mean me - laugh out loud frickin' crazy right?!) realise that you're the only one reading this. Not sure why I take so much care with it. Well, use to.

Now I neglect it like I neglect those folks out the front of EVERYWHERE who collect money. Hate that. So many of them are back-packers who earn more per hour than goes in their pvc money collecting thing. Go figure. My friend thinks they' re a cover for organised crime and money laundering. le sigh.

Also the layout is rubbish. Looks terrible. Needs to be said. FIX IT!

Hey maybe this is my New Years resolution to just write crap into this thing and not get so anal about being careful about what I write. Although one does need to be careful. This year I'm going to put up more of MY photos. That's right I'm yelling that. Ah, the memories. btw the pictures are never random. The Swan Brewery is a significant place to me. Haunting for may reasons. Not the least of which is that there are many really old photos with it in the background and it kind of adds perspective about the passage of time. Also significant because on the site there used to be these beautiful round rocks that the Noongar believed were sacred. They were stolen. Because of the lack of evidence of this the people could never cite this as a sacred site and so the redevelopment rolled on. Oddly enough I read about the rocks and their theft in an issue of the Daily News dating back to the 1880s. Don't quote me but it was something like that. Hate to have to prove that.