On the Bottom Half

Quick! Behind you!

First, a challenge... there're cookies (Queen's English translation: biscuits) in it for the winner:

What's that, that thing behind you, that thing you spent the last 366 days with? It's 2008! What a year that one was. I hope that a philosophy closely resembling carpe diem led you on your way through Anno Domini 2008.

This is going to be another whopper of a year. But, rather than speculate, for this post I'm going to cop out on the writing and cop in on the pictures. Forthwith...

I was invited to go up to a place called Lake Glenmaggie on the weekend and Georgina and I were only too happy to go. Our hosts treated us far too well at their permanent spot in a nearby campground; in return we ate their food and drank their booze. Luckily for you, dear readers, I have a camera now and can show you some shenanigans. Said shenanigans involved jetskis, water, and biscuits (North American translation: tubes). Lake Glenmaggie provides water for irrigation, which means that people can use it for fun because plants don't care what the water tastes like. Thank goodness. Anyway, the lake is emphatically full, as you can see by the size of the submerged gum trees. I'm told we owe the hydrological surfeit to a good snow season this year. Jetskis pull biscuits quite well and after a few attempts, I was thrown from one. The water was so warm that it wasn't unpleasant at all. I especially liked the delirious skid out to either side of the wake when the driver flings you during turns. Fantastic.

Our hosts had their dog Scooter with them. He's a short-haired border collie and he's very well behaved. He doesn't like the water any further up than his belly, though, so this is as far into the drink as we could get him. The weather was a nice temperature, not stinking hot like it's been every other New Year's I've been in Australia, so he didn't feel any particular need to go in any deeper. Good dog. He even crosses his legs when he's lying down. The rest of the time was spent as it always is spent when at a lake... doing as little as possible, emphasis on sitting in front of the fire.


In the Australiana column, I have to share Ralph Magazine's January cover offer of free inflatable boobs (an astutely named "Ralph Rack") to every reader. Honestly, I don't know of what the rest out there think when buying magazines, but I think: buy book, get booklight. I guess for some it's buy book, get boobs. Mind you, for those who remember Christmas of 2006, Centrum Vitamins had "buy vitamins, get booklight" as well, so perhaps I have a warped perspective on things.

Wishing everyone the best for the coming year and, divine forces willing, my homecoming. That may chase some of you away, so consider yourself fairly warned. In the meantime, make like a lumberjack and take life by the chains!

Just like my flatmate did!

posted by Kyle @ 00:51