I love gerbils and other rodents
Not really but that's what Andrew asked if i was writing about and i said "Yes it is but i love you more hunny."
Does that seem strange? Let me see if I can explain (be warned this may require some deep psyco-social regression analysis).
I live with Andrew Boscence and Arron Hicks. Legends in their own right but mostly just flatulent, violent and virulent housemates. And flatulence is really where it all started (with competitions in gaseousness) but the situation quickly denigrated into the now ongoing but unspoken competition about who is the biggest man and who can take the conversation to the lowest level and make the others stare in horror.
Taken out of context many of the things said on a daily basis would probably be enough to make a granny faint and earn several years of imprisonment in some American states (who would live there anyway?) so they won't be repeated here in case my granny ever reads it or one of us looses their mind and decides to move to the USA.
To attempt to explain the “I love you more than the gerbil I promise” type comments I can only say that it is a form of chest beating, masculinity affirming daily ritual. It does not hide any latent homosexuality at all.. I hope.. errr Andrew? Azz?
However, it often surprises unannounced guests walking in to find me and Andrew on the floor rolling around grunting although it is usually in pain, legs and arms entangled in a hack fest effort to make the other person submit or loose the use of any given limb or appendage. Not to mention the man fighting the goes on. Andrew does Hapkido and I’m back into Taekwondo and Hapkido so since day one the battle has been joined – mano el mano!
Injuries sustained so far:
Andrew
– Cauliflower ear (for misjudging Dave’s reach with boxing gloves on)
– Massive bicep bruise (self inflicted from trying too hard to knock Dave’s head off)
– A Phat finger (submission wrestling – no holds barred - Dave's jujitsu trick)
Dave
– Skin off nose (Boscence o-matic – I took street flighting lessons in Finland style boxing)
– Strained neck tendon (inflicted by a massive Neo roundhouse while boxing)
– Bruised and raw shin (Boscence Hapkido style knukle shin grind (pain multiplier)
Stay tunned for more blow by blow accounts of the 21 Anstey Cr, Marelston mano el mano, my penis is bigger than yours good old fashioned biffo.
So after the interesting intro you now find out that this is just an overdue update.
I’m carless and have finally moved out of home. It’s awesome. We are 'poor' students so we combine living cheaply with efforts at sustainability. Current house discussion: Should we change electricity companies and go 100% green power for no extra charge (they guarantee to buy the amount of power we use from sustainable sources) OR should we change and just go 12.5% green power and save 2% on our bill? I think 100% green will be the go if the landlords agree to the 3 year contract.
http://www.energy.com.au/energy/ea.nsf/Content/NSW+Green+energy
Organic food is good but eating the coat of arms is better.
Kangaroo’s are not only the national symbol, but also high in healthy fatty acids and iron, low in fat, essentialy organic, defiantly free range and half the price of beef. This household eats 90% kangaroo meat, from burger patties, to sausages, bolognaise and roast we even cooked kangaroo tail soup for some turkish dudes and a dude from Belgrade- the perfect Aussie student’s meat.
Bikes are cool and I ride mine to work, even if it is and old 10 speed pile of junk – getting fit is so good after sitting at a computer for 2 years.
University – Bugger me I’m going to bloody graduate!
That’s a bit of a head scratcher.. I think most people thought the day would never come but there are only 8 weeks to go unrtil I’m harshly weaned from the gentle breast of Austudy and set loose into the world to fend for myself. What the hell am i supposed to do with a degree? I think i might smoke it..
Will I be back? Absolutely, after some time working on my project in Cambodia (http://carpets.wyps.org) next year and possibly some of the year after I’ll be back for honours.
Speaking of work, if there is a money earning job to envy I think Kev Chan takes the cake. He’s going to be spending at least the next 2 months working from only his laptop and mobile phone while travelling through Queensland and the Daintree rainforest. Kev you suck – I just wish career paid me at all.
In other news, a friend of mine from Thailand is moving to Melbourne and dropping in for a couple of weeks to check out Adelaide so I’m buying a car for a few weeks and doing the backyard tourist thing. And i'm finaly going to get to go surfing again and try out the custom hand made body board i got made in Thailand.
To wind it up, last night was the coolest party I’ve been to in years. The Fair Trade Flinders Club ran a fundraising and awareness evening / party at Zhivago’s (awesome stylish Adelaide nightclub) and it was packed out by 9pm with talks and fair trade and grooving reggae afterwards. I was drinking Kingfisher beer – guaranteed not to give you a hangover and I got to make a short speech and tell everyone about the project in Cambodia. I’m still on a high after getting heaps of great feedback. We raised over $500 from selling coffee, brownies, cover charge, count the coffee beans competition and selling badges. To qualify that, $500 for the Project in Cambodia means 4 families permanently empowered to break out of the cycle of poverty and educate their children. (http://carpets.wyps.org)
On a final note
For anyone who thinks life is tough or whose family is getting them down think on this: Today I interviewed a 70 year old lady whose family (husband, father, mother and son) had all died of cancer and who had it herself. She was optimistic about the future.
Does that seem strange? Let me see if I can explain (be warned this may require some deep psyco-social regression analysis).
I live with Andrew Boscence and Arron Hicks. Legends in their own right but mostly just flatulent, violent and virulent housemates. And flatulence is really where it all started (with competitions in gaseousness) but the situation quickly denigrated into the now ongoing but unspoken competition about who is the biggest man and who can take the conversation to the lowest level and make the others stare in horror.
Taken out of context many of the things said on a daily basis would probably be enough to make a granny faint and earn several years of imprisonment in some American states (who would live there anyway?) so they won't be repeated here in case my granny ever reads it or one of us looses their mind and decides to move to the USA.
To attempt to explain the “I love you more than the gerbil I promise” type comments I can only say that it is a form of chest beating, masculinity affirming daily ritual. It does not hide any latent homosexuality at all.. I hope.. errr Andrew? Azz?
However, it often surprises unannounced guests walking in to find me and Andrew on the floor rolling around grunting although it is usually in pain, legs and arms entangled in a hack fest effort to make the other person submit or loose the use of any given limb or appendage. Not to mention the man fighting the goes on. Andrew does Hapkido and I’m back into Taekwondo and Hapkido so since day one the battle has been joined – mano el mano!
Injuries sustained so far:
Andrew
– Cauliflower ear (for misjudging Dave’s reach with boxing gloves on)
– Massive bicep bruise (self inflicted from trying too hard to knock Dave’s head off)
– A Phat finger (submission wrestling – no holds barred - Dave's jujitsu trick)
Dave
– Skin off nose (Boscence o-matic – I took street flighting lessons in Finland style boxing)
– Strained neck tendon (inflicted by a massive Neo roundhouse while boxing)
– Bruised and raw shin (Boscence Hapkido style knukle shin grind (pain multiplier)
Stay tunned for more blow by blow accounts of the 21 Anstey Cr, Marelston mano el mano, my penis is bigger than yours good old fashioned biffo.
So after the interesting intro you now find out that this is just an overdue update.
I’m carless and have finally moved out of home. It’s awesome. We are 'poor' students so we combine living cheaply with efforts at sustainability. Current house discussion: Should we change electricity companies and go 100% green power for no extra charge (they guarantee to buy the amount of power we use from sustainable sources) OR should we change and just go 12.5% green power and save 2% on our bill? I think 100% green will be the go if the landlords agree to the 3 year contract.
http://www.energy.com.au/energy/ea.nsf/Content/NSW+Green+energy
Organic food is good but eating the coat of arms is better.
Kangaroo’s are not only the national symbol, but also high in healthy fatty acids and iron, low in fat, essentialy organic, defiantly free range and half the price of beef. This household eats 90% kangaroo meat, from burger patties, to sausages, bolognaise and roast we even cooked kangaroo tail soup for some turkish dudes and a dude from Belgrade- the perfect Aussie student’s meat.
Bikes are cool and I ride mine to work, even if it is and old 10 speed pile of junk – getting fit is so good after sitting at a computer for 2 years.
University – Bugger me I’m going to bloody graduate!
That’s a bit of a head scratcher.. I think most people thought the day would never come but there are only 8 weeks to go unrtil I’m harshly weaned from the gentle breast of Austudy and set loose into the world to fend for myself. What the hell am i supposed to do with a degree? I think i might smoke it..
Will I be back? Absolutely, after some time working on my project in Cambodia (http://carpets.wyps.org) next year and possibly some of the year after I’ll be back for honours.
Speaking of work, if there is a money earning job to envy I think Kev Chan takes the cake. He’s going to be spending at least the next 2 months working from only his laptop and mobile phone while travelling through Queensland and the Daintree rainforest. Kev you suck – I just wish career paid me at all.
In other news, a friend of mine from Thailand is moving to Melbourne and dropping in for a couple of weeks to check out Adelaide so I’m buying a car for a few weeks and doing the backyard tourist thing. And i'm finaly going to get to go surfing again and try out the custom hand made body board i got made in Thailand.
To wind it up, last night was the coolest party I’ve been to in years. The Fair Trade Flinders Club ran a fundraising and awareness evening / party at Zhivago’s (awesome stylish Adelaide nightclub) and it was packed out by 9pm with talks and fair trade and grooving reggae afterwards. I was drinking Kingfisher beer – guaranteed not to give you a hangover and I got to make a short speech and tell everyone about the project in Cambodia. I’m still on a high after getting heaps of great feedback. We raised over $500 from selling coffee, brownies, cover charge, count the coffee beans competition and selling badges. To qualify that, $500 for the Project in Cambodia means 4 families permanently empowered to break out of the cycle of poverty and educate their children. (http://carpets.wyps.org)
On a final note
For anyone who thinks life is tough or whose family is getting them down think on this: Today I interviewed a 70 year old lady whose family (husband, father, mother and son) had all died of cancer and who had it herself. She was optimistic about the future.
