The Kilbot Fam spent Christmas at my sister's farm* situated in Morawa, in the heart of the Australian Outback**. This sort of country is best captured in photos***, and if you click on the Full Story link you can take a pictorial journey through life on the farm.
* in fairness to my brother in-law it is really his farm, and in fairness to his kin it is really the Agar family farm.
** if you look at a map of Western Australia is hardly the heart of anything, it is not even that far from Perth on the grand scale of things… but it is out of mobile range and the country store didn't sell Marlboro Reds Soft Pack, so y'know you pretty much fend for yourself out there.
*** actually, photos don't capture a scratch of the Australian Outback, how can you fit 360 degrees of flat, burnt ground into a 800px by 600px photo? You can't, but my brother-in-law did a pretty good job****.
**** It was 42 degrees up there - my blood has become too thick for the mid west - so I sent my brother-in-law out with my dad to take some photos while I sat at the homestead and sipped on pina coladas.
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Sunset… you can see the inspiration for the Aboriginal flag, black earth, red sky and the setting yellow sun</center>
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The Windmill… an Australian icon</center>
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If you look real careful, and use a little imagination, you can see a kangaroo in with the sheep</center>
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One of the sheep dogs having a swim</center>
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Hello Perth! I have just touched down and I swear on the way home I saw Geoff Gallop wearing a suit and riding a vesper up Beaufort St… it may have just been the heat and brightness of this city going straight to my head. Currently I am at my parents in Mt Hawthorn and am getting stuck into my first glass of brasso. Unfortunately this is not a 'let's get started' drink, this is a 'time for bed' drink… I haven't got much sleep over the last week. At my parents request I will be spending Christmas at my sister's farm in Morawa, so if I don't catch you tonight I will see you in a couple of days.
Merry Christmas Everyone
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Inspired by this thread on B3ta, I thought that I would start a discussion on the worst songs ever.
Obviously there are two main categories here:
1. Worst Songs Ever: Songs that absolutely suck, no matter how you look at them.
2. Most Hated Songs Ever: Songs that others may think are good, but you hate them for some (possibly irrational) reason. These are often the songs that I get requests for every time I DJ.
To get the ball rolling I would have to say that the first arse-bitingly inane single from the Fast Food Rockers made my jaw drop and my bowels loosen when I had the misfortune of stumbling across the clip on Video Hits. I still don't think I have properly recovered from that horrifying trauma.
Go nuts people. I want to see the vitriol fly.
Every year is a killer Christmas for the Kilbot family, but Perth may get a very special present this year with plans afoot to get Yours Truely™ home for the festive season. The plan hinges on a couple of factors and is 50/50 at the moment but you could help tip the balance… I need to know what is happening in Perth to see if it is worth my while. Please post invites and rumours in the comments section.
Here's a good example:
The Fascist Fair Go Party in It's An Astronomical Life… Christmas Eve at the Amplifier Bar, 8pm till late. (mehr informationen)
Badger's post there in the Ol' Shoutbot™ has reminded me of the names I have planned for my children:
1. Jesus. For my first born son, and I would push the whole package.. “Yes son, a lot of people have been waiting a long time for you. You've got a lot of work to do.” When I told my mum of my plans to call my first born son Jesus she started crying…
2. Hygienic-Lily. For my first born daughter. Hygienic-Lily's are those little plastic lids that come with your favourite beverage from your favourite fast food restaurant. A beautiful pairing of words and the hyphen makes it so classy.
3. Nasdaq. For the next child, boy or girl, preferably Asian. My best scientific research indicates that the youngest child is always the most technologically advanced, and how good would it be to have a computer whiz kid called Nasdaq in the house.
