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WEATHER MAKER
Read this and weep, Tim Flannery:
Sydney’s dam levels hit the half full mark today.
As of 3pm, the city’s dams were 50 per cent full, up 10.8 percentage points on the previous week thanks to heavy rainfall over the catchment. Last week’s mark was 39.2 per cent …
The Premier, Morris Iemma, said rain over the past 14 days had added about 7½ months to the longevity of Sydney’s drinking water supply.
“Over the past two weeks up to 320mm of rain has fallen on Sydney’s catchment areas, boosting the dams by 336 billion litres of water,” Mr Iemma said.
The next time you hear Flannery making long-term climate predictions, remember this: even his short-term predictions are hilariously wrong. Meanwhile, media appearances by the previously unavoidable Priustologist seem to have dried up.
UPDATE. A coldening is upon us:
Commercial meteorological resource Weatherzone said Mount Isa on Wednesday recorded the lowest maximum ever in the Australian tropics at only 7.7C.
Blame coal! Coal causes all of these “freak weather events”.
UPDATE II. Brisbane’s Marty K. emails:
On Wednesday the mercury got to a meagre 12.8 degrees, which, according to Channel 7 news, makes it our coldest June day in 80-odd years. The Courier-Mail thinks it’s the coldest since 1973 at least.
There has to be an explanation for this. Now that police have ended the manhunt for the Melbourne gunman, they can launch one in South-East Queensland looking for Al Gore or Tim Flannery.
The climate change thingamyjig was a nice lark Mr. Flannery. Feel free to return to your job as a paleontologist.
Posted by Infidel Tiger on 2007 06 22 at 03:55 AM • permalinkI think hes Dam-ed if he does and dam-ed if he doesnt really.
Posted by thefrollickingmole on 2007 06 22 at 04:25 AM • permalinkCannot cope with this Global warming- got chilblains for first time in years and can barely walk the dog for the pain in swollen red toes- I am freezing cold, hands blue and dead white as I do my bit for Gaia and not light the fire until after seven.
Washing hanging in sodden misery on line and weeds just loving the rain. I wonder is there a commercial use for Oxalis? I am too scared to kill it don’t want big Al or Bobby Brown come gunnin fer me.Yes I am another sook who lives in Darwin,where tonight the sun is just about to set (around 7.00pm)and it is BLOODY FREEZING at 24 degrees.
Not much warming of the globe occurring here tonight.
As readers would be aware, on Wednesday we had our coldest June day ever when the mercury never got over 21 degrees ALL DAY!
I feel sure the “another ice age is coming” theorists would have had plenty followers during the last few days.
It was 9 degrees in Canberra today after a low of -6 in my suburb last night. I expect all of you to start emitting more carbon right now. Do it for the freezing children of Canberra!
Posted by Art Vandelay on 2007 06 22 at 05:40 AM • permalinkAccording to the San Jose Mercury, Tim Flannery’s teaching some sort of baseballian group. I hope, for their sake, that he’s a better baseballian than climadictatarian.
Posted by AlburyShifton on 2007 06 22 at 05:52 AM • permalinkI’m so glad we installed some recycled paper insulation last year. Our summer was very nice, and we hardly used the air con, and our winter, even with the record cold, still didn’t require the heater. bub has hers on, but she now has a sniffle, so the steam machine is a pumping.
re carbon emissions, I must say I have done my best by passing copious wind every time I read a Flannery “prediction” “scare”
bullshitstatement.Hope it helps.
Alright Tim, I’m sick of your crap. You obviously have no degree in science, or you’d know that CO2 causes global cooling as well as global warming, not to mention global raining and global drying.
If there was no CO2 in the air, the entire world would be a comfortable 72 degrees, day or night, with perfect rainfall all across the globe. All of us environmentalists know this, why don’t you?
We’ve got to end Co2 production RIGHT NOW! On the count of 3, everyone hold your breath…
Um, guys? Do any of you own socks, or long-sleeve shirts? And you can close your windows, you know. Though here in Florida when it gets below 65 degrees (That’s about 18 degrees Celsius) we open our windows.
Come on now. Man up! Weaklings won’t survive the coming Ice Age.
Posted by Andrea Harris, Administrator on 2007 06 22 at 06:58 AM • permalinkI just spent Thursday doing my site induction at an underground coal mine which involves a walk down the people and equipment drift. Fine except that it doubles as the main intake for ventilation and it turns out it was the coldest June day for years.
Bollocks to this; I thought this coal mining game was warming the earth up. I should have stayed in Open Cut mining.
Or maybe I should move to hard rock. Hey frollickingmole, need a mining engineer?
I see. Allow me to adjust the journalists’ template, in view of this latest development:
Scientists, however, warn that short-term, localized cool spells cannot forestall the inevitable, worldwide rise in temperatures created by man’s continued production of greenhouse gases. Climatologists call for continued efforts to reduce CO2 production, especially among industrialized nations, to prevent what many experts call the “snowball” of global warming.
There. Let the agitation continue.
Posted by Rittenhouse on 2007 06 22 at 09:32 AM • permalinkOK. Enough with the dam jokes, you bunch of racists.
As a dam designer, I find this extremely hurtful and I might not be able to stop myself from taking terrible, swift vengeful action
Posted by Jack from Montreal on 2007 06 22 at 09:34 AM • permalink#41 It’s near perfect, isn’t it? No matter WHAT happens with the climate, the climate is still doomed to the inevitable melt down. Don’t let those decieving frigid temperatures fool you. It’s much like the kicking of a dying cockroach, or the flapping of a headless chicken. CO2 is the global Jim Jones and he’s serving up some nasty punch.
#42: That’s right, Jack, you mentioned that you were one-a them dam engineers. Just out of curiosity, have you ever seen Coolidge Dam in Arizona? I believe it’s the largest rock dam in the world. I had a flat tire out that way after a harrowing trip along the Apache Highway that runs through the Superstition Mountains (“nearly seventy miles of well-maintained gravel roads” - like driving on the world’s longest washboard).
The Maximum Temperature Anomaly map below helps appreciate how cold it is right across Australia. The only positive temperature anomaly is in a very small area south of Shark Bay. Everywhere else (a land area approximately the same as the continental USA) is colder than normal and a huge swathe is a massive 12 degrees C below normal.
Ah, Ash! There you are. Thought you might want to revisit this whole baby name business. Feel free to select from the following list:
Paqueline (French; nickname, “Packie”)
Pakeesha (U.S. inner-city)
Paquita (Spanish dimunitive of the feminine, “Paca”)
Paca Sue Belle (U.S. southern region)
Paquette (French diminutive)
Pacovia Pacovna (Russian)
Paconoria (English, aristocratic slant)
Packypus (Native Australian)
May I offer you a refreshment? Or something to eat?
Check out the two minute raw noodles dipped in chocolate with garlic salt, Texas Bob. I hear that’s something special.
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2007 06 22 at 10:31 AM • permalinkO/T, but it’s Frothy Friday, and we’ve got to give Media Watch something to do.
And on a now practically extinct thread, commenter mks57, hopping the train after it’s already well out of the station, makes the not entirely unfair point that we are condemning that which we have not seen. Or is it a fair point? I don’t recall that anyone condemned the “performances”; they may have been excellent for all I know. But are good performances sufficient to raise a calculated piece of propaganda to the level of art? And even if so, are we compelled to ignore the clear (and admitted) propaganda aspects simply because they may be carried off with technical brilliance? Discuss among yourselves while I eat my ridiculously low-fat and unappetizing lunch.
The performances themselves may have been of the highest standard, however, I do believe we were criticizing the story told in the play.
I personally don’t think that good performances are sufficient to raise a calculated piece of propoganda to the level of art. I believe propoganda is propoganda, and art is art. Art is something that can be appreciated by everyone for any number of reasons, whether they agree with any messages contained within. Propoganda has the sole intention of either telling only one side of the story, or of misleading the viewer about the facts.
If your lunch doesn’t appeal to you Paco, I still have some scones left.
To continue on to Paco….
Hands up those who have actually seen the play? WHOOPS - Looks like it’s just me. How could I tell…because of the ignorant comments most of you made. That includes the ones about the director’s name. Obviously many of you are not into the theatre… pity really… in the case of “Osama the Hero”, you are missing out on some great performances.
You know, pity that no one has allowed my, three excused homicides per year to pass.
And yes I know, The Lord Of The Compost(ME) would be a target, but they had better be damn good, because then, the rule of self defense would be on my side and my plea.
#46 Paco - I’m more of a concrete dam person myself. When I’m in that part of the US, I always make a side trip to Hoover or Glen Canyon dams
Posted by Jack from Montreal on 2007 06 22 at 12:38 PM • permalinkI already answered him, big fat lot of good it does anyone.
I’m not spending my money on pretentious wankers. Period.
So call it “art,” call it “Shirley,” call it “provocative,” but if I don’t like it, I’m not going.
Simple as that.
Elizabeth
Imperial KeeperPosted by Elizabeth Imperial Keeper on 2007 06 22 at 12:40 PM • permalinkAsh_
Oh my yes…a brilliant steed, indeed. Except, I must get him out of the habit of stopping at rail crossings. ‘Tis a safety feature in and of him, but when one is under fire..NOT good.
Oh my dear Ash_, since my legs are hairy and having tired the duct tape, masking tape, glue, school paste and what not to hold up fishnets. I can eliminate those. the other options that you suggested are fine. Just get me her name and addy…:).
Oh, just in case, the second of the two, is who I mean.
OT Tony Blair may convert to Catholocism
Well, I can see that going down well with some people in England. Of course, I mean those damn Presbyterians.
Oh, El Cid, I understand what you mean. Rail crossings are far more dangerous when one is under fire. Do you encounter the same trouble with traffic lights?
The second of the two is a lovely lady, if I had her name and address I would most assuredly forward them on to you. As it happens, those are my preferred way of keeping stockings up also.
Ash_
Do you encounter the same trouble with traffic lights?
Only when I try to enact my yet to be passed, three excused homicides per year.
The second of the two is a lovely lady, if I had her name and address I would most assuredly forward them on to you. As it happens, those are my preferred way of keeping stockings up also.
I’m sure, you are as lovely and honestly “those are my peferred way”
to viewummm, to do said same.89 Ash_
wearing stockings that way also results in a reduced need to show a little thigh as I pull the thigh highs up again.
Ahemmmm, yes. I shall try my best, but may need an instructional video OR in lieu of, an instructor….lol.
You see, I just started wearing the damn things, since they were found, in my Explorer. I don’t have the hang of it and when I do, it gets in the way…:).
Thanks, Paco.
El Cid, those fishnets can be a pain, although the last time I wore them was in high school in 1970. Ah, a long time ago, in another galaxy.
Elizabeth
Imperial KeeperPosted by Elizabeth Imperial Keeper on 2007 06 22 at 01:49 PM • permalink98 Ash_
If they’re the ones with the rubber lining around the top to hold them up
Rubber lining? Hmmmmmm. Lemme see. Nope. See no signs of
prophylacticor rubberswould you mind including any spare super glue you have laying around?
Not at all, have to locate it though, had a few last night and it’s missing. Couldn’t possibly have used it for my toothbrushing, for my mouth still opens. Damn, where is that shit???
El Cid,
Behind the nice embroidery on this lady’s stockings, will be the most evil rubber ever created.
It’s supposed to hold them up, but not only does it not achieve this aim, but it makes legs sweat and the rubber chafes.
Much better using the suspenders.
Ash_
Behind the nice embroidery on this lady’s stockings, will be the most evil rubber ever created.
Well mine aren’t that fancy.
It’s supposed to hold them up, but not only does it not achieve this aim, but it makes legs sweat and the rubber chafes.
I see. Oh and no comment on the rest…:).
Much better using the suspenders.
Hmmmm, that must be where I failed, use of suspenders. Friggin’ rat asses at the course, would have tried to snap the bastards anyway. Which most certainly would have invoked, one my three excused homicides rule (not yet in effect).
OT (as if my other contributions haven’t been)
Aussie Cleric Supports Hezbollah
THE nation’s most senior Shia Muslim cleric has attacked John Howard for backing Israel against Arabs and openly declared his allegiance to the Iranian-backed terrorist group Hezbollah.
Rampaging Squirrel Injures Three
Rats get sloshed, anger police
The behaviour of these animals can only be attributed to global warming.
“... but it makes legs sweat and the rubber chafes.”
That might be a viable opinion, but this is a subject which more data and (er) research is required .... Some would advocate “hands-on”, but not me; unless I was compelled, forced even ...
Cheers
Posted by J.M. Heinrichs on 2007 06 22 at 02:41 PM • permalinkI didn’t do the Rampaging Squirrel proper justice. Allow me to quote from the article.
”...the squirrel went into the 72-year-old man’s garden and massively attacked him on the arms, hand and thigh,” the spokesman said.
“Then he killed it with his crutch.”
I get the feeling a proof-reader will be fired.
107
Yeah, exactly what is it with males and a desire to flick anything tight and elastic?
1. Ummmm, laytex envy…Oh my misspelled, l-a-t-e-x.
2. Love of rubber trees.
3. Permanent Acceptance Childhood Ogling.
4. Males never mature, they just grow.
5.______________________(fill in blank)
6.______________________(fill in blank)
7.______________________(fill in blank)
NO! You FOOLS! Don’t you SEE? With the Great Coldening being brought upon us by manmade CLIMATE CHANGE these filled dams will the birthing places of the huge glaciers that will sweep down upon our defenseless cities. We must DRAIN the reservoirs AT ONCE to give the hapless populace time to outrun the onrushing ice!
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 06 22 at 03:54 PM • permalink7.7? 12.8? You call that cold? Sheesh, come to Pennsylvania in January and experience cold. Painful cold. Nosehairs and mustache freezes everytime you inhale cold.
Posted by rightwingprof on 2007 06 22 at 03:55 PM • permalinkThe First Sea Lord of the British Navy walks into the conference room. The officers immediately stand to attention. “Please be seated, gentlemen”. The officers sit down and prepare for a briefing on the newly-adopted Australian Naval Engagement Protocol.
Gentlemen, as you know, we learned some valuable lessons from the Australian Navy’s recent success in repelling a potential Iranian attack in the Red Sea. These lessons have resulted in the new protocol for naval engagements by the British Navy.
The key to understanding the tactical superiority of the Australian approach lies in grasping the importance of what we shall call “belligerent dash”. The Australians were able to intimidate the Iranians through a display of unadulterated cheekiness and front., without firing a shot. This was accomplished largely through the employment of linguistic bellicosity. Henceforth, the following rules of engagement shall apply.
When British naval personnel are accosted by, er, “wogs”, in the Red Sea, they are to “give them a gobful”, by hailing them in a loud tone of voice, and instructing these, uh,“brown-eyed mullets” to, (*cough*) “f**k off”, (or, alternatively, to “do the Harold Holt”), and to refrain from ”pulling any shonky business” with the Royal Navy, otherwise they are likely to, er, “cark it” by catching one up the “clacker”. They are further to waive “hooroo” to the “drongos” in a facetious manner, and to “big-note” themselves with respect to the dimensions of their, um, “old fellahs”.
Applying these new principles will assist us in becoming the “bonzer” naval force that we once were. Good luck, gentlemen. God save the Queen.
OT, but very disappointing.
Despite the shrieks of horror from Meeja Watch, we’re only a bunch of lightweights: timblair.net is only rated PG
Some RWDBs we are… Damn, if it weren’t for El Cid, we’d be rated G.
Posted by Spiny Norman on 2007 06 22 at 05:45 PM • permalinkHeh-heh.
Actually, El Cid, if you paste the URLs of individual comment threads, you’ll get very different results. For example, the Angry Lefty thread gets an NC-17.
That’s more like it.
Posted by Spiny Norman on 2007 06 22 at 06:34 PM • permalinkHi El Cid!
I see everyone’s been up posting all night. I had a good sleep, ‘cept I didn’t turn off the alarm and woke at 5:15-ish. So then I slept in!
Fishnets, eh? Hmm.
I liked them for special occasions.El Cid, gr…umm… well, minds anyway, think alike! :-) I just asked Sir Tim for a thread on Aussie food. Hopefully he’ll go for it.
Posted by Mary in LA on 2007 06 22 at 08:47 PM • permalinkThat fat prick Algor must be somewhere nearby - it’s supposed to go down to 40 degrees (that’s 4 degrees C for you metric types) in my area of the People’s Democratic Republic of Taxachusetts tonight.
It’s summer. Al, dude, WTF?
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 08:49 PM • permalink#136 I believe that tool does a scan of the homepage and gives an on-the-spot rating. Comments are in comment threads, not on the front page, and aren’t going to affect the rating.
Posted by daddy dave on 2007 06 22 at 09:39 PM • permalinkOh, hell, I’ll play. Continuation of kae’s #140
...in the very depths of her soul. She had come to this climate change conference expecting only to admire him from afar. True, she often fantasized about him, imagining his accent, his figure, and even his PowerPoint slides as she pleasured herself late at night with the vibrator she had named after him, but she had never expected anything like this.
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 09:46 PM • permalinkShe had approached him after his presentation and asked shyly for his autograph. Turning to acknowledge her, he was struck by her beauty. The lanky, unwashed hair, the tie-dyed Che T-shirt knotted in front to form a makeshift halter, the dirty cutoff jeans, the Birkenstocks, the faint scent of patchouli and stronger smell of pot - she was the lefty of whom he had always dreamed.
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 09:54 PM • permalink#145
Nope! Are we supposed to jump right into the action, or set the scene first? :D
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 09:56 PM • permalinkBlue State Sil, you wouldn’t be getting self-conscious, would you? With all these people watching?
Posted by daddy dave on 2007 06 22 at 10:00 PM • permalinkAfter signing her copy of “An Inconvenient Truth,” he had asked her if she had plans for the evening. She stared at him at first, shocked that he would even take notice of her, let alone speak to her, then stammered something incoherent about only planning to walk back to her hotel and sit in the darkened, freezing room so she wouldn’t waste energy. “Oh, hush now, darlin’,” he drawled. “A pretty little gal like you shouldn’t spend the evening alone. Why don’t you come with me? We’ll get something to eat, then…talk. Yeah, we’ll talk. That’s it.”
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 10:06 PM • permalink#153 - either that or Mr. Dickhead.
He had taken her to a local vegan eatery famed for serving the freshest greens around (so fresh that they didn’t even bother washing them before serving, instead charging extra for the minerals in the dirt). She had noted that he hadn’t really touched his bean-sprout wrap or his spinach-tofu shake, and thought she had overheard him saying something about “KFC and maybe a pizza later on” to his driver, but figured that he was just tired from the presentation. He then asked her, “Darlin’, how about going back to my suite with me? I want to show you some carbon credits.”
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 10:18 PM • permalink“Speaking of hot, you must be feeling pretty warm in that outfit, darlin’. You might have a fever, just like the Earth. Better let me check.” He ran his hands up her back, under her shirt, and whispered, “Just as I thought - you’re burning up. Let’s just get rid of this, shall we?”
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 10:24 PM • permalink#20 Dave Wane
Yes I am another sook who lives in Darwin,where tonight the sun is just about to set (around 7.00pm)and it is BLOODY FREEZING at 24 degrees.
Harden the fuck up. (Audio NSFW)
Posted by flying pigs over mecca on 2007 06 22 at 10:27 PM • permalinkAlthough she was desperate to feel his touch, she had asked him to wait until they were in his suite before he slipped her shirt off. Reluctantly, he agreed, but he kept stroking her back as the limo pulled into the drive of what had to be the biggest, most exotic hotel she had ever seen. Puzzled, she looked at him and said, “But, doesn’t this place use a lot of carbon, Al?” He smiled lazily at her and said, “Carbon credits, sweetheart - it’s all taken care of - don’t you worry about a thing.”
They had gone up to his palatial penthouse suite and were now standing out on the balcony enjoying the brisk late June air. A light snow began to fall, but she wasn’t chilled - the heat of his hands feverishly stroking her skin and the heat of the half-dozen space heaters he had placed around the balcony saw to that.
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 10:34 PM • permalinkFor a moment, it seemed as though he would sweep her into his arms and carry her back into the bedroom, but he began panting heavily when he tried to lift her and had to put her back down. Instead, he took her by the hand and led her through the open French doors and into a huge candlelit bedroom. Embracing, they sank down together onto the polar-bearskin rug (“it drowned, darlin’ - it was the damndest thing - didn’t want to waste the fur), in front of a roaring fire that warmed the room (“genuine rainforest hardwoods, darlin’ - nothing but the best for you”). He poured each of them a glass of Australian chardonnay and raised his in a toast. “To Gaia and to us.”
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 10:43 PM • permalink“Oh, SHIT,” Al hissed. “Hang on, darlin’ - I need to take this call in the other room. While I’m gone, be a sweetheart and slip this on, will you?” As the phone continued ringing insistently, he got up, rummaged through the closet for a moment, and dropped a large plastic bag in front of her. He then hurriedly left the room.
Curious, she opened the bag and lifted out what had to be the strangest garment she had ever seen. It was made of ocean-blue silk decorated with a pattern of what looked almost like continents of green, brown, and white. There was a matching headpiece of cottony white, almost like a halo of clouds. Slipping out of her tattered hippie clothes, she donned the odd garments and walked over to the full-length mirror that covered one wall. “Weird,” she thought. “I look sort of like…”
“GAIA!” She turned and saw Al coming towards her, a strange, crazed, passionate look on his face.
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 10:52 PM • permalinkHow embarrassing. I hate it when that happens. (*sits back down*) sorry everyone. sorry… where were we?
Posted by daddy dave on 2007 06 22 at 10:57 PM • permalinkShe braced herself for the impact as Al lumbered across the room and grabbed her. He buried his face in her cleavage, feverishly kissing her breasts as he half-gasped, half-sobbed, “Gaia, my love, my love! You came to me! I knew it was you! I knew my faith would be rewarded! So primitive, so natural, so earthy - you ARE Gaia!”
She stood stock-still for a moment, then thought, “oh, what the hell - it’s no worse than that Glinda the Good Witch bit my last boyfriend liked.”
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 11:07 PM • permalinkPressing against him, she purred seductively, “Yes, it’s true. I am Gaia, come to reward you for serving me so well. I’m getting so hot and wet - are you ready to cool me, Al?”
Al raised his flushed face to hers and whispered hoarsely, “Yes, my lady - anything you want - I am your slave!”
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 11:17 PM • permalink#178
...and a harsh voice cawed, “Al! AL! Are you in there? Al, it’s me! Tipper!”
“FUCK!”
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 11:20 PM • permalinkShe looked down at him in shock and dismay. “Tipper? Isn’t that your WIFE? But, you said you weren’t with her any more!”
Struggling to his feet, Al gasped, “Yes - I mean, no - I mean - aw, what the FUCK! She doesn’t understand me like you do! Wait in here, darlin’, while I get rid of her!” He half-dragged, half-carried her to the walk-in closet and shut her in. She considered shrieking at him, but then thought better of it. There was no way in hell she could take Tipper in a fight.
He hurried to the door and flung it open. “Tipper! Honey! What are YOU doing here?”
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 11:27 PM • permalink(*audience sits back down this time*)
These false endings are a bitch.Posted by daddy dave on 2007 06 22 at 11:40 PM • permalinkTHREE HOURS LATER…
He yanked open the closet door, rudely awakening her when she tumbled out.
“You SON OF A BITCH!”
“Look, darlin’, I can explain…”
“Explain WHAT, you BASTARD? You said you didn’t LOVE her any more! You said you weren’t WITH her any more! You said I was your little granola girl!”
“Listen… I can explain…”
“Hot MONKEY LOVE? Complete with MONKEY OUTFITS? ‘Oh, Tipper - oh, baby - yeah, that’s it - suck that banana!’”
“But…”
“You fat PRICK!”
“But.. but… but… oh, damn.”
As she stormed out the door, Al sank heavily down on the bed. He picked up his cell phone and dialed a familiar number.
“Hey, Bill? You know how you were going to give me some pointers on getting a little on the side? I think I’m going to take you up on that offer.”
fin
Sorry, Al - no hippie ass for you tonight.
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 11:44 PM • permalinkWe could do a Flannery/Gore slash story, but that would just be nasty. Ugh.
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 22 at 11:45 PM • permalinkyes, an awesome performance. *applause* (again).
Bravo. Whooooo!Posted by daddy dave on 2007 06 23 at 12:02 AM • permalinkcongrats especially to Blue State Sil, star of the show.
Posted by daddy dave on 2007 06 23 at 12:03 AM • permalink#190 - daddy dave
Yep, it’s over - Al’s heart has been broken again, and he has to resort to conference-call phone sex with Bill and Flannery.
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 23 at 12:05 AM • permalinkso that’s the final horror scene post-credits, huh? What a surprise twist.
Man, this show had everything.Posted by daddy dave on 2007 06 23 at 12:07 AM • permalink*blushes*
Thanks, guys! Not much of a bodice-ripper, alas, but still fun.
Posted by Blue State Sil on 2007 06 23 at 12:12 AM • permalink*applause*
Surely a { . . gasp!} grant from the Arts Council cannot be denied to Sil for that effort. Magnificent!
Posted by Pedro the Ignorant on 2007 06 23 at 04:45 AM • permalinkOh, quick, someone take a screen shot…re: dolphins…
Another low pressure system is going to form off the east coast on Tuesday. So expect more wet weather in NSW.
http://www.bom.gov.au/products/IDG00074.shtml
And the Perth forecast is rain as far out as the forecast goes.
Now all I need is for the Perth Water Corporation to stop running those stupid ‘Drying Climate’ ads.
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Gore the warmalist…wrong. Flannery the junior warmalist…wrong. I’m bloody freezing here, where are the coolalists when you need them to warm things up?