I’m ‘Welsh Dog’ and I live here. Actually not so far off the truth, I *do* spend a lot of time here messing about so if you drop a comment in you’ll likely get a response pretty damn soon! If you accompany the comment with the offer of a free beer or three the response will be even faster!!

Welsh Dog in May 2008

I don’t seem to *do* much – not even shave, as you can tell – but spend my days as a ‘housespouse’ and watching my kids make the house messier by the minute because “Daddies on the computer again!”

They’ll get over it :D

Now… who wants to make a comment about this??

Was it just a few short weeks ago that I was standing in the local Dick Smith’s shop (electronic stuff) holding in my hand a battery charger? Was it only a few short weeks ago I put it back on the shelf because it was too expensive… and anyway I’ll never nee one will I??

Guess what?

Was cleaning the car all morning. Interior lights on… radio on… result…. flat battery.

Rand ‘roadside assistance’ and they’ll be here in an hour. This is cutting it fine. I’m due to leave to collect the youngest in an hour.

Counting it out… 45 mins left… and counting! :D

I’m not sure if I’m following the soap opera properly. Can you give this synopsis a run through and see if I’ve missed anything out??

I suppose the opening act in this ‘comedy of errors’ would have to be the collapse of the Liberal Party at the last General Election, and expulsion of John Howard both from his position as Prime Minister *and* losing his seat to boot… a trick only done once before in Australian politics back in the far distant past.

Things quietened for a few months while we all giggled a bit. Then after a few months when we needed something new to laugh at, the NSW Labor Party stepped up to the stage and took their turn, The State Labor Party realising the state’s economic were so shonky they were in danger of collapse determined the best way forward was to sell off the electricity supply!!! Well why not, it was streamlined, was making massive profits for the people of the state and… err… well ok those weren’t very good reasons but still thy tried.

They tried and they failed.

Bizarrely, the state Liberals voted against *their* principles to *keep* the supply in public ownership!! With a clear picture of economic disaster emerging, John Watkins, the Deputy Premier, resigned. The front bench still reeling from a recent scandal involving a married couple of sitting members, was ripe for a shuffle, so the Premier Morris Iemma walked into the caucus room with a list of demands for change… impossible demands.

When they weren’t met… instead of negotiating… he up and resigned on the spot!! He resigned not only his position… but also his seat in Parliament! What a laugh eh? What was funnier was that the caucus then elected to the post of leader… and therefore Premier… an MP who is somewhat inexperienced with only a few years in politics… some of them working for an MP who was convicted not long ago of abusing little boys!!

Leaving that to one side, he then set about reforming the front bench… by sacking many of the people who’d voted him in! As an extra treat, the Health Minister Reba Meagher also flounced off… neglecting (as she flounced), to tell the new Premier she was off. Luckily she *did* announce her resignation directly to the media otherwise we probably would never have known!! Nice!! :D

So in the space of a week we lost the Premier, Deputy Premier, Treasurer, Health Minister, Planning Minister… oh yes we also lost the new Police Minister sacked after 3 days in the job for dancing around drunk in his underwear and attempting to ‘have sex’ with the ‘bustline’ of another MP, Noreen Hay who was Parliamentary Secretary for Health!

There were a few more but I’ve lost track of who did what to whom!!

Of course being mostly within NSW, the lunacy was fairly localised and other parts of the country were feeling a little miffed at being sidelined so started up their own show.

Of these, Western Australia probably put on the best performance with the voters doing their part by balancing their votes such that the incumbent Labor administration was just pipped at the post. The government over there now consists of a weird combination of Liberals, Nationals, lesser parties… and one defector from the Labor Party!

Their sideshow resulted in the leader of the Liberals, who had resigned after ‘losing’ the election… withdrawing his resignation and taking over control of the state!!

Of course, the real clowns (a.k.a the Federal Liberal Party) were regrouping having decided that the leader they elected to take them to the next election, one Dr. Brendan Nelson, was in fact to be ‘transition man’ and the real hero was to be Peter Costello… who was handed the job on a platter by John Howard and turned it down on election night… saying *he* was resigning his seat immediately after winning it… and leaving politics.

Ok this part is a little complicated. Nelson was now leader but was concerned that Costello who was going to resign would in fact return and take over the party he turned his back on. What’s more, showing real leadership, Nelson was going to stand aside and let him!! Keeping everyone guessing, Costello made no moves towards the throne (as he hadn’t done for the 13 years before) but wafted about in the wings keeping everyone who cared waiting for him to make his move.

It transpired that Costello was in fact simply waiting for his book to released in which he was telling all about his time as John Howard’s putative, but never to be realised, successor. When it became clear he wasn’t going to tap Nelson on the shoulder… more intrigue reared it’s head. In the wings (loads of room in Liberal wings) was Malcolm Turnbull, a self made millionaire hated by many [i](most)[/i] and known to be very pushy in an obnoxious sort of way.

He had stood for leader when he was rebuffed in favour of Nelson, but Nelson made such an appalling Opposition Leader (repeatedly scoring *the* worst opinion poll showing of any leader in Australian history)that when it appeared Costello wasn’t going to stand… Turnbull decided to stir the pot all bar telling Nelson he was planning a coup so would he mind just hanging on for a few more weeks ’til he was ready to push him aside.

The result was that Nelson pulled off his masterstroke pre-warning his supporters and then calling for a leadership ballot to confirm him in the post as Opposition Leader.

Well, as with every other strategic initiative he made through his time as Opposition Leader… he had miscalculated. Turnbull emerged from the voting session triumphant… and Nelson came out wiping tears from his eyes.

We now have a new Leader of the Opposition. Of course there are those *still* hoping Costello is just waiting until the election is looking before making his move. That is obviously something being kept secret for now!! :D

After the thrills of the past few months we’re all sitting eagerly awaiting the next episode!! Who said politics wasn’t fun?? Is this right so far… I do hope so!?!? :D

No sooner had the new State Premier of NSW emerge from the debacle of his predecessors ignominious departure, but he immediately put his foot back in it with his attitude towards the pet project of the voters of North West Sydney where, coincidentally, I happen to live.

Some background might help here, not about the chaos that was the Labor Party recently, but about the area in which we live.

This area was designated for development over twenty years ago. Acreage was subdivided, people built homes and moved in. We did this on the promise that although services were few and far between, they *were* ‘in the pipeline’ and *would* be built. Well ten years after we moved in we’re still waiting for one critical and crucial piece of this infrastructure… a rail link to Sydney.

The roads, despite being upgraded, are an utter joke, or would be was it not that the 3 hours it takes to go those few kilometres into town tends to leach away anything humorous about it. The M2 Motorway is blocked solid from 6:30 a.m. until 9:30 a.m. making it a nightmare for those unfortunate to have no other way of accessing the city available to them. And *why* is there no other access available? Because the promised ‘Metro Rail System’ seems certain to fall under the economic axe of the new Premier Nathan Rees.

By the way, we were originally promised a ‘heavy’ rail link with real trains… this was reduced to a tram-like system, but for commuters this is still preferable to a 3 hour wait in a queue!

That the project is almost certain to be killed was made clear by the sudden departure from government a week or so ago of the Deputy Premier who, strangely, was also Transport Minister. His demise was followed by the then Treasurer, Michael Costa being sacked and telling anyone who would listen that the project was a white elephant. Following close on his heels was the Premier himself who, in a classic dummy spit told the caucus that either they did it his way… or he hit the highway. And off he went into the political past resigning his seat as he went.

Well this is wonderful for them and it made headlines for days, yet it leaves the poor struggling commuters and businesses in the North Western corner of Sydney out on a limb. We’ve all invested heavily to live her in terms not only of finance, i.e. house purchase, but our kids go to school etc. There is a community here that is *desperately* in need of that rail link.

Sadly however, it is also a staunch Liberal stronghold and so there is little to be gained by Labor in pacifying the traditional voter of the area by allowing the project to continue. Sadly it looks as if political expediency will win out and we will, yet again, be left by the wayside.

The Labor government should be ashamed… but I doubt it is.

Most of the media commemorations of the 9/11 attack on New York were written and published yesterday… ours memory is slightly different so waits until today to write.

It was seven years ago this morning that I switched on the television. The wife was on a business trip and I never sleep well when she’s away so was up early. The sight that greeted me was a plane flying directly into the second of the two towers. I stood there for an hour hardly moving as events unfolded and more news came in of places ‘disappearing’, and the White House being attacked. Then the towers collapsed and like everyone else I was totally lost for words or any way of expressing what I was feeling.

For me the issue was more personal that many watching the dram because the business trip the wife had taken was to New York for the first time and I had no idea where she was in the city… and had no phone number to try to contact her on.

Neither of us were unaware of terrorism of course. Having lived in London and having survived a few near misses from IRA bombs over the years, we weren’t totally naiive about the possibility of being killed… but this was different, maybe because we were so far apart.

For obvious reasons it took a long time for her to call and reassure me all was well and she was in fact a long way from the centre. Nevertheless it was enough for me that she *might* have been sightseeing and *might* have got caught up in it all. Besides, there was no way of us knowing that she wasn’t caught up in some all out attack on the USA!!

She tried to leave immediately but again, with all flights cancelled it wasn’t an easy process. Eventaully she got a flight thru Japan and got to Oz safe and sound.

Thing is, despite her being in no danger whatsoever, we were both very traumatised by it all. Her company (IBM) did absolutely nothing to help her get over it and we’ve just had to cope. However, even now, all these years later, is something to do with 9/11 comes on the TV…  she gets up and leaves the room.

Can’t say I blame her. When I look at footage of the buildings collapse or reports of new evidence and similr, *I* still get cold shivers up and down my spine thinking what could have been.

So this is my memory of 9/11 albeit a day after everyone elses.

Long ago in a far distant time, in the 1960′s I think, long before Dudley Moore had become Dudley Moore… or died of course… there was the brilliantly dangerous show “Not only but Also” starring Pete and Dud.

They’ve little to do with this post other than contributing the subject line and the immortal words of the signature song with which they ended each show. The words we’re interested in are:

Now is the time to say goodbye
Now is the time to yield a sigh (yield it, yield it)
Now is the time to wend our waaaaayyyyy
Until we meeet again
Some sunnnnnny daaaayyyyy.

And here is part of the thing as sung by the lads themselves some 40 years ago!

 [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O189_vonxdc[/youtube]

 

Obviously it droned on a little longer after that snippet, but you get the drift.

So what has it to do with the post? Well… if you’ve not guessed… the “Large Hadron Collider”, a multi billion dollar particle accelerator is due to start operations sometime over the next 24 hours.  It’s purpose is to try to recreate conditions as closely replicating the ‘Big Bang’ that created our universe as possible.

Bearing in mind what happened after the *last* Big Bang you can appreciate that the prospect of doing on the surface of planet Earth is causing a little consternation… what with it being the only planet currently available for us to inhabit. There are claims that the experiments will cause a localised ‘black hole’ which will swallow Europe… or the entire world… or the entire solar system depending on how extreme a case you are proposing. There have even been claims that the experiments will open wormholes in time and space leaving us open to attack by creatures from another dimension.

I’ve never really understood why creatures from another dimension would *want* to attack us without a least discussing it first , but I’m a novice in these matters so am not in a position to judge really.

However I *can* see how the other claims regarding black hole creation is feasible, especially since this is one of the purposes of the experiments, and I must admit to being a little nervous about it. We’ve been assured thaat the collsions the ‘Collider’ is trying to create happen thousands of times a day out in space so there’s little or nothing to concern us. However… outer space is ‘out there’. This is here… on the planet surface where we’re all desperately trying to cling to life for all we’re worth… however much that might or might not be.

At the end of the day of course it makes no difference if I’m totally complacent or a nervous wreck because of it, I have no say in the matter and it will go ahead regardless.

So the point of the post (at last!) is just to say, in the (also immortal) words of Dougie Adams… “Goodbye and thanks for all the fish!”. With luck we’ll all be here tomorrow and the next day, and the day after that and we’ll look back on this episode with amusement, much as we now do at the Millennium Bug which was supposed to stop civilisation as we know it.

Of course… it’ll be a bit of a bugger if we *aren’t* here to read this tomorrow eh??

On the other hand, since the first actual collision experiment isn’t going to take place for 6 – 8 weeks our doom and gloom might be a little premature anyway, but I’m still saying goodbye now in case I’m not around after it happens! :D

A court in New Zealand has reportedly banned any reporting of a case on the internet. I’m not entirely sure why, but I think he wants to stop people being able to research the information before the case comes to trial!

What *I’m* wondering is how exactly the court intends enforcing the decision in jurisdictions where New Zealand law doesn’t apply… like 99% of the world.

Bizarrely TV and radio stations *can* publish details of the case… including the names of the accused but I assume they just can’t upload that content to the web until the judge agrees they can.

So for details of this murder case in New Zealand you’ll just have to look at their media outlets tomorrow or the day after.

Banning just *one* section of the media sounds a little fishy, weird even but perhaps a sign of the times? We’re slowly approaching the time when more when more people will read their news online than buy a newspaper. This is actually quite worrying even for someone like myself wo spends hours each day combing the columns looking for interesting snippets because without people who pay, and people who advertise… how long can ‘the papers’ survive in their current form?

Yes, yet another Hallmark Day has come and gone and I’m here to tell the tale! The kids outdid themselves… in some ways. In others, well same old same old. The eldest daughter bought me a clock… much as she did last year! Perhaps she thinks I have some sort of fetish? It’s a nice one of course as you can see, and it’s standing on my desk near last years… and the five others that are surrounding me. :)

Fathers Day 2008: Clockwork cloc

Fathers Day 2008: Clockwork cloc

This one is really different in that it’s a real *clockwork* clock! Those gears actually tick away, so as the time turns they do! I like it :)

The youngest in a surreal frame of mind, bought me a giant fly. No idea what was going through *her* head either but she said she thought I’d like it and I do… I love it!! I like weird :)

Fathers Day 2008: Giant Fly

Fathers Day 2008: Giant Fly

As you can see from it’s position on the outside table it’s really chunky. It can’t stay there unfortunately, it would probably tarnish really quickly. Hey… you can just about make out an image of yours truly in the reflection as I took the picture!

Talking of pictures, you might be interested to learn that they were taken with a Fuji FinePix S5800 which the wife told me I could buy myself for Fathers Day. There was no point her going out to get one for me – she knows from experience I’d just whinge about her getting the wrong one or something. Though new, the camera is actually an ‘obsolete’ model that I found at a reduced price. I’m not complaining of course, it will serve me well enough until we can afford a *really* good one! Ha!! Besides, as we all know as you walk out of the door with the brightest shiniest new model… they are unloading newer even shinier ones through the back door so you can’t win. This model last Xmas was twice the price I paid so I think I’ve done well.

The image quality is perfect for my limited ability with a camera and capable of producing more than adequate results. This for example is an image of a small rose I took on the way home after my morning ‘constitutional’ around 8:30 a.m.

Morning Rose

Morning Rose

We spent the day doing very little, which is how I like it. We went for a walk to take the wife’s dry cleaning in, and out to buy the eldest daughter some acrylic paint for a project she’s working on, and in the evening played Monopoly – I won! A quiet day yes, and probably boring to some. But I was happy enough. I like being home with the family. So all in all Fathers Day was good for me.

Right now though, I’m setting  off, camera over the shoulder, to see what I can find worth capturing on ‘film’ – if anything. Yes there’s a lot happening out in the suburbs but people get *so* suspicious of you taking photographs of them or their property! :D

It was two years ago that Steve Irwin (The Crocodile Hunter) was killed by a sting ray and started the rise to fame of little Bindi. Since then the Irwin family has been in the news here on and off… admittedly more on… with various issues, problems, and triumphs.

For months we’ve carried a link to a petition to try to save part of the half million acre property leased by the Irwins and called in part The Steve Irwin Wildlife Reserve, from being mined by a company called Cape Alumina.

Sadly we’ve learned today that the Queensland courts have rejected the application to have their right to mine the area removed with the result that endangered wildlife and pristine habitat will shortly be under threat of total unrecoverable destruction.

Of course before they can actually start excavating their mine, they still have to run an ‘environmental impact study’… but once that hurdle is over, the Steve Irwin Wildlife Reserve will find itself ruined forever as the spoil, dust, truck movements etc concomitant with this sort of development spreads over what is currently a half million acres of wilderness.

To rub salt into the wounds… the Land Court awarded costs in favour of the mining company which Terri Irwin et all will have to cough up.

As land grab follows land grab, as old growth forests are felled to fuel Japanese obsession with woodchip, as mines pile the spoil from their exploitation into ever increasing mountains oif filth does *nobody* care what is happening to the country and how little will soon be left for our kids of what is best about Australia?? 

I’m sure Cape Alumina will add as much ‘positive spin’ as theycan manage to reduce the public relations fallout but regardless of what they say there is one unalterable truth. Once ruined by them the area will *never* be the same again.

Makes me seethe.

Was looking today at the new Chrome Browser by Google and I have to admit to being *really* impressed!! The screen ‘real estate’ is being used to far greater advantage now I’ve lost those controls I only ever used once in a blue moon, and those additional search boxes that cluttered the place. This browser searches from the ‘address bar’ which leaves a *huuuuge* space!! :)

I’m not saying it’s perfect but I’ve a;ready stopped using Firefox in favour of Chrome and that alone should convince you it’s worth a look even if you decide it isn’t for you!

Whilst trying out the browser I meandered into Google Groups and found this little snippet of information:

 

What is a Usenet Newsgroup?

Google Groups contains the world’s most comprehensive archive of Usenet postings, dating back to 1981. Using Groups, you won’t need a newsreader and you can search this archive the same way you’d search on the web. You can also use Groups to post your own comments to an existing Usenet newsgroup.

Usenet is an online bulletin board system that began at Duke University in 1979. Usenet users can post messages to newsgroups that can be read (and responded to) by anyone who has access to the system through a newsreader. Over the years, the number of newsgroups has grown into the thousands; they’re hosted all over the world and cover every conceivable topic.

Well I appreciate this means nothing to most of you but for years I almost *lived* on Usenet arguing and fighting my way around the groups with all and sundry. For years the archive for all this dross was Deja News but after a series of financial blunders the system was all bar wrecked. Luckily Google bought the archive and extended it as far back as 1981 and created the web interface we see today… which is nowhere near as accessible as the old Deja was. Nevertheless at least the archive was saved so now you’ll be able to go and search to see just hopw rude I was to people… if you can find out what my nickname and/or email adress was/were! :D

Still, the point is that I did all the research and searching using the new browser and apart from a couple of little quirks it’s worked with no problems whatsoever!

As for meself… well I’m slowly losing weight, in part because I’m eating less and alo because I’m moving around more. So do I miss the net?? Well yes. But I’ll get over it. :)

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