No hablo ingles

Hmmm, this post has no point what-so-ever. My brain is non-functional, no wait that's not quite right. It's more like there's a thousand ideas screaming around in there but I can't hold onto one long enough to follow it to its end. And I didn't want to be one of those people who don't post for ages, and ages, and ages (Taggs!!). My head is just in one of those manic phases. Nothing wrong with that, it's just out of sync with my body. I could probably drink a shit load of coffee in the hope that it catches up. Though sleep is a pretty good option too - sometimes I get some of the most vivid dreams (not those sort of dreams though, damn it!).

And in further news: there's a cyclone off the coast! Yee-ha! I have a strange fascination with cyclones. It may have something to do with being in Darwin for Christmas 1974. I'm told I slept through the whole thing! My parents have photos of the place afterwards, it's pretty darn freaky (and that's not because my parents sort of looked cool, in a seventies way. Well the eighties certainly fixed that!). I used to hate thunder storms as a kid, the thunder scared the absolute shit out of me. But now I love the things - maybe it's an appreciation of the majesty of nature at work, either that or I really like things that go bang and stuff. Yes I am a kidult! I have the toys to prove it!

League season starts again in 14 days! Go you mighty Tigers!

See I told you there was no point to this post.

Rock, rock, n' more rock,
J.