Ford announce Front Wheel Drive Falcon??

Ford cut the Wagon-results in a year of worst sales
Ford Cut the Panel Van results in opening up the market share for Expensive European import panel vans
Ford cut the v8 in the 80’s and have never recovered from such a near sighted and ludicrous decision.

I can’t believe the lengths that some companies will go to fail.

If you read American Forums the American drivers are envious of our Ford Falcon.
GMC decided that the Commodore was a platform for the world, and yet Ford America decide that a vehicle, superior to any other they make, is not worth marketing and distributing world wide as “The Sports Saloon” Accelerates like a mustang but actually knows how to go around a corner.

I drive a the last model of V8 fairmont wagon with full Tickford options.
It’s an AU, I would drive a newer model, but Ford cut the V8 and the Fairmont in the Wagon Line.

Wake up to yourself FORD America…

I drive a V8 ford Wagon with all the luxuries.

I tow

I like Performance

I like handling

I like build quality

I am Australian

I drive long distance 800km at the drop of a hat. Often towing

I will not be doing that in a front wheel drive, or with the extra running cost of an all wheel drive.

Ford if you don’t wake up to yourself I’m buying a BMW or Volvo wagon, and I just about vomited that phrase.

Well I'm nto buying a Holden, they make Hatchbacks....

Touching the silicon base

I hate you haiku
you are way too hard to do
might eat a burger

Simon had a thought.

Yes, I know they are few and far between.

I was thinking how good would it be to create a quiz that parallels questions in movies??

For example..

From Airheads..

Which way did you go with the Van Halen and Le Roth split?

and

Who would win in an Arm wrestle Lemmy or God?

Biblical Parallel Questions

Which way did you go with the Paul and Barnabas split?

Who would win in a wrestling match between Jacob and God?

Any thoughts or ideas?? or even answers to any of the questions posed?

Keep on truckin'

Dumm didi dumm dumm dummm..
diddle le dee de Dumm dumm..

Know what I mean?

MYC-Mid Year Congestion

Amanda returned from MYC (Mid Year Convention, a week long Christian convention) and apart from the great bible teaching which is in her headshe also brought home a fantastic cold. In an effort to try and keep my wife healthy, I promptly wisked her away to a little island location an kept her in the sun.
Sadly, this meant ofcourse that I spent alot of time with her and thus I now have a cold.

Woe is me.. I know.

I missed out on the conference but I can't complain, an MYC was brought back from MYC for me..

Stopping to think about breathing.

Getting into the car yesterday morning was a refreshing change of environment. Having been locked up in my little Duplex for the last week, attempting to study, I had gone almost completely stir crazy. very kilometer away from home seemed to lighten my heart and mind. It's times like these I can understand the gypsie way of life...
Not so easy for me to live out anymore. Loss of bedroom on wheels( Panelvan or Ambulance) and extra wonderful commitments(Amanda) mean things are a little more complex and need to be planned out. Oh well, I'll find freedom in the groove.

Yes, I'm Studying(well sorta)

Chocolate is bought

Coke is in the fridge

M&M's on the desk

Burgers for breakfast

and B-grade Movies for lunch

It's exam time again...

Pray for mercy..

Justice is always too hard to swallow..Double edged sword and all that.

Postal Terrorists

New York the big apple....


September 11 2001- world Trade centre..





Today Terrorism goes postal.





Be warned the picture below may distress some viewers..


It arrived in the mail today.





An icon destroyed. Theres a good reason why Dogs chase mailmen, they are terrorists.

The question I beg; Will we ever see snow falling over her majestic form?

The above item was a snowglobe, made in china, displaying a symbol of hope and beauty. Pride of place it has taken still, upon my right studio monitor, as a reminder of friendship, loyalty, beauty and order in a chaotic world.

Definition of Stupid

Comments Settings Open for all comers

That's right, I have been informed by a number of sources that they have been unable to comment....
I have finally gotten around to changing my security levels.
Feel free to comment, In fact Go nuts...

Apparently the world love a cheerful blogger.
Comments?
Xim

Age of Reason...

It, a thought, occurred to me at 5am, on my way to work this morning.(Yes, a Sunday, man I could go a sundae)
I was listening to Triple M, as the CD I had put in had failed to load and I was too lazy to be bothered scrounging around for another. Each song that came on pretty much exactly hit the spot for my musical needs as I drove. Here is where the thought occurred; knowing full well that the M's cater for a 35-45 year old audience, the realisation that somehow I was akin to the target demographic.
The usual Slogans used by nostalgia radio stations;
“The hits from when you were young”
“Songs that remind you of the good times”
“Timeless classics that get your blood pumping”
All echo the same thing…..

YOU ARE OLD…

Re:Tribute

Well, it's official. Bacon and Egg McMuffins will never be the same for me.
Since the post below I have had 2 more B&E McMuffins and have been severely let down.
Oh well, theres always Pizza, lasagne and Snitzels (SINitzels, they're that good they have to be).

Tribute

The Fundamental principles are flawed. A universal constant that we rely upon, to maintain order and stability in this chaotic world, has come into question.

The uniformity of MacDonalds' food from, restaurant to restaurant, country to country.

I start at work early on Monday and Tuesday mornings, somewhere between 0530hrs and 0600hrs, depending upon when I drag my sorry carcass out of bed. Then after looking after what needs to be done onsite I drive back down to the gong for the days university learning fun. I'm driving passed at least one Maccas in my travels, so there is a great temptation to drive up to their conveniently positioned food dispensing windows . Yesterday morning I succumbed to the breakfasty delights that the clown had to offer. My usual order was taken. A sausage and egg McMuffin meal(with orange juice large) and a bacon and egg McMuffin. I usually eat the B&E muffin first as the spicy sausage has a more agreeable after taste. However, yesterday to my great surprise, I found myself eating the best Bacon & Egg McMuffin ever!
(Note:Exclamation point used)

Knowing full well that this experience contravenes all that society takes for granted on a few levels.

A>MacDonalds make fast less than satisfying food
B>It's always the same which ever restaurant you go to, whenever you're there.

So I'm left having to rationalise that I have had the best and most satisfying Bacon and Egg Muffin ever, and it came from MacDonalds. But, worse than that, MacDonalds food varies in quality. Permit me here to take some comic book logic, just briefly. If there can exist such a perfect specimen of Muffin as this, or a hero muffin; out there somewhere, just to keep balance to universal constants, there must be a super villain muffin.

Two thoughts come to mind. I don’t want to get that super villain muffin, and no Egg and Bacon Muffin will ever satisfy again. I know this is a pessimistic thought, but, I can see myself journeying the globe, leaving for distant galaxies, stopping into every MacDonalds on the way, in search of this Egg and Bacon McMuffin.(I bet that’s what the Silver Surfer is doing, just too ashamed to admit it)

2 Songs playing in my head(Parody stylings)

1>The Clown will never have that recipe again.. Oh Noo….
2>This is not the greatest muffin in the world. No, this is a tribute.

You remind me of a babe.

It’s amazing how something so small and seemingly insignificant can affect lives and hi-jack conversations. Thou, it’s not always a bad thing.

On Saturday night some of my close friends Patty and his wife Gnomes, came and had dinner with Manda and myself. The conversation continued meandering and somersaulting through an assortment of topics, urged on by the vibrant passion of the participants.

Until.. shock horror.. a topic emerged, by obscure reference, that hijacked the dinner party.

Those of you whom know me well will already be assuming that the obscure reference originated from my mind. Well you know what happens when you assume.

The reference had the table whirling through the Labrynth of our child hood memories; grey tights, singing goblins, and of course a babe, a babe with the power.

I think most of you are aware of to which children’s movie I am referring. No matter how many people you speak to, everyone always remembers the grey tights…

Turning the Crank

Again, I sit, a sunny Saturday. Where am I? at the old Glowrod passing my time.

I'm sure someone assured me this job would be completed by midday. It's not all bad, I am using this time to work on the required quota of uni work. Still, my office at home has a nicer chair, and more friendly company.

Anyone, know anything about retarded time??

I'm sure the person who cam up with the concept of retarded time was inside on a sunny day.

Peace Out

Home on the Range

Have you ever actually thought about what it might be like to live "On the Range"?
I have, and the week after a sweet adventure I tend to think about it more. Riding my steed, playing tunes to the cactie and coyotes. Somehow that slow layed back way of life seems more exciting.
Now, for those fo you who know me, I like speed as much, possibly more, than the next person. However, in true post modern fashion, I like to do things at my speed and in my time(I,my,my).
I'm not wanting you all to focus on me here, really, but take the time to think if the desert, or even the Savannah represents freedom. Is the cowboys life for me? (You're allowed to add cowgirl there if your female, or that way inclined). We do have it pretty good. doors on hinges, and horses that are under car bonnets are pretty good. Sure, not as nice to pat, but easier to look after.
How often do we sacrifice freedom for convinience?

The FAT

Here he is....
Internet world adore him...
He is .....THE FAT...
My Nephew Noah on his first birthday.. I have some awesome footage of him doing a sugar high,buzz dance.

Where are we going??

Read over the list below and try and work out where we're going.

Things to Bring
A GAS OR FUEL STOVE and fuel
A TENT WITH A SEWN IN FLOOR
SLEEPING BAG
GROUND MAT
FOOD…DRINK…SNACKS
EATING UTENSILS…CUP…PLATE…BOWL…KNIFE, FORK
MATCHES
TORCH WITH NEW BATTERY
A SPADE FOR A TOILET HOLE
GARBAGE BAGS
A BASIC FIRST AID KIT
WATER PURIFYING TABS (rather than transport water, which is bulky and heavy)
ANY SPECIAL MEDICATION
RAIN COAT
A PAIR OF SHOES TO GET WET
A PAIR OF DRY SHOES
HAT
SUN SCREEN…SUN GLASSES
ONE CHANGE OF CLOTHES
CAMERA

Answer will include photos..

Peace out Sim

The Face only a mother could love

For those who haven’t been to my parents place for a couple of years(or ever). A quick feline update:
Sam, the white cat: Death by meteor, Ford Meteor(sadly I was at the wheel).

Matilda: run over by car, not me(thankfully).

Cleopatra, a cat with Egyptian make-up: died due to spider a bite.

Ruth: Sadly still alive.



Cats, like people, have individual personalities. Some cats are soft and beautiful, snuggling up to people as they sit in front of the TV. Some cats are fast, frisky, and erratic in their behaviour. However some cats, like some people, are just plain losers. (I was thinking about so many others terms here, but I’m going for a G to PG rating) Going back through the list of cats….

Sam: Was a beautiful little fluff ball. He may have been brain damaged, but he just loved all creatures. A couple of quick stories… He used to sit out the front and giant dogs would come and threaten to maul his little body, in the way dogs do, all bark, growl and drool. Sam was so brain damaged that these large carnivores would get bored and walk away before Sam would even react. I would regularly, and confidently, leave my two mice crawling all over him. One of my school mates actually thought Sam was a statue for several years, as he had never seen Sam in a different location… For those who were concerned about the mice, they never got eaten.

Matilda: A very affectionate little cat, with an odd habit of sucking on people’s necks. I was not warned about this, and was awoken one morning to a very disturbing sensation. Enough on that….DEE..STIR..BING

Cleo: According to dad…”There was nothing wrong with Cleo. The perfect Cat” Nuff said me thinks.. However..for those in the know…Take that Thomas…(smile)


Now, or meow, that the scene is set.

Come with me if you will to present day. I once again have been asked to watch the house, and all the little hairy people contained within. Thus, the rant actually begins here.

I have no problem with the rat, he’s a pleasant little chap. However, I shan’t be keeping Algernon on my shoulder as I do the housework. Nor have I any problems with either Winnie nor Baz. Yes, they are big, smelly, and Winnie bites, literally, I’ve been bitten many times myself. Winnie does care about her people a lot, she likes to be near them, she just doesn’t like to be told to get out at night…well, told to do anything at all really. As long as things are on her terms everything runs smoothly. Shock news to animal pushovers people rule over animals. We just do. Opposable phalanges, otherwise known as thumbs, are a testament to the human mastery. ( If you feel shocked and/or horrified over the idea of Human mastery please email, and we shall discuss in greater detail. I might even use pictures) Baz on the other hand is a boofhead a big loveable, Border Collie sized lapdog, but a boofhead none the less. No issues there..

It’s the cat that is the problem. Ruth be her name, or as I call her, Golem. Truly the ugliest fluffball on the planet. It’s not that she attacks you when you’re not looking, for we all know, I’d enjoy that. It’s not that she defecates in annoying places. Although, she does in the washbasins of any given bathroom of my parent’s house. (Feel like washing your hands anyone?) The problem is she’s a timid cat.. the worst kind. You know that they’re always out planning something. Golem has my old man twisted around her finger. My parents often don’t go away because dad, the big softy he is, is afraid that Golem will turn into a cabbage without his love and affection.

Maybe Golem is just a two person cat. I can dig that. I’ll also submit to the suggestion that perhaps the extra noise that surrounds me is a little disturbing for a small hairy Golem. (Amanda often makes helpful suggestions how to curb this noise for good instead of evil). Call me old fashioned. But, if a cats not up to being, dragged around the room by it’s tail, rubbed with a balloon for static charging, slid around on it’s back till both the cat and catter are dizzy, then there is no point in having the cat at all.

For those of you wanting closure on this particular line of thoughts....
Heres a conselation prize.

Today’s Word wealth

Why Golem? Big Eyes and Ugly, colours also not helping the cause.

Fluffball? Yes, yes they are.

Boofhead? I was surprised but this was in my spell check, no options for a synonym thou’.

Meteor? Fast little black thing

Cabbage? A type of vegetable, Not favourable/not to go favourably

Algernon? Needs flowers. Sad story…

Over worked & over committed, but it's a beautiful ride

Well, it’s about that time of year again. Ambient temperature is increasing, water temp. is rising, flowers are blooming, uni/college commitments are becoming increasingly taxing.
Amidst all this spring is bringing on the Weddings.

Well, this week started differently than most, I wasn’t at work. My absence was not due to sickness, but, due to a necessity of putting my head down to study for an exam on Wednesday. (note: multiple choice math exams are not as fun as they sound) After attending the exam on Wednesday, I can most assuredly say, “yes, I was there”.

On Wednesday afternoon I took to the streets, on the trail bike, asking every motorcycle mechanic in Wollongong for their waste motorcycle sprockets. I am collecting parts for my functional art…. Sadly, I was merely a day behind the metal recyclers, will try again next fortnight.

Friday brought about some interesting developments.
WORK

I was called into the division head’s office and given the 411 of their requirements of my services as a contractor, and once again questioned as to whether I was willing to come on board full-time. Admittedly the security of such an offer is always very tempting, however I don’t see my self staying in this job for many more years, and while I’m a contractor they are always looking to replace me with full time staff. So, if I was to pick up my pegs and seek to be trained at MTS or otherwise I wouldn’t feel guilty about leaving work short staffed.
I do love my work, as all will attest, but my desire to share the Gospel is my main driving force at work…. And often my routine work, seems to get in the way of a great conversation.. (If you’re the praying sort, pray for me in this… more news at 11).
VEHICLE
Well for those of you who don’t know…. The Ambo is gone…SOLD.. much to the sadness of both myself and Amanda. We had a picnic in it as a bit of a send off… Well the new vehicle has been the part of its fair share of controversies. The latest of which will be involving the department of Fair trades… Some people are unreasonable, and stupid to boot..
JOY UPON JOYS
My good friends and sharers in the eternal inheritance that comes through Jesus Christ our Lord and saviour, Joe and Carly got married yesterday, and what an awesome wedding it was. Joe played guitar, Carly sang, our great friend and brother Alex Yim lead the congregation with Gusto. The enthusiasm and heartfelt joy was not only evident in the musical worship, but throughout the whole service, the message which reminded us that man and woman are made for God/Jesus first, and together they seek after him. I will be continuing to pray for J&C as they are a new family together for Christ.
ECU SUPPORTERS DINNER
What an awesome night of seeing what is happening around the campus of UoW. I loved seeing the people who I had prayed, shared, and read the bible with for years, all come back, continuing be partners through prayer and financial giving. I loved chatting with my brothers… Organising adventures with Graeme, and the Lobbster. But I loved catching up with Roscoe, as he continues to shine his love of the Gospel and people (in that order) in the workplace. I do miss having Ross in the house. Oh well…Go God… your ways are perfect and awesome..