we be jamin

My bicep hurts
After watching the footy and rugby last night at Widescreenville, Jack and I both happened to be holding damp tea towels; a tea-towel flicking competition was inevitable.
Now, I don’t know how other people play the game, but at numerous occasions over the past 5 years (Pinjarra retreat, mid-year camps, cocktail party, numerous trips to Mandurah and Dunsborough) Jack and I have played to the point where we are each scarred, bruised, and bleeding. I have had some marks from Jack’s handywork last for months, and had people stare at my legs when I have gone around in shorts afterwards.
Last night we played in jeans, so I don’t have any marks on my legs today (Jack might ) but my right bicep is killing me from all the extending and then quickly pulling back. You win this round Jack.

Here is a pic of one of our previous efforts from Dunsborough Nov ‘02

Yesterday morning, Loz (through Conrad) advised me that Boost Juice is having a promotion in which they choose a guy’s name and a girl’s name, and if your name matches one of the two, you can rock up, show ID, and receive a free juice or smoothie. Yesterday, the chosen names were Ben and Jennifer. I rocked up and got a Mango Magic. I was kinda hoping there would be another Ben in there at the same time so we could give each other a nod or even a high five, but no. If there had have been, it could have been a special moment to treasure forever and would entice me back to the store. But no. I’ll stick to Java Juice.

The motto for Douglas Hi-Fi (or is it West Cast Hi-Fi?) is Never compromise on sight or sound.
I feel the same way about toilet paper.
Which is why my past week has been ruined by my housemate’s ill-advised decision to buy “Naturale” toilet paper. It’s flimsy, the plys don’t stay together, it tears off the roll unevenly…you get the picture. I’d like to be able to say that I refuse to use it and will go without, but…ewww.
I think the next time it is my turn to buy the toilet paper I’ll need to start a secret cache of good quality Sorbent in case Con is too hasty in buying it next time. And I’m a no-nonsense toilet paper kinda guy - I don’t like it extra-soft, I don’t like patterns, I don’t like perfumes. I like it strong and solid. So that on the odd occasion when I decide to soak a roll in kerosene and light it up to play Flaming Soccer, the ball maintains its structural integrity and gives a long, steady burn.