Just when you thought COPS was the pinnacle of broadcast television comes along CLOPS. Instead of a camera crew following around real life police force, think claymation. Instead of real life trash members of American society, think popular cartoon characters.
Sounds interesting? Read on!
If you're under 18, a kid at heart, or still believe in the Easter Bunny then don't read anymore. Go boil and paint some eggs.
Now that the legal mumbo jumbo is over, it's time to have some fun, or as I like to say, it's time to travel to the "fluf-zone". Look - I'm not a violent person, or would ever sanction violent acts or the viewing of violent acts. To do so would be a bloody disgrace!
But this time I'm going to make an exception
If the quote does not simultaneously bring visions of elevators full of blood and a guy in a bear suit performing oral sex then you obviously haven’t seen Stanley Kubrick's 1980 horror film The Shining.
And spent.
Here we (Bunnie, Caustik, myself) are in Amsterdam, Netherlands.
Day 1.
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Today is our third day and night in Ibiza. Ken and April join us today - YAY!
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Today is our first full day and night in Ibiza.
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Today Caustik, Bunnie, and I started our September trip to Ibiza, Amsterdam, and London.
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Now with Aqua hair!
Smurfs running through the streets of San Francisco.
Your dreams have come true.
All of them.
Ever encountered an out-of-service elevator and forced to default to the stairs?
Bugger that! All you need is a piece of cardboard, a helping hand, and some lack of judgement.
The mountain biking lads are back!
While Fritz the Lama didn't make an appearance, we did have over 6 hours of fun, drama, beautiful views, and bloody ripper downhill runs.
A bunch of lads and I organised a trip out to Daley Ranch for a morning of mountain biking fun. For some it was their first time, for others their second time (me!), for others a return from serious injury, and the rest an enjoyable day in the beautiful San Diego sun.
What is a visit to Sydney without soaking up the breathtaking views of Bondi Beach. I couldn't write enough to illustrate it fairly, or even subpar - so I've just posted pictures and video.
Look, watch, drool, and then book your tickets.
We were lucky to be in town while a Super 14 game between the Waratahs and the Blues was on. If you have no idea what Super 14 is, or are asking who the $!*% are the Waratahs and the Blues, then let me explain. Super 14 is the name of the rugby union competition between sides representing provinces from Australia, South Africa, and New Zealand. It is a very fast and exciting form of rugby union, and well worth watching if you ever get the chance.
The Cohibar was the venue for a get together with my brother (David), his girlfriend (Paula), and a few of their friends.
The Cohibar overlooks the beautiful Darling Harbour, and boasts over 100 different cocktails. It certainly is a nice place to take a group of friends for a few drinks, a bite to eat, and have a yarn.
Bloody Australians.
We're everywhere. Well...we are but the statement is slightly misleading. It is true there is an Aussie everywhere you go in the United States, however it is an illusion that they are great in number. Today I will reveal the secret to this illusion - alcohol.

So...it's official, I'm an idiot. While you'd think that signing up to be Tasered automatically puts me in the “Worlds Most Stupid” bucket, I managed to convince myself otherwise through some bizarre justification process. It could have gone either way, and it has finally gone the side of idiotic. What was the nail in the coffin? The straw that broke the camel's back? A permanent scar.
I now have a scar, the size of a dime (or 5 cent piece in Australia) on my left shoulder. Don’t get me wrong – a scar is usually cool. A scar is tangible proof of living. A scar is a blog entry of the body. However, a scar is only cool when it was the result of a good cause; a game of rugby, a fall from rock climbing, defending the innocent from the tyranny of evil men. A scar for willingly and voluntarily being Tasered is not a good cause.
I’m an idiot.
The easy answer is; modern manufacturing is the cause, and capitalism is to blame.
I hear you asking - what is the problem? Equality, or more the lack of it.
Only one way to find out...