Corrections and clarifications

• The Super 15 competition, as I referred to it as the "Super 14", is actually the Super 15.  I was behind in the times.
• The photos I took have still not been uploaded yet, obviously.  Well, they should eventually come.  I have a few of some rather unusual things.  One I just took the other day of an apple that was honestly the biggest apple I had ever seen in my life.  I wonder if the genetic modification of food has crept under the radar in this country?
• When I said "Japanese anime is evil.", I was being sarcastic.  Sarcasm, that is part of my personality, is something that you might know well about me by now.
• I had mistaken the cross (that Jesus had died on then became symbolised) in Penthouse magazine Australia as an expression of faith.  Actually, it was, well, a bit different than that, I think.
• I am thinking about ending this blog and moving on to something else.  I'm sure, that all of my entries have been saved to my secret admirers hard drive and read over time and time again.  I might stop the information flow.  But the information I do provide, is really of little use anyway.  This might change, but I am losing faith in this blog fast.

Spooky

Yesterday morning I woke up to find my garage door unlocked and I had asked myself whether I had forgot to lock it or someone had entered my house, opened a locked door, then opened another door to only psyche me out.  This morning, I found my bathroom door open that I had always made a point to close before I sleep.

Okay.  I'm not afraid of you.  I don't believe in ghosts but I do believe in invisible government types coming inside my home to pysche me out like this.  How else do you explain who you are?  I know I'm a threat, I know that.  But the threat is really you and your elite team of bitches that need to be caught and treated well and truly like a bitch.  Please, I am not angry right now I am quite calm.  And by "bitch", I mean as in an abused dog.

I couldn't think of what else to say other than to insult you.  That's all.

Exercise

For the first time in about four months I finally decided to get off my butt and exercise.  I was only able to cover a kilometre before I gave up and walked.  It didn't help that I had people knowing what I was doing at the time and trying to get at me with their hurtful mind games however I am happy at what I achieved.

Until next time?

Easter

Easter is here once again.  I have said this once on other sites in the past and I will say it again here, Easter is being forgotton time and time again for what it is really suppost to mean, apparently, Jesus rising from the grave.  

Instead, Jesus Christ, for non-believers like me, is replaced by a cheery little bunny with a basket of chocolate easter eggs.  Me?  I don't really celebrate Easter but if I did, I would go on a shopping spree at K-Mart for sweet treats.  But, on the other hand, the believers who are church goers are probably the ones who always point this out, besides me.

Seems to me there are obviously two sides.  And perhaps really Easter means both.  A Christian celebration in a church or an easter egg hunt for children.  Will it always be this way?

Raining

To my memory, today and yesterday have been the two days in a long time that we have had rain. I mean, since summer ended we have had little rain and like I said, the past two days have been raining.

One thing about rainy days is that it stops you from going outside to do stuff I like to do like walking, jogging and running. One can run in the rain and if you're like me, you will imagine you're doing army training or a star in some movie.

So rain, please go away, please come back another day.

"I'm a presbyterian"

My father tells me he is Presbyterian.  Odd.  Why not cut right to the chase now and have me say he is only saying that to feel obliged to something or someone, like other things I suspect have happened.  I don't know who reads this blog exactly but I must have offended someone.  Perhaps someone local to me has felt the need to come in to my parents home to convert them or officially prop them up as Christians to try and piss me off.  He would be better off joining the Freemason church, they seem to know more than most.  Regardless of me saying that though, I won't be.

And what if my parents aren't Christians?  It shouldn't mean they are Russian sympathising communists.  My mother has a well held belief in Jesus, I sense.  Then, it could be human nature or something else.  What has happened here could be an example of righteousness.  Christian righteousness.

I find it strange he tells me that, creating somewhat a division between me and him.  For me, it could be a good thing once I have got past all the what does it mean instantly crap.  I mean, he should be on the inside of this secret police now.  I had my brief glimpse in 2003.  I didn't quite get to qualify for Ziggy.  What?

Who knows what my parents are really up to.  Not only now but over the past twenty five years.  It could be they're secret Freemasons?  But also mob family?  British spies?  Funny, because I have difficulty expressing myself the same way I would orally.

Perhaps we'll just never know.

Winter

It sure is chilly here.  I am guessing that we're getting southerly winds from the mountains.  Its as if a button has been pushed because the change has been so sudden.  It is known that seasons change gradually but from my experiences, it is different.

Off topic.  Google has somehow listed my 'Terror Of Crime Against Humanity' blog entry when you search my handle, unwashedflyer.  You will also get my gamespot.com history.  The thing is, I had this blog set to not allow Google or any search engine to do that, but the powers that be have got their way again.