One More Thing, One More Time

In 1972 , a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn’t commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem…if no one else can help…and if you can find them…maybe you can hire… HAMISH AND ANDY!!!!

How do I start describing Hamish and Andy, they are the friendship everyone would wish for, the best bromance ever, up there with JD and Turk, quck witted and bubbly, smiles and pooping rainbows… I sound a bit like a horrible fan girl here, but no, they really are amazing and joy exudes from their lips.

Six years ago no one really would have been able to tell you who Hamish and Andy were (hamish and andy and never Andy and Hamish). But haven’t they accomplished so much in 6 short years.

They have Traversed Australia both North to South and East to West taking the people on ‘the people’s holiday’ and ‘who dares darwins’ xD.

Sailed the bass straight with a fearless… but often sea sick crew made up of the the people on the Tally Shore.

Shown courage on foreign shores by driving Abravan Lincoln unfortunatly not winning the people a hover board in an american casino but the United States would be conquered on a later trip.

Hitting the UK for the first time Ham and Ando hunted the lochness monster and old people at antiques roadshow, a great sucess for the people.

But Hamish and Andy are much more than this, they have done so many other things, never did i think I would be part of the creation of a chip, own a grey hound, be so excited when an old KFC bucket began to turn, be rooting for the consumption of hot, cold or massive amounts of food. They have been taped together for a weekend, partaken in a bi bi tri bi athalon, party marathon and even a real marathon, eaten only free food for a week and invented the best way to catch up with friends after a long week… over smooth jazz.

I think the most disappointing news was when they decided that they were not going to be continuing their radio show full time, unfortunely I stopped listening, but i didn’t stop watching and their influence stayed with me.

Hamish and Andy’s American and Euro Gap year TV shows have been up there with other great Australian comedy shows such as ‘Thank God You’re here’ and Spicks and Specks….

Speaking of these shows, really brings to light Hamish’s solo career, appearing on almost half of all spicks and specks episodes and his episodes of thank god you’re here some of the most entertaining in the shows history, so good he even appeared on the UK version. So popular is Australia, he won the Gold Logie for Most popular personallity on TV, for his first television show, something normally won by people appearing on the silver screen for decades.

Writing this made me realise why I was so very excited to meet Hamish Blake and Andy Lee, they have brought joy, happiness and inspiration to my life. I would love to sit down and have a chat to them. They are sucessful aussie blokes, hanging with their best mate doing exciting and wacky things, living a version of the aussie dream… and I met them…

It shits me right up the wall, how cunts use fucking swear words to make the stories their bitches told them more fucking interesting.

I am sorry about the gratuitous use of swears and swearing in this post I was offended writing it but it was to prove a point.

I understand swearing in moments of pain, distress or when deeply distraught, it some how takes away a little bit of the pain, there are actually studies on this. And while I understand it, it doesn’t mean I like it and I try not to do it. I really only have one memory of doing it justifiedly; Tackled from behind infront of the goal in soccer, the ref didn’t blow his whistle so I stood up, turned around and yelled at the ref ‘Are you fucking serious?!?!?!”, for this action I recieved a yellow card, a fair punishment.

I try to minimise these slip ups and I do swear per se occasionally, things like replacing ‘fuck’ with a drawn out ‘far out’ or ‘shit, with ‘shoot’, I am unsure as to whether i think saying these things are just as wrong, that is whether I have a problem with the words themselves or the use there of.

No what I have a real problem with is what I would term ‘casual swearing’, swearing that doesn’t realy add to the significance or meaning of a sentence, simply swearing for

My first example comes from that of alcoholic drinks and in particular shots. The key shots in question being, the ‘quick fuck’, the ‘slippery nipple’ and the ‘wet pussy’. Some drinks have class, a Martini has class, a Gin and Tonic has class, a Scotch on the Rocks has class. Quick fucks, slippery nipples and wet pussies say exactly what you want. You want to get a girl’s pussy wet, quickly fuck them and then get their nipples slippery.

How did speaking like this become appropriate in today’s world?

By the way while I am here can I talk about how disgusted I am at the number of words you can interchange with the word ‘drunk; Trashed, fucked, shit-faced, hammered and smashed, just to name a few…. No, that is a different blog post? Oh ok then.

The second irritation is when people use it to add nothing of importance to a sentance, I quote one of my friends recent facebook status’, ‘Remember when the Eels beat the Panthers in golden point, well, how does payback feel cunts?’, or something not to dissimilar from that.

Take this example how is:

“Mate, I just went up to the bar and this drunk idiot almosted knocked over our beers and then his girlfriend just laughed and started making out with him.”

Improved by:

“Fucking hell mate, I just went up the the fucking bar and this trashed wanker almost spilt our fucking beers all over the fucking floor, then this bitch of a woman just started making out with the fucking cunt”.

The sentence isn’t improved but the second it more common, I can’t stand it. I don’t know if the use of language like this is an old tradition that I am just coming to realise after spending 13 years in sheltered schools, or if people are now butchering the english language more than ever before.

Also I hate the fact that I feel that if I swear I would fit in more, because I know it doesn’t.

disneywise:

goodlyrottenapple:

I can’t even hear that phrase without singing it, both in my head and out loud. 

DID THEY SEND ME DAUGHTERS, WHEN I ASKED FOR SONNNNS?

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Words that will haunt me forever. The words my mother used when she told me she was going to die. The cancer came back, too aggressive, too much, she is too weak. How she said those words with barely a stutter, without a tear in her eye I will never know.

It wasn’t meant to be now, I hadn’t planned for this, maybe in 30 years time once she had seen my children grow up, once she had seen me or at least one of her children marry. But no, sometimes life throws a curve ball at you that you just couldn’t have seen coming. If someone told me a year ago that on the 23rd of May 2012 I would find out that my mother had less than a month left to live, I wouldn’t have believed them.

It hurts me to know that she will probably never see me start work, but it does comfort me to know she say my elation when I got the job. My kids will never get to know their grandmother and I will have to tell them about how wonderful a person she was and what great things she achived.

Right now she is making a decision, whether to fight or accept it and take death in her stride. If she fights she will be hit by high dose radiation and chemo therapy, killing her bone marrow, her blood cells and her immune system, taking her within an inch of death. The hope being that it would put her back in remission and they could then try a bone marrow transpant to get the bad coding out of her blood that is causing these problems.

I have been told that the chance of this working is somewhere between 1 in 1000 or 1 in 10000. the other 9999 chances end in death. A death where she would have been confined to the hospital for the last month of her life, battling sickness and her own body.

The other choice is to hit her with low level radiation and chemo therapy, this will hopefully (but may not) slow the cancer down. She will be able to come home for the next month, go in to the local hospital for chemo when needed, but the lumps will grow and eventually her body won’t be able to fight. She will die.

I am not sure which option I am leaning towards, I like to think that I fighting is always an option and that God does work in miraculous ways. But I also understand that my mother may be ready to go and doesn’t want to die sick and cold in a hospital. It would give her a chance to say goodbye to people with finality. Either way it is a choice I would hate having to make and that it had to happen to someone so close to me.

I am not scared of death, just sorry that you haven’t been able to do everything you wanted to in life.

…and I need to fix it.

It would however be nice if I knew exactly what I had done wrong. Again this is my fault and I do know how to fix it but i can’t for the life of me work out what words may have come out of my mouth to cause what has transpired. I like to think that I am the piece of straw that breaks a camel’s back, rather than adding to all the other baggage being carried.

This isn’t the first time this has happened between me and this girl over our six year friendship. It is actually kind of a cycle we go through stages of: Friendship, Attraction, Infatuation, Rejection, Separation Period. Well, that is what I go through anyway. There have been some pretty bad times in the past where we haven’t spoken for months on end at a time, pretty sure one time we didn’t speak for about six to nine months.

That isn’t to say I am happy about the current situation, we have a lot of history but also a lot of good times. Where to start with background history. Well in mid August of last year we had been sitting in the friendship stage for about 6 months maybe a tad more after having a long time of not talking to each other. The reason being that she had turned me down saying she wasn’t ready for a relationship, I then went away for a month and a half, came back and she was dating someone. I used to get jealous very easily.

They seemed really happy together and I am slightly sad that I only got to see him in his fall from grace, I am pretty sure he is actually quite a nice guy. But as her life was falling apart I was there for her, to bake rainbow cakes, to hang out when she needed, to give her encouragement and ideas for school work, to communicate of a whiteboard late at night when her ex was being a dick. One of my favourite memories in the recent past is cooking pancakes at 1am.

But things just kept getting worse for you, your friends kicked you out, you got new friends who you aren’t nearly as close to as before. And me, well we stopped seeing each other on a regular basis and you didn’t want the relationship that I wanted, so I went and found someone who did.

I thought you to be happy enough, you had dancing which you seemed to love, you got a boyfriend and then asked my advice on whether you should dump him. I guess I should be happy that we are close enough that you have asked me for relationship advice on a number of your boyfriends, but it irritates me you never gave us as a couple a chance despite the valentines, kind words, good messages everything you seemed to want.

When I said I cared over the past few months I honestly meant it, I have cared for the better part of six years, just you aren’t always one to tell your entire mind to someone, you are to independent for that, I understand, I wouldn’t be able to put school work above my girlfriend no matter what ATAR i needed, you have commitment but it does come at some what of a cost.

I am extremely sorry for what I have done, despite not being 100% sure as to what I have said. I had this post mostly written out before, but tumblr lost it so I had to write it out again, i feel there is a bit more irritation in it this time, not at you but because I had to write it out again. I have told you before we can’t have the relationship that you wanted us to have, it doesn’t work for me but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to be your friend.

I still want to help you, high school sucks, it just does, university is better