Sunday, Day of Rest

Sunday started by being awoken by a slamming door. I got up to investigate, and J was in the living room, emptying many of his toys out from a shopping bag.

I asked him, "what are you doing?"

Without turning around, he said, "I'm playing with my toys."

The Day of Rest had begun.

If you like images like this, I probably hate you.

State of Origin Selection Bashing, 2016 Edition

The New South Wales State of Origin team is deceptive this year.

At first it looks like the selectors did a reasonable job. Then you realise there are 19 players named, and as per usual, the Daily Telegraph has a leak of the actual 17.

So I made my annual visit to the Daily Telegraph online, and discovered that in knocking two players out, everything is fucked up.

The 2015 version of this column is here.

And for historical perspective, I found a 2010 version of this column, from when I administered a footy tipping competition by email.

2010 State of Origin Thoughts

From my e-mail archives! (When I was running a tipping competition through e-mail)

My First and Last Ever Angry Political Rant

The election campaign has been going for eight (working) days. Unfortunately it is scheduled to go for eight weeks.

I've had enough already.

Stop the ride, I want to get off.

Toddlers, Part Three

My twin boys are toddlers, and they do and say funny stuff.

Pictured: R & J

Earlier funny stuff: Part One and Part Two.