Cube. 'nuff said.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Age of Love
Eagerly awaiting the much heralded "Age of Love" tonight starring Mark Philpos... Phillopuss...Phillopossis, you know the "bloke with the big chocko name" to quote Billy Birmingham. As much as this sounds like top shelf entertainment, with sultry Mark forced to choose between 'Kittens & Cougars" ( the original title of 40/15 was a bit of a worry ) in a search for happiness and a cheque.
My issue however is the choice of "cat food". Sure, Mark might have bagged about as many birds as Marat Safin, and he did win us a Davis cup, but surely there were many other more worthy Aussie prospects. Newk, Mark "well i guess I better have a mo then" Edmondson, Ca$hie, Woodies, Chris Guccione, Muscles, Alan Jones, these are all worthy contenders.
Even the freshly retired Wayne "satellite tour wildcard" Arthurs should have been considered, for sympathy alone.
But when you think about it, there is only one choice. . Just like Brett Kimmorley will never say "7" like Peter Sterling, the poo/Flip/Scud/#591 does not scream winner.
The wins, the sneakers, the grand slams, the sneakers, the titles, the sneakers. Sure, he might have had a couple of health complications, and the hair isn't what it once was, but if your putting Australian tennis on show, an erratic Iraqi missile is not your man,
you need a ROCKET:
My issue however is the choice of "cat food". Sure, Mark might have bagged about as many birds as Marat Safin, and he did win us a Davis cup, but surely there were many other more worthy Aussie prospects. Newk, Mark "well i guess I better have a mo then" Edmondson, Ca$hie, Woodies, Chris Guccione, Muscles, Alan Jones, these are all worthy contenders.
Even the freshly retired Wayne "satellite tour wildcard" Arthurs should have been considered, for sympathy alone.
But when you think about it, there is only one choice. . Just like Brett Kimmorley will never say "7" like Peter Sterling, the poo/Flip/Scud/#591 does not scream winner.
The wins, the sneakers, the grand slams, the sneakers, the titles, the sneakers. Sure, he might have had a couple of health complications, and the hair isn't what it once was, but if your putting Australian tennis on show, an erratic Iraqi missile is not your man,
you need a ROCKET:
Friday, July 06, 2007
I didn't do nothin'





I've always had an interest in the whole Bail Bonds industry. I think it was piqued by the Robert Forster character in Jackie Brown, and reading Harry Bosch novels.
Seems to be a black art much in the same vein as used car valuing and selling. The headache factor must be massive, dealing with all sorts, being constantly lied to, and then as a last resort having to deal with people like "DOG- the bounty hunter" when yet another client skips out.
Personally I'd go for more of a Boba Fett style offsider. You know he'll get the job done, and that carbonite freezing can create quite a conversation starter when displayed in the lounge.
When we were in the US and Los Angeles especially, ads were everywhere. I love the fact that in an industry where the product is basically the same, novelty and gimmickry is the order of the day to get noticed.
The "Wheeler Bond Co" is awesome, with possibly the best use of the Jesus fish ever. I know when I'm looking to get bailed on a drug fuelled/multiple partners/porn/blasphemy related charge I'll need the understanding that a christian owned bond company brings.


The photos are from all over, and as they are ads i don't imagine crediting is needed.
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