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Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Fucking Sydney Monging Herald
Monday, December 1, 2008
Value for money
My poor laser printer was becoming tired owing to the demands placed on it - printing out the Internet for my lady friend was bound to take its toll on the toner cartridge.
This time, I decided to refill the jolly thing myself. After much searching, I found Doc Toner.
Normally, I am extremely sceptical when it comes to this sort of thing - perhaps as a result of the spamming that's so prevalent. However, his website is so entertainingly written that I thought it worth the risk. Not only that, he doesn't seem to be too keen on inkjets - that can only be a good thing.
The precious toner arrived a day later, I transfused it, using the Doc's precise instructions, and all is good with the world again.
This time, I decided to refill the jolly thing myself. After much searching, I found Doc Toner.
Normally, I am extremely sceptical when it comes to this sort of thing - perhaps as a result of the spamming that's so prevalent. However, his website is so entertainingly written that I thought it worth the risk. Not only that, he doesn't seem to be too keen on inkjets - that can only be a good thing.
The precious toner arrived a day later, I transfused it, using the Doc's precise instructions, and all is good with the world again.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Many years ago, I would watch the proceedings of the New South Wales House of Representatives in my spare time. A rather vulgar-looking old man was often slumped, possibly asleep, on the Government bench. This was none other than Syd Einfeld, the colourful Minister for Consumer Affairs.
Thirty years later, his son, after a stellar career obtaining the odd 2000 quid PhD from an American diploma mill, being a justice in the Federal Court of Australia as well as the Supreme Court of New South Wales and other states, and President of the Human Rights and Equal Opportunities Commission, finds himself in dire straits.
His car was clocked by a camera (standard in Australia these days) but his statutory declaration stated that with his customary generosity, he'd lent it to a friend of his, Professor Teresa Brennan.
He was clocked in 2006. Professor Brennan was killed in 2003 in an accident, and it seems that Dr Einstein might have been economical with the truth at some point - especially when he claimed that there was a second Professor Teresa Brennan!
Tragically, it has been revealed that Dr Einfeld is battling prostate cancer. Whilst it goes against my Protestant upbringing to wish ill on others, I hope the courts throw the book at him. He, who's been happy to spread his malignant (no pun intended) ideology around and suckle at the public purse, must be brought to account, pour encourager les autres.
If the New South Wales judiciary doesn't give him what he deserves, maybe God will - through his grimy, shrivelled urethra and coalchute.
Thirty years later, his son, after a stellar career obtaining the odd 2000 quid PhD from an American diploma mill, being a justice in the Federal Court of Australia as well as the Supreme Court of New South Wales and other states, and President of the Human Rights and Equal Opportunities Commission, finds himself in dire straits.
His car was clocked by a camera (standard in Australia these days) but his statutory declaration stated that with his customary generosity, he'd lent it to a friend of his, Professor Teresa Brennan.
He was clocked in 2006. Professor Brennan was killed in 2003 in an accident, and it seems that Dr Einstein might have been economical with the truth at some point - especially when he claimed that there was a second Professor Teresa Brennan!
Tragically, it has been revealed that Dr Einfeld is battling prostate cancer. Whilst it goes against my Protestant upbringing to wish ill on others, I hope the courts throw the book at him. He, who's been happy to spread his malignant (no pun intended) ideology around and suckle at the public purse, must be brought to account, pour encourager les autres.
If the New South Wales judiciary doesn't give him what he deserves, maybe God will - through his grimy, shrivelled urethra and coalchute.
Please stop calling me that
For reasons best known to themselves, everybody calls me 'Aussie Pete'.
Gah!
Gah!
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