thefuckoffkid

If you read this a few weeks (i.e. 2 journal updates) ago, you read about the soccer game where we had the close encounter with the bees.

I played again on Sunday and half way through the second half, *cooorrrrk*, there went my left knee. I hobbled off the field in shame, unable to play any more, and barely able to walk.

First bees, then knees. I will never use "bees knees" as an expression of praise again.

Last week: A week in Melbourne in a flash hotel was fun. Hanging out with whip-smart people was fun too. An American visitor gave a talk and mentioned how when he was last here talking to an Australian audience and he mentioned bison, one of the locals thought he was talking about a thing you wash your hands in.

Funny old world.