It's fucking cold. My sister told me I didn't know what cold was until I'd woken up and found the world frozen in snow, but fuck what she thinks: it's fucking cold. On the way home tonight I stopped to get petrol, and was, firstly amazed to see it beneath a dollar fifty a litre. Because I have become that I kind of adult ($1.47 for the curious), I pulled over, thought greedy thoughts, and got out of the car. It was so fucking cold I almost got the fuck back in and remembered the days when it was round seventy to eighty cents a litre.
In more importantly news, the donations for Paul Haines' Cancer is a Cunt Drive has gone extremely well over the weekend, with just over eight and a half grand raised. Still a chunk to go, but the generosity on display has been very cool to see, and I thank you if you donated or linked.
Now, if you don't mind, I'm off to build a fucking fire or something primitive like that.
In more importantly news, the donations for Paul Haines' Cancer is a Cunt Drive has gone extremely well over the weekend, with just over eight and a half grand raised. Still a chunk to go, but the generosity on display has been very cool to see, and I thank you if you donated or linked.
Now, if you don't mind, I'm off to build a fucking fire or something primitive like that.
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G'night.
If you're going to build a fire here are some highly flammable items:
1) The New York Times newspaper, though you need to individually scrunch the pages, unless you're trying to make a newspaper log.
2) American Media in general, its so full of shit it burns well.
3) Fellow humans. (I'm going to hell for that one, I kid! But you know the saying 'build a man a fire and he will be warm for the night, light the man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life')
4) Anything over 100 proof, but consider burning something else before igniting the nectar of the gods.
i swear, there was the start of frostbite.
Not nearly as cold as where you live, but unfortunately I live in a weatherboard and fibro beach house, with NO insulation at all. The bathroom window is permanantly rusted open, and the windows don't close properly in the other rooms - and there are gaps in the floorboards. It's like sleeping outdoors sometimes. Luckily Winter only lasts about 3 months, and it's 24C in the daytime.
From my experience of living in Sydney, some of those old homes in the burbs aren't much better. Ducted air-con is a relatively rare and expensive item in Sydney, as are fireplaces.
Also, Ben lives in what's known as the Cumberland Plain in the Sydney Basin, which is colder in Winter and hotter in Summer than the rest of the city.
you know, next a girl from iceland is going to come by and post her pictures of the cold...