Death, drag and double overhead camshafts.

Sorry for harping about that Toyota Avalon again but my eldest brother made a comment on it, specifically, that it is so ugly that he wouldn’t want to be seen dead in one. Quite. This made me recall my late grandfather who was a passionate Holden fan and wouldn’t wish to be seen dead in a Ford but, in fact, was. The particular example used as a hearse at his funeral was ancient. Indeed it may have been as old as my dear grandfather was when he passed and judging by its rough idle was about as efficient as…I don’t know…perhaps updating LJ via text message.Speaking of things dieing, this Toshiba ought to be picking up its Zimmer frame and getting over to the Hospice for Laptops before too long. But instead of being discarded as technological detritus it is likely to be given heavy use for a while yet if I keep working here in Adelaide. They’ve asked me to stay on here, at least until August. Apparently they are “pleased with the work I’ve been doing”. Work I’ve been doing? News to me. Oh, but no pressure to make a decision about staying. Project Manager points to tomorrow’s date on the calendar on the wall and says “decision day”.Sure. Right. No wuckin’ forries.But I do so miss being in Sydney. Every story I hear of the fun my friends are having back there taunts me. Even spaced_in’s account of last week’s drag show at Manning Bar. This reminded me of sitting at the very same venue with one of my engineering mates last year. While gulping a beer with enthusiasm only Homer Simpson could match he noticed a poster that advertised a drag show that was to be staged there later that evening and, in complete earnest, asked me what sort of cars they would have. Oh dear. Needless to say, when I explained that the show featured cocks in frocks, not DOHC’s, he expressed a wish not to stay around for the spectacle, as well as a degree of embarrassment. We left.