Pavlov's Hulk

One's ongoing experimental regime has begun to bear fruit.

One is having ongoing success in recognition of "die" fighters and members of the Skywalker family and cries of "Magpies!" are regularly heard coming from householders other than oneself.

Most recently, whenever the kitchen timer of myself and Salsa Girl has finished it's ticking countdown, the final ringing of the bell has been accompanied by Hulk's little voice excitedly exclaiming:

"Dinner!"

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The New Blog Filter

For today's post on the tales I am trying out a new text filter.

The way it works us that I put all my thoughts through it and it reformats them according to its theme.

So I have gathered all this mornings witticisms, scintillating incites, turns of phrase that will make even the staunchest of you weep with emotion, and humorous stylings.

Now I simply run them through the "Multi-Hour-Overnight-Hulk-Settle-sans" filter and wallah:

Bleurgle

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The Sad Tales of Neglect

So - without doing any fact checking as one is too lazy for that - it has been one's longest break from the tales.

What started out as a short break for Easter gradually accumulated extra breaks for illnesses long and short, a patch of settling struggles with Hulk, long work project nights, late footy nights with The Great Sandro and Legion2, new bed buying, finally starting to late night watch Groovy Spirits's Spartacus TV Series DVDs, applying oneself to application writing for a promising opportunity, Handy Dad's seventy fifth milestone, and finally one becoming well-deserved Rummy night champion over Salsa Girl - ending her run of every night we've played up until now.

But don't worry, content has begun again now.

At least information of import has.

Well, okay then, information of self-import?
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Back in the Game

So yesterday one made one's first attendance for the year at the footy.

Of course it was with The Great Sandro and this time Legion2 came along - after his great dereliction of duty with zero attendance last year.

We were ale to watch the mighty Magpies smash the Kangaroos from the luxury of the top deck. This would be the level were they only deign to open every second food retrieval location and hence one faces a 30 minute queue to attain lunch in the 20 minute lunch break.
sigh.
One is thinking about writing in and demanding a refund for the missed minutes of gameplay.

Having attained a fresh set of prescription glasses since last season one was surprised to see that, with clearer and sharper viewing, the umpires were hardly against us at all.
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