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Before I begin any sort of formalities, let me show you all another fine picture taken at the house of Stoners - the Pancake Parlour. I'm sure they wouldn't appreciate that too much, but they did produce those radio ads after all, so they had it coming. Marcus and I have yet to try out our radio stoner impressions on the staff over there, though I imagine they get that kind of thing all the time and would be forced to grin and pretend our tomfoolery was both witty, original and certainly not derivative at all.

Having said that, those ads certainly beat the alternative radio promos you sometimes hear. That one with the rapping really doesn't cut it for me... "Get some pancakes in your mouth! (In your mouth! In your mouth!)" rapped in a half arsed Vanilla Ice manner - so to speak it really gets my goat. I wonder what that really means.


Well onto the main event now, the reason for this post to exist. Currently I have extended family visiting from the family base in Hong Kong - five people in all. This has unfortunately had the effect of forcing me out of my room to accommodate them merely due to the fact I happen to have a one and a half sized bed (the bed frame we brought with us from HK didn't have a standard size over here, in fact we had to get one custom made). As a result I have been repatriated downstairs to the study where this 'fine' publication is put together, with some messy results as seen here:


Yeah sleeping in the middle of the study really does cramp things up somewhat. Things are still messy as per usual, but instead now I sleep in the midst of all of my own mess. Since they have hijacked my bedroom, I have had to move most of my regular clothes downstairs which results in several small piles of clothes forming on spare chairs. So this is what it's like to live like a hermit in a room full of crap. I'm not that far from being like that guy who hoarded everything he came across until that fateful day where he died in a collapsed tunnel of his own junk somewhere in his apartment.


On the upside, we got them to buy us a new DSLR camera over there. Things are generally cheaper over there and vary in legality from 'off the back of a truck' to Nintendo Vii style knockoffs. Either way you can't really complain unless it completely falls apart upon exposure to something like say, Oreos. A fairly obscure curse to be sure, but I am feeling a bit hungry right now.

Anywho, here's a shot taken by me while in the car. The thing with having nine people under the same roof is that feeding them becomes a bit of a problem. Jesus isn't here to provide us with pancakes or bacon (The Gospel according to Bacon - coming to a store near you!) so we often end up going out for dinner. And each time we end up going to a Chinese restaurant. Personally I don't really see the point... you jump on a plane and fly eight hours just to head to Chinatown. It reminds me of the Americatown thing on The Simpsons, though you could counter that argument by claiming there's not really that much local cuisine to try out besides fish & chips and shrimp on the barbie... curse you, Paul Hogan!


Once I figure out how all the settings work I'm sure I won't need to hide my incompetence behind fancy lighting effects and motion blurs. Join me next time when I fight the seven signs of aging with the help of my own homebrew face cream.