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I set out today to achieve something, and achieve something I did. I bought some, wait for it, more undies. Yes, it was time. There’s a very specific thing I look for in a pack of undercrackers, and that is a red pair. There’s just something about red undies that matters. They have at times and bedrooms past been a source of amusement, which definitely helps, but I think there’s also something about the fact that wearing red undies means my genitalia is that much faster. They also match my red socks, worn mostly for motorcycling so I can change gear and actuate the rear brake faster. (As an aside, I should probably get some red gloves.. it’s the front brake that slows you much moreso than the rear.)

For those who aren’t aware, mens’ undies come in packs of seven for what should be fairly obvious reasons. For those who use the standard techniques for ekeing out the maximum wear life of their jocks, a single pack can give nearly a month of undercarriage support. This can be crucial for men who live the lives of action so commonly protrayed in movies and deodourant ads. Personally I end up doing some washing every week, as I don’t have 28 t-shirts with nerd related puns and such (much as some like to believe otherwise). I could probably strech things out to fortnightly wash cycles, but the communal washing machine downstairs isn’t capacious enough to support such frugality. Probably for the best really, especially in summer.

The other pant (to colloquialise the colonialists) related occurance that will occur today is the almost ritualistic removal of the tags from said pants, as I have long been of the opinion that they’re irritating. The fact that this fact is, so far as I know, almost entirely limited to myself is rather useful – when I was living at home (or when I visit now) there was a very easy way to pick my undies from the communal washing pile – mine are the red ones with no tags.

Hello gentle reader! Hello reader who is prone to violent outbursts! I hope you had a good year’s end, and are happy and rested and not cranky or about to do anything surprising or anything.. please?

The subject was exposed to Perth for a period of time. One thing was immediately noticed: the subject’s use of his laptop was vastly lower than has been previously observed during similar such experiments. This was put down to the subject’s ipod touch being a surprisingly good way to keep up with the internet when within range of a friendly wireless signal a predominently used for keeping up with twitter, google reader and other such format friendly things. The only downfall in this plan that was noted was the streaming of the Paris Dakar Rally, which now no longer goes anywhere near Paris or Dakar due to TRRSTs in northern Africa. Such a thing has no facility for ipod streaming that was encounted.

Newly introduced to the Perth facility are some chickens that were previously cruelly crammed into cages, yet were purchased and introduced to the on-site vege patch. They took an hour to move once plopped unceremoniously from their transport box [note: investigate similar transportation option for subject vis a vis cost savings] and were very scruffy and sad looking, but now after several weeks they are very energetic, their combs are perky, and most of the vege patch has been decimated. The asparagus seems to have been spared due to their predilection for snoozing under it. After extensive testing, it was determined that the eggs produced to make this mutually beneficial arrangement so smooth are delicious, if occasionally a little funny looking.