Saturday, March 17, 2007

The reason why Bonestorm doesn't blog much anymore



Meet Elise. She specialises in sleeping, shitting with explosive force (she can hit the wall at the opposite end of her bedroom when on full power) and draining Daddy Bonestorm's capacity for rational thought by enducing extreme tiredness.

I haven't forgotten about any of you, and just in case you drop by here some time, this is the reason for my slackness. Plus, I'm a slackarse.

Footnote: As I was writing this she woke up, and when we went to get her she gave us her first smile. Ever. Suddenly I feel energized again.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

The truth about Santa

I found out today that Santa doesn't live at the North Pole. He doesn't drive a sled or have dozens of elves scurrying around his feet.

Santa drives a bus for the Brisbane council.

Times are tough, eh?

I guess we've all moonlighted in jobs that we haven't been proud of at one time or another. In my younger days I picked watermelons to earn a dollar. Maybe I should say attempted to pick watermelons, as I had the job of standing in an eight foot cardboard box on the back of a truck as workmates threw watermelons in at me. Often more than one at a time. Or completely without warning. Or after I'd been hit on the head for the hundredth time that hour and was obviously unconscious, bleeding and in need of medical assistance on the bottom of the box. In hindsight it's a miracle I didn't get shipped off to market under half a ton of melons at some point.

Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, Santa.

I must say I was surprised this morning when the Santa bus pulled up to my stop, complete with miles of tinsel wound around the interior and on the windows, christmas lights, a tree and Santa himself in full gear at the wheel. I didn't spot a nativity scene but it was undoubtedly there somewhere.

Times have obviously been tough on the big guy of late, and he sounded a lot more like a grumpy Brisbane bus driver who was forced to wear a stinking hot red suit and beard on a warm day, but I'm probably just reading too much into things. I'm sure even Santa has his off days.

Anyhow, make sure you are all listening on Christmas eve for the screech of tires on your roof.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

The new gaming demographic

I saw an interesting thing on the bus yesterday morning. It was a person in the front seat entranced by a Gameboy.

Not normally noteworthy, I know. Unless you perhaps consider the specifics of the person, who happened to be a middle aged business woman in a power suit. Not your average acne riddled 13 year old, to be sure.

Probably even more interesting to me was how engrossed she was in it all. Not once in 20 minutes did her eyes leave the lcd screen, even when frustration got the better of her and she resorted to slamming the palm of her hand against the gizmo in fury. It reminded me of a recalcitrant chimp slamming it's hands against the bars of it's cage.

And I can't really be too critical of her here, since I've done some desk slamming with my fist during countless hours of Madden football, but at least I've had the decency to do it in the privacy of my own home.

She eventually got off at the stop before mine. The last I saw of her she was motoring up a ramp towards the street with her eyes still fixated on the Gameboy.