Another three day weekend, did I mention Australians like time off? Labour day this time. Fairly interesting week so far, even if it has only been four days. Ended up installing yet another data projector in a school yesterday, it was quite a complicated arrangement and we got thrown in at the last minute as the guy who had organised it was diverted to another job. We installed the video cable all neatly up through the ceiling, down the wall, through some nice conduit, and had it all nice and neat and ready to go. Powered up the laptop, tested it... and the picture was purple. Lovely. After a little troubleshooting we managed to narrow it down to the cable. Which was a shame, as it was the most complicated part to replace of course. So, that took another hour to take all the ceiling tiles out and re run the new cable... I was not best pleased.
The other day Ryan and I went for a look at a place out the back of nowhere where there is a bit of old mining equipment. We come though this small settlement and up over a bit of a hill and then see this big hole in the ground, what appeared to be an abandoned mineshaft. I say to Ryan: "I wonder how deep it is". He replies: "I don't know, but we are going to find out".
He walks over and picks up this rock, and tosses it down the shaft. We both listen out for a thud... but hear nothing. We look around for something a bit bigger to make a louder sound, and see this old railway sleeper lying there. We pick up the sleeper, and throw it down the hole and wait for the thud.
Instead, there was this crashing sound in the bush behind us and this flaming goat comes charging out towards us. I dive to one side, Ryan to the other, and this ruddy goat shoots between us and jumps down the mine shaft.
I pick myself up, and look at Ryan, trying to work out what on earth had just happened. Then we see this guy up on the hill, and he walks down and asks us if we had seen a goat. We tell him, yes, we had seen a goat, and that he had come charging out of the bush, big horns, wild as, and jumped down the mine shaft. Old mate looks visibly relieved, and says: "Oh that's OK then, it won't be my goat. Mine was friendly and tame, and tied to a railway sleeper".
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As much as I would like to, unfortunately I cannot take responsibility for that joke. I heard it from a fellow called "King Billy Cokebottle" who is a hilarious Australian comedian. I thought I better share it however, and make up for the lame kangaroo/giraffe joke from last weekend.
Anyhow, not much else to report at this point, the lawns are still growing out of control so I better go and sort them out. I am still battling with this rat in the roof also... I resorted to poison but all it seemed to do was give the rat more energy, as ever since I attempted to poison him he seems to be far more active and runs around more. I may have to locate a tame carpet snake...
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