The Drifter Diaries or Life Attention Deficit Disor...whoa! look at that moth!: How to Make it in Australia or Blinded by the Vegemite

And yes those are both puns on a great TV show on HBO and a song by Manfred Mann (~~which I will ultimately post a video of below...hopefully~~. So I posted the video with the lyrics since I was drastically wrong about the words of the chorus; it makes a little more sense now).

So, after downloading a veritable shit-tonne of Australian music today (thats metric for you folks state side; equivalent of 1.102 US shit-tons), I decided to post a little bit about it (and ultimately ramble on about something completely different).

Firstly, as was previously mentioned in another post, there is a radio station throughout Australia called Triple J. They play music without commercials because it a government sponsored station, but also focus heavily on promoting Australian artists. Subsequently, you get to hear a lot of crazy music you might not otherwise hear, or most likely never will hear in the States. Later on hopefully I'll be able to post some youtube videos of some of the songs that I acquired.

Here's some of the stuff I got (artist - song):

Bluejuice - Work

The Middle East - Land of the Bloody Unknown

Art vs. Science - Magic Fountain

Last Dinosaurs - Time and Place

Anyway, work is still berserk but should start quieting down by next week. Ultimately this just means I'm going to be a lot more bored in a week which is not good. Work is the only thing keeping time moving out here; time moves more slowly on days off (that Einstein is full of shit). Today I tried to soak up some time by going to the local "city", Mount Gambier, to try and buy some new boots (as the current pair I'm wearing seem to be cutting off all circulation to my right big toe or impinging a nerve or something. Is it bad to have no feeling in a toe for over 2 weeks? We'll just have to leave that to the suits in Washington to decide, or should I say Canberra. Pretty sure that's the capital of this wacky place. Not sure if they wear suits though).

So I make it to "the mount", as it's called, and sure enough all the places that sell the boots I'm looking for are closed; sorry tin-man toe, maybe you'll get feelings next week. In order to not make this trip a complete waste, I decide to go check out a famous lake in the area. It's called Blue Lake because, you guessed it, it's gray; damn Australians always lying to you to get you to visit places. I bet there's no gold on the gold coast too! So much for my money making scheme after harvest. All that aside, the lake it supposedly an intensely bright blue during the summer. It probably didn't help out my cause that it was overcast and raining the day I checked it out. The rain got a bit more intense and I decided I'd just bail and go home to eat rather than walk around; figured another day would be better. So I got back in my power-steering deprived, no side mirrored Rocky (my ute) and headed back to Penolatropolis. I then ate my second breakfast of the day (bacon and eggs, dear...only a few people will get that joke. sorry). I did however have bacon and eggs twice today. Enjoy arteries. High blood pressure is good right? Just means your heart is pumping stronger, right? I'll just have to eat more salt and start smoking cigarettes to help it out.

What Blue Lake in Mt. Gambier is supposed to look like.

Where was I? I've started rambling again. So I had an onion on my belt...right, so I replayed my breakfast and was gonna do my weekly tradition of running several miles but decided I was not up for a cold rain run and ended up sitting around watching Curb Your Enthusiasm instead. Had I had a delicious donut it may have been the antithesis of running. Which reminds me, haven't really seen a real donut out here and oh how I long for one. Last harvest was littered with freshly made donuts from a local place in Santa Rosa (please, Donut hut. Come back to me). Nothing goes better with coffee than a fresh donut. All those cop stereotypes know what they're doing and I commend them. Can't wait for warm California weather and warm freshly made donuts.

I miss you Donut hut and the small asian girl that always tried to convince me to get a dozen instead of just 4.

I think that's enough for now. Nobody likes reading anyway, right? (I sure as hell don't proofread this nonsense). I'll have to save the stories about my coworker who essentially speaks pikey like Brad Pitt from the movie Snatch only with a touch of Australian (seriously at times I can't stand a word..."yeah, I like Dogs, but I like caravans more"). My friend has informed me they are called Bogans (and after reading the wikipedia article on the term found that a similar expression exists in Newfoundland, Canada only they call them "skeets"....too funny). Till next time people that I'm assuming are ultimately just bored at work enjoy your desk jobs as my hands slowly change ethnicities.