Oh, that was me. I'm trying to seed my algorithm for human-generated random numbers. Well, at least now you know what I look like.
No, no insane-looking hair, just something that could be an overgrown bowl haircut (perhaps he hadn't had it cut since leaving the institution?) He didn't chuckle, as far as I noticed, but he did talk rapidly about the weather at the poor souls who replied to him.
Sounds a bit like Peter, our Insane ex-committee member. He's often at Speaker's Forum on Sundays, drop by and see if it was him!
at least he wasn't describing the women on the tram (and what he wanted to do to them) in a none-too-subtle manner to a polystyrene-cupful of alfalfa ... there are many stories on melbourne's public transport ... this has been one of them. (from the 3RRR 'Eeeeek!' newsletter, circa 1991)
And then there was the Multicultural Guy; he was in his late 20s or 30s, with short brown hair and a New Zealand accent, and when travelling by train would approach passengers (typically non-Europeans) and talk to them about multiculturalism. At one point he was haranguing a beleaguered-looking North African Muslim man about "the Jesus Christ who is alive today", and how different cultures are all good, before swooping down on a group of female Asian students, asking where they were from and whether they spoke Cantonese, and launching into his spiel about different cultures.
Some choice quotws from the Multicultural Guy:
"I was in Denmark and I saw this girl who married an Iraqi and I didn't say that, I didn't say "ooh go away go away", I didn't say that!"
"You gotta respect different choices!"
"I'm not saying that..." (favourite sentence starter)
"If Jesus rose from the dead, even if you believe in Islam..."
It was me. I did it because I am outraged at the way in which radio stations and mad weatherpeople praise the hot weather and the beach so much. I myself find the hot weather extremely uncomforatable and the summer sun scorching. I prefer the weather to be in the comfortable teens with a bit of cloud to keep the sum from burning me. The weatherpeople need to realize that if you like the weather in the 30s you should move off to WA.
Whenever the weather is hot (above 25 degrees), I sweat so much I hate it, and I spend my time trying to keep in the shade so that I am less uncomfortable, as the sun is so intense at any temperature above 20 degrees that I find it hard to raise my eyes except when the weather is cloudy - often, that means sticky. So, I find it unbelievable how mad weatherpeople praise the hot weather, and I thought that the only answer was to see if people really did agree with the Mike Larkins of Victoria (who I would advise to move off to WA and never return). I have found out that the popular temperature is about 25 degrees - I find even this hot and between 15 and 17 degrees ideal.
The madness of weatherpeople is seen not only in the way in which they praise uncomfortably hot and excessively sunny weather; it is also seen in the way in which there is so much emphasis on things such as "hours of bright sunshine" in all the weather statistics. There are incredible numbers of statistics relating to frost frequency, yet very few relating to frequencies of days over 30°C, 35°C and/or 40°C, which are just as important to farmers (who depend so much on the weather Bureau) and far more important to the livelihoods of ordinary city dwellers. Especially someone like me who hates the hot weather and would wish for weatherpeople to learn to say "Too Hot" whenever the weather is above about 25 degrees.
Most people think that Queensland has the best weather in Australia. I say - NEVER!
Between October and April, Tasmania clearly has the best weather in Australia - it's at least reasonably cool - and in the winter the southern mainland (eg. Adelaide) is near perfect.
I've still got an old Eeek! Tee-shirt, although t doesn't even remotely fit me anymore.
Back in the good old days, before I started boycotting RRR.
We should all boycott rrr, esp. now that they are moving to northcote.
Goddamn it was hot today, speaking of weather, and I spent most of it stuck in a fricking moving van which finally broke down utterly on some effing hill in North Balwyn. I eventually got a bus (and a tram, and a bus, and a train) home and my friend who was too cheap to rent a proper van is probably still sitting by the side of the road waiting for the RACV to turn up.
*looks at datestamps* Damn, zhulin, that's some dedication you've got there.
I should say so!
Nice day for a game of cricket tomorrow. Low 20s. Hmmm. If we win the toss we'll bowl. Cool weather after a dash of rain is good for swing bowling. Fantastic.
Quite right, punks like this sort of weather.
Yes, they sure do.
This weather gets stranger and stranger!
I hope the weather is fine tomorrow for the street festival!
It was a beut! It rained twice early on (around 10:30) which was a pain as I was running around moving things, but then the sun came out, and the crowds, and we were flogging books in the road until 8 pm. We could have stayed open later too except I had promised to buy my brother some dinner. There were crowds in the street until 12 and all the venues were busy for a long time thereafter. Just goes to show running the Darebin Music Festival as part of the Fringe Festival was a good idea.
Kripes! Apparently we are in for (another) one of those disgustingly hot summers. Pah, if I could afford it and the Governments of the world wouldn't object, I'd jet out there to Blighty in a second.
Merry Christmas to all the other weather freaks out there
Could be, could be. Did he by chance have insane-looking Mozart hair and keep chuckling to himself?