Rat attack

I was thinking yeah! i'll write a blog, i'll put heaps of cool stuff in it. Then as soon as I opened this window, I was like what am I writing about, what did I write about last time.

Maybe it's due to my poor blogging recently, the once of twice a week blog has been outcast with a monthly/quarter yearly one. Hopefully times will change that.

The last week has been pretty weird even for me, 5 days ago and 9 hours ago i was being scheduled for surgery on my right scaphoid, 5 days and 8 hours ago I was being sent home being told I have nothing to worry about..... Thanks. More on that below.

I've also made the return to Ballarat, and wow it's cold, I'd forgotten, maybe its because i've been in a controlled climate mini ecosystem for the last 6 weeks, but wow, I've only been this cold before twice in my life, the first time I was hiking and left my sleeping bag behind and as a result slept in my pack, the second time was at the finish of last years melb-ballarat, when they made me stand on a corner, they didnt really make me, but i'd still like to thank everyone for lending me jumpers and thermal high-vis gear.

Enough of that, i'm back to head back to uni after a lengthen summer "break", yes that was a pun. Unfortunately, they've ultra high tech computer thingy wont let me log on or do anything, after many discussions with "My IT@UB" and student services, i've decided that I dont like them. I'm also moving house, to mount helen. Although a house in mt helen, doesnt sound right, how can a house been inside a mountain? shouldnt it be ontop? I know its named mt helen, like a hot chocolate is called a hot chocolate even if it's luke warm. But still theres a part of me that wants it to be like the pied piper of hamlen or that jules vern film where the guy time travels, it was quite possible called the time machine. All I really remember from it is that at the end he moves the machine to a different spot in his house so he can apear in the mountain where his hot futuristic girlfriend is, or maybe the cannibals were in the mountain. Then again it could of been in the past too. I think you get the idea.

Any way here's some photos, as you've guessed they're not in chronological order, usually I argue that chronological is stupid, but the truth is I try to do it everytime, I just don't possess the skills required to pull it off.

First ride in Bike kit in 2 months, this was taken long before the ride, sitting on the bed, being a tool.
Sherbert lent beth some radcore (radical combined with hardcore, spread it) sunnies, if "that dude who's name doesnt appear in my head no matter how long I stare at the wall for" rode bikes this would be the eyewear of choice. You know, had a movie made about him not so long ago.
First non bike gear ride, getting dark, no lights, it's fair to say I didnt pick up to many safety pointers after my tumble. Next time i'll do extra reading.
Dead skin, the new frontier in fake tan. Luckly the chopstick I kept shoving down there over the 6 weeks cleared most of it, but still, it stank, i was ready to cut my arm off by the time i got home.

There's a story behind this window, It's rather long so ill miss some stuff. Tour of Southern Gramps, we stayed in a haunted homestead at warrock, near casterton. This window, it's said that the original owner lived in, well more so the whole building which was the old mechanical workshop. So the story goes, a couple of years ago (estimation, it could of been the 80's or 90's) there was a wedding out at this place, after the ceremony the happy couple (estimation, they might not of been happy) had some wedding photos taken around the property, one set had this window in it, and in one of the set of 5 or 6 there was an old man in the bottom pane, this isnt the first time it had happened. Unfortunately the old man wasnt up to the technology of camera phones at midnight, so this is all we got.

As for the rest of the week it's moving house and making a gradule return to training, weather permitting of course

DT