Well, we kinda loser-y made it sorta up most of Mt Wellington today. I dunno, my heart just wasn't in it 100%. Oh, and the trails sucked. Horribly steep things with lots of loose rock as a transparent foil for the Telstra wiring tube hiding beneath. Yuck. After three hours of struggling up those damned things, and shortly after hearing climbers set off a large rockfall under the Organ Pipes, I said fuck it (actually, 'bugger this', after all, it's Tassie) and headed back down to the car. Getting back down off the mountain proved to be equally difficult due to some kind of fair with live folk rock going on up there - lots of Free Tibet, Stop NZ Fireblight Apples, Tassie - The Woodchip State, etc bumperstickers. Not really sure what the deal was but lots of folks were having a great time, and it was in fact a wonderful day to be out. Came back to the hotel room afterwards, had a swim downstairs, and am now kicking back with a Pepsi Max and wondering about my nephew. What's he look like? Are they going to circumcise the poor guy? Just the usual questions, well, at least usual for gay men, I guess.
So. In order to celebrate the safe arrival of Mark, we're going to head down to the Elizabeth St docks in a bit and reenact our favorite scenes from Querelle. Er, I mean we're going to go down there and get some scallops, chips, that kind of stuff. Mmmm, scallops.
Speaking of which, I have some unanswered questions:
- In Chile, New Zealand, and Australia, scallops seem to come with pink-colored bits attached to them (I'm guessing it's some kind of muscle?). Why don't you see those in Europe or North America?
- In Australia, every time I've seen cigarettes for sale, they only have mild, extra mild, super mild, or 'I Can't Believe There's No Nicotine!' cigarettes, but none of the really heavy duty ones I like, like Botschafter, or anything foul and Egyptian. What's the deal here?
- For the first time in nearly twenty years, I bought books only to discover that two of the four I bought were defective (one had pages without print on them, another one had sections bound out of order, as well as duplicate or missing sections). Is Hobart at the center of a spooooky vortex of badly printed books?
- Why do Australians seem to have a thing for Semillon? Can't we all just please agree to ignore it until it goes away, thus putting a stop to this annoying ruination of other perfectly decent wines with it? (Show me another 'Sauvignon Blanc Semillon' and I'm going to scream.)
- On a related note, why is most Aussie wine pretty schlocky for the amount of money it costs? In New Zealand, if you spent over $20 on anything, it was pretty much guaranteed to be phenomenally good. In Australia, if you spend over $15 on anything, chances are it's not any better than anything else you've had before, and you'll feel disappointed. (As a result, I've stopped drinking wine until I get back to New Zealand or California, which is a good thing, I guess.)
- Dan tells me the Melbourne bears are having their monthly bar night on a ... Monday. Huh? Monday night? Is this a world first?
- I was led to believe that The Royal Tenenbaums was a good movie. It wasn't. Explain, please?