Weather

I am so fucking sick of talking about the weather;
'Yep, sure is hot.'
"Yep. It got cool for a little while there."
'Yep, cool down is exactly what it did."
"I think it was caused by some sort of temperature drop - it's like it got less warm or something. But, you know what it did? Went and got hot again."
'Yeah-nah, it's definitely warmer now than it was when it was cooler.'
Yes, for the love of Sarah Michelle Geller, it's hot. It'll probably be hot again tomorrow, and lather my nuts if it wont be hot the day after that. The only thing that shits me more than people is dumb people. Dumb people with scabies.

I was watching some Dutch movie and the guy in it was wearing a jacket - I know, those crazy Dutch fuckers - and it made me realise how much I miss the cold. There is nothing finer than stepping out of the house in the morning, resplendent to be seen wrapped in a scarf, overcoat flowing the icy wind, flatcap pulled firmly down. Your breath swirls before your face as you trudge off into the great grey. All the cool cities of the world have a really good solid winter. London, Paris, New York. Even Melbourne's winters are blessedly shitty. I wager all good work - art, engineering, and ingenuity - comes from the introspection of a wondrous and wooly winter.

Nothing cool comes from hot places. The people are lethargic and bored - it's like being in Question Time but outdoors. I'd found myself falling ill from this same foul fog of sweaty indifference. My brain was filling up with stupid, and my butt-crack was filling up with fingers... fingers that were scratching my arse... that didn't sound right did it!? I hadn't had an interesting conversation in so long that I'd completely stopped using words with more than 3 syllables, which made it impossible to order watermelon at the shop. And you know how much I like watermelon. Seven. Yes, I like it seven.

So Saturday came with another grog delivery - chilled ales to cool my overheated brain and give me back a little of that razor wit and obnoxious argumentativity I'm so famous for. I slung half a slab in a bag and headed to the doctors house. We settled down on the porch and talked. Hours we talked for. Hours are the unit of measurement that would accurately document the amount of time for which we talked. It was great. Free, floating conversation that meandered through the evening like a clumsy bumble bee. We bumped into all kinds of topics - sport (or our disinterest therein), travel, education, life, love and medicine. Not once do I remember broaching the topic of the weather. It was a real fucking treat.

Phil's great - he's full of philosophies and a hasty sense of adventure. He's convinced that I should be a pilot - mainly because he wants to be a pilot but can't justify abandoning 10 years of studying to be a doctor. If that doesn't work out, I should get a job as a journalist at a newspaper in Papua New Guinea - same diff. He also chose last night to start dabbling as a psychic. Apparently I'm going to knock up a girl called Maggie who will give birth to twins in April 08. This is why I should be a pilot, I guess, so I can fly the fuck away. He calls it 'Plan B'. I'm just pleased to know I'm actually going to get laid some time in 2007.

Around midnight the girls had escaped from some fund-raiser party that had begun to resemble a sorority bash - tits-out, drunken girl-on-girl action. That'd be fine if it was happening with anyone other than the Balanda women of Maningrida - *shudder*. We spent a little time looking at the stars upsidedown to make it look like we were in Scotland. Apparently Orion actually looks more like an archer the other way up, but I defended the Southern Hemisphere on the basis that we were more imaginative - mainly because I couldn't make up anything more creative.

The next morning I felt sick as shit from drinking mid-strength, but it had been well worth it. I rolled around the house all day watching shitty television and napping. It rained this afternoon. That was pretty cool. I guess we'll all have something to talk about at work tomorrow. Which is nice.