Footy Tipping

Footy season is officially underway. I really liked watching NRL last year, but I didn't absorb many details of the game or learn much about each team. This year I'm in a footy tipping comp at the local pub, which basically requires me to chip in a couple of bucks each week to place bets on who will win. There have been games every day from Thursday to Monday (which is a lot to keep up with) but I basically just pick a winner for each game, plus one team who I predict to win by at least 30 points. I've been going on gut feelings mostly, but I seem to be guessing them about 50-50 at this early point in the season. Even if I'm last in the comp they put on a free dinner at the end of the season, so it won't be a total loss in any case. I have to admit it would be pretty sweet to have an American girl who doesn't know much about footy come up victorious against a bunch of tradesmen who watch it religiously, but I'll be happy not to come in last this time. Fingers crossed that the weather is good this Sunday so I can go to the Cronulla Sharks' first home game of the season!

Cronulla Creep

Every afternoon on my way from home from work I grab a copy of Mx, the free newspaper issued to City Rail customers. It's usually nothing too thought provoking, just strange stories from around the world, fashion, and current events around Sydney. Unfortunately the front page story this week was about a sixty year old man who is feeling up strangers on my train line to Cronulla! His M.O. is to get on at Town Hall (my stop) and sit down next right next to a woman, drape his jacket over his lap, and then stroke her thigh. As if the train ride home wasn't bad enough!

Nice try, New Zealand

I got a package at work today. It's like I'm Superman's secret-secret identity!

Hot Wheels

A few days ago I finally decided to buy a car. I had been on the fence about it for quite a while, because it's fairly easy to get around on foot in my neighborhood; I finally snapped after waiting for a delayed train until 11pm on a Monday night after band practice. I ended up with a 1998 Toyota Paseo, which isn't the nicest but I'm fairly determined never to take out a loan on a car in my life. I've only driven it a few times and it was white knuckles all the way, but I'm starting to get used to roundabouts and being on the "wrong" side of the road. Sadly someone keyed the bonnet (translation:hood) only a couple days after I got it, but I think it's in pretty good shape for its age!