Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The great wall of Michelle Bridges

So I was in Big W today. In the middle of School Holidays here in Australia. At the gateway to Easter (yes I realise now I picked a time as busy as the christmas rush, that's when clever me decides is a good time to shop..) shopping for a possible anniversary gift. And in the middle of the screaming kids and shocking trolley pilots, the one thing that definately wasn't on my mind was: Now that the Biggest Loser is over, what's Michelle Bridges up to?

My primary thought was actually escape.

A pity, because I discovered that's she's been busy making everything.* 

Monday, April 7, 2014

So I'm not much of a hotstepper - we roadtest a Fitbit Flex

For the next three weeks I've got the fun job of not only giving away three Fitbit Flex's on my radio show thanks to the local Harvey Norman but also roadtesting one myself. If you've never seen nor heard of the Fitbit before, it basically looks like this:

My own bodyhair. Copyright 2014 Almigo All Rights Reserved.

And it basically does this while you forget it's there:


It fits around your wrist and records just about everything. How many steps you take on a daily basis, how much of your tasty meals you're burning through - even how much sleep you're getting including time take to toss and turn!
It syncs up with your phone (or pc if your phone isn't new enough) and at a flick of your app, you can get up to date info on how your journey to INCREDIBLE FITNESS and MAD SWOLENESS you're actually getting.

I reckon it's a brilliant little bit of kit and I can see why they're selling like diet hot cakes. And in the three days I've been sporting this little grey baby, I've learnt a few things along the way...

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Help me find the Mysterious cowboy song that time forgot

Okay Internets, I've hit a brick wall and I need your help.

I have a song stuck in my head that's been there for longer than I can remember and no matter what I try, I can't find it. 

It's an electro dance(ish) song from the 90s. (Prob mid to late 90s)

He's a cowboy!

Oh and it's about Cowboys and riding a horse...

Monday, March 31, 2014

It's a trap! (For the bathroom)

Don't you hate when you've been wrestling with a problem for a couple of days and finally in a 'I'll try this and if it doesn't work I'm going to burn the whole f'n thing down' moment when you're completely at your wits end, you brain suddenly farts an answer that was probably staring at you right in the face from the very first second?

I've just had a hallelujah moment so big I just sprouted a pair of wings with nary a can of red bull in sight.

Praise brain fart, amen.
And I've also come to loathe poorly written instructions at the same instance for this very reason...

Thursday, March 27, 2014

I'm sick and exhausted and want to take on the world

Okay human nature, riddle me this - why is it only when I am down with a sickness and completely void of any and all energy whatsoever, I have nothing but thoughts of world domination?
Yes I'm sick and exhausted and want to be one with the universe of bed for a couple of weeks at least and still I want to give the whole wide world a Canadian Destroyer for shits and giggles.

For you world, when I wake up.

 Surely I'm not the only one who gets this way?

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

The sudden need to discover gold (or anything really)

Maybe the moons were in alignment with the stars again, or perhaps it was the conversation I had with the listener of the show that started with him asking 'Hey Almigo, how's your prospecting going?' but over the weekend I suddenly had a bout of prospectus goldfinderus and found myself in a land of untold treasures with nary a metal detector in site.

Or an ironing board..

Yep, I suddenly had the urge to go metal detecting while my cheapie detector was a) flat as my bank account and b) over 33kms away. Why oh why couldn't this have hit when I was home?

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Where Mitisubishi's are falling from the sky

My father in law is a pretty amazing bloke. From the school of 'Roll up your sleeves and give the troubled machinery a well deserved hammering til it sings again' there's not much he can't fix. (I know this first hand as I've gone to him time and time again with the opening line 'Well Baz you'll never guessed what I broke this time..')

And while he's a gun mechanic, he's also a bit of motorsport fanatic and has even gone to the trouble of carving out his own mini rally track out the back of his farm for his sons, his son in laws and himself to have a bit of a blurt around (you can find out more about it here). And slowly but surely he's been adding a few more car bits and pieces for rally afternoon hilarity.

Once upon a time he helped the other brother in law's brother with moving a car on a trailer...and came back with $50 and a 1989 Mitsuibishi Lancer for his trouble. Which promptly turned into his latest dubious rally weapon and even more farm track hilarity.

Baz gets paid in rally cars now

Today over coffee he revealed that the brake master cylinder on the mighty Mitsu had broke. But over the weekend he'd sourced one from a local bloke that was only 12 months old. In typical Baz fashion however there was more to this story than first thought...