The adventures of Almigo

One day I'm going to come to this blog and post up some amazing news. I've won Powerball. My real estate agent has decided I've paid enough rent and now I don't have to pay anymore for the rest of my life. Trump has been arrested for everything and petrol prices have dropped to rock bottom in celebration. Something like that. Today however I'm taking a swipe at the idiots that seemingly love my blurb. No not my book, they haven't read that. But boy oh boy is their some movement in the pants region when they read my blurb apparently!

  'Dad, are you ever going to get around to doing something with that beer you made?' 'Sure son, one day. Although I need to work out if what I have here is infected or not...' Fast forward to today, still not knowing the status of the dark ale that possible went bad, I still bottled it. What could possibly go wrong here? 

Some days, like today, I really wish I was Wolverine. I don't mean in the sense of his razor-sharp claws. There's no one currently on my radar that needs to be on the receiving end of some kind of slashing attack like that. Well not yet anyway. I want to be Wolverine for his adamantium-laced skeleton and even his healing factor would actually be really really helpful right about now. Although in saying that in all of the adventures that I've read or seen or listened to via audiobook, I don't think there's ever been a case in the life of the Canadian Super Hero where he's ever been caught unawares while trying to deliver chocolate chip muffins to his workplace in the dark.  Marvel writers reading on, you're more than welcome to borrow this storyline if you like if you suddenly run short on ideas. 

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the future because I have written today's post mostly via headset.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing isn't it? Especially in 2026 when you can use pretty much any A.I out there to really nail home the result of some interesting decisions from way back when in just a matter of moments.  To explore this today, I'm heading back to a time where I used to reward myself with choc chip cookies and work out how better off today I'd be if I'd just put the cookie down...*

Hello there - if you've just Googled an email address to see if a book club is legitimate and this post has popped up in the results then I have some bad news for you: The offer you're investigating is as legitimate as cryptocurrency from Bernie Madoff.

Dear Australia Post, Just a quick note to say thanks for sending my letter from one part of this lovely state to another, via Monaco. And Portugal. And possibly a quick stop off at Paris while it's at it.  While I don't know if those locations are 100% accurate, I can only guess that my humble little envelope with a single sheet of paper within will get to travel that far given how much you charged me to pop it into the mail chute to begin it's surprisingly mammoth journey.  At a hefty $3.40 to post a letter, I'm really hoping it finally arrives with many stamps on it's little passport!