The adventures of Almigo

In my time on this planet, I've watched a lot of TV. And I've learnt a lot about life with my eyes glued to the box. So in my latest ambitious project, here are my (bleary eyed) findings about learning how to live with lessons from the box:  

Ahh newer car ownership, it's fun isn't it? Especially when that newer car swears at you in Japanese, is 22 years old and loves the game 'How many mechanics does it take to change an oil filter'? My new toy looks like this! (The answer to that question is one but you'll still pay about $80 in labor to get the damn thing out...)

Thank the gaming gods for driving sims, otherwise we'd be completely oblivious to some wonderful pieces of automotive machinery out there, somewhere, legitimately churning up the dirt and tarmac (unless they turned up on Top Gear and I just missed that particular episode).. Not just the maddest car in Gran Turismo 2! Seriously, did you know about any of the following before someone shoehorned them into a video game?

Remember the Cape? Of course you don't, it was terrible. Terrible But in case you were semi curious about this short lived TV series (and no I don't think it's on Netflix, Disney or Binge), allow me to give you the gist of how bad it truly was...

Oh random press releases, will you ever stop the rock and roll train of amusement anytime soon? Today I've found out that: A 16 year old Helmeted Honey-Eater has defied all odds by living three times longer than the average male and is now the oldest wild bird of this species on record... Fascinating!  A fact so incredible, I almost back-flipped through work's second story window...

Isn't it wonderful when you do a cleanup on your computer and you find the backup from your old lost blog, the one you thought had gone with the last window formatting? In a step back in time, today I reveal how I came to become much richer than you'll ever be.  So I came home the other day, opened up my mail and instantly became more wealthy than the rest of Australia combined. A tall order for some 31 year old radio announcer from Bendigo who's juggling a mortgage, car repayments, an upcoming wedding and a new arrival to the family any day soon but Lady Luck does fart in mysterious ways. I now have enough money to pay off my house, finish saving up for the wedding, buying the Nissan Stagea of my dreams and still have enough spare change to buy an Island and start up my own civilization - where everyone drives an RX7, Ed O Neil is president and Richmond is the only team in my own AFL (Almigo football league) therefore winning the Grand Final every year. A...

It was in a toy store who's location are now lost to the winds of time. There were two kids who were at the age where the coolest thing around were the Ninja Turtles and thoughts of mortgages, repayments, hot women and fast cars wouldn't be thought of for many years to come. In a time way before the internet (1990 evidently), it was the newest, sexiest toy ever - the unknown entity that was black and sleek, almost dangerous looking with more buttons than we knew how to handle. It was the next step in evolution that took what we knew for granted and flushed right down the can and then whizzed on it once again for good measure. A black Lamborghini Contach? Nay! But I'd still like one.  Maybe the Ferrari Testarossa of its time? No. But I had a poster of this on my wall. Also it's red, not black.  So what was it?