Wag

by phill

get the fuck off that jelly fish and come here!
Creative Commons License photo credit: Darwin Bell

This weekend went

way too quickly. One minute I was playing a long-due poker game with friends, and the next I was in my hot-box of a house, engaged in a skill-intensive platform game* to take my mind off the fact I was drowning in ball soup. Our place does have air-conditioning, it’s just very old, so switching it on freezes a narrow corridor of air from the dining table to the kitchen and nowhere else. And as soon as you switch it off, thermodynamics quickly take hold and even that small space becomes instantly muggy and shit. Anyway, thank goodness Louise bought the MegaFan 5000 (it has its own remote, seriously) which has managed to save us from melting so far. I can’t wait for the rest of the Summer.

In between poker and sweating we did manage to get out to the beach with Louise’s dog, Tara. Now that Louise has moved out, she hardly ever gets walked or taken out. This isn’t anyone’s fault, Lou’s parents do it as often as they can, but they are engineers/managers so they have comparatively little time to do it. Anyway, Tara went mental when she realised she was going somewhere, whining and wagging and generally going spastic in the back seat. We went to a dog beach just north of Floreat (my favourite Perth beach, mainly for the ultra-squeaky sand) and let her roam around a bit. She was well behaved, not needing much more than a terse ‘TA-ra’ to get her back when she knocked over a tiny, ginger rag dog of some sort (Why do people buy small dogs? I’m sure there can be no comfort to doing so; no heavy warmth to knock over and play fight with). This makes two weekends in a row where we’ve been to the beach, here’s hoping the trend continues throughout the Summer. I need the motivation to get out of the house sometimes; I’m far too content to stay at my desk and feign writing.

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*The platformer mentioned is ‘N+’ — a flash game I last remember spending ridiculous amounts of hours perfecting my jumping technique in first/second year university. I recall actually having my name in one of the top times before the leader boards got fucked over by people cheating them and recording impossible large remaining times (the timer counts down, so the larger the time the better). Honestly, cheating a flash game? The motivations of people astound me sometimes.

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