Sunday night musings.

While the NRL Grand Final graces the TV screens in my household, let me just say that I have nothing but contempt for rugby league. Apart from their tight jerseys and short shorts, they really don't have much going for them in my books. There's just so much missing from the game. Well, the stuff that counts, at least. The scrums look silly and this dummy-half business is just rubbish. And to make up for it, they count the tackles and turn the ball over after the sixth. And their jerseys aren't even dirty at the end of it all!

So yes, I had a bit of a quiet last night last night. I was a little bummed out about the result of yesterday's Woodies-Uni Grand Final and didn't feel like going out all that much. You know, not that I take it all that seriously or anything. Bah, I hate getting so emotionally involved in these things. Anyway, there wasn't anything in the fridge so we went down to the high street for dinner instead.

On the way, I met this dog when we crossed the railway tracks. He was this cute little blond thing (I'm assuming it's a he). His tail was wagging and just generally looked happy. That's what I like about dogs. Cats are aloof and I get the feeling that they all, in general, don't like me. Dogs, though, they might be simple creatures, but they have this amazing attitude, an attitude that I wish I had - always tail-waggingly happy and easily excitable. And that's another thing, people should have tails. Like that Sony ad. But I digress.

The poor dog fell in between the boards at the level crossing and let out this little yelp. I asked him if he was okay. Oh dear, I'm talking to strange dogs now. Bah. Anyway, he regained his footing and wagged his tail some more before watching us cross and trotting off into the dark.

Dinner was good. Nothing too sophisticated, just roast chicken and chips. A lot can go wrong with roast chicken and chips though, but this was pretty alright.


Listening to:
Title: Car Crash
Artist: Eskimo Joe
Album/station: From The Sea (2004)
Length: 3.48