Well, hello there. Another busy day passes by and out of all the seriousness, comes another silly observation.

Check this sign out. I passed this on the way to Bairnsdale and couldn't resist the urge to capture it for written analysis on my blog. Although this discussion has come up before, I thought I may as well bring it to your attention once more.
Imagine you are a tourist from a foriegn country. You have just managed to get your head around the myriad of strange flora and fauna: The fact that there are venemous egg laying, sexually dimorphic monotremes on the loose (someone once told you they're called Platapus), when out of the blue, you see this sign on the way through the Australian outback. 'Holly mother of Mary!' you say to yourself. I've seen kangaroos already but these wombats are enormous! You are struck with terror - 'Jurassic Park style.' You strain to look for signs of giant wombats, perhaps droppings or carcasses. Whoa, theres a Kangaroo. You pull over to the side of the road, stricken with fear...You pour a glass of water and sit it on the dash board, eagerly awaiting a sign of that which you fear the most. But the water doesn't ripple and shake like the glass in Jurassic Park... Jesus you think, if there are wombats on these roads, they could crush my hire car like a tin can! Nope. Duped again. Bloody Aussies. Suddenly, it dawns on you that these stupid signs are not actually to scale...

On another note, shortly after picking up a layout for my darling wife Amber, I was driving down a certain road, pushed for time and to my way of thinking; definately running late. As usual, my mind was wandering. Wandering all the way to the point at which I noticed the Police car's headlights spark to life. I quickly did a speed check... Damn!!!!
Double Damn!!! Double tripple damn!!!!!!!! Jesus now I'm done! Looks like 70 in a 50 zone. Ouch.

I thought to myself 'it's ok, they probably didn't notice'. 'Yeah thats right, they weren't paying attention'. Even as the blue and red lights started flickering all over my cars interior, I was actually thinking that I had gotten away with it.

"License please...."

Derrr. Um, "actually no officer, I had no idea how fast I was going" (the naked truth). What happened next was remarkable... "Well, sir, do you realise that we detected your speed at 67kmph in a residential street that was clearly a 50kmph zone?" By this time I had resigned to a certain inevitability: $165 fine (or more), plus the obligatory points loss. There was a long wait as both officers returned to the squad car. The officer returned to my driver's side window "George it looks like it's your lucky day. There will be no infringement notice given on this occasion." He added: "Don't let me ever see you speeding in my town again"
He said it in a Clint Eastwood kinda way, the 'my town' bit was kind of scary, in a 'I own this road' sort of way, like Mad Max. I think that he might have even been chewing on straw when he said it. Honestly, as he returned to his car, I squinted in the side vision mirror, looking for the glint of his .45 Magnum as he spat tobacco on passing cockroaches. "Strike me pink" I said to myself. That was lucky! I flipped the indicator up and proceded to merge with the upcoming traffic. Still stunned by what had just happened, I failed to realise that I had just engaged the left indicator as I merged to the right. They followed me for about 20km or so. I nervously drove on to my destination.
Strange day it was today.