Speaking of Johno, he hasn’t commented or shown his Aussie mug around here for a few days. Hasn’t emailed me prolifically either, worried about him. I sent an email to him and haven’t gotten a reply. Johno, send up a flare and mark it!
9 thoughts on “What else does Johno have to put up with there?”
Maybe he went on walkabout, then got attacked by a platypus.
He would have probably rode the platypus all the way home, naked. So maybe it was a kangaroo?
I noticed that too. I also reached out to him but haven’t heard anything back yet.
No correspondence with me either. Hope he’s alright. We all need some more Johno.
I did a name search in Australia and came up with a lot of what Johno’s name I have in my email folder, nothing came up. I will give this some search. Of course we didn’t know him much. Only thing, and I am not sure that he lived in Queensland. I email conversed with him, but nothing of real substance and when I curved the conversation back to any personal information really never gave me a straight answer.
Really? I don’t recall. Straight info from me is that I am a crippled old fart, too crook to get a job, even to waste people’s time applying for one, or I’d do so and work through the pain.
I spent enough decades doing just that, but eventually you just can’t hide things when you get old enough, so I exist on a Centrelink disability benefit. Strewth, it’s hard to get, and to keep, if you’re an Aussie that is.
I see immigrants driving cars that I couldn’t afford even if I was earning a fair wage, and living in the sort of houses that I wouldn’t ever be able to afford, unless I won a big lottery.
I’ve considered wading across the Rio Grande and claiming asylum, but your 3-letter agencies make me awfully nervous.
Sheeeit, they are the ones helping people cross
We have critters like that in America, but they go under the general heading of Road Pizza. Too numerous to mention, sorry.
I tend not to worry about spiders, consider a Huntsman spider in the house as nature’s bug eradicator. The tiny black house spider is another story (a creature that adapted well to modern houses because it loves to build tiny funnel-shaped webs in the top corners of a room, mostly biting women doing their housework, so not at my place), one bit me on my hand when I didn’t notice it on a fallen coconut frond that I picked up. The necrotic venom gave me much grief for many weeks, 24 hours of the day, no letup.
The infamous Sydney funnel-web spider is an enigma, only the male being a lethal threat during it’s wandering at mating season, so far as I know the last fatality that of a toddler on a Sydney beach back in the Eighties. It’s venom is only fatal to humans, and presumably other primates, dogs for example only responding to the nip from it’s powerful fangs. But what was that venom developed for, you must wonder: during it’s evolution there existed no bipedal threats to it’s existence on this continent, nor does it seemingly affect any existing native animal that would prey on it, the main defence being it’s size and aggressive nature when aroused, and generally reclusive nature.
Science and medicine stand to gain much from research into the properties of different spider’s venom, and textile and construction industry from research into spider silk and it’s incredible tensile strength.
The golden orb weaver generally is no problem to humans, only to small birds and insects blundering into their massive and intricate webs, often strung between trees and housing many spiders. I say generally: one dark night a pair of black intruders snuck through my yard until they blundered into the huge web system that supported about a dozen large orb weavers. Judging by the shrill shrieks that emerged from my backyard in the early morning, those spiders didn’t take kindly to the intruders damaging their web, which was repaired by the next night. Aborigines tend to be culturally fearful of snakes and spiders, especially urban blacks that wouldn’t encounter them generally.
Maybe he went on walkabout, then got attacked by a platypus.
He would have probably rode the platypus all the way home, naked. So maybe it was a kangaroo?
I noticed that too. I also reached out to him but haven’t heard anything back yet.
No correspondence with me either. Hope he’s alright. We all need some more Johno.
I did a name search in Australia and came up with a lot of what Johno’s name I have in my email folder, nothing came up. I will give this some search. Of course we didn’t know him much. Only thing, and I am not sure that he lived in Queensland. I email conversed with him, but nothing of real substance and when I curved the conversation back to any personal information really never gave me a straight answer.
Really? I don’t recall. Straight info from me is that I am a crippled old fart, too crook to get a job, even to waste people’s time applying for one, or I’d do so and work through the pain.
I spent enough decades doing just that, but eventually you just can’t hide things when you get old enough, so I exist on a Centrelink disability benefit. Strewth, it’s hard to get, and to keep, if you’re an Aussie that is.
I see immigrants driving cars that I couldn’t afford even if I was earning a fair wage, and living in the sort of houses that I wouldn’t ever be able to afford, unless I won a big lottery.
I’ve considered wading across the Rio Grande and claiming asylum, but your 3-letter agencies make me awfully nervous.
Sheeeit, they are the ones helping people cross
We have critters like that in America, but they go under the general heading of Road Pizza. Too numerous to mention, sorry.
I tend not to worry about spiders, consider a Huntsman spider in the house as nature’s bug eradicator. The tiny black house spider is another story (a creature that adapted well to modern houses because it loves to build tiny funnel-shaped webs in the top corners of a room, mostly biting women doing their housework, so not at my place), one bit me on my hand when I didn’t notice it on a fallen coconut frond that I picked up. The necrotic venom gave me much grief for many weeks, 24 hours of the day, no letup.
The infamous Sydney funnel-web spider is an enigma, only the male being a lethal threat during it’s wandering at mating season, so far as I know the last fatality that of a toddler on a Sydney beach back in the Eighties. It’s venom is only fatal to humans, and presumably other primates, dogs for example only responding to the nip from it’s powerful fangs. But what was that venom developed for, you must wonder: during it’s evolution there existed no bipedal threats to it’s existence on this continent, nor does it seemingly affect any existing native animal that would prey on it, the main defence being it’s size and aggressive nature when aroused, and generally reclusive nature.
Science and medicine stand to gain much from research into the properties of different spider’s venom, and textile and construction industry from research into spider silk and it’s incredible tensile strength.
The golden orb weaver generally is no problem to humans, only to small birds and insects blundering into their massive and intricate webs, often strung between trees and housing many spiders. I say generally: one dark night a pair of black intruders snuck through my yard until they blundered into the huge web system that supported about a dozen large orb weavers. Judging by the shrill shrieks that emerged from my backyard in the early morning, those spiders didn’t take kindly to the intruders damaging their web, which was repaired by the next night. Aborigines tend to be culturally fearful of snakes and spiders, especially urban blacks that wouldn’t encounter them generally.