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In fact, these fundamental aspects of human existence go totally unencucumbered in our blissful domain.

A fart means nought to me. It is part of life, like drinking cammomile: my wife and I are world champions. We also vie for number one in the world champion snoring steaks. ( sic) .

Yes, indeed. And Butler strikes Hibberd, another fine. What total utter biased fullkrap. Christian is a biased autocrat - an Oligarch- who needs to be dethroned.

Farts mean nothing to me: I am a profound flatulater, and so is my wife.

Yes: this is trypical Romsey repartee: I went to school with Romsey boys, they were all uncouth, one was even a Templar!!!

6: Petracc 5: Oliver 4: Viney 3: Rivers 2: Neale Bullen 1: Brayshaw. Honorable mention to Petty.

What does that mean: is it to do with Egregious????

You are so Tankanterous tonight. Have you drunk three bad bottles in a row?

Quite agree. I write great short stories now. And you? What were you doing in 1971?

No drugs: just a temporary memory loss: I have had 93 jobs, after all, hated 89 of them. Then again, reading Camus and Dostoevsky after I'd cleaned the dunnies, being paid to sit out till 9PM..... Yep, Elizabeth street, Bourke St corner, I was there when it flooded in 1971 or so, had walked down through the rain from Alcoa's Head Office, corner Bourke and Williams, title Accounts Clerk, to watch the streets being 'swept away'. I was a great poet in them days....

It's his first contribution for the year...Keep him back, always great there.

Benjamin Button - a cultured demon. Good yo make your acquaintance.

I failed to mention Moodie worked at the St Albans branch of the State Bank - humble beginnings - then again, I can better that, I cleaned the dunnies at the State Bank Head Office, corner Swanston and Bourke, when my first wife left me - and my girlfriend lived in Albion, round the corner from where I lived. Her dad once asked my mum if she wanted to see ths lights of Keilor from the top of the southern hill overlooking the main drag. My mother took me along to ride shot gun...

St Albans is a horrid place. My first 'girlfriend', Wendy, and I broke up because she confessed she was in love with Don Moodie who played in a band called The Groop. She nearly killed me.

Glad you mentioned that: I noticed it as well and felt proud of both of them.

I agree: the real meaning of Cognitive Dissonance is a mind enclosed and moated by its superstitions, values, and beliefs, beliefs usually instilled from the onset of consciousness. In other words, if you are brought up to believe, just say, that there is a Holy Trinity, then, only intelligent people question this possibility. In other words, its an academic term for a very closed mind.

Yes, Academic Incest. Life is not a pendulum: it's a matter of consciousness and using your the senses and intuition and experience to help you navigate though life. It's like the term 'Cognitive Dissonance' which is an academic term which refers to people who will never change their minds, no matter what evidence is presented...

Some Biblical character: to do with Apples and snakes, I believe...

If they were bloody well serious about concussion, how come Fogarty didn't get a month???

Goodwin's proposition that if this is upheld, it would change the nature of the game - an insight shared by a lot of ex- and current players, is a profound one. It would reduce the game to something like netball with an oval ball....

Surely they're al brown by now, not fit for anything but compost or banana cake - same thing.

Oh no: the bananas are back!

Bartels on Footy Classified:

What hasn't been mentioned is that no Suns player remonstrated with Van R. Ellis was standing beside them as they fell and he immediately ran upfield, assuming a free would be paid...In other words, he was ten meters away and saw nothing untoward and assumed a free kick would be paid, end of matter...

He'll certainly stay on our radar now...