Nothing in this blog can be believed. If you think that anything in this blog is true or factual, you'll need to verify it from another source. Do you understand? No? Then read it again, and repeat this process, until you understand that you cannot sue me for anything you read here. Also, having been sucked into taking part in the mass-murder of more than 3 million Vietnamese people on behalf of U.S. Big Business "interests", I'm as mad as a cut snake (and broke) so it might be a bit silly to try to sue me anyway...

Friday, November 24, 2006

the monster...



This is a picture of the monster taken two days ago. It was then just five kilometers north of our place, travelling east, pushed along by strong hot westerly winds. Since then, the weather has become cooler and calmer and the monster is resting just north of here. If we get strong, hot northerly winds, the monster will charge straight at us.

But we're ready with a 9000 litre rainwater tank and a 6.5hp fire pump.

Bring it ON !!!!

14 Comments:

Blogger DS said...

If it does come your way, don't be a hero; just get the hell outta there!

November 24, 2006 1:40 PM  
Blogger Gerry said...

Nice theory, DS. Philosophically speaking...

On that note, I was talking to a mate today who lives not too far away, whose philosophy is much like yours, i.e his posture is, he's adequately insured, both for the cost of re-building and the cost of the contents of the home, and so he will just walk away if the fire hits. I almost suspect this is what he's hoping for.

I am on a different tack. I love a good fight (as long as it's one of my own choosing). I feel I've got enough ammo to beat this bastard. I've assessed the tactical picture and I think I can whop his arse (ass). I'm an adrenalin junkie. I'm staying. My partner can leave, but I'm staying.

Let the good times roll...

Worst case, I get a free ticket off this fucked-out planet of the wankers.

I call that a win-win situation....

November 25, 2006 12:00 AM  
Blogger DS said...

Best of luck whatever you decide.

November 25, 2006 11:21 PM  
Blogger Davo said...

(Sunday 7am CADST)
Best wishes Gerry, but am selfish enough to sort of wish that you do NOT go out "in a Blaze of Glory" .. so to speak.

November 26, 2006 7:25 AM  
Blogger Screen Hub said...

The theory says you can win if you fight. I believe the theory. Can I stay cool enough in those situations to use the theory?

This is the only time I don't regret selling up in the bush. Sooner or later, the town will go.

- barista

November 26, 2006 1:35 PM  
Blogger JahTeh said...

Good thing you've given up the grog otherwise you'd spontaneously combust.

Dumb bear, don't you know you're an endangered species.

November 26, 2006 2:39 PM  
Blogger Gerry said...

The bastard's still dormant, or worse, has been put out. I mean, after getting my anxiety factor up, and getting me to prepare our place for an onslaught of fire, it seems a big anti-climax to just pack away the fire hose and the pump. feel cheated.

And yes, Dave, they reckon that if you stay with the house you stand a ten times better chance of saving it than if you cut and run (now where have I heard that phrase before...) I've picked the brains of quite a few fire fighters and I feel I can deal with it. Ironically, I seem to come into my own in a crisis. As long as I don't have to deal with fuckwits!!!

November 27, 2006 12:30 AM  
Blogger Kurt Reply said...

Gerry, glad you are safe and that you didn't lose anything.
See, during this time you had a distinct sense of purpose, which seems to be one of the most important things we humans find necessary in whatever we do. Your attention was directed to something that needed to be done.
I am not well-versed in psychology, but you might consider directing that same newfound energy to another cause now that the fires are gone. I've always found great solace and satisfaction in building things that need building. I am not very good at the craft, but if I were, I would consider buying a fixer-upper house nearby and reselling for more money it once it's been improved.

November 27, 2006 2:45 AM  
Blogger BigBob said...

Bah, that fire knew it had to come up against you and just gave up!

Kurt - there aint no such thing as an affordable doer-upper within 500 km of any capital city in Australia.

Even down in Tasmania, prices are obscene.

November 27, 2006 3:54 PM  
Blogger Gerry said...

Ah Kurt... Bless your soul... :-) But it was not so much a purpose I found as a THREAT. I react instinctively to threats (or perceived threats). They tell me it was the brilliant army training. Threat=attack. End of story. It's a piece of conditioning which is still very much in my system.

BigBob, good to see you're still cruising the blogosphere.

An another thing about getting a "fixer upper"; it would require getting back into debt. With the Mother Of All Depressions looming, only an idiot would enter into a morgage at this time. At least that's my take on things and that's what I live my life by.

November 27, 2006 10:05 PM  
Blogger GreenSmile said...

Jeez. That fire better just pack its bags and get outta town while the gettin is good. A damp ember under Gerry's foot is a nasty way to end a swath of destruction. Love yer spirit Gerry.

November 28, 2006 2:50 AM  
Blogger BigBob said...

Still cruising - just not very active.

Too much bad stuff out there to be in here all the time, if you know what I mean!

November 28, 2006 2:18 PM  
Blogger Gerry said...

GS, the fire seems to be minding its own business for the time being. I'm well aware that should it come and I stay to fight the mongrel, that I might come to regret my bravado, but hey, this is something I gotta do. I would never be able to live with myslef if I didn't and the house burnt down. I know, there's the insurance, but the hassles of rebuilding would see me permanently committed into a nut farm. Dealing with and keeping an eye on the builder when we had this house built nearly drove me nuts. They're all crooks.

BigBob, hope you bump into less bad stuff soon.

November 29, 2006 2:59 AM  
Blogger DS said...

I knew you wouldn't leave; it was just my way of saying we'd miss you (ya old fart)!

November 29, 2006 11:59 AM  

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