Friday, June 30, 2006

From the second last row of the theatre...

... From the second to last row of the Harvest Rain Theatre.

T: Look at that piano! That's one hell of a big piano for such a small stage.

Me: I know, and they've got a trumpet, and a clarinet, and an oboe. Ooh, and a picolo! How cute!

*orchestra starts to warm up*

T: I was in the band in school, did I ever tell you that?

Me: Really? Me too! What did you play?

T: The click-clack.

Me: The ... huh?

T: You know, the click-clack! That round bit of wood on a stick that you hit and it went click, clack, click, clack.

Me: I see ... it wouldn't have happened to be the percussion band, would it?

T: Yeah, how'd you know? I was pretty good too, I even worked out how to do the click, clack, clickclick, clack.

Me: So were you first click-clack or second click-clack?

T: Shut up! I was brilliant!

Me: I'm sure you were. Best click-clack player around.

T: Damned straight! So, what did you play?

Me: (blandly) Second clarinet.

T: Oh, well don't feel too bad. Not everyone can play the click-clack.

Me: I'll try not to let it make me bitter...
Thursday, June 29, 2006

Here's the keys, rent's due first of the month...

Well kiddies, I'd like you all to give my very first Blog Explosion tennant, "I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl", a nice warm welcome. Here's what she has to say about herself.

I'm a wife and a Mom of two little boys. At times I can be funny,
cynical, sarcastic, or shall I say "temporarily insane" to cope with the daily
"joie de vivre." I also own my own business -- IntimatePirsuits.com.

BEWARE! This blog contains horrible writing, grammatical errors and
nonsensical information!

So go on over and say howdy! You'll find the link on the right hand side. I told her you would, and you wouldn't want to make a liar of me, would you?
Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Would you really stop them...


... I was reading SIL's diary the other day and she was talking about the latest shenanigans with the whole gay marriage "sure they can ... wait a second, no they can't" situation. Can you believe it? It's bad enough that's it's taken so long for gay marriage to be allowed, but to then just stomp on it is unforgiveable!

I just don't get it. Why, exactly, can't a gay couple get married? I suppose I can understand why they can't get married in a church, if you want to belong to a church then you have to follow THEIR rules. But that shouldn't stop them from legally getting married! It's descrimination, plain and simple.

I'm just not sure why the conservative right wing is so threatened by the idea of gay marriage! It doesn't affect them directly, but they continue to act like the world's going to come to a grinding halt if two people of the same gender publically declare themselves a couple and are recognised by law!

I've got quite a few gay friends who are in serious long-term relationships and who no doubt despair of EVER being able to get married. I know some people will say "Does it really make a difference? If they're really dedicated to each other, they don't need a piece of paper to say that". And maybe that's true, but it's not the point. They shouldn't be allowed to get married because they "need" it, they should be allowed to get married because they deserve the same rights, respect and consideration of every other couple in Australia.

So, Mr Ruddock, stick that on your needle and knit it...
Tuesday, June 27, 2006

TV censorship...

... Everyone's up in arms this morning about the fact that Channel 10 have pulled their "Big Brother: Adults Only" (otherwise known as the Benny Hill Memorial Hour) episode from the Monday night timeslot. I've heard people talking about it, it's been all over the radio. It seems like everyone has an opinion on the matter. And of course, not wanting to be left out, I decided that I should air my own.

Just a little explanation for those who aren't familiar with it. BB Adults Only is a once a week show where they air the bits that are too racey for the regular 7pm timeslot. You get a lot of stories about old conquests, a lot of graphic descriptions of ways and means, and a lot of "obligatory nudie runs" from the guys. Essentially, it's a peek inside a house full of 20 somethings talking openly and completely unscripted about stuff that, if we're honest, we ALL talk about with our friends. It's absolutely not for the kids, but it's hardly the worst think on TV at the moment. Maybe the most honest thing ... but not the worst.

Personally, it makes very little difference to me whether they show it or not. I gave up watching it a long time ago when I realised that the content was pointless and the cheap thrills offered were neither cheap nor thrilling enough to hold my attention. Of course, if that was a guideline for what we remove from TV, I can think of at least a dozen other shows that will have to be chopped immediately. coughTheOCcough

One of the girls who'd called into the radio made an interesting point though. Apparently the government can say we're not allowed to watch a bunch of 20 somethings talking about and doing things that ALL 20 somethings talk about and do, but we HAVE to watch those horrendous car smash ads where some poor woman get bowled over by Mr Guynextdoor on the way to buy a new gas tank for the barbie! And don't even get me started on the anti-smoking gee-that-girls-got-one-hell-of-a-case-of-gangrene commercials!

I guess what it comes down to is that I didn't particularly want to watch Adults Only ... but I resent the fact that the government thinks they have the right to tell me that I can't. What makes them think they can censor things just because THEY don't like it? It may not be refined or innocent, but at least it's real. Unfortunately, the government loke to think that they get to choose what is and isn't seen as real. See, THIS is why we should all fight as hard as we can to make sure they never get their grubby mits on the internet...
Sunday, June 25, 2006

Cleaning and finance...

... I had so many lovely plans for this weekend. I was going to mop the floors, and scrub the bathroom, and do all the linens (including the futon covers) and basically clean all the things one is supposed to clean on a weekly basis but which I never seem to get around to. Okay, so maybe "lovely plans"should be replaced with "hideous, gut wrenching chores the likes of which will make you want to gouge your own eyes out to avoid having to do them", but you see what I mean.

As it is, it's now the middle of Sunday and the only bit of that little itinerary I've managed to get off my tuchus and take care of is the linens. Oh, they're all sweet smelling and nicely folded in the linen cupboard, but is my bathroom sparkling like a diamond in the morning sun? No! Is my kitchen floor so impregnated with Domestos that I could perform open heart surgery on it? No!

I do have the rest of today, I suppose I could get the rest of it done now, but I'm still facing the same problem I've been trying to overcome all weekend ... chronic apathy.

Meh, I'm sure cleanliness is overrated anyway.

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Well, End of Financial Year is only a week away, and in true Financial Department fashion, my team at work have all gone off the deep end. Actually, to be completely honest we've been pretty good up until now. At least, comparatively speaking.

Normally we're panicking for a solid three weeks before the big date, and the panic always spreads over a couple of weeks after the fact. This year though we managed to keep so on top of things that we didn't even need to panic until Friday (which one deadline number one: getting stuff for accounts payable in to our Corprorate department), and even then the panic was mostly for show.

Of course, next week could be hell on earth (and it probably will be, now that I've jinxed us all), but I'm choosing to be optimistic. We're prepared, all our receipt batches, payment vouchers and cash journals are ready, and we've even managed to reconcile the ledgers down to the very last discrepancy. Go us!

Actually, most of the panic seems to be coming from the OTHER departments, all of whom have suddenly realised that it's End of Financial Year and are suddenly coming up with questions like "Um ... I've got to buy this (insert expensive/complicated device here) and I just heard from the supplier that we won't get it until next month, but we've budgeted for it this month. Can we just go ahead and pay it anyway?"

The intricasies of finance seem to escape them, little things like ... oh I don't know .... ONLY PAYING FOR SOMETHING WHEN YOU'VE RECEIVED IT!!! It's one of the golden rules of governmental purchasing!

Personally, I really don't give a rats patootie whether they put their necks on the block or not by signing to say that the goods have been received when they haven't, but you just KNOW that if something goes wrong, they'll be right back down there pushing the blame back at you quicker than you can blink...
Saturday, June 24, 2006

It's all about me, baby...



And they said I'd never make it...
Friday, June 23, 2006

The rise of WWW...

... Someone sent me this today and I thought it was so clever I'd share.

The Rise of the www : how it all began

In ancient Israel, it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot. And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she had been called Amazon Dot Com.

She said unto Abraham, her husband, “Why doth thou travel far from town to town with thy goods when thou canst trade without ever leaving your tent?” And Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said, “How, Dear?” And Dot replied, “I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send messages saying that you have goods for sale and they will reply telling you who hath the best price. And the sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah’s Pony Stable (UPS).”

Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums. The drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price without ever moving from his tent. But this success did arouse envy. A man named Maccabia did secret himself inside Abraham’s drum and was accused of insider trading. And the young men did take to Dot Com’s trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung. They were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Siderites, or NERDS for short. And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums, that no one noticed that the real riches were going to the drum maker, one Brother William of Gates, who bought up every drum company in the land. And indeed did insist on making drums that would work only with Brother Gates’ drumheads and drumsticks.

And Dot did say, “Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others.” And as Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekial, or as it came to be known, “eBay”, he said, “we need a name that reflects what we are”, and Dot replied, “Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators”. “YAHOO”, said Abraham.

And that is how it all began...

Surveylicious...

... Here's a fun little survey I found on another diary. It's certainly more original than the usual ones.

1) My uncle once: let me squirt him with a fake water squirting camera. Of course he pretended he didn't know, but the ruddy thing was plastic and as obvious as get out.
2) Never in my life: have I gone base jumping, and never in my life will I. Have you seen those lycra suits they squeeze them into? Hideous!
3) When I was five: all the photos taken of me show me with two pigtails. I'm not sure why, perhaps my mother thought that was the best look for me.
4) High School was: a better experience for me than for a lot of other people I talk to. I mean it was no reason for a rousing chorus of Knees Up Mother Brown, but it could have been a lot worse.
5) I will never forget: my savings card pin number. It's branded on my memory.
6) I once met: an old guy in the nursing home I worked for who'd been a millionaire when he was younger. He'd given it all away to charity, and then when he got sick he had no money left and had to go into the charity funded home. Funny thing was, he didn't seem to regret giving the money away.
7) Once upon a time: is a seriously overrated story beginning.
8) Once, at a bar: I drank something that one of the guys handed me that, even though I didn't know it, had tobasco sause in it. First I swallowed, then I spluttered, then I punched him in the arm.
9) By noon I’m usually: Dying to get out of the office for half an hour or so and go across the road to the pub where "Everyone knows your name".
10) Last night: my cat decided that it was my sole purpose in life to scratch her tummy, even if I wanted to get onto the net.
11) If I only had: a brain
12) Next time I go to church, I: will probably be attending a christening, wedding or funeral.
13) Terry Schiavo: would probably have been horrified by the news coverage and everyone feeling like they had a right to her personal stuff. I know I would be.
14) What worries me most: changes from day to day, and sometimes from hour to hour. There's usually no real reason behind it, I just go into a "worry spiral" and have to wait it out.
15) When I turn my head left, I see: my dammit doll hanging from my pinboard by a ribbon that's tied to look like a noose. It's a rather unfortunate choice of storage, actually, given that the dammit doll looks a bit like one of those old fashioned gollywogs.
16) When I turn my head right, I see: the crystal ball that my parents gave me a few years back. I call it my "pet crystal".
17) You know I’m lying when: I bite the side of my mouth to try to stop laughing.
18) What I miss most about the eighties: is those really great Go-Go shirts! I loved those things! Ooh, and fluro socks!
19) If I was a character written by Shakespeare: I'd want to be in one of his comedies. All his tragedy heroines end up dead.
20) By this time next year: a whole 365 days will have gone by.
21) A better name for me would be: the artist formerly known as Kelstar
22) I have a hard time understanding: why anyone actually voted for our Prime Minister. The idiot's on his way out for sure, but he's already caused so much trouble they'll be doing damage control for years after.
23) If I ever go back to school I’ll study: this course in paranormal investigation I read about. It sounds like a gas!
24) You know I like you if: I smile at you with my teeth showing.
25) If I won an award, the first person I’d thank would be: the person who handed me the award. It's only polite, after all.
26) Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens & Geraldine Ferraro: walked into a bar...
27) Take my advice, never: try to stain furniture on the kitchen lino only using an old bedsheet as a drop cloth.
28) My ideal breakfast is: eggs benedict served on the balcony of a villa in Tuscany
29) A song I love, but do not have is: "The Day You Went Away" by Wendy Matthews. It always makes me cry.
30) If you visit my hometown, I suggest: you DON'T go to Australia Zoo to see Steve Irwin. Please, don't encourage him.
31) Tulips, character flaws, microchips & track stars: all have very little in common.
32) Why won’t anyone: acknowledge the fact that I'm the centre of the universe? You'd all be a lot happier if you just accepted my superiority.
33) If you spend the night at my house: you'll be sleeping on my futon in the loungeroom which you'll have to share with the cat. Actually, the cat will be sharing with you seeing as she was there first. That is, of course, unless you're spending the night in my room ;D.
34) I’d stop my wedding: only for the most dire of situations, like a death in the family or a bad hair day.
35) The world could do without: John Laws. He wouldn't be missed at all.
36) I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: it's backside.
37) My favorite blonde is: a great title for a movie. Oh wait, they made one called that, didn't they!
38) Paper clips are more useful than: most people give them credit for. For example, you can heat up the end of one after you've unbent it and use it to burn a hole through your smashed toenail to release the pressure. There will be blood and gore, but all good things come at a price.
39) If I do anything well, it’s: usually a big surprise to all around me.
40) And by the way: if you're driving behind me and I'm going the speed limit, I'm not going to go any faster just because you're sitting on my tail. In fact, I might just put on the brakes and give you a scare.
Thursday, June 22, 2006

Avon calling...

... I must confess I had a bit of a giggle this morning when I was reading over the comments I got from yesterday's entry. I guess it comes as a bit of a surprise at times that I'm actually on the other side of the planet than most of you. Yep, I'm a ... (insert ominous music here) ... southern hemispherite!!!

I suppose it's understandable, there's really not that many inhabited places below the equator, and not all of them are english speaking. Compare it to the whopping lot of people in the northern hemisphere and it really does make us look like a one horse town. Actually, why are there so many of you? Is your television broken? Have you no self control?

But truth be told I don't think things here are that different to how they are in your neck of the woods. I mean sure, the water DOES revolve the other way when you flush the toilet, and yes we DO spend Christmas day trying to not die of heat exhaustion, but other than that it's pretty much the same.

**********

I discovered something about myself this morning. When I let C, our friendly office Avon Lady, into the building, my heart began to race with the thought that she might have got the new Avon specials brochure. Yep, I think I'm becoming an Avon addict.

"Hi my name is Kelstar, and I'm an Avon addict. It's been four days since my last purchase and I knew I'd reached rock bottom when I found myself sorting my lip glosses at 4am."

It's just that the specials are all so cheap! I can spend ten dollars and end up with a lip gloss, an eyebrow pencil, a bottle of nail polish, a tube of hand cream, and a costume jewellry ring. How can you not like value for money like that?

I now have a whole drawer in my bathroom dedicated to my Avon purchases. My hair de-frizzer which works better than any other de-frizzer I've ever used. My face mask which removes dirt I didn't even know was there and leaves my face looking all shiny and fresh. My lavendar hand lotion that's got little silver sparkles in it and makes my hands all silvery.

I know, I'm such a girl...
Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Shortest day of the year...

... Happy Winter Solstice everyone! Yep, it's the shortest day of the year, made very evident by the fact that it's only quarter past five and it's already dark outside. Personally, I rather like the fact that it gets darker earlier. You've no idea what a relief it is that the sun isn't in my eyes when I'm driving home in the afternoons!

I wasn't sure what to do this evening. I normally like to do something, even if it's just solitary work. I could have gone to a meditation circle, or perhaps to one of the various group events that are always happening on the Sabbats and Esbats. I could have even gone to the community garden over Wilston way where they always celebrate with a bonfire and an all you can eat feast made completely of things they grow themselves. In the end, though, I've succumbed to a combination of cold weather and general laziness.

I've decided to celebrate the Solstice not with the naked frolicking that SP suggested as I was leaving work today, but by rugging up in my warmest jammies and dressing gown and gloating over a nice big bowl of hot chocolate. Maybe it's not very traditional or spiritual, but it's what I feel like at the moment. Besides, naked frolicking in the middle of winter? I honestly don't know where SP gets his ideas about Paganism!

You know what i'd love to do though? I'd love to go to Stonehenge for Winter Solstice.

I know, Winter Solstice is in December in the Northern Hemisphere, not in June, but you know what I mean. There's just something about the idea that I find enthralling. Traipsing out there in the early hours of the morn to watch as the sun comes up through the stones. I'm sure it'd be absolutely freezing in a way that no Queenslander could ever really understand, but I've no doubt it'd be worth it.

I suppose it is a bit trite, kind of like going to Salem when you go to America, but what can I say. I'm a sucker for that sort of thing...
Monday, June 19, 2006

On this site in 1875...


... My next door neighbour came over to me all excited this evening, saying that she'd found something in our front yard. You see, the fibro shack is a duplex, so NDN and I share a large ... I guess you'd call it a gully ... in front and a nice broad verandah out back. I know that with some people it'd be intolerable, but NDN is a lovely person, definitely one of the better neighbours I've had, so we seem to muddle along okay in such close quarters.

But back to the story, she came over all excited saying that she'd found something in the yard that had obviously been uncovered when the gardeners had cleaned out all the overgrown scrub. I knew they were coming because the landlady had told me, but I have to confess I had no idea just how overgrown all those chinese elms were until they were gone. And don't even get me STARTED on the bromiliad patch from hell!

So she drags me out the front and gestures to a plaque set against a part of the garden wall that had been covered up until now.

Poor dear, I had to break it to her that it wasn't anything important. In fact, it was actually something I'd found at the markets earlier this morning and it tickled my fancy so much I bought it and put it in the garden myself. English isn't her first language, so I guess she didn't really get the joke.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Scrapbooking is the new black...

... I do so love a booksale, so I was surprised to realise that I only went tot he Lifeline Bookfest once this weekend. Saturday was a washout after I slept through the alarm and realised when I finally did get up that there wouldn't be any parking spots left. Sunday was spent with the parents, so that only left Monday (a public holiday) for book fondling.

When I got in there though I must admit I was a bit disappointed with the unpriced section. They obviously hadn't bothered to restock in there. The Priced lot were all crammed full, so I suppose they thought that their priority was there. I did the unpriced section over thoroughly, because that's where you find the best deals, but I only came away with four books from in there.

In the priced section however I managed to find about a dozen I wanted, so it wasn't a complete washout. I even bought the nattiest little copy of "The Communist Manifest" by Karl Marx for fifty cents. I love it when you find something interesting like that.

Of course, I'm really only in it for the final day "fill a bag for five dollars" frenzy. You KNOW I'll be standing in line on Saturday with a fist full of plastic bags and a s$#t eating grin on my face. That'll be where I bring down the per book price from Monday's purchases.

I did see the funniest thing there though. While I was waiting for the doors to open, indulging in a bottle of Diet Coke, I watched as two extremely gothic looking people came into the complex. Black clothes, black hair, pale skin, extreme eye makeup, they were the stereotypical goths. Fair enough, I thought, these booksales tend to draw all kinds. After all, everyone loves cheap books.

But then they kept walking, right on past the doors to the bookfest and to the next convention room ... where they were holding the Annual Scrapbooker's Convention! I couldn't believe it, they were actually going into the scrapbooking show!

I guess it's true then, scrapbooking IS the new black...
Monday, June 12, 2006

A little too friendly...

... I think the following conversation, which occurred at a surprise party that T held for B last night, shows you just how well my friends and I know each other. A little TOO well, I think you'll agree.

Me: So, when are they supposed to get here?
KS: Around eight thirty, I think.
J: I hope they hurry up, it's starting to rain. Oh look, T's left some laundry out on the line! Should we go bring it in for him?
K: I don't now about you, but I'm not in any rush to go muck about with T's undies.
Me: Huh, you know, I think I actually recognise every single pair of those underpants. T must have worn them all during a cocktail party.
J: And we all know that at SOME point during a cocktail party T's pants are going to come off.
Me: (giggling) And sometimes the underpants too. Remember that photo?
KS: Yep, and now I'm scarred for life.
K: My god! Doesn't he ever buy any new underwear?
KS: What makes you say that?
K: Because I recognise them all too ... and I haven't been to a cocktail party in almost three years!
All: Ohhh...
Me: Do you think perhaps we know each other a little TOO well?
J: Just catching on now, are you...
Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Bookfest again...

... I'm very excied! Oh yes, it's that time of year again, the time where I get up at some ridiculous hour of the morning on a Saturday and drag myself out to South BrisVegas so I can be one of the first through the doors at the Lifeline Bookfest!

I suppose this means I'll have to rearrange my bookshelves again though. Last time I went I ended up having to take everything off all three cases and resort them all into some sort of order. You'd think it'd be a simple thing for someone who works in a library, but it's at times like that you really appreciate spine labels.

Still, with any luck I'll be able to add a few more bits and pieces to my "literature and classics" selection, which was one of the worst hit with the whole "Internet Bookstore" idea. Sure it was a success and I sold plenty of books, but towards the end it was getting to a point where I wasn't distinguishing between my own stuff and the stuff I was selling. Pretty much anything went up on the auction site if I thought it'd draw buyers. To this day I still regret selling my early edition Little Lord Fauntleroy.

But slowly I'm rebuilding, and soon it'll be back to it's former glory. I'll have to remember to write up a list of what I do and don't have though, so I don't double up again. If I remember correctly, after the last lifeline bookfest I ended up with two copies each of "A Room With a View", "Mill On The Floss" and "Pride and Prejudice". Of course, you can never have too many copies of "Pride and Prejudice", but it still seems silly that I'm buying dupicates without even realising it.

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Well the news has finally been passed on and we were told this week who got the jobs that were up for grabs here at the library. It was always going to be a bad end result, what with there being twice as many people up for them as there were positions, and we all knew that meant that half of those people would have to leave at the end of the month when their contracts ran out.

But I don't think I quite expected the sheer volume of fury that it'd create. I've had people coming up to me all week long asking me what I think, telling me how THEY think the whole thing is disgraceful, and then expecting me to agree. Well, I do think it's sad. Some of the people who didn't get renewed were friends. But even so, I can't really get ANGRY at the library for it.
After all, those positions don't really exist. They were on contracts, contracts that run out at the end of the month. It's horrible and sad, but it's not exactly anyone's fault. The fact is, there were only so many positions and there were too many potentials to fill them.

But when I say that to people who ask my opinion, they look at me like I betrayed them or something! I guess I can see that they're angry, and with any organisation there's bound to be a certain amount of "Us and Them", but at the end of the day I honestly don't think that anything wrong was done.

Maybe it's because I work in finance, and I get to see how things are set out. I get to see them setting up the budgets, working out the salaries, squeezing and stretching every dollar in every department to make it work and still knowing that it doesn't quite cover what they'll need. I suppose when I see that, it's hard for me to believe that the library should be obligated to keep everyone on even when their contract's up and they don't have the money for it.

Of course, it's possible I'd feel differently if I was one of those casuals...
Saturday, June 03, 2006

A trivial pursuit...

... So we eventually did go to trivia night at the pub. It ended up just being J, S, K and myself, seeing as T had a play to go to and both B and KS decided not to go. Four's not such a bad number, but the full compliment would have been better. We especially missed T. That boy know's more about eighties music and movie trivia than anyone else I've ever met!

As it turned out there was around five teams playing ... and we most certainly did NOT get a spot in the winning lineup. QUITE the blow to our fragile little egos, let me tell you. Still, we only lost by a point or two, and most of the teams were within a few points of each other, so it's easer to tell ourselves that it was simply bad luck. And we honestly did meditate over a few of the answers but ended up choosing the wrong one.

Here's a few things we learnt the hard way.

  • Buddah has more statues than Jesus

  • Chickens are the most common type of livestock, not sheep

  • The most popular phobia in the world is a fear of spiders, not a fear of heights

  • A group of gorillas is called a band, not a clan

  • Absolutely NONE of us know anything about sports or sporting trivia

But even though we didn't do quite as well as we'd hoped, we all had a good time. The others all said they'd like to go back again at some point but with the whole group. Sounds like a good idea to me, with things like that you have a better chance of winnning with more people. What we've really got to find though is someone who knows about sports. We only got three out of the ten questions in the sporting category right. Well seriously, how are we supposed to know who coached the Australian soccer team in 1974? We weren't even born in 1974!

I hope we end up going again. I've missed trivia...