So... I did stuff since Wednesday. Really, I did. I just didn't blog about it because, you know, there's life beyond blogs.

Actually, I just couldn't be arsed. I hate to be predictable, but there it is.

The big news is that my aunt and uncle came down from Brisbane to visit Melbourne, and me on the way. It's lovely to see them, even though I'm reminded that my mother's family are all quite mad and manic (so that explains where I get it from). We had coffee. Lots of it. Real coffee too, not bilgewater, because with three people I can definitely use the stovetop. We went out to dinner.

Aaaand, we went to the footy! Rah! Essendon vs. Melbourne at the 'G on Saturday. The Male cheers for Essendon. His father cheers for Melbourne. Me and the rellies, sitting in the middle, didn't cheer for anyone (except maybe Brisbane, if we're allowed, which we usually aren't because apparently just being from Queensland isn't a good enough reason) but just sat there and laughed our heads off at the game, but especially at the crowd.

Two rows behind me was a guy with a voice they can hear in Nebraska. "You're useless, Nietz!" he screamed. "Can't kick, can't run, can't bloody pick the ball up!"

"Who do you think he barracks for?" we wondered. Eventually we decided he was a Melbourne fan, riddled with frustration. (For the record, Nietz had a terrible game because the Essendon defender was all over him. He barely got a hand to the ball.)

"Put 'em out of their misery!" he screamed. "Take it off 'em. They don't bloody want it!"

"Oh, they do," the Male's father whimpered, watching his team fall over.

In the second half, the screamer was gone. "Probably gone to lie in wait for Nietz," the droll fellow behind us commented.

"He'll be perfectly mild-mannered in church tomorrow," his mate declared.