An accurate portrait of our lives:

"Yes, but when they say 'a shot and a brew', I'm not sure they're talking about cointreau on ice and a pint of Little Creatures."

Fuck this game.

I've taken a very stand-offish approach to AFL since my arrival in this crazy state - well, to be accurate, I've taken a stand-off-and-laugh-ish approach. I find the whole game hilarious, and have been satisfied to mock widely without bias or affiliation.

This year, Afny decided I should support the Western Bulldogs. His reasons were numerous and well thought out. I capitulated, and my reason was shallow and called Jordan McMahon, the prettiest man to pull a footy jumper over his luscious, tousled locks this season.

And now, apparently, Jordie's going to Richmond. I can't possibly support Richmond. They're Richmond. Why couldn't he have gone to Port? I'd already promised an amiable and rather tipsy chap on the street that I would support Port for the grand final. Actually, stuff that, why couldn't he have stayed at the Bulldogs? He's so pretty in the white strip.

Whaddya mean, I'm not getting into the spirit of the game?

To be more comprehensive, Afny's reasons didn't really hold up this season either. The exciting, fast midfield and style of play that he'd pimped at me were, indeed, quite enjoyable to watch, but they kept floundering at the fifty and being unable to convert possession to actual marks, let alone goals. They may, at the outset, have looked like a possibility for the flag, but we failed to make the eight. They do still have Akermanis, the most deliciously reviled man in AFL, but I'm really not sure that's enough to make me stick around for another season.

Life was so much easier when I could just mock.

It's no real secret that I am endlessly enchanted by the power of random. I like things that make you wonder, or laugh in the street, or shake your head. I like deviations from the mundane. (See also costumed conga lines through Myers, and the lads in the line in front of me at the supermarket last night, flicking through Cosmo and talking about how Giselle Bundchen was their ex-girlfriend.)

This, as Afny said when he sent me the link, is my kind of weird. It's delightful and charming and possessed of that university-student mentality, wherein the effect achieved is worth excessive effort expended.

I'm just dreading it being some sort of marketing ploy, because sometimes it seems it's only the advertising executives of multi-nationals who have the creativity to pull this shit any more. And that is the saddest thing of all.