Thought of the week: Vale Aker. The man with the ugliest legs in footy since Brad Hardy. Shoulda been put back in the toolshed a couple of years back really I reckon.

DAY ONE: The SET UP.
I finally got around to setting up the psychic experiment with Roy the case moth yesterday.
I located Roy in a nice quiet spot round the side of the house, stuck up little flags with the opposing team names to his left and right and sat back in my observation hide. After 10 minutes of non-activity I got cold and went inside, figuring case moths probably prefer to do their psychic work alone and unobserved (well otherwise they probably would walk around wearing those funny little cocoons).
I'm chomping at the bit to head home after work to see what Roy reckons. I'll let you know next week.
Cheers.

Drunk on a ladder. Round 16.

No time for the wiggly one this week.
No time, no love and no interest to be honest. That shitful round last week has seen me off once and for all. Thank God there's DreamTeam to maintain the love.
Brenton and Dickwad still forging their way, Grant's taken a slight stumble, and Coxy pops up to make it 3 Tigers in the top 8.

Highly dubious links this week. But I never promised there'd actually be links at all so I guess that's a bonus.
There's a very loose 'sahara' theme here if you really look hard for it.

Harv: Majak Daw, David Zaharakis, Aum Shinrikyo (I'll give him that last one. Aum Shinrikyo is the loony sect Asahar set up to kill the whole of Tokyo via Sarin gas in the subway).
Nick: Majak Dawe, Shoko Asahara..... still waiting.
Taffa: shoko asahara, jonathan brown, hemingway.
Joffa: Hmm, Nup, Genghis Khan.

Big week last week, the Chimps overcame the rampant Cheesies, thanks mainly to a less than impressive showing by the very many Cats clogging the Cheese list. But Richo's still sitting atop the ladder.
Sean's Catfish made life tenuous for Benny's Nightmares with 2 rounds to go before the finals. The Birds put The Roosters back in the henhouse, otherwise things probably went fairly predictably.
This week? Glad you asked... The biggies:
Catfish v Roosters. Sean could finish top 4 or out of the 8 altogether. J Brown just needs this to finish top 4.
Ruddy Nightmares v Big Bird. Benny's on shakey ground so needs to pluck a win against the Bird.
Orange Thieves v TigerBrats. Dirks going nowhere, but Joffas boys are still in the hunt for that elusive 8th spot, but need to keep winning and have things fall right elsewhere.
Age of Reason v Pappags. You wouldn't reckon Grant could go through, but he can fuck up Caro's top 4 chances, which is something at least.

The promised case-moth prescience experiment hasn't come to pass yet, apologies. I've been a bit busy and Roy's been a little moody this week. Next week for sure.

But briefly, speaking of unnatural phenomenon, I witnessed two highly unusual and educative events during the week.

I went to the footy on Sunday to watch my Dees embarrass the Dons, and saw something I've never previously witnessed. A Melbourne team was not only NOT slaughtered by the formerly white maggots, you'd have to say they got the better of decisions. (Most where technically there, barring the jack Watts push, but that's usually irrelevant.)

The interesting thing is I was beginning to think that I was simply becoming an unbalanced persecutionist, and that no matter what happened on a footy field I'd think my side was being robbed and treated unfairly. Now I've actually seen the other side, I know how it feels, and I know it's a sensation I've never had before. So it's good news, It's not paranoia, I actually am being persecuted.

The second phenomena I witnessed was related to the same event.
This may be a Demon oddity as the Bombers have had the wood over us for far too long, but has anyone else noticed that Essendon fans had become the most arrogant, born-to-rule arseholes that slithered around the face of the earth? The kings and queens of the in-crowd niggle? The "Thanks for coming. Better beat the crowd home losers" specialists?
Well what a beautiful sight to see, from about the 5 minute mark of the last quarter, the vision of red and black clad scum heading for the car-park, eyes rigidly looking straight forward and slightly down. Desperately avoiding any possibility of any stray eye-contact.
Suffer in yer jocks, couldn't happen to nicer bastards.

Drunk on a ladder. Round 15.

Three more 8s this week, just enough to mean we have another jackpot. I'll have to checkout where that stands, it must be getting up there into heady heights now. Rich Dickwad Wade, Corey and Jim Richo all negotiated their way to perfection. In so doing Dickwad finds himself just behind, but kind of equal to Brenton at the head of the table along with Grant.


With the top 6 Drunks all separated by one solitary point and, what 7 rounds to go, we're in for a torrid end to the season. Although it must be said it's starting to look like a good year to be a Tiger supporter (tips-wise).