Todes-a-palooza

Todes is in town! That's right, everyone's favourite pseudo-Nazi chemist has returned from his forced exile into Vic-bore-ia for a night of fun, frivolity, beer and Big Buck Huntin' at the Earl. Looks like a few of the IGN/TEA nerds will also be in attendance so should be an interesting night so long as the conversation doesn't become mired in the greatness of games that my archaic excuse for a PC can no longer contemplate playing. Or if they start talking "Secret Admin Business" and I have to wait out in the car park again.

Regardless, a giant-ass schnitty and few frosty ales is all you really need. Sadly though, the City Bay "Fun" "Run" is on the day after and I'm enrolled to push the tubby little ball of funniness that is the Ensign. As practice, the She_Admiral and I walked 'tween the jetties last week, along the beach pushing the stroller. It was fun and easy for the first 5 minutes until my calves (otherwise accustomed to walking the 10m to the letterbox and back) exploded. Anyway, we made it so at 75% of "race distance" we should be OK, assuming that my ritual morning dump fully clears any remnants of beer 'n' schnitty.

The WCS commissioned custom shirts for all the employees taking part. On the back it says "Trample the Weak. Hurdle the Dead" which is fine and amusing when you're in a pack. Sadly, everyone else from work will be in the "Walking" group where I'm in the "Strollers" group which is like the Special Olympics category of walkers starting riiiiight riiiight at the veeeery back. This means, I'll be the only tool wearing a t-shirt oozing attitude unreconciled by the tubby beerguts it will barely be containing. In a stirring show of solidarity, Tossed has agreed to walk with the She_Admiral and me. I suspect this is more to be in proximity with the supply of Coke and Mars Bars that will be crammed into the luggage compartment of the Ensign's stoller than it is to relieve me of my "lone wanker" tag. The fact that two fat men wearing matching shirts, pushing a baby, and accompanied by a woman trying to keep her distance will look for all the world like we're homosexuals doesn't really help either.

On the bright side though, maybe my rusted cardiac equipment will seize up at the start and I'll be spared the whole tortuous experience, enjoying instead a leisurely ride to the nearest hospital instead!