My conclusion... The murderer was Greg at the BMX Track with the Car.
Monday, July 6, 2009
One last thing...
In direct contradiction to a previous article stating that it is telling the truth, it says that there was no puppy, sick or fine. There was no mention of a sick puppy. Only a dying puppy who could have for all we know gotten hit by a car. And that car could have been Greg's car as he was around the area at the time.
The End
Well, I lost my bets (see below) but i won a movie ticket!
Yes, our team won, with over 1000 points, which was what i was hoping for. Judging was reasonably uneventful, but I finally got a shot on a unicycle! And it's hard!
Some more funny stories from the week:
1. On Thursday night, Tim and Francis were getting pictures of train stations, when they both hopped out, mistimed, and the train doors shut leaving them outside the train and all their stuff inside (including laptop). Francis thought quickly, wrenching the doors open and squeezing in, while Tim looked on in shock. The train left, and as you may know, Tim doesn't actually have a phone... Luckily for him, he was taking the photo on Francis's at the time, but that meant Francis didn't have one. Again Francis thought quickly, and called his own phone off a random's on the train, but this is where my knowledge of the story gets sketchy. Something about miscommunication, Tim catching a train in the wrong direction, and redialling back to the random's phone. But at least they got to dark zone in the end... in time for the last game.
Yes, our team won, with over 1000 points, which was what i was hoping for. Judging was reasonably uneventful, but I finally got a shot on a unicycle! And it's hard!
Some more funny stories from the week:
1. On Thursday night, Tim and Francis were getting pictures of train stations, when they both hopped out, mistimed, and the train doors shut leaving them outside the train and all their stuff inside (including laptop). Francis thought quickly, wrenching the doors open and squeezing in, while Tim looked on in shock. The train left, and as you may know, Tim doesn't actually have a phone... Luckily for him, he was taking the photo on Francis's at the time, but that meant Francis didn't have one. Again Francis thought quickly, and called his own phone off a random's on the train, but this is where my knowledge of the story gets sketchy. Something about miscommunication, Tim catching a train in the wrong direction, and redialling back to the random's phone. But at least they got to dark zone in the end... in time for the last game.
2. We have already heard enough about the rain and clay and BMX track incident (the clay dried brilliantly by the way), but there is another amusing aspect to the story. We know that Leonie was home when we got back, but what we looked over was that Greg had dropped her home, and had seen us at the BMX track on the way. Not recognising us, guess what he said? "What are those morons doing with shovels in the rain?"Only to check the blog later and come to the conclusion it was his fault those "morons" were out in the rain.
3. On Friday afternoon, Tim was continuously getting everyones names wrong. So, the plan was, that if he kept doing it, there would be consequences... Luckily i had some wasabi on me, and im sure you can guess where it went from there...
A recap on the greatest quotes of the week:
1. I'm blonde with blue hair (guess who)
2. Hi it's Bry- Sam (Sam)
3. I'm like a baby koala (Tim)
4. What are those morons doing with shovels in the rain? (Greg)
5. Are you a Dad? (Sam Waters, to Bryce)
6. A 12 tonne crane (Ethan/Tim)
And all the other golden moments I couldnt remember
Well, its over, so no more blogs from me (and i guess not from anyone else), but it was all worth it!
How about we leave you with another brilliant photo:
"Who am I, my brother's keeper?"
Sunday, July 5, 2009
440cm
440cm is a lot.
Seriously, when Greg added a 440 by 440cm twister board to the list, did he think through how big it actually is??
Apon pulling out several tarps and a tape measure at the Water's house, we were confronted by the reality of how big 19.36 square metres is.
After pondering a while, Andy came out with some plastic drop sheets, and we began stapling together 193600 square centimetres of plastic twister board base.
The next problem, coloured circles... 144 of them... 36 of each colour...
There simply isnt that much coloured paper around, even in a house with 5 kids, so we did what we could (pink is close enough to red), and decided we would find more later.
After dropping Tim home, getting a top and finding some more paper, we cut the rest of the circles, and contemplated the task of sticking 12 rows of 12 to 19360000 square millimetres of plastic.
The solution? Glue, dummy...
Lots of glue...
And some more glue...
And Done!!!
AND HUGE!!!!!
A super sized spinner later, we're done, and im off home to bed
Seriously, when Greg added a 440 by 440cm twister board to the list, did he think through how big it actually is??
Apon pulling out several tarps and a tape measure at the Water's house, we were confronted by the reality of how big 19.36 square metres is.
After pondering a while, Andy came out with some plastic drop sheets, and we began stapling together 193600 square centimetres of plastic twister board base.
The next problem, coloured circles... 144 of them... 36 of each colour...
There simply isnt that much coloured paper around, even in a house with 5 kids, so we did what we could (pink is close enough to red), and decided we would find more later.
After dropping Tim home, getting a top and finding some more paper, we cut the rest of the circles, and contemplated the task of sticking 12 rows of 12 to 19360000 square millimetres of plastic.
The solution? Glue, dummy...
Lots of glue...
And some more glue...
And Done!!!
AND HUGE!!!!!
A super sized spinner later, we're done, and im off home to bed
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Well
There are some points to be made in contradiction to the contradiction below.
It could be stated that the 2 industrious members of the expedition were actually completing the set task, and finding the clay that was the goal of the mission, and who knows what the others were up to.
I would ponder the question of how a full scale protest rally against manicures for males could be held in the rain, with only 2 people, and how marching BB style could possibly help.
I would also like to raise the idea of the writer of the contradiction becoming a polotician. I was amazed and astounded at their ability to pull facts out of nowhere, and create illustrious events from thin air. The ambulance was a fact and it can be confirmed that said ambulance did pass by, and the slackers in the rain began running, but there was no mention straight after the event of any dog, sick or not, and no evidence has been provided to back this claim since. There was no such dog, and I personally believe that they chased the ambulance in the first place becuase they realised that it wasnt actually manly to march in the rain, and were subconsciously looking for an excuse to follow after the wiser crew.
They were not actually denied entry at the front door, they were greeted by a welcoming sister, with towels and fresh clothes.
And i believe that the next comment sums up the entire article.
"A 12 tonne crane"
I will again state that the writer shcould consider a career as a polotician, or perhaps a lawyer.
It could be stated that the 2 industrious members of the expedition were actually completing the set task, and finding the clay that was the goal of the mission, and who knows what the others were up to.
I would ponder the question of how a full scale protest rally against manicures for males could be held in the rain, with only 2 people, and how marching BB style could possibly help.
I would also like to raise the idea of the writer of the contradiction becoming a polotician. I was amazed and astounded at their ability to pull facts out of nowhere, and create illustrious events from thin air. The ambulance was a fact and it can be confirmed that said ambulance did pass by, and the slackers in the rain began running, but there was no mention straight after the event of any dog, sick or not, and no evidence has been provided to back this claim since. There was no such dog, and I personally believe that they chased the ambulance in the first place becuase they realised that it wasnt actually manly to march in the rain, and were subconsciously looking for an excuse to follow after the wiser crew.
They were not actually denied entry at the front door, they were greeted by a welcoming sister, with towels and fresh clothes.
And i believe that the next comment sums up the entire article.
"A 12 tonne crane"
I will again state that the writer shcould consider a career as a polotician, or perhaps a lawyer.
Friday, July 3, 2009
"I can has cheeseburger"
Today was a good day. With Bryce being pretty much dead cause he hadn't slept and making Tim eat wasabi. Not that Bryce being dead was a good thing. It was especially good when it was monday again. We've managed to complete the wood carving and the clay piece and after going to see Transformers (was great, would see it again) we managed to do the abstract photo thingy "I can has cheeseburger" and we grabbed a hungry jacks crown while we were at it. I just have to try and find the usb connector for my phone now. There were many famous quotes said today as well, none of which i remember but they will hopefully come back to me later.
Marching in the Rain
In direct contradiction to a previous questionable article, here is the truth from the supposed drowned rats of the group.
So there our collection were gathered, at the BMX track, two inexperienced young 'uns shovelling clay into a bag. The ones unlike the former, shown through their robust manner, were out looking for rocks. It began to lightly drizzle and two members of our group got scared of getting their hair wet and fled the scene, whilst the real men of the group toughed it out in the rapidly changing conditions.
The real men launched a full scale protest rally by marching against mannicures for males, sparked by a lack of manliness portayed by the so called superior ones.
Through our magnaminous amount of humbility, we saw a dying puppy begging for help. With the great power we held, we felt obliged to aid the poor little critter.
We mustered the energy to chase down an ambulance, which evaded our grasp as those within had not received our unique gifts of bravery and true selflessness.
We solemnly dragged our wretched souls to the front door. Only to be denied by those who had not wanted to break a nail. We were able to enter through our commitment and a 12 ton crane.
That concludes our memoirs of a true account that shall be remembered by all as Marching in the Rain. Lest we Forget.
So there our collection were gathered, at the BMX track, two inexperienced young 'uns shovelling clay into a bag. The ones unlike the former, shown through their robust manner, were out looking for rocks. It began to lightly drizzle and two members of our group got scared of getting their hair wet and fled the scene, whilst the real men of the group toughed it out in the rapidly changing conditions.
The real men launched a full scale protest rally by marching against mannicures for males, sparked by a lack of manliness portayed by the so called superior ones.
Through our magnaminous amount of humbility, we saw a dying puppy begging for help. With the great power we held, we felt obliged to aid the poor little critter.
We mustered the energy to chase down an ambulance, which evaded our grasp as those within had not received our unique gifts of bravery and true selflessness.
We solemnly dragged our wretched souls to the front door. Only to be denied by those who had not wanted to break a nail. We were able to enter through our commitment and a 12 ton crane.
That concludes our memoirs of a true account that shall be remembered by all as Marching in the Rain. Lest we Forget.
The Golden Moment of Today
Item 54
We had to take a blog from yesterday, and reproduce it on paper and ink, wood carvings, clay markings and paintings on a rock... never did we think it could be this fun...
Pen and ink; fine, and then a bit of fun with the carving, but we were stumped when it came to the clay. Where could we get some clay to mark? One younger member suggested breaking into the school art supplies, but soon after, some wisdom came out with the idea of the BMX track down the road. It has been raining on and off, so it stands to reason that this clay and muck would be beautifully sloppy.
So, at a point when the skies seemed clearest the 4 of us walked down the street, shovel and bags in hand to collect some of said clay; a short and simple task by anyones standards. We got there, looked around, and realised it was perfect! The clay was exactly what we needed!!
But... as we started to quarry some out of the ground, guess what? It started raining again! This wasnt too worrying, hoods up and heads down, and faster work, but then as we finished up and headed off, it really did start to rain. The wiser half of the group quickly began to run, carrying all the equipment with them, while the other 2 lingered, marching in the rain. Marching you ask? Yes, full on, Boys Brigade, LEFT LEFT WHEEEEEEL marching!
As the more fortunate of the expedition reached the back porch, and dry and warmth, it began to hail. Yes, hail! This is the point at which lower in IQ of the quartet realised that it wasnt the appropriate time for About Turns and such, and also began to run, getting pelted and soaked in the process.
And so, at the end of the day a clay marking blog was created, but at the expense of a sniffle or 2, a hot shower, and several Milos to come...
We had to take a blog from yesterday, and reproduce it on paper and ink, wood carvings, clay markings and paintings on a rock... never did we think it could be this fun...
Pen and ink; fine, and then a bit of fun with the carving, but we were stumped when it came to the clay. Where could we get some clay to mark? One younger member suggested breaking into the school art supplies, but soon after, some wisdom came out with the idea of the BMX track down the road. It has been raining on and off, so it stands to reason that this clay and muck would be beautifully sloppy.
So, at a point when the skies seemed clearest the 4 of us walked down the street, shovel and bags in hand to collect some of said clay; a short and simple task by anyones standards. We got there, looked around, and realised it was perfect! The clay was exactly what we needed!!
But... as we started to quarry some out of the ground, guess what? It started raining again! This wasnt too worrying, hoods up and heads down, and faster work, but then as we finished up and headed off, it really did start to rain. The wiser half of the group quickly began to run, carrying all the equipment with them, while the other 2 lingered, marching in the rain. Marching you ask? Yes, full on, Boys Brigade, LEFT LEFT WHEEEEEEL marching!
As the more fortunate of the expedition reached the back porch, and dry and warmth, it began to hail. Yes, hail! This is the point at which lower in IQ of the quartet realised that it wasnt the appropriate time for About Turns and such, and also began to run, getting pelted and soaked in the process.
And so, at the end of the day a clay marking blog was created, but at the expense of a sniffle or 2, a hot shower, and several Milos to come...
That French Song
Tim and I(Ethan) have just learnt the meaning of that French Song. It is so weird and crazy.
"I Like Wet Dog"
We now know why Greg said to find the meaning.
It is the stupidest song ever
"I Like Wet Dog"
We now know why Greg said to find the meaning.
It is the stupidest song ever
Woot!
Excellent! I have Nick and Ethan doing some wood carving, so i can head off for a quiet time!
I'll be fine after all =]
I'll be fine after all =]
zzz...
So, having just got home and not sleeping in 24hrs, we are straight back into scav hunt stuff!!
More funny quotes, photos and other fantastical things to come...
More funny quotes, photos and other fantastical things to come...
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Fun Fun Fun
That was a good afternoon...
Take Nick on the roof, a giant cookie, waking up Tim (before stoning him), a lot of hot glue, some epic pictures, and a fit ball or 2 and you have an excellent time!
Highlights:
Tim- "Im like a baby koala" - while clinging to Francis's neck
Nick's grandmother arriving while he was on our roof
Sam starting a phone conversation with "Hi, its Bry- Sam!"
Photos to come!
Take Nick on the roof, a giant cookie, waking up Tim (before stoning him), a lot of hot glue, some epic pictures, and a fit ball or 2 and you have an excellent time!
Highlights:
Tim- "Im like a baby koala" - while clinging to Francis's neck
Nick's grandmother arriving while he was on our roof
Sam starting a phone conversation with "Hi, its Bry- Sam!"
Photos to come!
My Bad
Well... I posted a blog yesterday morning, completely forgetting that i wouldnt be home till late... like very late...
Gotta love 15 hour days!
So, i shall make up for it today =]
Gotta love 15 hour days!
So, i shall make up for it today =]
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Race Today!
Well, im up bright and early, ready for some city spanning!
Apparently Ant enjoyed himself at coles...
Hopefully we can chuck on some photos tonight!
=]
Apparently Ant enjoyed himself at coles...
Hopefully we can chuck on some photos tonight!
=]
Coles was much fun
The You'll love coles challenge was extremely fun " Note sarcasm" as i had the worst headache and of course they have to bring that noisy cleaning thing that makes the floors smell like burning rubber =(. looking forward to the city thing tomorrow, i bet it will be just like what we did for school last term *sigh*.
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