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Finally, Frank Farina is gone… whether he jump or was pushed, I don’t care. All that matters is that he’s no longer in charge of the national team, and as a result, Australia MIGHT have a chance of qualifying for the 2006 World Cup. I’ve never been a fan of Farina, and I’m not impressed by his record as the Socceroos and Olyroos coach. Sure it looks good on paper, but when one considers the “quality” of the opposition in most of those games, it’s not that great.

In short, Farina was always the wrong person for the job… but now, with the management of the sport in this country finally getting it’s sh!t together (i.e. the new FFA replaces to completely inept SA/ASA), a new and improved national league about to get underway (A league will be so much better than the NSL ever was), and now Farina’s gone, the football (aka soccer) can finally move forward and head toward becoming the number #1 football code in this country…. assuming the right person is appointed.

You know it makes sense.

While I suspected as much to be true, yesterday morning I had it confirmed that:

• It’s quite easy to slip in the bath/shower
• In a one-on-one battle between the human head and the corner of a vanity unit, the head will lose
• Speaking of losing stuff… consciousness…
• A cut just above the right temple will bleed A LOT
• Your wife WILL scream your name when she comes in and finds your lifeless body hanging out of the bath with a pool of blood on the floor under your head
• Understandably, children that see their bleeding father laying on the bathroom floor will become emotional
• It does seem like forever before the ambulance arrives
• You do start to consider all the things you’ll miss if you die
• You will make a conscious effort to stay awake
• The ambulance officers, having seen much worse in their line of work may describe the two inch cut as “just a graze” and may opt not to take you to the hospital, but that you take a day or two off work
• This will all occur in the brief period between your ambulance subscription lapsing and you getting the Medicare cheques back which allow you to renew your membership
• That will not matter because you’ll be grateful for still being alive
• During your enforced day-off you’ll happily spend as much time with your family, playing chess, monopoly and UNO all day
• Chewing may cause the wound to reopen
• You may discover a bruised rib and knee when it’s time to go to bed
• You may find it difficult to sleep as you can’t rest your head on one side

I’ve considered my own mortality a few times over the years, usually when a friend has died at a young age, but it’s different when you’re laying on the floor, holding a towel to your head trying to stop the bleeding… it’s no longer a philosophical consideration, it’s a real-time, real-life one.

Oh… and another thing… the pool of blood WILL stain the grout between the tiles on the bathroom floor.

Collective Apathy is a great looking new site that has recently launched.

Col.lec.tive (adj.) : An aggregate of many members as opposed to an individual. Relating to a charateristic of, or made by a number of individuals acting as a group.

Ap.a.thy (n.) : Apathy is the complete lack of motivation or concern in matters of importance or appeal. Apathy can be about a person, activity, or object. It can be a common reaction to stress. It can also reflect a non-pathological disinterest in things one does not consider important. Certain workplaces are known to cause apathy.

Col.lec.tive Ap.a.thy: We don’t give a rat’s anymore.

The “Web Dump” thing looks like a reasonably good filter of sites like MeFi etc, the “Trailer Trash” concept is quite interesting… I’ve never seen reviews of the movie trailers before, and I suspect that the “Rants” will become quite active once the ball really gets rolling.

I look forward to seeing how this site develops.

Yesterday my father, my tato, turned 60. He’s most definitely a very young sixty though… in mind and manner anyway… his body has started to show the effects of quite a hard life.

Born on the 14th of June back in 1945 in what was then called Yugoslavia, life wasn’t easy.

He came to Australia in the early 70′s, got married and started a family.

I owe so much of what I am to my dad. The sacrifices he made for his family went largely unrecognised by me (and my sisters I’m sure) until I experienced fatherhood for myself. Only then did I really start to comprehend just what he had done, what he had gone without to ensure that we had a better life than he had when he was growing up.

Well… this is just a small thank you to tato, Stefan Kekoc, for all that he has done and given to me. He’s been a great father, and a wonderful role model to base my fatherhood on.

Happy Birthday Tato.

Does anyone out there read Korean, because I want to know what the Seoul International Blog Meeting 2005 has to say about this site.

I’ve tried Babel Fish, but I understood its translation about as much as I understood the original Korean characters.

It plays go in household head blow him? ! (Australia Commonwealth of Australia) the minute wild once which is interest to the household head it sees go.

Your help on this would be greatly appreciated.