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All the Jimmy Buffett my parents played as I grew up has imbued me with permanent itchy feet and an insatiable thirst for adventure.

2007 launched in spectacular style. January has knocked me up, down and sideways like a ragdoll. I've gone coast to coast, painted the town red and seen everything I wanted to and more. I'm going to preserve this momentum and declare 2007 to be a year of big things. Actually, why set an arbitrary limit based on our convenient date system. Bring on new experiences, new adventures and new places from now till infinity.

I shall break this down into a keep it stupid simpleton list as I brain dump right here...
- worked my first retail job. Ran amok at said retail job, got in trouble often. Apparently didn't take job seriously enough... haha. Quit my first retail job.

- Got my first taste of winter mine exploration. Froze to death, loved it. Look for the photos and accompanying story in the next issue of 5100.

- Vegas, oh vegas. Upon arrival a crippled/stitched up twinky-z and I attempted to hire a Lamborghini Murcielago. Rumours abounded of their surprising affordability. Rumours entirely false: US$1600 / 24hrs + mileage costs. Fail. Would you rent a half mill untamable weapon to 2 dirty, young, excitable Australians? They'd take one look at us and die laughing. Unperturbed we obtained a vehicle to drive 4 hours to California then stay 3 hours shooting a goblin zeppelin mooring station. Fell asleep at Burger King for a 2 hour recharge and drove back to Vegas. Verdict: you tell me, shots below.



- More Vegas. While I adore my present hobolike approach to life and luxury a little extravagance now and then is golden. Tom is a champion amongst men, just don't borrow his favourite tequila at midnight. He sees all.  Anyways, Tom offered me the wondrous opportunity to sleep upon the floor of his US$1000/night suite at the MGM. I still have some of the free soap :) People enthusiastically engaged hookers in violent hugging upon the couch I was bedding down next to. Slept through the whole escapade.

- One more. Charged with adequate pre-drinks we ventured out to hunter/gather food amongst the dangerous nightlife of Las Vegas. The Bellagio's fancy buffet greeted us with open arms and overflowing sushi plates. We ate in good cheer, and of proper manner, until someone stepped it up a notch. To say The Challenge Was On is a literary understatement, simply the gauntlet was thrown. Three generous lines of wasabi were laid out neatly on the table, taunting us in their simple unassuming form. This afront to my manhood would not go unchallenged. dsankt fears not ninja slime.



The Japanese are masters at distilling incredible flavour into tiny morsels of food. Wasabi is the result of channeling centuries of pent up anger and frustration into a gaijen destroying delight. It's a kamikaze food which knows no try, just be. Wasabi exists to inflict pain. With a slow deliberation twinky-z bent down, paused his nostrils for a second above the evil green goop and snorted like a fiend. He rocked back upon his heels, clinched his eyes shut and shuddered. The table erupted in cheers and high fives. Ill Bill, a shit talker of EPIC proportions, followed in fine form then grew a surprised look as a small trail of wasabi dribbled from his nose.

I exhaled, lent over and sucked like a champ. Unholy fire exploded through my nose, pushing upwards into my brain. Tears gushed from the corners of my tightly clenched eyes, which stopped my eyeballs launching across the room. I writhed for a few seconds then as quickly as the intense burst of pain hit it subsided. I realised I was still alive. High fives and all round cheering ensued. Do not underestimate the wasabi, it's concentrated evil.

- twinky-z is the DK, the Drift King. He's got a tattoo of Vin Diesel on his wanger that says 'I live my life a quarter foot at at time'. I'm jealous. Speaking of driftage we lucked out and got to ride in the back of a police car with a friendly police lady. She wanted the Aussie sammich alright. I learned first hand the rear doors of a police car do not open from the inside. Damn those kiddie-locks!



- Raven and Mr Baxter made me a lovely chair to decorate my home. Arts and crafts are their specialty (pic below). Shucks I'm flattered guys. Also they're mighty skilled at pingpong - next time we meet I shall destroy you Baxter. I possess the power of 2pac, an underground legend amongst pingpongers.

- Kowalski and I busted up Siolo's Graphic Equalizer drain, only to find the equalizer GONE! What manner of lootage is this!

- Air33 and Jannx are gracious hosts, thanks for everything. We explored, talked shit on just about every exploring group known to man and explored some more. We managed to avoid haunted barns, abandoned houses and flickr whoring but succumbed to the famous brickworks for a lazy morning photo mission. Another day we indulged that childhood fantasy of sitting on the airport baggage carousels, in direct contravention of the posted signage. Win!

Thanks to everyone who I explored with, partied with, stayed with, who fed me and put up with my (our) immature shenanigans... life is good :)

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