I’ve run out of words.

Can’t see tree for the forest…

I’ve got nothing of interest (seems to be a lot of that going around lately), so I’ll just leave you with a series of photos. See if you can figure out why I thought they were worth taking…

~~UPDATED~~

If this had been real life you would have seen immediately why I thought it was interesting, it’s only because the photos are one dimensional that it’s hard to see. Melissa sort of came the closest by saying what it looked like but wasn’t (huh?)…

This first picture puts it in context, yep it’s a tree fallen in a paddock. What’s a bit harder to make out is that the tree-line in the background is about 500 metres (or yards for those metrically challenged) away. The fallen tree, and the one next to it are the only ones in that part of the paddock, and have been left there for shade

So now, looking a little closer. You can just make out the green both underneath the fallen tree and behind it, that shows the gap between the fallen tree and the tree-line. At the right of the photo is the best view of the grass. Again, the camera has foreshortened the depth of field.

Finally, if you now look at the fallen trunk itself, you’ll notice that those trees in the background are actually branches of the fallen tree that have grown perpendicular to the trunk, making them look like trees in the background. The best way to see it is by following the trunk to the left of the photo, there you see that they are growing way above ground level.

What I found interesting was how nature adapted to a changing environment, there are no branches whatsoever growing below the trunk, yet there are a heap on the top. That in itself is pretty amazing, given that branches normally sprout all around a trunk. And if you think about it, the branches (which are doing quite well) are on the opposite side of where the capillaries that are still intact, i.e. the trunk is snapped on the side facing up.

It wasn’t until I posted these pics that I realised how deceptive they were (I wasn’t trying to be tricky), in real live it’s as plain as the nose on your face.
 

That’s a good idea!

My good blog friend Heather has just posted a clip of Jamie Cullum (at least I’m pretty sure it’s him) singing a rather inspirational song, and has declared it her theme song for this year. That got me to thinking…"Hey, maybe I should have a theme song too", but then I thought "What do you mean? You’ve already got a theme song, in fact you’ve had one since 1978!"

And here it is….

Although, truth be told, I’ve always thought that this was a better song….

Don’t you think it’s time you had a theme song?

PS. If you haven’t read Heather you should.

Too pooped to post.

**Updated

Kila pointed out
something that I had not seen
the graphic was cropped.

thanks Kila.

A musical interlude

Took the dogs to the vet this morning for their yearly check-up and vaccinations, well at least it was yearly for Buddy and Bentley, for Belle is was a one month check-up. While we were at the vet’s we bumped into one of Belle’s litter mates, he looked just like her but considerably bigger as he was the first to be picked (it’s amazing what a little nutrition can do, plus it was a boy and they are bigger anyway). I was surprised at how similar they looked because she doesn’t look anything like the other two that are left. There were only three there when I got Belle, so I’ve never seen the others.

This clip has nothing much going for it visually, but I like the song. They were playing around really well before I realised that it would be yet another clip with the TV on in the background if I didn’t put some music on, naturally after I went to all the trouble to get a CD going, they stopped playing! There is one thing that you can take a way from this clip though; how Buddy got his nickname (which is Buddy butt licker).

   

What brought you here.

I was watching TV and had all but decided that I had nothing to say (and I can’t just keep posting puppie pics), so I would probably not post anything today. Then like a flash, I had an epiphany! Of course, why not use the refuge of the lazy blogger?

So without further meaningless prose whose sole purpose is to try to disguise this half-arsed, lazy post by adding paragraphs simply to make the post longer, let’s have a look at some of the searches that have found the Dingo over the last day or so.

It should come as no surprise , given the name of my blog, that there is a smattering of Barbie searches:
barbie bridge
"Barbie Woods"
Funny Barbie Stories – Hey they’re all funny!
Barbie Bridges
put closes on barbies – WTF???
barbie fuck (cz) – Do you think he means the doll?
lest barbie (rus)
funny barbie stories
barbie guys – I actually found a transsexual Barbie on the net a few days ago.

I don’t know who Barbie Bridge is, but there seems to be a few people looking for her. Perhaps I should have followed some of the links to find out…nah, I don’t really give a shit.

As usual there are a few looking for Dingoes (again due to the blog title) and other native animals:
what do dingos look like? – Like dogs you moron.
bilby and how it got endangered
I need a time line of the dingo? – Do you need it or not?
dingo got me – Me too.

Then there’s normally a collection of esoteric stuff that I’m not sure how I got involved, but I’m sure there’s a reason:
sao biscuit vanilla slice recipe
Comet parts 3KV
pictures of cooperstown
black angus slang
so you think the world has troubles, eh?
you tube angel DAVID BOREANZ
shocking revelation
You can make up your own captions for those ones.

Occasionally you get a couple that you just have to say "WTF?":
mega burp erection
k-fed big penis pics

I have never done this where there hasn’t been at least a few searches for Pepe Le Peu. Ironically, the post that gets me into the search engine is about baseball (there’s a link in the sidebar if you’re interested, it’s called Play Ball):
pepe la peu
pepe la peu skunk

These next two are compliments of Mark, and I always get someone looking for doggie porn, in fact, I’ve included his comment as it formed part of the precis:
doggy porn (De)
www. canine porn .com…Yours are just too sweet-looking to be classified porn. Doggy porn…Puppy porn…canine porn…Hope those helps with the search engine. …

And finally, I’m so proud of these ones! As you can see I ranked number one in the search, and the first one had over a million results:
being Desperate for Love blogs (#1 of 1,370,000)
chicks with firm breasts (#1 0f 600,000)
spell plack (#1 of 5,500)

As I was typing this, the pup chewed through the speaker cables. I now have no sound until I join them back together tomorrow. Lucky it wasn’t the 240V cables.

My kind of football

It occurred to me recently that most of my readers aren’t from around here, and consequently may not be familiar with my kind of football. Oh wow, look at everyone saying "yeah, yeah we know all about your football", but you’re probably mistaken.

Maybe you’re thinking of this…

which is occasionally followed by this…

The first picture is a Scrum and the second picture is the celebration after scoring a Try. Both pictures are of Rugby League.

Or  you could be thinking of Rugby Union, where there’s a lot of this…

and even more of this…

The first picture is a Lineout and the second one is a Maul.

There are similarities between the two codes, both are a combination of Greco-Roman wrestling, Piggy in the middle and street fighting, and both are boring in the extreme. The most significant difference is that the belligerent, brain-dead buffoons in Rugby Union generally have University degrees, whereas the belligerent, brain-dead buffoons in Rugby League have criminal records. If you look closely at the photo of the Lineout, you’ll notice that the guy up in the air has actually been lifted up there by his team mates, using something similar to a reverse atomic wedgie.

All this is in stark contrast to the next series of photos. This sport used to be called  Australian Rules Football, but is now the Australian Football League (AFL), as it’s the only truly national code. In these pix, all of the guys have got in the air under their own steam, which makes for some thrilling footie…

Yes, you’re allowed to use the other guy to get up there, but coming down can be a bit uncomfortable sometimes…

They land on their heads more often than is good for them. So why do they do it? (aside from it being quite spectacular), if you catch it from a kick it’s called a Mark, and that means that you get a free kick where no-one can tackle you (like this guy is about to do)…

The guy in the red and white is on my team the Sydney Swans. Go Adam! So there you have it. If you are interested at all, and have the time, this is a very good link to explain the game.

A couple of questions

I’ve completely ran out of ideas (that’s not strictly true, I’ve actually run out of motivation) for a brilliant new post. So instead I’ll just leave you with two questions, one rhetorical (but you can answer it if you like) and the other, more of a teaser.

This first question came about last night as a result of watching TV.
Do you think butterflies ever get tattoos of women’s butts?

This one has intrigued me for years.
How do you pronounce ghoti, and why?

UPDATED*** I’ve just been to Marnie’s blog and as a result, I’d like to share with her this picture of New York, and it’s proposed new skyline.

Here’s your chance to ask WT.

Well, I’ve had quite a rude awakening today, and no, I don’t mean that a naked woman gave me a golden shower to get me out of bed. I mean I learned the folly of believing my own PR. According to my press release, I have an unlimited supply of perfectness, whereas the truth is much more mundane. As it  happens, I only seem to be perfect every now and then, and today it seems, is neither a now or a then.

So what do I do? Make up something funny? While that appears to be a viable solution, the problem is that I’m just not that creative, all my misadventures actually happen and I simply recount them. How about a picture of a dog or a cat, I don’t do that very often (snicker, snicker). Maybe I could write something profound?  Yeah I know, even I’m laughing at that!

So here it is. Here’s you chance to "Ask WillowTree." If there’s something you’ve always wanted to know, perhaps you have even asked before but have been ignored (I don’t normally answer questions) here’s your chance, but this offer is for a short time only because, while I’m fresh out of ideas now, but who knows what will happen tomorrow.

The table’s turned

You have all witnessed my penchant for taking your comments out of context and making fun of them producing high quality posts with your input. Well something happened today that has never happened before; a comment that I wrote was so stupid that it actually made me laugh.

So I thought to myself, "Self, you could get a post out of that!".  However I dismissed it out of hand, deciding that it was a bit light on substance and only went three lines, even though I did post this a while ago (you have no idea how hard that link was to find!). But then I thought "Hey what if I get a couple more?", to which I replied "Mate, you’re a fucking genius!" So I grabbed a few more that I wrote in the last 24 hours (only the fresh stuff for you guys).

These were all written before I wrote the funny one, so it’s not a setup. I’m not going to say which one made me laugh, we all have a different sense of humour. The upshot is that now you get a chance to laugh at my stupid comments (not that I’m calling any of yours stupid), you also have the opportunity to make your own smart arse comments at my expense, just like I do with you. The links are only to the blog, not the actual post  (I’m too lazy for that), but seeing as all these were written in the last day or so, if you really need to put them in context you should be able to find the posts easy enough. (Fuck! I just wrote a book and I haven’t even got to the point yet!)

Ok, here we go…..

Karmyn:
This is an issue I’ve had with MDW for years. She keeps trying to throw out my underwear, and I keep telling her they only smell like someone has died in them.

Marnie:
Boy you’ve really aged. And no, they weren’t my genitals, my genital tattoos are are little strange so I rarely show them to friends, people in the street are another matter.

Jenni:
How romantic, you should be honored that your husband is reminded of you when he sees two turtles screwing.  Sadly, when I’m screwing my wife, I tend to think of turtles.

Melissa:
When I read "For you, I’m saving my pennies" I thought she must have forwarded you one of my emails, the one that caused her to block me from being able to send anymore. But then I realised there was an extra ‘n’ and an extraneous ‘e’, phew!. Hmmm, maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned that email…

Heather:
Wait, so are you saying you shouldn’t give kids dog poo instead of play doh? Or are you saying you just shouldn’t let them eat it?  I’m confused.

Little Miss Moi:
I find that farting while shaking hands generally leaves a lasting impression.

……So guys, have at it!