*not relevant; this post is about veterans and, later, piracy
Saturday is ANZAC day. For anyone not from Australia or NZ, ANZAC (which stands for Australian & New Zealand Army Corps) Day is the national day of commemoration for soldiers who died in war. Not any specific war, just war in general. Well. Any of the wars that we've attended. (It also gave rise to a delicious biscuit but the war thing is more important.)
This is the first ANZAC day since I was about 8 that I won't be parading about in the middle of a brass band (yay!) but I'm going to go to the parade and service anyway. I considered going to the dawn service but then I realised I totally wouldn't get up on time. I mean, I respect the war dead, but not 6am respect. Sheesh.
My grandfather, like many people's grandfathers, fought in the Second World War. Unlike many other people's grandfathers, he also managed to find time to appropriate an Army truck and go on a brief, unauthorised tour of Italy with a comrade-in-arms. I don't really know the full story of that and can't ask Granddad (he is dead) but I must remember to ask Nana. My grandfather and I got on well - he had a wicked sense of humour and wrote some hilarious stories about his time in the war. My favourite memory of him is an ANZAC one - I played the Last Post at an ANZAC day service a few years ago, and it was pure straight bloody awful. I've never played anything that badly in public before or since. My grandfather was at the service and I was quite afraid to face him afterwards, having essentially crapped all over the solemnity of the service with my Godawful trumpeting, so I apologised to him in a very very wee voice. He didn't mind at all, because apparently his regiment's bugler kind of sucked and my rendition was suitably authentic. So I'm going to the service to honour his memory, rather than out of any desire to sit through an hour of churchin'. Wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea.
Also, the PZS Acronym Competition finishes tomorrow at whenever I get up, so if you want to enter now's the time. You have some Pretty Zany Shit to beat but I'm sure you're up to it. The competition is about five posts back; I was going to put a hyperlink to it here but I'm not on my laptop (power cord = broken) and so I don't have the page where I learnt how to put hyperlinks in neatly bookmarked. Don't even bother trying to make sense of that last sentence, just go and find the original post; the title is a dead giveaway.
Today I had a half-baked notion to start a webcomic but nothing was funny and all I could think of was puns about ostriches. Maybe tomorrow. Or, if you're lucky, not.
My life currently consists of a lot of minor diversions linked by threads of bullshit conversation. I lack a vocation. Andrea said I should be a pirate but I do not have a boat. Does anyone have a boat I can borrow? Or a better suggestion.