Apparently pictures are what the people want.
Especially ones with "vivacious girls and boys partying at the beach..."
I particularly liked the title of this image : SkunkApe Girls Beach Party3.
i wonder if the girls knew that SkunkApe was coming up behind them in SkunkApe Girls Beach Party 1&2... Or maybe those girls belong to SkunkApe in some way.
well
there you have it. A complete Blog post.

Viva Italia, i suppose is in order.
For those who don't care about World Cup (my valuable three readers...) skip down a bit.

I had a chat with one of the Canadian rugby coaches about my less than illustrious career as a rugby coach. It was the first time i can honestly say i failed at a coaching job. miserably.
I confessed that i could not get the lads past the most Cro-Magnon form of rugby and actually care about winning.
A typical bus ride home from a 46-6 non-game would include high spirited celebrations from our side about throat punching, eye gouging, kicking, spitting, elbowing, crushing, hammering etc etc without any regard for the fact that we hadn't won a game in two years.
He laughed and assured me it was still an all too common problem in high school rugby fifteen years later!
He says the national coach calls it "Losing the Plot" which brings me to the Zidane Zinsane Zincident today in world cup extra time.
Clearly this most polished of veterans "Lost the Plot" and for a moment forgot where he was and what it was he was actually supposed to be doing.
He lost the plot, France lost the game, and I lost my regret about my career as a rugby coach.
A triple header. thanks ZeeZoo. (or however you spell it..)

The rest of the day was home work reteaching myself physics formulae I haven't used since grade eleven and reading, reading, reading.

One brief time out i took a half a frozen cucmber out for a walk to see if I could make friends with the arrogant bunnies.
No deal. i ended up dumping the frozen mess into the compost where it belonged.

On a brighter note, my efforts to befriend the bunnies brought me under a tree where I discoverd a patch of wild strawberries!
And there was one delicious berry still on the vine uneaten by the rogue rabbits.
Score!