Full On Basket Balls

Feel free and easy to click on the pic over to your right to make it FULL SCREEN BABY!!! (I'm quite proud of this little photo actually hehe) You gotta love this building really. I mean... If you don't, I might just have to force you to like it by designing Sydney Opera House lenses that you have to wear every morning or it'll give you a little electric shock every time you attempt to inhale oxygen... and/or other things with it. Anyway, a strange thing happened on this day. I was walking around the harbour, north side of Sydney and I saw these two guys laughing and joking, bouncing a basketball and walking down to the water front. I was getting a little cold as night was approaching so I slipped into a random persons garage to swap from my shorts to some trousers (as you do). As I left the garage, I saw the two guys come back up the hill in a somewhat more serious frame of mind than before, minus a basketball. Later on I walked on down toward Sydney Harbour Bridge and I came across said ball, weightlessly bobbing away, minding it's own business in its supernatant fashion, floating, buoyant in Australian waters (as you'd expect any basketball to be, once it found eurekeaic freedom from it's owners grubby hands and cleansed itself within the purity that finds itself densely immersed in mother earths salty waters). It was black and blue in design and I suddenly thought that maybe the guys had thrown the ball into the bay because they'd used it as a murder weapon. I quickly dispelled the idea as ridicule and ventured down to the water to pick it up. Later, I met up with Adam, a tall American chap I work with at the call centre. I told him the story but it seemed to matter little as his wide eyes focused only on the ball. They were like a child's eyes whenst presented with the biggest ice cream known to mankind. From the moment I handed the ball over to him, something told me that I was destined never to caress it again... unless I specifically asked for it. Knowing this, I let him have it. He now owes me, and if I suddenly forget how to reset someones password, I know he'll have to stop whatever he's doing to help me out. He also owes me two pieces of tropical chewing gum, which he brought over from America and guarantees me are better than the "normal" triple X pieces I gave him on the first two days we worked together. Week one at the call centre is now over and week two commences in the morrow. Should be fun! Repetitive fun... but fun non-the-less...