Greg Sky Blog Has M0ved!

This Blog has moved!

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Find the Greg Sky blog HERE!

V...vintage C...coolness...

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Bogey

Cover

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Witches Blood

Wintersun

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Ikea Add

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IKEAMadreperfecta
by angelistas

Christmas Lights

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Dawkins

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Apologising...

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Mad Monk

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Federico Aubele - Postales

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Golem Speaks

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Classic

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Graphs are useful, right?

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When Science Meets Religion

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V...vintage C...coolness...

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Just takes one...

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Subtle

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The Mad Monk

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V...vintage C...coolness

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Frangipani

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Energy!

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Lip Dub - Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger from amandalynferri on Vimeo.

Aspects

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Important

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Dimitri Daniloff

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Dimitri Daniloff

Misinformation

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We are Robots!

Greetings!

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Princess

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From Oglaf

Storm

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Reflections

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Paolo Nutini

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The modernising of films is going too far...

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Morning

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Inspection

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Common Sense.

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Summer is Coming! (Summertime)

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Janis

Judith Durham (Seekers fame) with Spectrum

Speaking of Spectrum and Australian summers...

And Ella...

Finally, Mungo Jerry...

Can You See The Optical Illusion?

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No Comment Needed

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Leftfield

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Protest against Internet Censorship

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Did you know the Australian Government is proposing an internet censorship scheme that goes further than any other democracy in the world? That's why I'm one of over 100,000 Australians who have signed the petition to Save the Net. Will you join me?

This Friday, our petition will grace the pages of newspapers across the nation. That way the Government, who are due to make a decision any day now, will be left in no doubt as to how deeply unpopular this kind of censorship is in Australia. Can you help that petition too large to ignore?

Go here to help!
The Australian Government should be doing all in its power to take Australia into the 21st century economy, and to protect our children. This proposed internet censorship does neither. The plan has even been slammed by children's welfare groups, who say the filter is "fundamentally flawed" and simply will not work.

Can you join me and children's welfare groups, internet providers, consumers, engineers, network administrators, and over 100,000 everyday Australians in defence of our freedoms? Let's make sure this Friday's newspaper ad has an impact too large to ignore.

Add your name!

Thanks!

40 Motivational Speeches in 2 Minutes!

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Commercial

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RWE Energy Giant from Andrés Rosas Hott on Vimeo.

Bill Gates, Message to Students.

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Bill Gates decided to tell the truth when invited to speak at a high school. He gave the students some real rules.
Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!
Rule 2 : The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.
Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.
Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.
Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time..
Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

And, if you can read this - Thank a teacher!

Aspects: Signs

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Man's Best Friend

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Witches Blood

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1. La Bella Pellegrina

‘I always harboured doubts about the bloodline, what was coming. I have dreams, I must confess, slow dreams of disaster and more!’

Portia as recorded I Libri Della Nostra Vita

i. The First One

She felt their presence, sensed their thoughts and fears and knew they were riding through the mist, searching for her and her kind. It was the way. They were the prey while the warriors were the hunters – slaughtering witch-folk under new skies.
Closing her eyes, her senses flew on the wind and shivered as she felt their presence, saw their outlines against her eyelids.
Yes, the warriors were coming; riding across that frigid white land hunting for witches. They claimed to protect the small villages but in reality, sought to force the frightened peasants into the bosom of the new kingdom. Swear allegiance to our lord and we will protect you from evil, protect you from the witch-folk!
Times were changing so quickly. People bred faster than animals and were everywhere. Although the humans did not live long, they bore children quickly and claimed land, cutting down forests, building their villages while witches watched from the shadows.
It was the way of life for the people of the craft; living alone and shadowing humans while careful not to draw attention to themselves. If challenged or claimed to be one of the craft, the witch hunters would arrive, riding with a blood red dawn to find them, to slaughter them, to claim gold as a reward. Warriors hunted witches for sport and for gold, hard earned gold extorted from frightened peasants to rid them of the presence of the craft.
When crops died – they blamed the craft. A child born misshapen was the result of a nearby witch. All of the disasters of life were blamed on witch-folk and humans lived in fear of the unknown and of the craft.
Will it ever be different someday in the future?
Through the chimney hole of the small hut, the woman desolately watched the vague shapes of birds flying across the clouds and envied their freedom.
This is my time, I have no choice. My life has been good but the lives of my children’s children will be better!
The small stream that wandered beside the village was beginning to run freely, the pale sun reflected off the floating chunks of ice that floated in the centre, jewels in a blue rush, speeding away.
The soil was heavily covered by snow and the bare branches of trees were outstretched with small hints of greening buds, the first sign of the welcome warmer weather. It was wintry and the villagers were wrapped in bearskins to protect themselves from the biting morning cold, working feverishly to gather their belongings.
Every now and again, they would raise their heads and stare worriedly across the stream towards the edge of the forest. The hunters – witch hunters – were coming and they were as afraid of them as they were of the woman!
Staring into the red-hot coals of the small fire in the hut, she wondered if there would ever come a time when men did not hunt her kind. Instead of being feared, they should be welcomed as sisters, even partners, on this earth. However, that, she knew, was not meant to be – ever! Not in this time or the next.
The humans feared the unknown, thought they could control everything and ignored the spirits of the earth. They had already turned their backs on the animals, slaughtering them for sport as well as need, their connection with the earth, the elements and the waiting place for souls seemingly forgotten.
The wind lifted the skin that hung over the opening of the small rough shelter. Through the sudden gap, she saw the villagers had almost finished loading their meagre possessions onto the small sleds, all the while uneasily glancing at her hut and then back to the white horizon where the grey sky met the relentless line of fir trees.
They come, I can feel it, she said in her mind’s voice to her daughter, sending her silent message.
Mother, we must run then, flee while we can!
No, they will come for me; they will hunt until they have me.
I will stay, Mother!
But they do not know of you. You must run!
The chieftain pushed into the small tent and stood with hands on hips, staring down at the woman wrapped in a hooded black cloak crouched next to the fire. The witches’ eyes appeared to be far away but they quickly focussed on him and he shivered at the look.
‘We leave, witch,’ he said, voice booming with false bravado. But he could not hide the fear flickering in his eyes or the slight quiver in his voice.
‘Be gone,’ she said disdainfully and he flinched when she rummaged in her skin bag. ‘Don’t be afraid,’ she laughed bitterly, bright blue eyes flashing. ‘I am not as powerful as you fear.’
Muttering, he pushed out of the hut and signalled to the watching clan. Then he strode out and, leading his villagers, they trudged alongside their sleds as they escaped over the snow. The chieftain had sent for the warriors, his own fear and the fear of the men of the clan had driven him to it. What was worse, he wondered, the witch or the witch hunters? Once the warriors had killed the witch, their eyes would turn to the women and food of the clan.
A young woman slipped into the hut, also wrapped in a black cloak, pale blue eyes flickering in the firelight and she calmly sat cross-legged next to the fire. ‘They have gone, Mama,’ she announced and her mother nodded.
‘I have seen. You must leave now. Go south towards the warmer lands; keep to yourself until you are safe. Do not reveal our craft until there are others, and walk or run, but do not fly unless you are in peril.’
‘I cannot! I cannot leave you!’
We do not have enough for two, only one can flee, we are still learning to harness this gift. Her silent words reverberated within the daughters mind.
‘No!’
‘You must,’ she said firmly. ‘You are our hope, Dobryna, the future.’
‘But, Mama…’
‘Hush! Do as I say, you know this is the only way.’ A hunting horn sounded in the distance, dark and foreboding in the icy air, and the women glanced anxiously at each other. ‘Hurry!’
They embraced, tears flowing strongly until the young woman wrapped her cloak around her and stood silently, the fingers of one hand pressed against the fingers of the other in their ancient sign of the circle, the power of life. ‘I will never forget you, Mama.’
‘Nor I, you.’
‘I’ll tell your story, I promise.’
‘I know, and I will be close all your long days. I’ll be the wind in your hair, look for me there.’
A moment, eyes locked, fingers interlocked – squeezing - and then Dobryna turned, and was gone, scurrying across the snow until she vanished into the trees. Gone!
I’ll be the wind in your hair, look for me there.
Her mother sighed, stood silently, clasped her hands and concentrated, her eyes firmly closed as she willed a small wind to breathe over the tracks of her daughter until the snow was clean, no sign remaining of her escape.
And so you vanish into the future, my daughter. Run!
I will not forget you, Mother! I will avenge you!
Another sound of the horn and, without turning, she knew they were upon her.

A line of men sat on their horses next to the stream, vapour on the air from the horses’ breathing. Their lances were raised, swords gripped firmly as they searched the empty village with their eyes.
‘She has gone,’ one said to the leader, a big brute of a man in a leather breastplate and bearskin. ‘We have wasted our time, the witch has vanished with her evil magic,’ the man said nervously to the leader. He was eager to leave, to be far away from the witch’s lair, back to his fire and the comfort of his new woman.
‘The villagers have gone,’ another said, disgusted at the loss of fresh women and food to plunder, ‘and the witch has gone with them!’
‘No,’ the leader said calmly, his voice nasal through a nose that had been broken long ago and never properly healed, ‘there is a witch here, I feel it.’ Some woman had to die if they were to receive the villagers gold.
One of the young men, a man the chieftain knew would challenge him soon for the leadership leaned forward and pointed at a hut across the river. ‘There is smoke there; it is the only hut with a fire.’
‘I saw it,’ the chieftain said angrily. Will they challenge me in the open, he wondered, glancing at the young men of his troop, or stab me in my sleep? He honestly didn’t know which he preferred and wondered if that was a sign from the Gods that he was losing his courage.
A sudden gasp rippled through the hunters as a woman stepped from the hut, her black hair flowing freely as her hood fell back. Her arms outstretched and the men cowered back in fear, muttering down the line, the horses snorting, tramping in the snow.
‘Hold!’ the leader screamed to his men and, fighting his own fear, unsheathed his sword. ‘Hold, I say!’ The young men were white faced as they watched the woman twirl around and around in the snow, black hair fluttering like a flag as she moved in a rhythm known only to her.
‘She dances the devil’s dance,’ a man muttered and many made the sign of their chosen god for protection, others kissed talismans around their throats.
‘Witches die like any other woman,’ a dark man on the left of the leader said calmly and the leader glanced at him. He was a mercenary, a hunter from the east who had joined the warriors and the leader had grown to admire his skills. He also showed no interest in the leadership, and the leader had asked the mercenary to kill the young man once he had become leader, once he had killed the current leader. ‘When I’m dead,’ he had whispered to the mercenary, ‘kill him!’ I won’t see it, the leader thought, but it gave him satisfaction, to reach out from beyond the funeral pyre
The young man who had first seen the smoke, the one who had openly told everybody that he would challenge for the leadership of the tribe, broke from the line and cantered towards the woman, hooves splashing through the icy water, sword held high.
‘Young fool,’ the leader cursed and again commanded his men to stay. ‘Hold the line,’ he roared. ‘It is but a woman!’
They watched as the young warrior galloped his horse towards the woman, bending low over the horse’s mane, sword arm wheeling, and the blade glinted in the weak sun. The woman stood her ground, her head back, black hair waving in the wind against the snow, arms outstretched as if imploring the sky to help.
‘Her head will soon roll,’ one of the men said and chuckles mixed with fear ran through the watching hunters.
Suddenly an explosive crack rang through the air, echoing against the cliffs and the trees, ringing in the ears of the watching warriors. The horse stopped and reared as the rider seemingly burst into white flame, vanishing from the earth as the woman slowly sank to her knees in the snow.
The watching men called in fear, cursing and screaming. Some turned their horses and raced away to the tree line, others stood uncertainly, their horses nervously moving stiff legged in the snow as the riders stared across the stream at the riderless horse and the woman kneeling exhausted on the ground.
The mercenary turned his slanted eyes to the leader and said calmly, ‘it seems the witch has fulfilled my secret task.’ The leader nodded, his face a little pale as he watched the empty horse cantering towards the forest.
Sadly, the leader saw it all clearly and knew he had no choice. It was then he knew he would prefer to die in bed next to his woman rather then explode in witches’ fire. But someone had to lead and this was the life he had chosen when he had challenged the old man so long ago.
‘Be careful what you wish for,’ the old man had said wisely when he was challenged. ‘It is not as it seems.’ He didn’t know then what the old man had meant but now he understood.
The leader spurred his horse into the water, sword held high. ‘Witch! Die, witch!’
His scream echoed through the land and the woman smiled grimly to herself as she saw him coming. She was too exhausted to muster any further force, too tired to live.
‘There is always one who fights their fear,’ she murmured and muttering her final prayer, she bent forward, the running breeze lifting her black hair speckled with grey to bare her neck for the sword, ready to send her spirit on the wind.

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Cat Fixes Printer!

2009-09-09T16:06:00.000+10:00

Rock History: Daddy Cool

2009-09-02T16:28:00.002+10:00

Daddy Cool was an Australian rock band formed in Melbourne in 1970 with the original line-up of Wayne Duncan (bass, Vocals), Ross Hannaford (lead guitar, bass, vocals), Ross Wilson (lead vocals, rhythm guitar, harmonica) and Gary Young (drums, vocals)
Their debut single "Eagle Rock" was released in May 1971 and stayed at #1 on the Australian singles chart for ten weeks.
Their debut July 1971 LP Daddy Who? Daddy Cool also reached #1 and became the first Australian album to sell more than 100,000 copies.
Their name comes from the 1957 song "Daddy Cool" by US rock group The Rays, Daddy Cool included their version on Daddy Who? Daddy Cool.

Good Joke Ruined by Poor Spelling?

2009-08-30T09:27:00.001+10:00

Aspects#39: Never be afraid to say what you feel!

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Aspects#38: Religion, what is it good for?

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A good cartoon - the sad fact is that both warring sides have it wrong!

Aspects#37: Everybody has a Different Reaction to News?

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Jesse Younan

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I first heard the music of Jesse Younan on the soundtrack to the ABC series “East of Everything.” His voice and “Queeny” stood out and, a first for me, I bought the soundtrack. “Undertow” was also on the soundtrack.
At the time, I thought he was destined for great things. Alas, not meant to be as in 2008, Jesse died from leukaemia. He was so young. Such a loss.
Listen to this. It will break your heart.

Aspects#36: Real Life V Movies

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Aspects #35: Sometimes, you have no idea what is going on!

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Robert Plant & Alison Krauss

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Favourite music at the moment.

And doing one of Plant's old hits!

And, the old version! Same hair!

The Late John Hughes.(Born 1950, died 2009)

2009-08-14T06:32:00.000+10:00

Russian Drivers!

2009-08-13T05:24:00.000+10:00

http://video.stumbleupon.com/#p=finiq1lphs

And I thought Queensland drivers were the worst in the world!

Aspect #34: Weird Job!

2009-08-10T05:51:00.003+10:00

'Hey, man, what's up?'
'Nothing.'
'How's work?'
'The same old boring crap, you know how it is...'
'Yeah, tell me about it. Hey, what exactly do you do for a job?'
'Me? I take photographs up Paris Hilton's dress!'

Aspects #33: Bad Duck!

2009-08-09T05:47:00.002+10:00

Bad duck! What excatly do they do at the magic castle? And is that really Christina Aguilera? The tatoo says yes!

Rock History: Deacon Blue

2009-08-08T05:34:00.002+10:00

A typical '80's band with just one hit but what a hit! Deacon Blue were a Scot band - did they get the name of the band from the Steely Dan song Deacon Blues? Nothing confirmed.
Their first album, Raintown was released in 1987 and is their finest work. A concept album, it looks at living in a dead end life in a grey city (Glasgow). The cover photograph is brilliant - so miserable.
They went commercial for their second album and their major hit was Real Gone Kid in 1989-90.
Real Gone Kid still stands up today and I dare you not to tap your feet or sing along!

Aspects #32: Swedes and fairies!

2009-08-05T08:25:00.003+10:00

A nude saxophone player surprised four similarly dressed violinists in northwestern Sweden to claim victory as the year’s best incarnation of a water fairy, a mythical creature from ancient Swedish folklore.

The winning performance by Martin Norberg marked the first time in the 15-year history of the Årets Näck (‘Water Fairy of the Year’) competition that a saxophonist, or a musician playing anything other than a violin, had taken top honours.

“He just showed up a couple of hours before the competition and asked if he was allowed to play a saxophone,” contest arranger Calle Hernmarck told The Local (Swedish news in English).

According to legend, a water fairy is a supernatural being that takes the form of a naked man playing the violin on the shores of Swedish lakes and streams...

More information here plus a video! It's in Swedish but you'll get the idea.

The Wedding Entrance

2009-07-27T05:31:00.000+10:00

Women & Men in Film

2009-07-26T15:22:00.002+10:00

Women In Film

Men In Film

Baby talk

2009-07-24T09:10:00.000+10:00

Are women born this way?

Garden Express not so Express!

2009-07-22T10:26:00.004+10:00

If your brand name is Garden Express, it would seem that speed of delivery would be a key element of their business model. That means as well as making front of house efficient, it is imperative that the turnaround from order placement to order fulfilment be speedy!

Not so.

My experience as a customer of Garden Express (an Australian mail order plant nursery company) was quite poor. They do not have the basic customer service fundamentals even halfway right.

I placed my order on June 25th and that, in itself, was not easy to do. It took several attempts to even place the order through their internet front end. I emailed them and they replied in a nice, way and said they would notify their IT department. So I tried again and placed the order!

And paid, of course!

That same day, received an email confirming the order. So far, so good. Then, heard nothing for days!

I waited until July 2nd and emailed them, asking when delivery could be expected. This is the reply I received.

Thank you for your message. We are in the middle of the busiest time of the year for the crew at Garden Express and we have a slight delay in processing and dispatching orders. Sorry for the delay but your order should be with you shortly, we would expect within the next 7-9 days.

Another 7 - 9 days? Surely if your business is mail order, you should beef up the distribution arm of your business during your busiest times? Apparently, not Garden Express.

I waited until July 14 and sent another email, pointing out that the 7 -9 days had elapsed so, where were my plants?

No reply.

So, I sent another email on July 15.

No reply.

Sent another email July 16! At last, received a reply!

Thank you for your message we are very sorry for this inconvenience and understand your frustration with regards to the delay you have experienced. You order has been sent it was sent in the first mail collection (9am) this morning.

The plants arrived and, unfortunately, I found that the plants I really wanted were not included! Apparently, they were sold out!

The invoice cheerily told me I had a credit for my next order. I had to let them know if I wanted a refund!

If they had contacted me and told me of the shortage before sending my order, I could have substituted other in-stock plants without additional freight charges! To use the credit, I would have to pay extra freight, an extra cost to me!

Extremely poor customer service all the way down the line.

Needless to say, I have requested my refund - it will probably take a month to get back to me - and I will spend it happily at a local nursery where I get my plants as soon as I hand over the money.

In my years in business, one common error is for companies to forget about the importance of their customers and the impact of customer dissatisfaction on their brand.

Over time, low customer satisfaction affects repeat business and forward revenue as well as eroding the brand.

In time, the brand becomes worthless.

Garden Express needs to examine their business model and customer processes. They also need to understand that their core business is not growing plants but ensuring that plants are delivered speedily to their customers!

They should take a long hard look at their slogan - Delivering Australia's Best Gardens.

Delivering Australia's Best Gardens?

Maybe a month after the customer orders, if the plants aren't sold out!

Of course, I may be the only Garden Express customer with this experience. I hope so but, without any evidence to the contrary, I doubt it.

Note: To be fair, several hours after posting this, an email advised that the refund has been credited to my bank account.

Aspects #31: Being Comfortable

2009-07-21T05:54:00.001+10:00

To be comfortable in some situations requires some manoeuvring.

Shocked! Reminder

2009-07-20T13:41:00.002+10:00

Shocked has been released as a book in a few variations.The full colour paperback version is quite expensive as there are so many pages. The option is to download the book into a PDF file which is a lot less expensive.I have also published the black and white version in both paperback (much cheaper) and download.
Colour Version here!
Black and White Here!

Gopher Broke

2009-07-19T15:01:00.000+10:00

Watch Gopher Broke in Animation | View More Free Videos Online at Veoh.com

Sissinghurst Castle Garden

2009-07-15T14:42:00.002+10:00

Famous garden by Vita Sackville West!

The site with the pictures is here.

The Pen Story

2009-07-13T14:37:00.001+10:00

The PEN Story from PENStory on Vimeo.

Great, isn't it?

They shot 60.000 pictures, developed 9.600 prints and shot over 1.800 pictures again. No post production!

Malcolm Turnbull as Monty Python's Black Knight!

2009-07-12T14:27:00.002+10:00

Athens

2009-07-11T07:12:00.002+10:00

Power Windows

2009-07-08T08:09:00.000+10:00

Watch PowerWindows.wmv in Funny Videos | View More Free Videos Online at Veoh.com

Paintballing!

2009-07-07T08:06:00.000+10:00

Love Sport - Paintballing from Qoob TV on Vimeo.

Almost naked Airline Staff

2009-06-29T06:22:00.002+10:00

Body painted Air NZ staff star in their new Bare Essentials of Safety video, created for their Domestic 737 services.
Trouble is, Hobbits look weird in body paint! So, they left them out of the commercial. Hobbit discrimination!
Here's the commercial.

Then the saftey video.

Aspects#30: Sometimes...

2009-06-25T08:22:00.002+10:00

...just because we think we are cool, we actually are!

Gardens.

2009-06-22T08:47:00.001+10:00

If you enjoy gardening, go here http://www.lejardinplume.com/

Ophelia

2009-06-20T08:33:00.001+10:00

Natalie Merchant - great song, great lyrics, great video...

Beach

2009-06-15T08:25:00.001+10:00

Different Gardening Approach

2009-06-13T08:50:00.002+10:00

Piet Oudolf

Shocked Books!

2009-06-12T06:07:00.004+10:00

Shocked has been released as a book in a few variations.
The full colour paperback version is quite expensive as there are so many pages. The option is to download the book into a PDF file which is a lot less expensive.

I have also published the black and white version in both paperback (much cheaper) and download.

Colour Version here!

Black and White Here!

Aspects #29: Sometimes...

2009-06-07T08:10:00.002+10:00

...life is like swimming uphill...

Manel Armengol - Photographer

2009-06-06T10:48:00.004+10:00

Manel Armengol has an interesting site. The photojournalism prints from the 1970's in Spain, China and U.S. are compelling.

Rock History:Lynyrd Skynyrd

2009-06-05T08:33:00.002+10:00

Lynyrd Skynyrd was an American rock band. The band became prominent in the Southern United States in 1973, and rose to worldwide recognition before several members, including lead vocalist and primary songwriter Ronnie Van Zant, died in an airplane crash in 1977. The band was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on March 13, 2006.
Sweet Home Alabama was a tongue in cheek response to Neil Young's Alabama and Southern Man. What a pity Kid Rock ripped it off with such a lame tribute(?).
Young and Van Zant were not rivals, but fans of each other's music and good friends; Young even wrote the song Powderfinger for the band, but they never recorded it.

One of my favourite songs by the band is Simple Man. More country than rock but crossed all boundaries and, of course, Freebird is a classic!

More at Wikipedia!

Aspects #0028: Everybody Should Learn

2009-06-04T06:47:00.000+10:00

Learn something new everyday!

Flowers

2009-06-03T05:45:00.001+10:00

Flowers in Fiji.

Teddybears with Iggy Pop

2009-05-30T10:55:00.000+10:00

Rock History: Russell Morris

2009-05-24T06:29:00.002+10:00

Russell Morris is an Australian singer-songwriter, who had five Australian top ten singles during the late 1960s and early 1970s.
His most successful song was "The Real Thing", written by Johnny Young, produced by Ian Meldrum . The song was followed by "Part Three into Paper Walls", co-written by Young and Morris. Later hits such as "Live with Friends" and "Wings of an Eagle" were Morris compositions.
Personally, I did not like "The Real Thing" as music but it did break ground for Australian music.
His best songs, in my humble opinion, were Wings of an Eagle. and Sweet Sweet Love.

Here he is in 2007

And a compilation video - pics and the song.

Santorini, Greek Islands

2009-05-22T08:39:00.001+10:00

Shocked!: Final Words!

2009-05-18T11:40:00.000+10:00

So, Shocked is over! That’s it, finished!
What began as a small, quick comic to add to my website grew beyond control and became a chore.
It also interfered with my “real” work – writing and photographic art.
I publish fiction under five author names (including my own) and have released in excess of fifty novels over the past fifteen years. It has become difficult to justify doing work like Shocked where there is no audience or return.
Therefore, Shocked is over – at least, for the time being.
The pages archived on Comicspace will be removed in a matter of days.
There will be a revised edition published soon, purely for my own benefit. In other words, I want a souvenir in the form of a comic book!
Shocked was not meant to be of great significance and, as I have said, was purely for fun!
Thanks for anyone who sent comments, even the negative!

Fairytale, reinterpreted by young Swedish Animator.

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A fairytale presented as if artificial intelligence was telling the tale! Great job by Tomas Nilsson.

Slagsmålsklubben - Sponsored by destiny from Tomas Nilsson on Vimeo.

Beach Culture - Photographic Essay

2009-05-16T06:21:00.007+10:00

A glimpse of the soon to be released photographic book, Beach Culture.

Aspects #0027: A Different Viewpoint

2009-05-15T06:30:00.000+10:00

Sometimes, people have a different opinion than you. That doesn’t make them wrong or you right!

Shocked! (Page 352)

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Alone

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Shocked!!(Page 351 of 352 Pages)

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What to do with Blackboards - Firekites

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Firekites - AUTUMN STORY - chalk animation from Lucinda Schreiber on Vimeo.

Shocked!!(Page 350 of 352)

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Aspects #0026: Guidance

2009-05-12T06:25:00.001+10:00

Everybody needs a little guidance every now and again.

Invasion!

2009-05-11T08:11:00.002+10:00