Sunday, January 27, 2008

Funny Humans!

It is often funny to see humans who expect to be treated with some sort of dignity, treat others with less and then get upset when they are not happy about it.

If you don't give people all the rights they are entitiled to, don't be surprised if they are less than happy to hear from, or see you.

Its not rocket science!



We come to you (not) live from Motorfest 2008. Sydney's premier ozone destroying event.

Something to remember vermin!

The Wooden Bowl

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl
tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year - old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and
failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son.
"I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
"Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up. " The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless.
Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.
Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason,
neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled. On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens,
how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,
you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life.." I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.
You need to be able to throw something back
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you
But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others,
your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about .I just did.
I am not going to be the one who lets it die. I found it believable --
angels have walked beside me all my life--and they still do
This is to all of you who
mean something to me,
I pray for your happiness.
The Candle Of Love, Hope & Friendship
This candle was lit on the 15th of September, 1998

Monday, January 21, 2008

St George: Good With People - Tight With Money

Oh dear, seems St George has joined BIG W up in the lofty ranks of second time offender on the 'Fed Up Foamer' blog site.

Even 'Ginger The Cat' is pissed off beyond belief with this one, so you can imagine how disgusted members of the non-mogey race are feeling!!!!

In all fairness to St George, they had a partner in this ridiculous series of shenanagans, that being the NSW Health service.
Someone I know recently recieved a bill for $35. Not much I know, but it was for a new procedure they tried, without informing them, during a rent operation.
The person in question was fine with this! After all it worked ands it was a small price to pay to sort out the problem. Thus a cheque was sent to cover the cost.

A few months down the track a reminder (aka threat) letter was recieved saying it had not been paid. Upon ringing, she was told that the cheque was never recieved and that she should send one soon.
To make sure it was all above board, said person heads on down to the local St George Bank to check if the, ahhmmm cheque, has been paid or not.
Being told that it was still not cashed, she asked if she could cancel the cheque and send a new one.

"Yes madam, that will cost $15"




Thats almost half the cost of the original cheque you tight mongrels, just to do 2 seconds work on a computer.
You have a bloody nerve, considering the extensive money this person holds in your bank. Or should we say HELD as they are so pissed they are going to remove everything and go somewhere else. You will soon be worse off you money grubbing 'bunch of bankers'.

How many others have dumped St George?
Is there anyone out there who believe they are, as they say, "GOOD WITH PEOPLE - GOOD WITH MONEY"?

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I hate banks!
And Ginger would like to scratch all of you.

I am broke!

Anyone want to sling me a few bucks until whenever pay day is?
Promise I won't spend them on ciggies, drugs, nudie train shots and grog.
Well ciggies and drugs anyway.

One ain't in the mood to spend the whole Australia Day weekend at home instead out trying to pick up women!
The ruined Xmas was bad enough AAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

People Ain't Stupid!

Although people in command constantly like to treat you as if you are.

If some tool comes up offering you a $200 fine and asks for your name and address, do they really expect you are going to give them the correct one?
Perhaps if the railways wish you to pay for a SERVICE, then they should start providing one. At the moment it seems the railways are only run on the basis of the best return, not to provide a service for the public out of the money we pay in fares, taxes, fines and any other way they feel they can reem us.
I mean, the way governments whinge and moan about the cost of marginal and rural services, you would think the ferrets are signing cheques linked to their own bank accounts.


* Stop closing branchlines.
* Invest money in reopening ones that have closed, especially viable propositions like Tumut.
* Make rural passenger services more available. They don't make money, likely never will, but for us to pay for a service perhaps start providing a real one.
* Stop entertaining 'brain-dead' schemes like truncating the Newcastle and Canberra lines.

Other countries have seen the light, why are we incapable of mentally stable though processes?

Anyway the article is below.


From the Telegraph yet again.,22049,23085583-5001021,00.html

Sydney Buses SURPRISE!

The SURPRISE being that 100 buses are operating. Never feels like it each time I stand at the 400 bus stop waiting for buses that never show!


From the Daily Terrorgraph.,22049,23087489-5001021,00.html

A hundred Sydney Buses are operating with gas fuel tanks that have passed their 15-year replacement date, amid calls for the NSW Government to immediately pull them off the road to ensure passenger safety.

Transport unions will today seek assurances that the underfloor tanks in compressed natural gas (CNG) buses - Sydney's oldest gas buses - do not pose a "lethal threat" to drivers and the travelling public.

The 102 Scania CNG buses are housed at State Transit's (STA) Kingsgrove depot in Sydney's southwest, clocking up a combined 7.5 million km per year.

Their high-pressure gas cylinders were produced in 1993 and scheduled to be replaced no later than January 2008.

The Victorian-based manufacturer contacted STA in December last year to warn of delays in the supply of the replacement tanks.

The first batch of replacement tanks are due to begin arriving next month but that has not quelled the fears of worried drivers.

Rail Tram and Bus Union secretary Nick Lewocki said the State Government should ground the CNG buses until the new tanks are fitted.

"We've got serious concerns that these could pose a lethal threat to our members and the public if they are operated past their expiry dates," he said.

"Considering recent problems, you have to wonder about the maintenance regime and schedules at STA. The Government must intervene on behalf of passengers."

Already under fire for the recent steering rod replacement fiasco, STA last night pledged to begin visual inspections on CNG tanks from today.

Acting chief executive Peter Rowley conceded that the tanks were due to be replaced but said that WorkCover had agreed to allow the buses to operate.

So far just eight new tanks have been fitted.

STA believes that the 15-year use-by date should begin from when the tanks were first filled with gas rather than when they were made.

Mr Rowley said the staggered delivery of buses from 1994 meant that, in some cases, the 15-year period would end in December 2010.

"WorkCover agreed to this extension with the condition that the tanks be visually inspected by an authorised gas cylinder test station on or before its expiry date," Mr Rowley said last night.

Advanced Fuels Technology chief executive Sean Blythe said the main danger posed to tanks was from wear and tear due to heavy usage.

"The danger is some fatigue wear isn't picked up," he said.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Some Bonus COREY!


Friday, January 18, 2008

Aussie Woman - DON'T BLAME US!

Twice lately I have heard Aussie woman whinge and groan about Aussie men, all the good ones anyway, going and looking for wives from Asia.
One actually complained that "we have treated them so bad for so long, that they just aren't interested in us anymore. We have brought it on ourselves".


If nothing else, at least they have come down off their self-built pedestal and taken a good long HARD look at reality.


Western Society (Wake Up You Pityful Drones)

Well it didn't take long for the Corey jokes to appear in everyones inbox did it?
Yes, they were good for a chuckle. I mean this sort of ridiculousness is quite hilarious for those on a more mentally stable footing. It is a natural human thing to laugh at those less normal than ones self, or those you feel are beneath you.

But when the laughter stops, what are we left with? What do we have left?

Western society. This guy, who appears to be a complete tool, is pretty much a product of what western society has become.
Society has so many demands of you, pay your bills, spend lots of money, accept that your employer has little respect, get into endless debt on a house you never really own, ensure you are better than the person (often a relative or friend) who is standing next to you.

I constantly find it harder to relate to people from western society.
They don't know how to have fun, they just accept the fact that they are robotic drones working in the stinky confines of Australia's anus. Many have lives that primarily revolve around work-home-work-home-work-home. Their major worry in life being whether or not they have to pay a phone bill next week.
What a worthless and extremely pitiful existence to have to lead. Even more of a tragedy that they may actually die having known nothing more than this.

A friend once said to me that "Australia should be treated as a fuel stop (for money) between trips to better places".


Soiled Daks Moments #4

Monday, January 14, 2008

BIG W - Eastgardens!


To 'BIG W' for being the first business to be mentioned TWICE in the 'Fed Up Foamers' blog.
Yes it is a truly special business, well a truly special BAD business, that finds itself mentioned twice here. Obviously BIG W is doing something right when it comes to doing things wrong.
Now to be fair to all the other BIG W stores I think I should point out that this is solely aimed at the ridiculous excuse for a photographic lab that is part of the Eastgardens outlet.
Here they have at least 10 photo machines for getting prints done off your camera, memory cards and CD/DVDs. Yet most of the time, when you go to the effort to get there, the machines, all of them, are not working. Not just one or two, but the whole ten.

Various excuses are regularly given, oh yes machine is busted, computers are having problems, staff have been at lunch, or, my favourite, WE ARE TO BUSY AT THE MOMENT SO HAD TO CLOSE THEM DOWN.

I mean HELLO, as a regular traveller to third world countries in asia and user of their same photographic services, I can say that despite having a population far more in excess of ours that they don't seem to have to shut down the machines due too to much business.
A THIRD WORLD country has its act together, why can't BIG W Eastgardens?
In the past they have told me to ring first. I did this and yet still went there to find them closed and had a snotty older worker have a go at me for not being happy about it.
Said older worker, I presume he has some sort of supervisor role, then went on to whinge about all the customers on the top of his voice so people there could hear.

If you shop at Eastgardens and are a regular user of photo labs, I suggest the similarly priced one at K-MART downstairs. Sure it takes a while to find someone to serve you, but it happens a lot faster than the three days it takes for BIG Ws machines to be got up and going.
If indeed it is a problem with the machines, perhaps they should be doing something to rectify it. They are, afterall, a popular service and can't be considered not worthy of some investment.

Enemies Vs False Friendships!

Which is best?
Which is worst?
Some may say the later, but then on thinking about it, may wonder if it is not best to just know exactly where you stand with people?
Lets face it, people are mongrels. It takes a long time to find someone who genuinely cares about the feelings of those beyond their own special existence. There isn't many out there, so expect it to take a while until they are found.
In reality, you will likely never find one. It may be easier JUST TO GIVE UP THE SEARCH!

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Attractive but lazy!

Yes, best to save the 2 minutes it would take to walk across the Heathcote footbridge and risk the possibility of having ones self splattered from here to Otford in little grizzly bits.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

The plane The plane

Because some humanoids are into them apparently. All look the same to me, like Playboy bunnies.

Hornsby station celebrities!

A half senile old aunty once said to me that "if you stand on Hornsby station long enough you will see everyone you ever knew".

Silly old duck, what does she know. Even throwing her in the nursing home at Narrabri didn't shut her up, while the law prevented us from having her put down.

Anyway in an effort to prove her wrong I headed to Hornsby on new years eve. Three days later, completely starving and rather odourous in nature, I looked up through my gunk encrusted eyelids to see this famous person from earth history.

I suppose the ol duck may have been right, but as this took three days I suspect I would be a mouldy corpse before even getting to the third person I knew.


Graffiti Artist Scum

In other countries they are either locked up, hung or severly flogged.

Why don't we?

I mean, even a quick de-knackering would go a long way to deter these

people from their stupid brainless ways surely?

Today the Fedupfoamer is a pissedofffoamer.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

INTERMISSION! (A festive bonus)

Ticket, Please!

Five Englishmen boarded a train just behind five Scots, who, as a group had only purchased one ticket. Just before the conductor came through, all the Scots piled into the toilet stall at the back of the car. As the conductor passed the stall, he knocked and called "Tickets, please!" and one of the Scots slid a ticket under the door. It was punched, pushed back under the door, and when it was safe all the Scots came out and took their seats. The Englishmen were tremendously impressed by the Scots' ingenuity.

On the trip back, the five Englishmen decided to try this themselves and purchased only one ticket. They noticed that, oddly, the Scots had not purchased any tickets this time. Anyway, again, just before the conductor came through, the Scots piled into one of the toilet stalls, the Englishmen into the other. Then one of the Scots leaned out, knocked on the Englishmen's stall and called "Ticket, Please!" When the ticket slid out under the door, he picked it up and quickly closed the door.


Cow on the Track

A passenger train is creeping along, slowly. Finally it creaks to a halt. A passenger sees a conductor walking by outside.

"What's going on?" she yells out the window.

"Cow on the track!" replies the conductor.

Ten minutes later, the train resumes its slow pace.

Within five minutes, however, it stops again.

The woman sees the same conductor walk again.

She leans out the window and yells, "What happened? Did we catch up with the cow again?"

Attn Cityrail

Attn Cityrail,
A post NYE hurl up in them middle of the Campsie station steps is not appreciated by everyone.

BIG W - Beware Of Tents

Big W very generously gave some immense bargains on their tent range this year. I mean, we are talking a saving of $47 on the example we purchased, a 6 man tent of one of those weird modern designs.
Tent put up in the proper manner and not 5 hours latter, without so much as a snore, indeed we had not even entered the structure, one of the supporting poles snapped.
Great, we had to sleep outside on the grass.
Will Big W replace it or tell us to sod off.
Stay Tuned!

Marrickville: Australia's next tourist hotspot.

Well fans we are on the otherside of the piss up, I mean festive season and don't you feel better after downing all those VBs (or whatever beer of choice you consume).
Each year it is kind of customary to go in search of the cheapest grog. Sydney has some great specials, its just a matter of looking and finding exactly where those sales are.
Following a tip off of cheap meat, grog and other items your beloved 'Fedupfoamer' headed to Marrickville for a bargain or two.

Perhaps the fact the old lady in the car I followed took 12 minutes to front part a Laser should have been an indication to just return to the house of residence. Silly old crow couldn't park a small car in the space I could park a bleeding 44 class.
I mean I am not one to deny elderly people their freedom, but HELLO, there is a time when one must finally admit they have no place on public roads. Yes I know the advertisment, 'The roads are there to share', but is says nothing about morons.

The first thing you notice is the lovely smell on Illawarra Road, the lovely odour mix of, what seems to be, a mixture of rotten cat carcus and Malabar sewerge works, would put many a French perfume company to shame. The only relieve came during the brief moment one got to walk past the local fish shop, an experience of such delight one felt an urgent need to celebrate with an airline chuck bag.

But the true essence of a place can be gained from its people and Marrickville certainly had a whole range of them.

Mr Hairy Old Man was the first encounter, a lovely old bloke mumbling to himself as he scavenged through a Marrickville Road garbage in search of a major festive season bonus. About 5 minutes of foraging revealed a handsome reward in the shape of a quarter bottle of Gatorade and what appeared to be a discarded piece of meat pie.
Happy with his find he wandered up the street, obviously oblivious to the existence of water, soap or deodorant in the world.

Then there was the old lady who felt the urge to scream at people as she walked down the street. Not sure what the language was, but the hatred in her eyes was certainly clear.
Perhaps she had not been given that what she needed for many years, perhaps this is what was the cause of her problems.
Perhaps even, the hairy old man could be put to use in this area and thus revitalize her reason for being.

Ahhh yes, and so we are brought to my favourite. The absolutely obesese man with his pants down as he walks. Seems this chap's thrill is to fondle while looking at guys girlfriends, wives, daughters etc. When caught he hides his personal items behind a garbage bin and continues about his business.

I suppose, like any red blooded Aussie, you are now wondering whether the grog and meat was cheap enough to make enduring Marrickville a viable option.
Nope, far cheaper in Bankstown or Burwood where both also have very few perverts and the females are a LOT easier on the eye.

Happy New Year