Wincing in pain, Finn knew he couldn’t ignore this mishap. His usual remedy of ice packs and hopeful ignorance wouldn’t cut it this time. After a restless night spent tossing on what felt like a bed of nails, he conceded to seeking professional help. His quest for relief led him to explore everything to know about shoulder arthroscopy. Through whispered tales and online forums, he discovered this minimally invasive procedure could be the magic trick he needed to vanish his pain.
His research unveiled a beacon of hope. What seemed to be the best shoulder injury specialist based near Melbourne had glowing reviews, with testimonials praising their knack for fixing even the most stubborn of shoulder woes. Finn was intrigued. Could this be the solution he sought?
Determined, Finn made his way through the city’s maze, a journey filled with hope and a dash of apprehension. Upon meeting the specialist, he was greeted with a warmth that melted his fears away. They spoke of arthroscopy with such enthusiasm, it sounded like an adventure – one Finn was now eager to embark on.
The day of the procedure arrived, and Finn, clad in a hospital gown, felt like a knight ready for battle, albeit a rather unconventional one. The operation was a success, and the recovery process, though challenging, was aided by the specialist’s expert guidance.
Months later, Finn returned to his stage, his shoulder restored, and his spirit alight with gratitude. He had a new trick up his sleeve – a tale of resilience, a journey through pain, and the magic of modern medicine.
]]>I grew up in New Zealand for most of my life, but moved to Australia in my twenties. I still miss New Zealand everyday but I love the life I’ve built for myself here. I’m a musician and I feel that Australia has much more to offer people who want a career in music. The goal is to eventually make it to America, but one step at a time. I aim to conquer Australia first. The music I make is what is known as 80s ‘AOR’. It’s not exactly super popular, but I am noticing a huge resurgence in this genre. I do not make music for fame or popularity. I make it because I love it. If other people happen to like my music too, then I’m glad to be able to share it with them.
In my time here, I have discovered the highest-rated tattoo shop local to Brisbane and constantly find myself browsing their website and visiting their shop to look at their tattoos. I haven’t had a tattoo done in over fifteen years, and even still, the tattoos I currently have are nothing too impressive. I just have a few small pieces and some calligraphy. As I come to celebrate my ten years in Australia, I am thinking more and more about getting another tattoo. I’m considering making a booking with a tribal tattooist and getting a huge tribal piece on my chest to commemorate my heritage and where I am from. It’s quite common for New Zealanders to have tattoos of their tribe. Personally, not only is it a celebratory thing for me, it’s also because I absolutely love the artwork.
This artist is based in the shop I visit each day. It’s quite coincidental that I found this artist online, and that this whole time I’ve actually been admiring their artwork in that shop I keep visiting without even realising. To me, it’s a sign that this is the artist I need to go with.
That was the most uncomfortable meeting I have ever been in. It started normally enough, with Boss Wizard proposing his plan to avoid getting caught for some, let’s say, interesting tax schemes. In the end, he went on quite a rant about how he can’t hire a small business accountant to help out because the golem factory is too big now. I’m starting to think that this guy has lost the plot. We make billions of gold coins every year. Why can’t we just pay our taxes normally and give the employees a livable wage? It shouldn’t be that hard.
I get it – he’s frustrated that he can’t find a small business tax accountant offering service near Melbourne, who is also willing to consider us a small business despite having over 100 employees. Would it be that much harder to hire someone who can actually do our taxes and have them work here? I don’t think it would. How we have possibly managed this long without a chief financial officer leaves me befuddled. Heck, we could just get an outsourced CFO and the whole problem would resolve itself. We are big enough that we should probably have a dedicated CFO, but that’s neither here nor there. It certainly isn’t any of my business.
Honestly, I’m just glad that Boss Wizard didn’t start shooting fireballs everywhere at the end of the meeting. It took weeks to repair the factory last time he did that. I know he loves casting fireballs, but it’s pretty reckless in a place like this. Everyone here could have countered the spell with our own magic, but that is a pretty quick way to get fired. When Boss Wizard is mad, you just have to let him vent. Unfortunately, at the end of the financial year, he gets mad pretty often.
Golems Inc. may not be the safest, nor the most fun, nor the best paying place to work. But hey, at least it is always interesting.
]]>I’ve been wanting to make a tribute video for someone very special to me, who I recently lost. It’s hard losing someone who was such an important part of your life, so it is important to do whatever you can to hold onto the memories you shared with them. I never want to forget Charles. He was possibly the most influential person in my life when I was a child. Watching over me while I slept, coming with me to school (although he wasn’t allowed inside) and taking care of me at sleepovers. Charles really was that important to me.
Of course, Charles was my stuffed bear. I recently lost him to my father, who decided that, as a nineteen-year-old woman, I was too old to be carrying my stuffed teddy bear everywhere I went. Dad took Charles one night and threw him into the fire, then drove to the nearest mountain and tossed the ashes off it. Thanks a lot, dad. I’ll never forgive you for this.
So yeah, I have to think of some way to honour the great life Charles lived. He leaves behind a loving wife and three children, who my twelve-year-old brother is taking care of. I’m thinking that some sort of animation might be best. Mrs Charles has given me access to the inheritance, so money is no problem for me. I’m thinking I might find a 2D animation company that can help me make a wonderful video tribute. That would be really nice for the service, I think.
I have also been asked to give the eulogy, so I’m thinking this animation could play behind me while I speak. Now I just need to find a good video production company for Melbourne animation, and I need one that can get the job done quickly. The service is only a few days away. It is really important that we send Charles off in the right way, and give us all the proper chance to grieve. Of course, none of this would be necessary if not for my crazy father. Unsurprisingly, he thinks this whole thing is insane. Well, he caused it, so make of that what you will.
– Cynthia
]]>I can’t believe my dad is being so difficult about this. Well, I suppose I should be able to believe it. I should have seen this coming, really. He’s always been a stubborn mule, unable to accept that he’s getting a bit older and might need some help. What else would you expect from a professional daredevil? The guy thinks he’s invincible. Just because he’s Darus ‘Courage’ Johnson, he can do whatever he wants, even when he’s now getting toward retirement age? His body has taken a fair beating, just as his car, Bessie, has. He needs some support if he doesn’t want to be moving into an aged care facility soon. Every time I bring up getting some bathtub modifications for seniors, he covers his ears and starts singing old nursery rhymes. It’s infuriating!
Like, I get it, retiring from the daredevil game has been tough for him. He doesn’t get to hear the roar of the crowd or enjoy thousands of people chanting his name. He’s courage personified. Courage personified doesn’t need adjustments to his bathroom to help him. But he lives alone, and I really don’t want him to injure himself. Why can’t he see that I just want what’s best for him? If that means I find a business offering bath modifications near Sydney to help him out, then I’m going to keep pushing for it. Eventually, I’ll get through to him.
Maybe I can just trick him into getting bathtub modifications. How would I go about that? Could I say that he’s won a competition and pay for it myself? No, he’d see right through that. What if they weren’t modifications for seniors at all, but instead ‘futuristic upgrades’ to make his bathroom seem more like something from a hundred years from now? I’m not sure that one will work either. Well, I’m sure I’ll think of something eventually. If you have any ideas, feel free to get in touch and let me know.
– Sam Johnson
]]>I’ve been playing a lot of Minimon Go lately. Remember that crazy fad from about five years ago? I was really into it, as a long time Minimon fan, for about two weeks. Then I realised that the core mechanics were just so different to an actual Minimon game that it was Minimon in name only. They could have put in completely new monsters, but they’d chosen Minimon because of the brand recognition. So yeah, that didn’t last too long for me, but there’s this whole big community of people who still play it.
About a month ago, my friend Bailey told me that I should get back into it. With the latest updates, it’s more fun than ever. I was sceptical but decided to give it a go. He knew that I’m a big fan of steel monsters, and pitched it to me saying there are more of them than ever. This time, I’ve gone into it with the attitude that I’m going to be a steel gym boss, which is pretty much my dream. I’ve captured the virtual gym at a steel fabricator business close to Melbourne because that’s obviously the best place for me to run a steel-themed team. The real problem is that I barely ever leave my home, so I don’t get much of a chance to capture a variety of Minimon.
I’ve made a habit of going for a run past the local metal suppliers. Near Melbourne, there are plenty of steel Minimon, but I live quite far from the city. At this steel fabricator (a different one to where I’ve set up my gym), there are plenty of Minimon made of metal, so I’ve based my team on those. My girlfriend and I are planning a trip to a quarry later this month, where I should be able to capture even more steel Minimon. It’ll be fun, as long as we don’t get caught trespassing!
]]>I’m starting to get worried about my job. By extension, I’m quite worried about my life. You see, in the year 3015, if you aren’t contributing to our society—run by the alien invaders of 2758—you get terminated. I can’t afford to be terminated. Apparently, it really hurts and then you stop existing. I’m not really sure what I’ve been doing wrong at work, but I overheard my boss asking one of the alien overlords something chilling. “How do I terminate a casual employee?” There aren’t many casuals at this pyramid-building business, so I’m worried that he was talking about me. I really don’t want to be terminated! There are a lot of ways my boss could do it, and they would all suck. I remember Zanfar, who had his insides turned to outsides. Then there was Trance, who got gooped. And, of course, Bob, who was pushed into a volcano to appease the angry lava beast.
That’s why I’m writing this blog post. I once read in a history book that you could get professional HR consulting in the Melbourne area, back in the 21st century. So, I’ve used the time travel blogger extension on my browser to send this post back to the past, in the hopes that someone can give me some HR advice. How can I avoid termination? I really like living and wish to continue doing it. I feel like my job performance has been pretty good lately, so is there something I can do to prove myself and avoid an untimely demise? Obviously, you aren’t aware of all our worker laws in the 31st century, so I’m just looking for some general advice that might be handy.
I’d really appreciate it if you could get back to me as soon as possible. The boss said something about the termination being due for next week, so I don’t have much time left! Help, HR people! You’re my only hope!
]]>It was on this third day of wandering that Piney came across an old house, which looked only moderately haunted. Dried out from the sun, the mad pineapple sought shelter within the house. It only took a few minutes before the ghosts within approached Piney, asking what was wrong. He explained how the bugs had caused him to crash his flying boat. The ghosts (which were not delusions of Piney’s tired and mad mind) agreed with Piney’s claims of a great bug conspiracy. They had an old car in the house’s garage, which, along with their spare boat latch, Piney could borrow in order to return to Melbourne. There, he would be able to reveal the bug conspiracy and save the world. The ghosts even knew about an order of modern knights who would be willing to fight the evil bugs, if Piney could convince them.
And like that, Piney was off, driving the old car which the ghosts had kindly offered him, with no interest on the payment, either. Unfortunately, in his complete madness, Piney forgot to collect his boat from the crash site, returning to Melbourne boatless.
]]>Does anybody know whether you can buy metal spikes at the hardware store? I need some for my latest rock outfit, perfect for when I go to a concert later this week. You see, I really like to dress the part of a hardcore rocker, wearing leather jackets adorned with pieces of metal. I’ve got these awesome star earrings, a set of totally ripped jeans and some black sunglasses that make me look super cool. To step it up to the next level, though, I’m going to need some spikes. I’m willing to make my own if I have to, but first I need to find a hardware store close to Bayside that can help me out. If I can just get some metal that could be fashioned into spikes, which I’ll glue onto my clothing, I’ll be all set.
What I really love about going to a hardcore rock band’s concert is how carried away in the music and the crowd you can get. When I’m there, sometimes I feel like a cow shouting at the top of its lungs. Have you ever heard a cow shout? It’s super loud. And then when the whole crowd gets going, it’s like a thousand cows shouting into the night. It’s a great vibe if you like listening to cows shout and having your eardrums burst.
I actually really love going to the hardware store, so it shouldn’t be too hard for me to find a place that can help me get some spikes. Last week I was there for some painting supplies, at a Cheltenham hardware store. For timber, I chose a hardware store on the other side of town. It’s a bit of a distance from my place, but they provide high-quality wood for a great price. I wonder if they’ll give me a good deal on metal spikes as well? I suppose it couldn’t hurt to ask and see what they have to offer. Yeah, I’ll start there. To the timber hardware shop, I go!
]]>Did you ever play that old boxing game on the Nine-Ten-Doe We console? My family got super into it when the console came out. We would have big boxing tournaments and play for hours at a time. That’s probably why I have gotten into boxing as an adult. It shouldn’t really be a surprise, given I’ve put countless hours into my physical fitness. Even when we went on family holidays, and my little sisters would be out on a blow-up boat, I’d be with dad, practising my fighting skills. As soon as I was old enough, I started going to a boxing gym in the Brisbane CBD. I haven’t looked back ever since, except to reminisce about the We Do Sports game.
After a big boxing session at the gym, I always like to finish it off by eating a lemon. No, I don’t put it with anything. I just grab a lemon from my backpack and bite into it like an apple. The rind used to be pretty gross, but I’ve gotten used to it now. I don’t even squint at the lemon’s sourness anymore. I’ve totally gotten used to it. In fact, nothing really tastes that sour anymore. If I want to get a hit of sourness, I pretty much have to eat citric acid, which I have done a few times. I’ve heard that lemons are good for your recovery, which is why I do that. Soon, though, I’m going to start at a Muay Thai boxing gym for training, and I think I’ll need something much stronger. Maybe hot sauce, or ghost peppers if I’m feeling really daring. The extra sweat will help me keep fit as well.
Even though I’m training to be a professional boxer, I do still enjoy the odd game of We Box on the Nine-Ten-Doe. Sometimes my sisters even manage to beat me, now that they’re teenagers. I used to wipe the floor with them when they were kids. Those were good times.
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