I came across an interesting and extremely macho article about Australian cave diving on Vice News.

These caves are quite unique; as the article states:

“Most caves elsewhere in the world were formed when streams carved holes into ancient fault lines, but South Australia was a little weirder.

Photo By Vice News

“The middle Australian state is book ended by two huge sheets of limestone that formed under the sea. Then later, when the sea drained away, rain gnawed into the limestone to form sprawling networks of water-logged tunnels that disappear for kilometers into the guts of the Earth.”

These caves are out in the middle of nowhere – Photo By Vice News

Once these caves were discovered, the sport of Australian cave diving evolved to explore these caves.

After 11 divers died in a span of six years during the 1970s, the Cave Divers Association of Australia was formed to try and make it safer by kicking out the thrill seekers and suicide freaks.

Anyway, to read the article in it’s entirety, go here:

Cave Diving in the Nullarbor Is Like Floating in Space By Royce Kurmelovs

UPDATE: This dog was adopted Sunday, October 29th and went to a new home!

By the way, this beautiful, loyal and trustworthy dog is still available for adoption.

If you adopt him, he will not get executed.

This dog needs a home – he is an all-American, good ol’ non-terrorist dog!

October 2, 2015

I texted the Captain of the Westerly dive boat and asked if there was any way I could get on the boat tonight.

He replied, “No chance, boat is FULL.”

I waited too long to get my spot, as I wasn’t sure if I was over my illness or even had the money until just recently.

Well, I’m not going to do the break wall, and there are five and a half more months to catch lobsters, so I stopped by Timeless Pints where I met some friends for a beer or two, or three, or four.

I was asked if I wanted to go down to the Long Beach Aquarium for “Dive Night.”

A night dive?

Hell, yeah!

I went home and was picked up by my friends who were in an Uber car; I had my SCUBA gear with me.

Well, that’s when I found out that “Dive Night” is just a name, and there is no diving on “Dive Night.”

Well, what the hell else was I going to do?

A live band.

Storm Troopers.

Jelly fish.

The Long Beach Breakwater…

…at least I saw a lobster tonight.

I met this really hot chick who was a friend of my friends.

After several rounds of $8 beers, she begged me to come to her place and fuck her.

I found out from one of my friends that she is a little nutso and wants to get pregnant by anyone, so she can blame it on her fuck buddy that has a job and a nice house.

“She takes a needle and pokes holes in his condoms,” I was told.

After I stopped paying attention to her for 15 seconds, she was hanging on to some other guy, begging him to fuck her.

Why are nut jobs attracted to me?

Shark petting zoo.

I have no idea what this chick is doing.

The night ended without incident.

Talking to some people who went on the Westerly, some limited on the lobsters, most got one or two and a few got skunked.

The season is just starting… sorry for the lame Opening Night Lobster Report.