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CSI suburbia

I was gonna do them tomorrow, I swear.

I was gonna do them tomorrow, I swear.

Do you live in fear of dying in suspicious circumstances? Not so much because of death itself, but what crime scene investigators would find in your home?

It'd all start at your computer. Once they've bagged the hair from your shower plug and dusted doorknobs for 'partials', the cops always crack open your laptop to see what creepy stuff you've been Googling.

All I'll say of my own internet browsing history is there are cookies on my computer from perfectly legal, adult websites – which I'd still hate my mum to be told about. Then there's the artfully crude, anatomically impossible emails to up-themselves media types that are sitting in my Outlook draft folder unsent.

Possible suspects? Nah.

No need to discuss what the swabs from my laptop keyboard might also turn up.

Moving right along, my bed would keep a whole team of coppers, wearing pale blue latex gloves, occupied for half their shift. They'd bring in a botanist because of the exotic collection of grains and seeds scattered in my sheets.

"Ah, looks like we've got a bed-eater," would say the head of forensics.

I'm not big on plates. I thus opt for unprotected mastication in bed and because I like everything from a stodgy multi-grain to a hearty caraway-crusted black rye, a naked bottom can emerge from my sheets looking like a MasterChef mystery box challenge.

That gelatinous, off-white glob on the doona? Low-fat yoghurt. The fearful burgundy streak across one pillow? Mixed berries. The vapouring brown stain on the mattress? Scotch (but we've covered that in a previous post).

Meticulous buggers they are, Forensic Services would next move to my bathroom, where I'm guessing my toilet looks something like yours. When visitors are expected, my bowl is truly "super". On an off-week, however, the commode looks at home in a hospital for the criminally inaccurate.

Of course, those nosey coppers would then catalogue my medicine cabinet and find the herpes medication, the anti-depressants and the tube of French stretch mark cream left by my ex - which would sure puzzle them.

"Ah-ha!" another would exclaim from the hallway, having spotted smears of blood on the carpet ... until a canny dog-owning constable recognised the tell-tale patterns of a menstruating pooch.

The hall cupboard would eventually reveal a bizarre multi-speed-vibrating sex toy (with remote control) a PR firm sent me years ago. It's never been used (promise) except when I stuffed it into the back of a teddy to amuse my daughter as it moon-walked across the kitchen.

The recycling bin would also be illustrative, either filled to the brim with beers you drink with fruit, Irish whisky or Islay single malts - but at least I recycle my takeaway coffee cups, you judgmental bastards.

Eventually, they'd get to my iPod where there's actually two Captain & Tennille songs, Tusk by Fleetwood Mac and an inexplicable number of Living Colour albums.

Of course, by then, they'd have located my mobile phone, and an eliminatory check of the last dialled numbers would solve the mystery of my passing. 

I'd have been on hold to Telstra for 67 straight hours waiting to get my internet reconnected and died of shame I'd ever swapped plans.

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8 comments so far

  • "Why on Earth has he got two garbage bins full of coffee beans?"

    Luckily they're almost empty now...

    Date and time
    July 09, 2013, 11:31AM
    • "Why is there a tomahawk on top of crates of what look like fans staves? And look at how much food is in this place!"
      "Zombie Apocalypse nut"
      "How to you explain all those clothes"
      "Snappy dresser. Matching shoes and handbag and frock is important when hunting Zombies."

      I must remember to not leave too much half consumed booze bottles in the house.

      Date and time
      July 11, 2013, 5:37PM
      • Yeah, pretty sure it'd be something like this:

        "OMG it's like a Jackson Pollock painting"

        Also, I must've been eating a lot of brown cement, lately, because it takes a lot of scrubbing to remove it from the bowl. So much so that I try to wait until I'm at the gym or work before unleashing poomageddon.

        Date and time
        July 11, 2013, 9:29PM
        • hahaha. ahhhhhhh. Bender, you're disgusting.

          Date and time
          July 12, 2013, 3:46PM
      • I actually just don't want my mother in my house after I die. My god - how to explain some of the things I own???

        Date and time
        July 12, 2013, 3:37AM
        • Too many beer bottles. "What a bogan piss head". Good thing we don't need slightly moist porn mags and videos anymore.

          Date and time
          July 12, 2013, 7:11AM
          • If you decided to go with Telstra out of choice then your death would be kind of like Darwinism at work.

            I seemingly had no choice. I was forced to go with them because all the other service providers said only Telstra would be able to get me the Internets. After some mammoth efforts to avoid the life sucking labyrinth of Telstra customer service I decided to bite the bullet and submit an application.

            This was the biggest mistake made since they tried to invade mother Russia.

            In the last five months I've now spent more time talking to Telstra reps than I've spent talking to my wife, mother and all of my friends, imaginary and real, put together. They've charged me for activation fees, delivery fees and late fees and my internet still hasn't been connected. They accidentally cancelled my phone account and then charged me a cancellation fee. They admit to this error in one phone call and then charged me a late fee on the cancellation fee in the next bill!

            I have multiple reference numbers with multiple 'customer support' knuckleheads assuring me that the charges were all mistakes and will be waived. Then the next bill comes through a month later with additional charges piled on top and another late fee stuck to it for good measure.

            For a telecommunications company they are pretty appalling at communicating or retaining information.


            the rest of your post was also interesting.

            Date and time
            July 12, 2013, 2:28PM
            • Thank you TC, I haven't laughed out loud for a long time - that long time would be the time since I've moved house and have had (or haven't had) my Internet and phone with Telstra! I could probably bore you with the details but I just can't face the pain! Suffice it to say that I have new friends in such far flung call centres as India, Philippines,Adelaide and possibly even Borneo. After a few months of this you loose the will to live - I'm opening a vein as we speak!

              Date and time
              July 13, 2013, 9:06PM

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