Well, today marks the end of the first month of tamesapien.com. I must admit that there is nothing too exciting here just yet and the design leaves alot to be desired. I will rectify the situation very, very soon. I’m not content with my daily drivel here either.
I have oceans of thoughts and opinions to post up here but the creative fluids are trapped within an annoyingly cluttered and busy brain. Work, university, sexual frustration…they add up after a while, especially the last one. One morning I just know I am going to wake up and find the doona/duvet glued to the ceiling. Probably not a good image created there, but it’s the truth. Awful truth.
Wow, Victoria is named the safest state in Australia. Phuramph!! Try telling that to the average video recorder or CD collection. Those poor consumer items are wearing the brunt of the new breed of un-hardened criminals who ‘burgle’ instead of ‘beat.’ That is a good thing though in an outré kind of way.
Anyhow, for those readers (Bea and Jo) in London. Don’t feel so bad. Melbourne is miserable, cold and wet. I might as well be over there transforming myself into a pasty, white pom as well.
By the way, I have discovered once more the joys of jetsetting. My sister regularly gets weekend trips from Melbourne to various Asian destinations as part of her cushy travel related occupation. She has been getting me 50 gram packs of roll-your-own tobacco for a mere $3 each instead of the normal $18 a pack. Duty free, what would I do without it. Who says smokers don’t pay for their hospital bills. A 600% tax on tobacco seems to make up for it. Pity I don’t have to pay it for the next 8 months. Bummer!
This is funky. Pop meets politics. (via notsosoft.com)
Thirty days hath September, April, June and November. All the rest have thirty-one..blah di blah di frickin’ blah. I have a dentist (who has a receptionist) who obviously didn’t learn that lttle ditty at primary school. My electronically generated appointment card which I recieved last month states that my next visit is due on Thursday the 1st of June 2001. Hmmm.
I’d better get cracking and design a better looking site or I’ll be lambasted by these fellows. If you’ve got Photoshop please design me a tamesapien.com masthead gif for the mainpage. 400 by 100px would be nice. C’mon someone out there give me a hand. A 700ml bottle of something delivered anywhere for your efforts.
I know it’s old news, but what the hell is happening on the west coast of the US? Not enough electricity to go around? I know, go nuclear.
As for this ‘first true love’ meme, as started by plasticbag.org and ember.org – I dunno. I remember being very smitten with the chick on the cartoon ‘G-Force’ though. I must have been 10 or 11 years old. Yeah, that was my first true love.
I have just found a site with my first true love on it. ‘Princess‘ from ‘G-Force.’
Echelon in the news ‘eh! I quite like making it easy for them with this blog. Maybe the NSA could make a television show about the private lives of human beings all over the world. They would be able to play their late night drunken mobile phone calls and show intercepted fax’s of arse cheeks and the like. Now that would be ‘reality’ television.
Having not had this site up for long, I am surprised to be added to the virulent memes blog link list. The link to this blog has a pop up box that says, ‘He’s just revving up. Be gentle.’ Huh? (grumble grumble). I suppose it’s fitting I’m put on that link list, as VM was one of the first blogs I visited regularly about a year ago and also one of the few blogs that made me want to start doing it myself.
I hope Graham isn’t too offended by me drawing inspiration from him!
Was given a Myer voucher by my mother last week. Went to buy some CD’s last Saturday and ran away – scared by Myer’s music section in the Melbourne CBD. They were, of course, playing a Vanessa Amorosi song which was crankin’. I think I was the only soul not strolling the aisles to the beat of ‘Absolutely Everybody’. Needless to say I made a hasty retreat to menswear and bought a belt. $29.95 down and $70.05 to go. Thanks Mum.
Won’t be much of a weekend. I have lots of study to do for University. Bugger. I did make time to watch the boring bombers on tele tonight. Shit Essendon are a boring side to watch.
For those of you who can read or speak Spanish, check this blog out – Pure Vida!
Are youliving in a rogue state? virulent memes is a rogue state in itself, but anyway, listen to a BBC World Service (Agenda) interview with Noam Chomsky. Credible critic or demon? I suggest he is a credible critic. Am I wrong?
Noam Chomsky. Credible critic or demon?
‘I hate those mices to pieces’. My humble abode has a small commune of toast(er) loving mice living in it. I went to put two slices of bread in the toaster this morning and a mouse jumped out, scaring the bejesus out of me. So, what else do you do but get online and understand their behavioural patterns and formulate military like tactics in order to rid the scourge that lives just under the floorboards.
I ended up getting 4 mousetraps, not special ones, just the old standard spring and lever stuck onto a piece of crappy pine. Whammo! 7pm and the first casualty has been claimed using part of a chickens arse end as bait. I’ll leave him there overnight (beside the fridge) so his mates can see him and get the idea that they aren’t wanted. Just like the good ‘olde’ days huh? Stick the head on a pole and parade it around the market square.
Somehow I might look like a bit of a pillock dancing around with a mouse head on a twig in my local maket square.
As you can see my life is filled with excitement.
I am 69% internet pure, that is, my personality is 31% internet. Do the test yourself. I thought I was low on the ‘Internet Pure’ scale until I read this.
Glorious. Melbourne is at it’s dreary best tonight. Cold, showery and (to me anyway) perfect. My friends in Brisbane always scoff at me when I mention weather. I get the usual comments thrown at me ie. ‘How could you live in that cold weather?’ or ‘Why did you move from the tropics to a dreary temperate city?’. I dunno, maybe it’s because I like being exposed to seasons. I feel more human when the world around me changes on four distinct occasions each year.
Me gusta escuchar la musica de Fiona Apple. Don’t worry amigos. I haven’t gone all girly with my music. I still listen to off-beat and alt. tunes. But this young lass is very,very good at what she does.
Woo hah! It’s budget night tonight in Australia. Well, really it’s ‘lets keep the marginalised voters happy until the election’ night tonight. I wonder what goodies will get thrown towards pensioners, unemployed and low-paid workers. Why do these mugs that run our country wait until an election year to help people in need. I think we all know why.
I can just see my father up there in Brisbane. Glasses on the end of his nose, legs crossed with a notepad and pencil in front of him. He is most likely waiting for the government to raise the price of beer so he can have an excuse to throw his foam brick at the television. In case you are wondering, foam bricks are a must for any living room. They are fantastic to chuck at televisions, annoying visitors and pets that pee on the legs of sofas (that’s my problem…sorry).
For the lucky few that read this – I have almost finished the rest of the site. It will be up within a fortnight. I am expecting some law suits to land on my doorstep. Nothing too controversial, just loads of embarrassing pics of friends from the years gone by. God help anyone who has ever lived with me. He he he he…
Argh! I think I have overdosed on Italian food this last weekend. I reckon that if I had some bathroom scales I would bust them. Not kidding you, I estimate that around 5kg of pasta has made it’s way through my digestive tract in the last 3 days.
For a good laugh visit this site. If you’ve ever been to Japan or had a Japanese friend you will find this interesting.
Busy Busy Busy. Too busy to even spend time on this site.
Went to the footy today. Saw Carlton play Brisbane at Princes Park (now known as Optus Oval). What a boring day. Last year I went to every Richmond game here in Melbourne. This year after 8 rounds (64 games) I have only ventured to the football twice. Such is my satisfaction with the game. It’s now like a netball or basketball game – limited contact, the ball travels from one end to the other after each score and the atmosphere is unbelievably sterile. Cops and security guards silence any bloke who starts getting emotional and calling out loudly.
RIP AFL.