The house moving experience has been far too stressful…one thing I must share with you though is a fantastic new periodic table for those of you with a scientific leaning.
Monthly Archive for July, 2001
Moving house is an annoyance of the highest degree. After packing all my power leads and cables at the bottom of a very large box, I have finally got my pc working. I was looking forward to some emails from friends overseas, didn’t get ‘em but got this beauty. I have fallen foul of The Society for Proper Grammar in Blogs. Oh my God!
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To all regular readers…I sincerely apologise for my appalling use of the English language. I will endeavour to pick my act up. I have even gone as far as buying The Macquarie Concise Dictionary this morning at my local second hand book store. ; )
More later………….
Well, I don’t remember my dreams very often but I couldn’t help but remember last night’s neural effort. I was swimming accross a wide inlet with Vince Sorrenti, when I was attacked from beneath by a shark. I managed to fend the white pointer off with a rolled up newspaper. How that worked underwater I dunno! The biggest worry was that Vince Sorrenti was at my side helping me. Whoah! I might be forced to purchase some very strong sleeping tabs from the chemist tonight.
I haven’t eaten fast food for some years now. This afternoon I found out why. I wasted $5.40 on 2 pieces of chicken, a few strips of soggy potato and a can of Poopsi Cola. That’s right, I ate at KFC. I have never felt so glaggy in the mouth and depressed at wasting my hard earned cash on absolute shite! I suppose that it’s good to remind yourself every now and then of the plasticity/blandness of fast food. That way you don’t get tempted again very easily.
Four Corners got their story aired at last. Scandal..royal commision..senate inquiries….ahh, don’t we love it!
Just incase you thought that Australia had problems with the immigration issue…same story – different place (via nakedpope)
This weekend the Love Parade was held in Berlin. It’s interesting to read that a few big name DJ’s have sworn not to go near the event because of it’s commercial nature these days. Oh well. I have had a few friends of mine travel to the event and they report that they have never experienced anything like it.
Things are hotting up on the home front. This Friday we pick up the keys to our new house. As I’ve mentioned before, it will be a hard move – 10 doors up the street. Yipee!
As you may notice, I am not the worlds greatest web designer. The content also leaves alot to be desired at times. A list apart this week has an excellent guide to server side scripting. This time last year I would have laughed if somebody told me I’d have my own website and domain. Well here I am, with many thanks to the myriad of helpful sites out there. That Mr. Zeldman fella probably gave me more ideas than anyone else – and I’m still learning.
A very interesting site I found via Zeldman. Loaded with flash, and the content is quite thought provoking.
Jeffrey Archer gets locked up. Read this online petition (via linkmachinego)with regards to his incarceration.
The stark realisation of my addiction to nicotine smacked me in the face this morning. My car cig. lighter is broken and led me to lose my temper simply because I couldn’t find a cigarette lighter while driving. Not a good thing to do while driving at 100kph on the Tullamarine Freeway. I regularly chastise anti-smokers, but feel I really do need to give up the filthy habit. The most worrying development was the fact that after I had located a lighter on the floor under my feet, I lit my smoke and slowed down a bit, instantly satisfied. I shouldn’t need a fix to tame my temper.
Why the bloody hell do drivers licence photos look so ordinary? The same goes with passport photos. I have been carrying this pic (below) in my wallet for the last 2 years and will be happy to renew my licence this October. To me, this photograph does not represent my true appearance. My skin is too white, my fringe is too square, argggh!! It almost looks like someone’s beaten the shit out of me with a log.
It normally takes the authority concerned ( vicroads) 5 minutes to print up a new licence while-u-wait. I reckon half that time is used by some git digitally altering the appearance of the image. Apparrently people residing in WA (Western Australia) have the option of not having their photo appear on a driver licence. I like that idea.
Genoa ‘eh! A city is isolated beacause of fear of protest. Strange. I find it amusing that bureaucrats label protesters as hindering the process of reducing the spread of poverty, disease etc.
If you are lucky enough to be able to read this, chances are that you are one of the lucky few that have money, food, permanent housing and an education. Not many people appreciate what they have and how lucky they are to have it. Personally, I hope the G8 and it’s willing participants get their pants ripped off and paraded through the closest piazza with wax being dripped upon their genitalia.
Attempts by world leaders to show leadership, with their imperialiastic gatherings, are quickly being seen as fraudulent. Politicians, as we all well know by now, only represent the loudest, richest and most influential in society. What does that say about the people that vote for them?
And the world will keep spinning…which way though?
So, The Breeders aren’t far away from releasing a new album. I’m so out of touch with music news. I received this exciting news via plasticbag. Somebody has to have their finger on the pulse I suppose. Feeling for a pulse isn’t one of my strong points (??).
Hahahahahahah! A phobia list. Among my favourites:
- Francophobia – fear of French culture.
- Genuphobia – fear of knees. Now that would be a hassle.
- Oneirogmophobia – fear of wet dreams.
- Pogonophobia – fear of beards.
- Chronomentrophobia – fear of clocks.
Aww heck, just go to the site and have a look around. I wasn’t aware that there was so much to be afraid of.
My daily grumblings have been sparse lately. Sorry, but there’s a little too much going on at the moment. My housemate and I have scored a great rental house just 10 doors up from our present house. How good is that going to be? It’ll have limited removal van expenses anyway. I can just see the neighbours’ faces as I carry my queen size bed (in pieces) down the footpath. My blog updates may increase in regularity now that the hassle of finding decent accomodation has been sorted out.
Do you feel like knowing what the hell’s flying above your head several hundred km’s up. Have a look at this. Wait a few seconds for the applet to pop-up. It certainly makes you wonder how the bloody heck humans can risk orbiting the earth without bumping into a big chunk of aluminium foil or a few solar panels.
Hmm! It’s American beer month. (via nakedpope) That reminds me of that old joke….Why is sex in a canoe and American beer similar? Because there both fucking close to water! Sorry, I won’t use this blog to tell anymore lame jokes. I promise.
I found out last night that a good friend and cricketing colleague of mine (Ritchie Ramone) has just bought the licence to run the TOTE. What is a TOTE? I hear you scream. Well, it’s a pub and probably one the best known live music venues in Melbourne. The fact that Ritchie will be running a pub might be dangerous for my belly. It may be possible that I frequent the establishment a tad too much with the hope of some ‘cheap drinks’. At least he’s not going to turn it into apartments or a café. Inner suburban gentrification has claimed too many good drinking holes lately.
Beijing ‘eh! Good on ‘em I say. I can’t wait for the Chinese version of H.G and Roy.
As I type I am listening to Richmond play Port Adelaide in the AFL. I could have watched it live on tele except for a few toffs (Rugby Union players) running around at Stadium Australia. Of course nothing will beat last weekend when the dimwits at Channel 7 decided to juggle Rugby, Australian Rules and Cricket at the same time. Argh!
I regularly read of bloggers getting into their latest computer games. Fuck that. I am a GALAGA man. C’mon, have a go at the best compuer game ever made!
It’s no wonder England has had so many race related incidents lately. Nongs like this make the world hard to live in.
Day one of the house hunt begins today. I’m disappearing for a while in 5 days so things have to move quick!
Shit!
Have just been given 60 days to vacate our very homely house. Just when you’ve settled in – the friggin’ landlord decides she is going to move her young ‘uns in here instead. The lease was expiring in two months anyway. Oh well. At least they have been nice about it all and we can choof off whenever we find another house. As long as we give 14 days notice. I wish I had a spare $300 000. Until I have that sum, I am destined to remain rental scum.
I have to keep telling myself – change is good, change is good, change is natural, change is good. Fiona (my housemate) is moving with me as we both cannot be bothered having to find trustworthy people to share with all over again. Besides, we are comfortable with each others disgusting/annoying habits. I smoke in the house when it’s rainy or cold. To balance that, Fiona never cleans up her dirty dishes. We both never clean the bathroom and both have trouble keeping the living room clear of personal effects and (worn) underwear. We also have the worst garden in the street – considering we both work in the Horticultural industry, that is surprising. Oh well!
If you’ve got a spare 10 minutes read this. It’s a tourist’s view of Australia.(well – an English tourist!). Have a good read of the Noosa bit. My Brisbane friends might find this very funny.
Huh? Via grouse comes this…...the carthedral.
What is a dot com type anyway?
One of my little gripes lately is all the hype about ‘invasion of privacy’. Most people who value their anonymnity quite rightly feel worried by the amount of data held with regards to personal online behaviour. Personally I am not the slightest bit concerned. As long as I am not bombarded with unsolicited commercial emails I don’t give a toss what someone makes of my online behaviour. Quite frankly, I don’t know what an outsider would make of my clicking. Most of the sites I visit are non-commercial (ie.blogs) and generally I will not visit a site with gross amounts of commercial content.
The only thing we all have to worry about is if our private behaviour patterns are used against us – to persecute personal beliefs or preferences. If someone wants to read my email they’d be wasting their time more than anything. What would they be reading? Love letters, stupid jokes, details of my cricket club commitee meetings, a collection of mpeg files that could make Funniest Home Videos seem insipid… the list goes on. I do care about invasion of privacy, but I suppose I haven’t become a victim of anything heinous yet. Maybe I will change my mind in time.
I have tried to watch waaaaaay too much sport this weekend. Saw Pat Rafter beat Agassi and listened to the ledgendary ABC coverage of the 1st Test. Those English commentators crack me up. They are just so brutally honest and over descriptive on every aspect of the game.
Here’s some excellent Wimbledon links. Get some new undies ready! Preferably brown ones.
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