There’s a few ‘best of/worst of’ lists circulating at the end of this gregorian calendar year. I only have one ‘best of’ and that is that Sports Tonight on 10 stopped using New Order’s 60 miles an hour for going to advert breaks. It’s the little things that keep me happy. Merry new year everyone. I have to get to bed early so I can teach my other half how to drive a manual car in the early daylight hours. Y’see, tomorrow is a very quiet day on the roads. Only drunks and learners are out there. A bad mix.
Anyhow, I’m off to watch Richard Wilkins make a useless cunt of himself getting another new years eve countdown wrong. Just joking…except for the Richard Wilkins being a cunt thing. ‘Scuse the use of the C word. They should have me hosting new years shows as I have a fascination with time.
How about a Julian Calendar MT plug-in.
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So much for spending a little time trying to get this site looking alright. I’ve had a week off and not even turned my computer on once. My email was clogged up with four MBs of pictures of my mother’s new cat and stupid e-cards from people who I haven’t heard from in several years. There were only two spam comments to clean out of the blog too which is pretty good for one week.
I hope everyone that takes 10 seconds out of their time to read this blog has had a few good days off over the last week or so. I know I have emerged from my short break about 5kg heavier and with a newfound distaste for beer (don’t worry, it’ll only be for a fortnight).
I would like to draw attention to two pictures. A snap of John Howard and one of the freaky mad doctor guy from Southpark. I think his name is Mephisto.
In the words of that bloke who pokes and wrestles Crocodiles…CRIKEY!
Naom Chomsky has an article up on alternet entitled Dictators R Us. It’s a pretty good article and summarizes all that I think about all this Iraq crap at the moment, especially this little tract of text :
Who would expect that the United States would ever permit an independent Iraqi government to exist? Especially now that Washington has reserved the right to set up permanent military bases there, in the heart of the world’s greatest oil-producing region, and has imposed an economic regime that no sovereign country would accept, putting the country’s fate in the hands of Western corporations.
Old man Saddam is locked up now. I suppose that’s good. The world is always a better place without madmen like him but really, what’s the point of putting him on trial? We all know what will happen. Maybe the CIA could consider moving him to an Australian outback watch-house where he will mysteriously hang himself. It happens all the time here. I just hope any trial is done with an open door policy. By that I mean that courtroom antics can be freely reported by the press. Saddam might give us some interesting information on where exactly all his weapons and biological agents came from. My bet is that he’ll die in custody within the next year or so.
By the way, have a look at this picture. Is that Donald Rumsfeld shaking Saddam Hussein’s hand? Old buddies!
The hatred of urban four wheel drives is reaching new heights. Here’s a few hunded photos of people giving the one fingered salute to 4x4s.
I had a quick look at schoolfriends.com.au this evening for the first time in 2 years and wondered what really has become of the people I went to school with. There’s loads of lies on that frigging site I can tell you that much. One fellow that I thought was the biggest dweeb (I wasn’t a bully, I kept those thoughts to myself) is now working for the US air force in the field of aerospace medicine. Whoah! I hope he invents a cure for the feeling I get when a plane ascends rapidly after take-off. Maybe the cure has already been invented. Waiting lounge scotch. A cheaper version of this is keenly awaited by the travelling public.
Confluence.org aims to “visit each of the latitude and longitude integer degree intersections in the world, and to take pictures at each location.” This is my favourite picture. It was taken at the intersection of 37º South and 145º East, somewhere on the Puckapunyal army base. Somehow this sign seems very apt for the current political climate! Be sure to check out the Iraqi confluence photos. This site is definitely worth a gork just for the odd photo like this that pops up.
So I passed my 3rd year Spanish at Latrobe Uni by a small margin. I hate not passing with flying colours. That’s one major out of the way. Hurumph!
Since I’m not swatting away with Uni studies I have been exploring the suprising power of Moveable Type I have wanted to do this for over a year now but kept getting sidetracked. After reading an article by Brad Choate I have started using MT to manage the whole site. There’ll be a few creases to iron out but after 2� years of having this domain I might be able to finally have something interesting on here (this blog ain’t counted).
At least the first test went into a fourth innings. It got a bit further than I would have expected. Without those 10 or so hours of lost play it would have been a beauty. It’s Adelaide at the end of this week and hopefully I’ll be able to have a lazy Sunday watching the test and listening to Kerry O’Keefe cracking up at his own jokes on the ABC. If you were listening this afternoon and heard him making jokes about the cricket quiz – can you explain to me why he was laughing so much?
When I link to news or sport items in the future I will not be using big commercial networks if I can help it. After looking back at some of my older entries it seems that the Fairfax publications in particular are changing their archive structure and breaking old news items’ links. That leaves the ABC and BBC as far as I can gather. Does anyone know of a site where I can find out the archiving policies of different online media networks? If not, maybe that’s an idea for a useful page that I can knock up myself.
Afternoon naps are for nannas, aren’t they? For the first time in a long time I could not keep my eyes open as I walked in the front door this afternoon. There was no getting changed out of work clothes, no drink nor snack, no friday afternoon celebratory beer. Just 3 hours of sleep. I think it was thanks to the loud bastards with their giant drain cleaning machine last night. It’s definitely a strange experience waking up and feeling fresh when it’s turned dark. It’s like walking out of the movies into bright sunlight after being so comfortable in the darkness for a few hours. Very disorientating.
“You must sleep sometime between lunch and dinner, and no halfway measures. Take off your clothes and get into bed. That’s what I always do. Don’t think you will be doing less work because you sleep during the day. That’s a foolish notion held by people who have no imaginations. You will be able to accomplish more. You get two days in one — well, at least one and a half.”
–Winston Churchill
Just when you want to sleep…some drainage clearance experts lodge in the laneway across the road to clear out some pipes. Beep beep beep grrrrr bwoorrrrr bwoorrrrr eeeoowwerough grrrrrrunnnnnch revvvv revvvv fwowwww fwowwww. 1030 at night ain’t the best time for heavy industrial equipment to be in full effect. I went and asked one of the workers what the hell was going on and he said, “Mate, sorry, we have to do it or you’ll be wading through shit to get to work tomorrow morning.” Nobody, but nobody could argue with that explanation. 10 points to the man in the orange safety vest.
Who’s the suckhole now? I gave Mark Latham 48 hours to prove that my reasons for never voting Labor again were wrong. He’s failed. For Latham to be posing with the stars ‘n stripes 2 days into his leadership of the federal opposition makes me realise that Labor is fucked. Especially when he mentions that John Curtin is looking down at him from the fucking caucus room wall for the nth time. Yet another leader drawing inspiration from long-lost-good-old-days…no thanks. There’s lots of words in Latham, but when push comes to shove there’s no action to be seen, just another suckhole. So let’s recap. I hate Liberals (much like Latham). National Party pollies are dangerous (I lived in Queensland from ’76 until ’96…there are 13 years of corrupt National Party rule to contemplate out of those 20 years). Greens are all talk and no action (see Melbourne’s Yarra City Council, where i used to live, very un-green yet dominated by Green Party reps.). So where do I go now? I might as well drop my dacks and wipe my arse on the next ballot paper that’s handed to me. That or vote for high standing citizens like this bloke from the 2001 federal election.
Well bugger me with a bargepole did it fucking rain last night. A few months worth of rain in 90 minutes and my suburb turned into underwater world. There were even a few looters which is a pretty “downtown” thing to happen in Northcote. I felt sorry for the oldies as there’s a big elderly population in my neighbourhood. A few of them had their houses inundated and the contents flushed down the street. The traders of Northcote always make a buck though. A few clothes shops sold damaged stock on the footpath for a couple of bucks. Nike shirts etc. for $5. The local homies were chucking fits. It’s dole day today too!!!
