Published on
25th of February 2006 in
General.
Once again I must post some search requests that land here at the house of the horse’s mouth. Hey, I’ve gotten rid of the most offensive searches mostly because I’m uncomfortable with re-publishing them and getting more requests for golden shower type entertainment. Jeez!
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pictures of jawas
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my main man doinky!!!!
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Published on
25th of February 2006 in
General.
Way back in March 2003 I linked to a site detailing the antics of a man named Donald Lancow. He sends prank emails to corporations and organisations. I received a comment on the original post letting me know that the address for the site has changed. So, it’s time to revisit Donald Lancow’s emails. Make sure to check out the one sent to Hewlett Packard.
Published on
24th of February 2006 in
General.
The last post was supposed to last another 4 or 5 paragraphs about how I’d like to slap a wet fish against the cheeks of people who say, “Nice to meet you! So what do you do with yourself”.
The 4 or 5 paragraphs went missing becaue beer and tiredness took over. Um, yeah. Your assumption is correct, it was more beer than tiredness that sent me to the little pub in my dreams. I got myself so drunk that I was starting to have trouble focussing on the screen. At that stage I decided to rectify the problem with another stubbie which ended up sending me into zzzzland. It is true. Some people never learn. Especially me.
That picture (from my mobile) was taken on the Gold Coast Highway last Tuesday afternoon. I haven’t been anywhere near the Gold Coast for a good 13 years. Boy has it grown vertically! It is a pretty large city now with a population of around 470 000. But it buggers me why anyone would want to spend their hard earned holidays there. Most streets in the built up areas are clogged with cars and shadowed by the highrises. Not to mention that a 4 km stretch of beach is covered in building shadows by the mid-afternoon. Still, there’s hoardes of people who think differently to me and see the place as exciting and worthy of a 2 week break.
Published on
23rd of February 2006 in
General.
“I’m a casual employee…very casual.”
That’s the answer I gave to someone last week when they politely asked me ‘what I did with myself”. In a social situation there’s always sombody who’ll ask that question within 2 minutes of meeting you. It’s as if that question will define you and explain your relavance in this world.
The “so…what do you do with yourself” question is the last thing I’d think of asking someone elase when I go out for an evening of fine entertainment drinking beer and smoking tabs. Sometimes I feel like aswering the question in literal terms and saying, “I masturbate”. After all, that’s one of the only things most people ‘do’ with themselves isn’t it?
Published on
19th of February 2006 in
General.
Hillsong has shown what it’s real cause is. It has little to do with god, goodwill or good living. It’s more about lies, deceit and feathering the nests of its leaders and certain followers. We all should be less worried about terrorism and boat people and more concerned with the questionable activities of all the neo-christian scumbags.
Published on
11th of February 2006 in
General.
Yep. I have everything but the watch. Nobody wears watches anymore.
Brisbane is still OK but it’s taking me a while to get used to the place. Sometimes I wish I could just nick off straight back to Melbourne because Brisbane can be a very uncomfortable place. Not because of the humid weather but the lack of variety in general. It’s very anglo, quiet, generally lacks any grunt and it has Rugby Union. This afternoon Lang Park was surrounded by arrogant little mop-topped private schoolboys and fat, middle aged men who all looked like accountants. You know the look – those frigging glasses, like Kevin Rudd’s.
My constant whining about Brisbane being not being up to my strict specifications of a city is driving everyone that is close to me a bit crazy at the moment. So instead of fighting the unchangable, I’ll stick my head down and get on with it. Someone please let me know if there’s a pub in Brisbane that DOESN’T have poker machines too. If one exists I’ll be there in a flash.
Published on
4th of February 2006 in
General.
Somebody let Jamie Packer know that I found channel nine’s lost dots this morning in the carpark of Bunnings in Stafford, Brisbane. They went missing not long after Kerry Packer died.
Published on
2nd of February 2006 in
General.
I’m not one of those dicks who start making excuses for not posting entries to a weblog for a while. It’s just that I have had better things to do than turn the PC on. Shit! I just made an excuse. Truth be told, I am finding it a little difficult settling into life in Brisbane. The only constants in my last 6 weeks here have been my family and Carlton Draught (a piss poor [but cheap] beer for those furriners reading this).
Going by the Bureau of Meteorology’s website, the coolest temperature I have experienced in Brisbane since I got here on the 18th of December has been 20.3º on December the 21st. Call me a bean counter for christ’s sake but that is fucking weird. Summer is a wonderful thing but when I don’t experience something akin to Melbourne’s ‘air-con’ evenings (evenings that drop in temperature by 15º in a matter of hours, sometimes minutes) I get a little sweaty and shirty. You see, weather is a very important part of life for me. Most people seem to ignore it by living, working, commuting and socialising in temperature controlled environments. I don’t (and can’t) do that, so the lack of natural coolness tends to ‘break my back’ every now and again. As my family says to me,”Get used to it dickhead.” I have no choice I suppose. I’ll be happier come April without a doubt.
Walking through Brisbane’s CBD streets is a stange experience at first too. The pace is so much slower. At first I found myself walking on others’ heels and dodging and weaving to though fellow pedestrians in order to overtake and avoid slow walking fools. Escalator experiences were the same. No person keeps to the left to let faster, more mobile people overtake them. You just have to stand there and look at the back of some old biddy’s floral dress for 30 seconds.
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