Archive for February, 2002
The perils of blogging. You
The perils of blogging. You can now lose your job because of your own personal views.
Enronomics. he he he.
Take-away food. Fast food. Food
Take-away food. Fast food. Food to go. Whatever the expression, it just means laziness. I’ve been lazy for the past couple of months. Moving house and trying not to stock the fridge with too many perishables is my excuse for not cooking a meal or eating any salads this week. Preparing a meal is relaxing and satisfying when you know how to do it well (many chefs would argue that point). Also a trip to, and the wait-in-the-queue at most fast food joints would equal the amount of time you need to whack up a quick healthy meal.
Guilt is making me say this. I really need to eat at home a little more. Not so much because of the cost of eating out but the fact that fast food is making my gut protrude a little more than usual.
Go to Cokelore and find out the truth about the drink that is the ‘symbol of the free west‘.
Enough! I must go through the clothing on my floor to see which is dirty and which is soiled - the scratch and sniff method. I don’t want to pack away my smalls if they’re going to infect my silk shirts and designer jeans (as if I’ve got any). Moving house is easy once you’ve done it 14 times.
Every few weeks a new
Every few weeks a new blog goes up on the sidebar. Today it’s missjenjen. Poor bugger has lost her dog as well, but at least fuckwitted real estate agents didn’t do it (re: Shauny’s sad predicament). Don’t worry, I’ve just moved into your area Jen, I’ll keep an eye out for your canine friend.
Took my television over to the new house and while (re)cleaning a few cupboards I found a Foxtel unit. Plugged it in to the walljack and to the tele and whaddya know. I’ve got free Foxtel. Watched a bit of Channel V (not bad, better than MTV) and some BBC World. I wonder how long this will last? I might give them a call after a few months. I don’t want a big bill coming my way. Or should I just keep quiet? After all, Rupert and Lachlan can spare $39.95 a month for a while can’t they?
I’m not one to break
I’m not one to break traditions, so I must continue the tradition of moving house every few months. Yes, I’m on the move again. This time it’s up to Northcote. Slowly and surely I am drifting further north. Since coming to Melbourne I have lived in Richmond, Clifton Hill and now Northcote. Maybe my old man was right - I willL end up back in Brisbane one day, even if I do it one suburb at a time. By my calculations if I move 1 kilometre north every year it will be the year 3872 before I make it back to Brissy.
After living in terrace houses for the last 6 years, I don’t think I’ll know what to do with myself. I now have a backyard, enough room in the bedrooms and living rooms to swing several cats and maybe even a large breed of dog, a ’studio’ at the rear (a real estate agent’s term for a carpentry shed) and a kitchen that’s about as big as you could find anywhere. The lino floor will be great for breakdancing.
How ’bout that for a test match. An outright victory within 3 days. Only a few weeks ago I was knocking the Aussie cricket team. Even though test match cricket is a different beast to the one-day competition, I have to eat my words.
Todays Age has an article about broadband that may interest some of thou.
Who’s running this friggin’ country?
I love reading classified adverts.
I love reading classified adverts. This ad. for a flatmate has to be one of the best ever. The author MUST be in the marketing industry with this line - $565 per month equals a lifestyle not just a room. Hell yeah, I’m movin’ on in (from DNO).
God I love Melbourne! Last
God I love Melbourne! Last night was so sweaty and uncomfortable, the morning was no better. By midday it was 31 degrees. Then a cool change rolled through and within 15 minutes the temperature had dropped to 16 or so. Wind, rain and elm leaves getting stuck to my windscreen in the city. A perfect way to end a warm spell.
Australian politics…he he he. Howard and his buddies shouldn’t last too much longer now. If they do it will be a travesty of justice … and that wouldn’t surprise me actually. Tyrannical regimes always self-destruct.
The US is now jumping on Howard’s bandwagon. The Office of Strategic Influence. Huh?
Whatever you do don’t buy a DVD just yet. What term would you give to someone who refuses to buy technology simply because it will be superceded soon after they buy it? Technocrastinator?
On yer bike Johnny Howard.
On yer bike Johnny Howard. And make sure the bike is like the one The Goodies used to ride so you can take a couple of your buddies with you when you leave. Liars.
Graham from VM seems to be attempting to organise a blogmeet. Good man. I’m all for it, but not on Easter Sunday. ‘Tis a very special day for me (note the counter on the right hand side). Fitzroy Gardens sounds delightful too. A few Jatz crackers and Saos, maybe even diced cheddar and sliced kabana in the park. Phwoar, I can see many happy bloggers chowing down on such culinary delights whilst they struggle to create conversation. May there be many more South-Eastern Australia blogmeets.
How many of you out there got that disturbing email about a couple of the Aussie cricket team members?. And I’m not talking about Warne and Lee here. Muckraking taken to new levels me thinks.
The world was supposed to end a few days ago. Damn, I missed it.
Trenchant tackles the US military
Trenchant tackles the US military machine and skillfully avoids getting shot down.
Below is something I’d like to see at a White House press conference. Yes, the world is definately in the hands of a madman.
Yesterday I played cricket against ex-Richmond premiership player Emmet Dunne. He’s in his late 40’s I suppose, but he still has some oomph to his bowling. My testes and right thigh can attest to that. Any activity which requires walking is beyond my capabilities today. Ouch.
top ten my arse
10. Somethin’ Stupid - WILLIAMS & KIDMAN EMI
9. Livin’ It Up - JA RULE & CASE Universal
8. Cherry Lips - GARBAGE Fest/Mush
7. Get The Party Started - PINK BMG
6. Better Man - ROBBIE WILLIAMS EMI
5. In The End - LINKIN PARK Warner
4. Superman (It’s Not Easy) - FIVE FOR FIGHTING Sony
3. U Got It Bad (Soulpower remix) - USHER BMG
2. Hero - ENRIQUE IGLESIAS Universal
1. Whenever, Wherever - SHAKIRA Sony
It is with much pleasure that I present to you the ARIA top ten for this week. What a load of shite. On Wednesday night my housemates threw a dinner party. By the time I came home from work that night, all I witnessed was a ferocious pissfest of a BBQ with some dips, crackers and smelly chesse added to create some sort of dinner party ambience.
Anyhow, I started up a conversation with a guy who took great offence with my assertion that the TOP TEN is a load of dribbling poop. It can onlybe assumed that he was a Robbie Williams fan or something. My argument was that invariably the top ten from the last year or so contains covers, movie stars muscling in for a tad more limelight, old bands flogging a dead horse or the offspring of has-beens. Maybe it was just the beer doing the thinking for me…and maybe, just maybe it was my anti-top ten attitude that forced a sleepy neighbour to call the police, who asked us nicely to confine our laughter, merriment and cursing of Robbie Williams to the confines of our lounge room. It’s a damned police state I tell ya! (I wouldn’t let the cops leave until they admitted that the top-ten was a bunch of arse, thus allowing me to claim victory in the debate - see, I told you it’s a police state - the cops even decide what music is decent or not)
On a parting note for today - ‘when hunting a gobbler wear orange’. Gobbler hunting for dummies.
Arrogant Bastard! I expect to
Arrogant Bastard! I expect to be called an arrogant bastard every month from my mobile phone network provider. I harrass them enough - only because they can never get their billing correct.
This evening I had to watch one of the best documentary series’ I have ever seen. The Nature of Things with David Suzuki as the narrator. Tonight’s episode was about touch - the forgotten sense. For anyone in Australia I can thoroughly recommend this series. Looking through the episode listing should inspire you to stay home on Thursday nights at 730pm for the next few months.
Everybody! If you don’t read a bright cold day in april, read the following. Meet Bill and Ron, the ear and the hearing aid of Australia. Blogging at it’s effectual best.
The newspapers are getting worse. The FBI put out a terrorist alert for exploding teddy bears.
Hell. I have dark skin and bought a lighter after I spilt 3 litres of petrol on the forecourt of my local service station. Yesterday I purchased a spraypaint can (for my bike) and then a copy of Green Left on the way out of Safeway, Collingwood. Suspicious or what?
I’ll do you all a favour and stop uttering shit. Goodnight/morning/evening, wherever you may be.
Well, I’ll be jiggered. Steve
Well, I’ll be jiggered. Steve Waugh gets dumped as One-Day captain. The ACB has attempted to move forward. Well done lads.
"You may have to pay for just a click of the mouse." The BT Group believes it holds a patent for hypertext links. Here we go again! (from The New Zealand Herald)
Apparently masturbation is way more popular than Australian Survivor. The net says so (thanks to lukelog for the ‘Which is better?’ site). So guys, you all know what I’ll be doing at around 830 tonight.
Ahh. The start of a
Ahh. The start of a new working week. One catch though. I could hardly move today. My right arm was like lead and my back very sore. It must’ve been my 3/31 off 16 overs on Saturday. Getting a few wickets for a change felt great - if only it felt as great 2 days after. The joys of sport.
The Matrix was on TV last night. It must be ratings season again. Believe it or not I haven’t seen this movie before. I watched a few minutes of it last night and was buffeted with 3 ad breaks within 20 minutes. I just thought that since I’ve waited years to see it (not being an avid film viewer) I might as well wait until it’s $1 a week at the video store. Fuck sitting through all those adverts I say.
What’s with Eeyore? Calamine lotion would fix his problem.
Valentine’s Day. To participate, or not to participate? That is the question. Well here’s the logical answer to that age old question.