Archive for December, 2006
Boksindai.
Well, I made it though Christmas. I didn’t over do it with the food or the beer this year. To be honest I couldn’t be bothered because it was a hot day. I just sat around and played with my parents’ 3 month old fox terrier. That was fun, although my hands now look like they have had a cheese grater run over them. Teething dogs are fun aren’t they?
Now for the cricket, but only if it doesn’t snow at the MCG.
Christmatic.
The Christmasitron is working hard. The Chrismasitron is trying to make you spend up big, buy better stuff than last year, purchase better things for yourself. A better car, a bigger TV with which to watch even greater crap. A faster gaming console with more life-like gaming experiences. Can’t kick a ball, no worries. Your right thumb in combination with your left thumb will let you kick an AFL goal from 65 metres.
Blah, blah fucking blah.
Merry Christmas and a prosperous 2007 to everyone who reads this rarely updated page.
Here’s Adrian Edmondson, Rick Mayall, Peter Richardson and Nigel Planer with Bad News’ tribute to Christmas from way back in 1987.
Break-up.
Things have changed. I now no longer pay rent to the greatest scumbag of a landlord. I now pay my wrinkly bank manager craploads of interest on the house that the good lady and I have purchased. The interest payments are bigger, but at least we don’t have to worry as to where we’ll be in 13 months time.
The move was stressful. The best tip I can give you is to NEVER attempt to sand and polish your own floors. Just wait and get it done by someone who knows what they’re doing. While we didn’t fuck up the floorboards, we’ve made them look…well…look like they’ve got character…ahem.
We picked a nice area of Brisbane to live in. Lots of furreners, which I like. Lots of noise, heaps of conveniences close by and finally I feel like I’m living in a city again exactly 1 year after leaving Melbourne. We rented in Ashgrove (6km NW of the city) and felt like we were living in Albury. 20 minute walk to the Gabba for AFL and Cricket. Short walk to a few good old pubs and an Oriental restaurant seemingly on every corner. Yippee!
I’ll miss renting. I did 13 years of it and met some fucking great people while sharing houses. I also met some absolute dickwads, but most importantly I ended up getting married (3½ years ago) to a housemate I first met back in 1994.
I’ll miss not giving a fuck about the dirty walls until you have to move. I’ll also miss the change of scenery every year or so.
Nyuk nyuk nyuk.
Well bend me over and butter me with a bread knife.
It’s been ages since I’ve written anything here and I’m not making any excuses other than, well, I couldn’t be bothered. The PC I’m typing at right now has been the nervecentre of everything else BUT leisure lately. One year ago a good part of my leisure time used to mean sitting in front the computer looking at wacky shit (ie. videos, jokes, mad blog posts, rude pictures and virulent memes). Now, as soon as I’m finished analysing a balance sheet - the PC if off. I don’t want to look at it.
For anyone that knows me personally, you’ll probably know that the good lady and I bought a house on Wednesday. So in between cleaning up our filthy rental house, ripping up carpet in the new house and moving our assortment of crap from inner-west Brisbane to inner-south Brisbane…there won’t be much time for blogging. That is unless you want me to turn this blog into a ‘lifestyle channel’ style blog.
I wonder if that’s been done before?