Waiting sucks.

I was waiting for Craig's massive email full of pictures to download (odd, drunk and cool pictures though they were), so I made some new comics. Such was my boredom. Enjoy. You know the link, so I'm not reposting it. Sue me.

Feed Batmanuel. All you need is Batmanual. A Batmanuel is a terrible thing to waste.

I rented the live-action series of The Tick this week. I can see why it only lasted nine episode, but it has its moments. In this, The Tick himself is sort of a nonsequitor, stumbling around the plots of the episode, spouting gibberish. Kind of like Ralph Wiggum. Whereas in the animated series, the Tick was the impetus of many of the plots. On a more positive note, the co-stars of Batmanuel and Captian Liberty were a serioous hoot. They should get their own show. Seriously. Batmanuel (basically a latin pimp-daddy in a bat suit) is one of the sleaziest characters on TV. Example:
BM: "Here, it's the lawyer. They say they are offering dju a settlement to drop djuor lawsuit. It's massive!"
Liberty: "No, I can't! Look at these people. I'm helping them. How could I live with myself if I took that money?"
BM: "I will live with dju. In a big house. With lots of money and a pool. And big gates to keep these people out!"

Heh.

Well, it's off to buy groceries. Pfft. Like we really need food, of all things.

Punch it, Chewy!

Guess What Day It Is?

It's Let's Recover From Being Painfully Sunburnt Day! OOOOOH YEAH! Let's all turn the colour of Zoidberg and be in pain! Jump on the motherfuckin' fun bus, bitches!

You Are Rum

You're the life of the party, and a total flirt You are also pretty picky about what you drink Only the finest labels and best mixed cocktails will do Except if you're dieting - then it's Diet Coke and Bicardi all the way

What alcoholic drink are you?

Ok, one, I'm a bargain hunter. Especially for booze. Two, I would never. EVER. Drink Diet Coke. And three, It's BAcardi. And four.... well, I forgot four.

Christmas is coming, says the supervisor
Please buy some entries from a telemarketer
If you don't want some entries, then a donation will do
If you don't want a donation, sir, well then f%$@* you.

Ah, the Christmas spirit. Oh, Tanja and I got a cordless phone, and a new multi-zone DVD player. I can watch my Canadian movies again! Huzzah! No more cursing the poor Playstation2 for not playing scratched discs! Double huzzah!

The Migration Begins.

Hey look! InSprite!

Or rather, CCCA Vs. InSprite. Eventually, once I've done migrating the (sic) storyline over to CCCA and know a few people there well enough to Sprite them, I'll phase out the InSprite aspect. But for now, we battle! And it shall be a battle for the ages!

So...

... in deference to the fact that Tanja's on a diet, my food consumption today was:

1 pink iced doughnut.
1 bag KitKat Choccettes
1 bag starburst jelly babies
1 plate chicken nachos.

Aaaaaad that's it for today.

Hooray for sugar! And salt! And by-products! LET'S HEAR IT FOR BY-PRODUCTS!

Oh, and the card-reader that I accidently left in an internet cafe yesterday was rescued today, unharmed.

And the project I was working on for my copywriting class got an A-plus and a "you should be in the biz" pep-talk from my prof. He says I need to get good with Illustrator. And Photoshop. And Quark. Anyone have these? In non-CD format so my computer can read them?

and I got Tanja's Christmas present. Heh. Oh, and apparantly Mulan is coming out on DVD here soon. Hurzah!

'Morning.

I went out to the little store at 7:25 this morning to get milk. I went barefoot, as it's not far, but then I realized that since it rained last night, the street was covered in snails. There aren't supposed to be snails on the street. Especially when you're barefoot. It's not right. Anyway, it's meant to be earthworms. Not snails.

Tanja's taking a mental health day today. And I have 12 hours of work today. Buggery.

Oh... Crap. It's a miracle.

(shamelessly stolen from P@)

You are Gigantor!
Born in 1963, You are possibly the original colossal death robot, being one of the patriarchs of the current crop, and definitely an advocate of old-skool enemy-bashing. Why use a clumsy particle weapon when you can create supernovas just by flexing your arms? Your one minor weakness is that you are entirely dominated by some kid with a remote contol - still, don't let it get you down. You can sink a nuclear submarine with jazz music.

Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey

I don't WANNA be Gigantor. I wanted to be Bender! Or Optimus Prime. Although, admittedly, if I wanted to be a Peaceful Autobot leader, I probably should have drank less and gunned down fewer people.

An Eventful Day

I had "Dedicated Follower of Fashion" by The Kinks stuck in my head during the completion of my Marketing Law and Direct Marketing exams. I hope it didn't affect my performance.
Oh, and I got to meet Terry Pratchett.
Yes. Yes, that I did.
It was at a publisher's soiree at the Arthouse, a posh bar in the CBD, and Tanja and a few other Borders people got invites (including me, but since David couldn't remember my last name, my name tag read "Lucas: Borders City". Terry is a LOT shorter and skinnier than I expected (from his pictures, I expected a John Rhys-Davies-sized fellow in a cowboy hat. Instead, I saw a 5-foot-six man in a derby so big on him that it looked like a cowboy hat. And he had a silver scythe tie pin. Cool.)
I had brought along my Men At Arms book for him to sign, only to be told by a bitchy publicist/glorified assistant gopher that "Terry's only signing copies of Going Postal tonight. didn't you know that?" Grrr. I've read Going Postal but haven't bought it.
Then Terry starts wandering around to the different groups, speaking a bit to each. When he gets to our group, I'm so tongue-tied (a serious feat, for me) that Ikeda or whomever she is monopolizes Terry, and I miss out on a Discworld-themed l-space joke. Ikeda and Terry are talking about how big Borders is and she says they lose customers all the time, and I had the urge to say "yeah, we found the remains of some Christmas shoppers, and we ate their boots." But I didn't. Damnit.
But then he turned to me and saw my name tag and said "So, Lucas. What do you do at Borders?" and I said "Nothing, actually. I married into it." He said "Jolly good, fine old family. Old book money." Heh.
He wanders off and Dvid and I cornered and pounced trays of nibblies (meatballs and sausages and fish cakes oh my) and Tanja and I cornered and pounced glasses of free champagne (champers and champers and champers oh my) and then Terry gets up to speak. He's quiet and dry and extremely funny and I laugh far too hard at his explaining his hallucination of a sandwich vendor while on the operating table. Then he gets down to sign books.
Through side-handed trading, Tanja had enveigled me a copy of Going Postal to get signed, which I do, whilst gushing about the odd circumstances with which I came to have gotten it, and I realize he's not listening. And I wilt a bit, and go to shake his hand. He looks at my hand for a second, then switches his pen to his other hand, and sticks out his hand. I clasp it, but he doesn't clasp back (an odd sensation. Don't try it). I grab my book and skedaddle. I realize that by that point, the hardcore fans had already been past him, hence his kind of tuning my stuttering gushing out, but I was still to embarrassed to go into line a second time and get Men At Arms signed. David finally did it for me, slipping it into the pile of stuff they were getting signed for the Borders store.
Anyway. Yeah. That was my Pratchett moment. I felt good, even despite the wierdness. And I got Going Postal in hardback. Heh.

"A brass unicorn has been catapulted across a London street and impaled an eminent surgeon. Words fail me, gentlemen."

Halloween revisited...in Sprite form. (Oh, that was a bad pun --> "in Sprite form"="Insprite form". Get it?)
And the blonde witch in the comic is Tanja! Making her Insprite debut (or as the Aussies say it, "day-boo")!
We're all very happy for her.

And the Playstation2? It's getting on my damn nerves. Since the multi-zone DVD player died, we've been watching all our movies on the PS2. For the Halloween party, I had rented Vampires: Los Meurtos and Eight Legged-Freaks, and Anna brought Drop Dead Fred, but the player wouldn't read Fred Or Vamps, and stopped halfway through Freaks, claiming the discs too damaged. Being weekly rentals, of course they were damaged, but still! I ran back to the video store and exchanged Freaks for Aliens, which wouldn't read either. Then I exchanged Aliens and Vamps for The Dish and Old School. Old School played fine, but The Dish (which I really wanted to see!) stopped five minutes in. Damn it all to Hell. Stupid sensitive player.

Tanja doesn't want me to go and exchange The Dish, claiming that it'll just keep on rejecting these older discs. Grrrr.

Here! Halloween photos! http://mpnetwork.netfirms.com/halloween_photos.htm
Especially notice the one with Craig learning from Vincent Price how to be Evil. Capital E. Evil.

Halloweenies

Australians don't celebrate Halloween. And it irks me. I've been trying to organize some kind of Halloween themed night of drinking and fun, but I've been greeted by excuses like "What's Halloween", "It's so-and-so's birthday" or "I'm going to Hong Kong that day." Sigh.

From the looks of things, we're going to be having a moviefest Saturday night at our place and then out to the bar(s) afterwards. Baldrick-level costuming required (i.e. your Charlie Chaplin costume consists of that hat and a slug which you hope to persuade to cling to your upper lip). People coming: Ted, Craig, and MAYBE Anna. So this I press to those reading! Spread the word to folks you trust! We need bodies! Call James! Call Carl! Call everyone! This I command.

Oh, and my Mom thinks I should get all dressed up and go out to the bars anyway, despite the odd looks I'd get which, accoding to Mom, I get anyway. Thanks, Ma.

So.

You know how yesterday I said that if the interview went well, we'd go watch dead Brits?

Well.

Today we watched dead Brits. Aw yeah.

Then we went down to the Rocks and drank sparkling wine and ate antipasto in front of the Harbour Bridge to celebrate. Very good day.

Title!

At the moment I'm procrastinating writing my statement for the Immigration Permanent Residency Visa application tomorrow morno. It's like I have to justify why and how and to what purpose I am inlove/not in love with Tanja. It's hard, damnit.

If we do ok and are done quick, I'm taking The Tanj to see Shaun of the Dead. Again for me, first time for her.

Here's hoping we're seeing dead Brits by tomorrow evening *clink*

Right!

Go and see Shaun Of The Dead. And love it as I do. This I command.

Oh, and also, my girlfriend is lovely. She made a post on the board pimping Insprite. Heh.

Hey look! An update!

After breaking up with and reuniting with my computer, We have new Insprite. Enjoy.

Man. School projects can suck the larger half of my ass.

Ok, all holiday (the last two weeks) I've been agonizing over the three projects I had due the first week back from holidays...
Project One (for Direct & Promotions Marketing) involved building an IMC campaign for the Mini Cooper involving direct mail, t-shirts, outdoors ads and print. This one involved four other people, two of which I hate working with and the other two whose English isn't great, bless their little hearts. None of these people were get-ahold-able, nor did they try once to get ahold of me. Argh.
Project Two (for Creativity/Copywriting) is a portfolio of ideas for a fictional brand of jeans called "Slam!jeans" from beginning through brainstorming and copywriting to finished campaign involving print, outdoor, TV, radio, and web advertising. This was on my own and was intellectually a lay-up, but manually quite a lot of work, fiddling on the computer to build the ads.
Project Three (for Campaign Testing): is a campaign for Liberty Mutual workcover insurance. It involves an old ad from the 50s which Kozue (one of the non-english speakers from Project One, though a lovely and artistic girl) and I needed to contemporize and sell to people our age. The creatives were a snap and took only a few hour, but the write-up is huge, involving research (two focus groups {already done}, two in-depth interviews {to be conducted} and a questionnaire {in progress}), budgeting (a hateful thing of demons, equations and projections) rationales, and a big written report.
Out of the three, I've worked most on #2 as I needed no more imput than my own opinion. I put a lot of thought into #1, and decided to wait on Monday to start bashing away at #3 (which is due Thursday, and thus came last in priorities).
Well.
Today I got to class, and no one in my Project #1 group had even thought over the project, but luckily, the prof had reviewed the assignment and is giving us a few more weeks to do it. Whew. Then I learned that #2 project is not due tomorrow, but is merely being looked over tomorrow by the prof, and so I don't need the final prints. Slight whew. And worst, #3 is a presentation, and though the creatives don't need to be done until at least Nov. 11th, the written is due Thursday. Bugger. Kozue hadn't done a thing on #3, and it's still due Thursday.
Time to get to work. Well, after supper.
On the plus side, Tanja got me 50 sheets of photo-inkjet paper for 5 bucks less than I expected. Hooray for cheapskates!

Tanja's Birthday Lunch

Tanja's folks picked us up this morning and we barreled down the coast to Shellharbour (as we did last year) and this time, instead of getting individual dishes, we decided to grab the $110.00 seafood platter called the Neptune. Hoo boy.

There was calimari, chips, prawn fritters, crab cakes, scallops kilpatrick, barbequed baby octopus, perch fillets, smoked salmon, king prawns, oysters, salad and fruit, plus a whole crab. I think there was an entire Zoidberg in there. Woop-woop-woop-woop-woop-woop-woop....
Heh. As we were leaving, we saw a couple who had ordered the same thing staring in horror at the mountain of food. Suckers.
Anyway, I was able to avoid my acute passenger vertigo on the way home by, after a piece of cake and a vanilla latte in Berry, sleeping for half of it. I woke up briefly to see Robert barreling round a hairpin turn in a punding thunderstorm and the circuit breakers in my brain decided to put me back to sleep until we got back to Sydney. Thank god.

*hic*

Hmmm. An eventful night.
Why is it that when two Canadians are on the same continent, they can't resist scrapping over a coat all across the sidewalk and road, with at least one of them at one time or another laughing hysterically?
It's wierd, but true. As is Tanja's decision tat the best way to deal with visitors is to fall asleep on the floor in front of them as they eat pizza and watch Frasier.
Heh. Happy birthday. *burp*

Simultaneous postin', baby.

See, that title makes more sense if you hear Isaac Hayes singing it.

Anyway, from right now, all my posts from me journal will be simulcast in http://lokified.blogspot.com, http://www.blurty.com/~loki_nb , and crazy peoples' teeth. This is a regime that has broken others, but will not break me! Ha ha!

On a side note, it smells like it's going to rain, drumming along to Alkaline Trio's Bloodied Up with your fingers makes your fingers hurt, and I have dishes to wash.

Yo.

Look, ma! I have a Blogspot thing now. No more anonymous for me! No sir!

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Stupid lack of anything good to say. Not that it's ever stopped me before.