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*