Saturday, December 22, 2007
So I had my first Short Fuse at the bar on Friday and loved it. I the bought the ingredients this weekend to make it at home.
And I did.
And I hated it. Sickly-sweet, verging to sour instead of clean toffee flavours.
What could have made the difference? Well, there are a few things:
1) The bar had no Cherry brandy, so we used Strawberry Schnapps instead.
2) The beer used was Coopers Sparkling Ale at home, Tooheys New lager at the bar.
3) I used Pepsi Max at home, and Coke (full strength) at the bar.
I'm going to try it again tonight without the Cherry Brandy, just to see, but ugh. What a letdown.
(About an hour and a half later)
Success! Go the scientific method!
So, deciding that the only way of controlling the circumstances would be to control the variables, I set out to the bottle shop. I got a stubby of Toohey's New lager and a can of Coke. Once home, I recreated the Short Fuse with the steely calm of a scientician. A third of a shot of cherry brandy was the third change made. Created the Kahlua and amaretto shot (even layered it perfectly), and dropped it in.
The sweeter Coopers ale and sugary Pepsi Max combined with the Cherry Brandy was just too much for my palate. The dry and more structured Tooheys New controlled the flavour of the drink.
Phew! I thought I'd bought Cherry Brandy, Amaretto and Kahlua for nothing (although, admittedly, I would have gotten rid of them somehow)!
Friday, December 21, 2007
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For those of you who don't know, a Short fuse is 8 shots of beer, 4 shots of cola, 1/2 shot of cherry brandy, and then a shot glass with Kahlua and Amaretto is dropped in.
It's wondrous. Like drinking a toffee, but not sticky.
Monday, December 17, 2007
One thing I realised, though.... Here in Australia, the rear brake is on the left. The front brake is on the right. In Canada, it's the opposite. This caused some confusion, but not the comically catastrophic crash I was dreading.
And then I got to work and someone had pulled out my desk drawers, spilling things onto the floor. Nothing was taken, that I can see, but it still made me grumpy.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
And we went out for cocktails at the Rose and I somehow misplaced $20. I had $180, then Dad gave me $60 for some shirts, making $240. I then bought myself two cocktails (totalling $20), Tanja’s and my dinners (and a beer for Tanja, totalling $30), and another beer for Tanja later ($5). I now have $175 in my wallet. WTF? I know I had a third cocktail, but Cecil was kind enough to buy me that. I hate when this happens.
*I’ve gotten a bike for a birthday once, but never for Christmas.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
The new iPod Touch commercials are using CSS's "Music Is My Hot Hot Sex" as their theme. It's a fun song. I read a review of the band in Mojo and bought that song on iTunes. Now it's in an ad. People are going to think I have the song because of the ad. So, like all those people who actually like "Jerk It Out" by the Caesars (which was also on an iPod ad, which I also have but admittedly, I first heard it from SSX3 on PS2), that was, I must screen what comes out of my speaks for fear of being a trendwhore.
Tanja and I joined a gym. Happily, it doesn't open until late January, early February. The need for it was intensified by Kommi at work, who, after seeing me with a piece of cake from someone's farewell, tactfully asked if I had gained weight. I spent the rest of the evening feeling like I had a bowling ball hanging off my gut. I even contemplated going out and buying a looser shirt on my lunch break. Of course, she DID rectify the situation by saying that I was "a cuddly guy" and that she liked her fiance with his lovehandles. Yeah right.
Monday, November 26, 2007
See, now you're giving me the same looks that the guy at the cellar door did. It freaking does! Not like bad dog or wet dog. Just dog.
After a furious conversation with my better half in the car, I realised that it smelled like dog fur, specifically, the lanolin that is released when you brush a big dog, like a rottweiler or a golden lab. Which is a nice warm smell.
I'm not crazy. It's my palate, not his!
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Ants are eusocial insects of the family Formicidae and, along with the related families of wasps and bees, belong to the order Hymenoptera.
I found a boll weevil too, but they're not meant to be here in Australia.
Oh, and we got seven-and-a-half cases of wine (each of which seems to be more costly than last year's cases, proof that my tastes are improving) and had some fantastic meals.
But the ants! Wow.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
"Then" being the operative word.
The next morning I couldn't raise my head off the pillow. The tendons at the front of my neck were screaming, my abs (such as they are) felt strained and the muscles along my spine and neck were seized up. Cue headache. I took some Nurofen and Tanja put some Voltarin on my back which let me walk around as long as I kept my head still.
It's amazing how much your head moves when you're talking to someone on the phone while using a computer. I lasted about an hour at work before calling sick. Tanja had the number of the Sports Physio place at the University, so I booked an appointment.
Turns out I have whiplash. The Physio said I had symptoms common in car accidents Or, as he added wryly "horizontal bungee injuries." Hardy har har.
So my stomach muscles are bruised, my neck needed realignment (read: cracking) and my neck muscles and the tendons at the front of my neck needed deep-tissue-massage. Which fucking hurt. I felt ok for most of the rest of the day, the symptoms only coming back around 8:30. I have a followup scheduled today.
My neck hurts.
Also, in an odd confluence of circumstances, I hurt my nose last night. I was plugging the DVD player in behind the TV stand and I bumped the wires leading to the PS2 controllers, one of which crashed to the floor. The other, sensing what was causing danger, fell from about a 4 ft height and cracked me on the side of the nose. This, to Tanja, was the funniest thing ever. I have a bruise there now.
I'm falling apart.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
It was very surreal.
I do see my work around the office, though I've yet to see a stranger on the street wearing one.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Well I'm home sick today. After the stress of Wednesday Night Live I was bone-tired last night and my back was aching (Tanja thinks it's due to the lifting and carrying of things). This mroning I woke up feeling like someone had punched me in the face and then clipped me on the back of the neck with a sledgehammer. My face all around my nose hurt and my shoulders were tense all around my spine. I took some tablets and had a hot shower, which eased the ache in my face a little, but not the back of my head. Called Farid, called in sick.
Damnit, what was I going to say? It'll come to me.
Watched Hannibal Rising this morning. Started off halfway interesting but kind of lost it in the last 30 minutes.
Oh right! That was it.
Possibly due to people in Hannibal Rising singing German folk songs (odd, since the early part of the film is set in Lithuania), I have a French Christmas song stuck in my head. I've never sung it myself, but I've seen it in lots of films and heard choirs sing it. If it comes on in a film that I'm watching with my Dad (Ronin, being a recent example) he sings along in French. Apparently, it was drilled into him as a child. Problem is, I don't know the title, or even the words. It kind of goes "da da DA da-da-da da daaa, da-da-da-dada-daa-daa-daa-daa..." Ok, that's not working. Anywhoo. I tried looking in the credits of Ronin, but there are tons of classical songs in that. I'll ask Dad next time I see him.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
This morning I took yet more tablets and had a big breakfast, but I still felt queasy, tired, and headachey. I had a short practice with Ted, but then begged off. I still feel like crap, even after a shower, food, and still more tablets.
Tanja reckons it was the preservatives in the wine that are screwing with my system. Ugh. I dunno.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Tanja and I drank some fancy beers on the weekend. I had the idea after watching too many Diggnation episodes. We went to Vintage cellars and got some beers (mostly Belgian, one British and one German). The list was as follows:
-Two bottles of a random German doppelbock of a brand that we’d had before. Ok, not spectacular.
-Two bottles of Chemay Trappist White : A Belgian Trappist blond beer. Quite floral, but very dry as well. 8%, which is getting towards proper beer strength. Good. Thumbs up.
Two bottles of Chimay Trappist Blue : A Belgian Trappist dark beer. Quite sweet. 9%. Fuck yeah. Got the seal of approval from both me and Tanja for the next time we’re there.
-One bottle Delirium Tremens Belgian Strong Pale Ale . Apparently, the shop only gets in one case of it at a time. It’s 9.0% strength and cost $8 per 330 ml bottle. But it was smooth as silk, floral, and just really really nice. Plus the bottle was opaque ceramic. Which is awesome. Plus, it’s named after the shakes that hit when you’re detoxing. Cool.
See what happens when you try new things?
Monday, October 29, 2007
Work continues as work does, only more so.
My hair and fingernails continue to grow.
If you’re thinking webcomics, I’ve been reading Home On The Strange, Flaky Pastry, and of course, Penny Arcade. I’ve been looking up Alice In Wonderland (which I’m not a fan of) and a Vertigo series called Fables (which I might be if I could find it).
Zombie Ghost Train was very good, despite wasted Jane and not much money in pocket. Cat empire was great, despite (at first, soon remedied) not being able to see and standing the whole damned night.
The flies in the city and its surrounds have been fucking nuts lately.
(That’s what you get when you bug for an update, Ted.)
Sunday, October 21, 2007
"The Optimus Prime replica is being auctioned for $50k on eBay's Canada store. The seller has converted a 1994 Peterbilt into Hollywood's version of Prime, complete with blue and red flame paint job, dozens of chrome switches, and a 17-inch entertainment system floating above the bunk in the back. The only thing it lacks is its abilit[...]"
read more digg story
Thursday, October 18, 2007
All this is of course compounded by the fact that Tanja is on Study leave for the next three days (and last night) to write her BIG-ASS MAJOR ESSAY. Which means she's understandably stressed. So I'm walking quietly at home. That not hard. The hard part is MY stressing that SHE'S stressing. This is no fault of hers. Example: my father came over to borrow some movie last night. Due to his wonderful timing, he showed up just as we were about to start dinner. He was also in a taking-the-piss mood, and didn't know why I was acting so twitchy and odd (I was the equivalent of Bruce Willis in Die Hard 2: Die Harder, kneeling on the runway, waving torches to stop the plane trying to innocently land, unaware that it's going to crash and burn on the runway). He saw her piles of post-it notes that she had arranged to help her organise her argument. "You missed a spot. And they're out of order" he says. (Wave, wave, pull up!) Tanja, slightly tersely, explained what they were. "Why would you do that? (wavewavewave, stop!) Tanja starts eating, and my food starts to get cold. I was acting so twitchy and tense that Dad left, thinking I was a bit batty (and slightly narky with me for being short 'n' sharp with him). I gave myself a tension migraine in that 15 minute time that nearly comatose'D me for the rest of the evening.
So yes. Now at work. They've cut off the booze run today because legal bigwigs will be walking the floor. Bugger.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
So it's fate, see?
Friday, October 12, 2007
HMS Pinafore. Done as a Star Trek Musical.
And this is a great idea too. Think of the momentum!
Also, is it wrong to want a second set of earphones so you can wear hats that your over-the-head-but-awesome-earphones won't fit over?
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Now, this takes a bit of explaining. At the backdoor of the house, there is a hallway that leads to the door. We’ll often leave that back door open for the cat to wander out into the backyard. That hallway is also where we stack the recycling before we take it out. Since we had pizza the night before last, there was a pizza bow on the floor. Tanja and I were watching Spicks and Specks and she wandered up to the backdoor to look for the cat, and then quietly had a peek inside the pizza box.
Then let out a blood-curdling yelp:
“Oh my God, Lucas, there’s a RAAAAAAT!!!!!”
I’m not sure caps can communicate the shrill horror of that shriek.
I came tearing up the hallway. She was pale and freaking out and pointing at the box.
“What?” says I. “A rat? Where?”
“It’s a rat or a possum! It’s in the pizza box! It’s moving!”
“Well, how big is it?”
*Tanja holds her hands about a foot and a bit apart* “I’m sure it’s a possum!”
Right. First I shoo away Magrat, who is hovering like someone who’s just found silver ingots while digging a new privy. I carefully hold down the edges of the pizza box, holding it shut, and lift it up, expecting at any moment for a possum (which near us are the size of small cats) to start freaking out in the box, and carry it into the backyard. Tanja unlocks the gate and I set the pizza box down on the pavement of the alley like I’m carrying a bomb. Then flip open the lid of the box.
To see a little rat. Maybe four inches long. Brown fur and pink tail. Cute as a button, washing its ears.
It scampers off under cover of darkness.
I turn back to Tanja. She looks, to her credit, a trifle embarrassed.
“Foot and a half, huh?”
“Shut up. I squealed like a girl.”
“Yes, you did.”
So I bugged her about it a few times. Then, karmically, this morning I poured my cereal into the bowl, went to the fridge, got the jug of orange juice, started to pour then went “Oh shit!” and stopped. So I had slightly orangey meusli. So nobody’s perfect. (Even Steven strikes again!)
Monday, October 08, 2007
Then I got to work and realised that Adrian was off sick.
Now, once upon a time, I would have drunk both coffees which (combined with my one at-home coffee) would have had me jittering around the office for the rest of the day. However, I did not do that.
I gave Adrian’s coffee away.
I think this shows I’ve grown as a person.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
It's a Tiki Mug. It's a monkey's head with a fez on it.
Adrian said "It's two of your favourite things: monkeys, and fezes."
I corrected him: "FOUR things. Monkeys, Fezes, Tiki and booze!"
Ted and Adrian got to witness my truly-happy-dance.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
So. I emerged from a nightmare of bureaucratic horror this morning (a bureaucrat being defined (by Dictionary.com no less) as “an official who works by fixed routine without exercising intelligent judgment”). I’ve been trying to get my passport renewed, which has been made difficult by the following facts:
1. The passport office is only open until 12 on weekdays.
2. It’s a labyrinth of paperwork and authorisations.
3. I’m really lazy so haven’t done the work in the months leading up to the deadline of the 8th of November.
Ok, first there are the forms. I fill them out, and hit the first roadblock. I don’t have a guarantor. A guarantor is classified as a banker, minister or lawyer who has known you personally for two years or more. I refuse to associate with these people, except my mother, who doesn’t count due to having birthed me. So there’s another form to fill out. And get notarised. Now, this morning, I was meant to start at 11 am. I cleared it with Rick to come in later if need be due to all the running around. So. First thing’s first. I’ve got to get my passport photos.
They take the most wretched photo I’ve ever seen. Say it’ll be 30 minutes. So I hang around Newtown waiting. Come back. Instead of giving me the photos in the legally required format of four-square, they’ve cut the photos individually. I say no, I need them together. They say it’ll be another 10 minutes. I wait, grab the pictures, and then go to the courthouse to get the ill-tempered Justices of the Peace there (Justice-of-the-Peaces? Justi of the Peace?) to notarise all the documents (which include a photocopy of my passport, despite the real passport being in the pack, because hey, I refer to the passport in a different sub-section of the paperwork).
I ask them to sign the photos first. She taps a sign. “WE DO NOT NOTARISE PASSPORT APPLICATIONS OR PHOTOS”. Fuck. Well, who does? She says she could print me a list, and then disappears back into the cubicles. I wait. Another guy asks if he can help. I start to explain, but he taps the sign again and says “We don’t sign photos.” “I KNOW! I just need to know who does.”
So he prints me a three-page list of JPs. Just phone numbers. No names. It is at this point I realise that the photos were not stamped on the back with where they were printed and when, making them invalid. I go back to the camera shop. They stamp the photos. With difficulty.
But before I do this, I call Tanja. Saying it’s all a fucking shambles. That I can’t get things notarised. And now I don’t have time to go to the consulate today.
She says I probably should have been better organised.
I reply incredibly rationally to this comment. I’m so calm it’s scary. I deliver a treatise on bureaucratic socialism and economic reform (Ok, no, I ranted and raved and was stupid, but give me a break).
So I come in to work, remembering a throwaway comment made by Rick that the Big Boss is a JP. I see the Boss on the way in. No, he says, I’m not a JP.
At this point I went numb.
So anyway, I’m relating this to Tanja via email that no, Big Boss can’t notarise stuff.
Tanja: "It's just ridiculous, isn't it. Can you call the consulate back and see if they can verify everything for you? I think I saw that on the paperwork that they will do this, but charge an additional $50 for it. Perhaps you can just take everything in and sort it out then and there."
Me: *furiously telephones the consulate in the two minutes left before 12 and finds out that yes, you can do that* “Hey, we can!”
Yes, she is.
They're gonna put me in the movies...
They're gonna make a big star outta me....
They've wrote a role for a man that's pissed and angry...
And all I have to do is... act naturally.....
Monday, October 01, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
I noticed through the Diggnation podcast yesterday that EA was giving away Command & Conquer Gold as Freeware. Fucking great, right? I loved that game like some kind of computerised, violent, surrogate child. So I download the ISO file, all 500 megs of GDI and 500 Megs of Nod disc. So I extract the files to a folder and try to run the install.
(( Error: Not all files are present. Please run the installation from the CD-ROM. ))
I don't HAVE the CD-ROM!
I've tried it every which way. I downloaded a patch off the website, tried running install within WinRAR, tried using the Autorun feature in the file. No fucking go. Knew it was too good to be true.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
You, a little bit of me, and some ThunderCats toys are gonna change the wine world, whether they like it or NOT."
Saturday, September 22, 2007
So go here:
Make sure you watch the video at the bottom.
Is it ironic that I see an article about how people need blogs to express opinions, and my first instinct is that I need to blog it?
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I experienced two moments of such anger in the last two days, that I was nearly put to tears. It was that bad. Incandescent rage.
Yesterday, I was playing a newly-acquired Final Fantasy X2, and enjoying it. I was getting used to the controls and getting through the missions quickly. Then I finished a Chapter. I went back to the ship where you save the game. And there was a quest, which really should have been an optional side-mission. But it wasn't. It was essential or the fucking game wouldn't progress. You had to get out of an elevator and push four musicians into it. Three were big and easy to move. The fourth was a little midget. A little, red-capped, hopping-like-a-cymbal-monkey midget.
It took me an hour and fifteen minutes.
The worst thing was that halfway up the hall, there was a camera-switch, which meant you had to change direction on the pad quickly, and you usually lost him. I actually got him all the way to the end once, and then he hopped away.
I roared at the TV. Loud. Scaring Tanja and the neighbours.
This did help, actually, because Tanja saw I was so distressed that she helped me by calling out instructions.
I got it, eventually, but I SAVED that game-bitch after I got past that mission. Twice.
The other moment was this morning, and just to let you know, this makes me come off as vain and self-obsessed.
I have discovered, again with Tanja's help, in the last few days that if I very carefully blow-dry my hair straight on medium-heat, I can hair hair that looks enough like human hair to leave the house with. Without, this is important to say, wearing a hat for 6 hours.
So I blow-dried my hair this morning and it was perfect. I was so proud. Not only did I look like a human, but I had done it without having to wear a hat for 6 hours.
So I walked to work, happily listening to the Diggnation podcast, walking along Cleveland St. Then, between Regent and Abercrombie Sts, a mighty wind struck.
First in front of me, then behind me. A traffic-light-shaking, sign-waving, hair destroying wind. I went from having perfect hair to looking like Keanu Reeves from Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure. I nearly cried.
I was able to flatten it down a bit when I got to work, but it's a shadow of its former glory. Sigh.
Friday, September 07, 2007
So this morning, Tanja was in bed and I sat down on the edge of the bed to ask her something. I accidently sat on her leg, causing the following outburst:
"God! You're as graceful as a baby element!"
It was several minutes before I could recover from the snorting, body-wracking laughter that had me in its grip. I'm still chuckling now, even writing this.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
As per an example, I was at Marrickville Metro Woolworths this morning (which is a goddamn zoo on Saturdays), standing 6th in a line of 7 people at the express checkout. I took a picture of one of the people in front of me buying 14 sticks of butter and a canteloupe (was he going to deep-fry it? I don't know). Admittedly, I was getting funny looks too, carrying a toothbrush, dental floss, and a 1 kilo bag of sugar. Not the sonic toothbrush. I have enough trouble with the vibrating razor.
Despite my hatred of JayJays as a whole and my hatred of buying printed shirts that I haven't made, I have somehow ended up with a t-shirt, from JayJays, with Darth Vader on the front saying "Your Empire needs you." Go figure.
Just a hint: Mixers at work+Madras curry chicken pizza+Jager+half a bottle of wine+an incredibly beautifully mixed cosmo=one growly stomach the next day.
We've finally properly introduced Ashleigh to the TikiBar podcast. She likey. Hooray! Now we just have to convince Tanja.
When you wear shorts, your shoes feel huuuuuge. Like they're sticking out.
Oh, and Beck's Guerolito? Awesome.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
I plugged the 'Pod in last night, knowing it would erase the 12000-odd files I had on there and replace them with about 11984 more. It took most of the night to do the erasing. It started the upload at 8:15 this morning.
I got up, ate my breakfast, watch Tenacious D: The Pick of Destiny. Fun times. Dave Grohl played the Devil. Sporadically checked on the 'Pod. Still uploading. I make myself a sandwich for lunch, make the bed, stack the dishwasher, get dressed. Ready to go.
I work at 11. If I want to walk I need to leave by 10.
10 goes by. Still uploading.
Ok, fine. I can leave at 10:10, catch a bus, and still be to work with time to spare.
10:15. Still uploading.
Ok, it's ok. I can catch a train if I leave at 10:20. That'll still get me there in time to load my systems.
10:25. Still uploading. Shit.
10:39. Still uploading.
If I leave now, I can catch a train and JUST get there on time.
So I left.
For the first time in a year and 6 months, I left for work without an iPod of some kind.
I feel naked.
Postscript: Saw "Perfume: Story of a Murderer". The Moral of the story: "If I had only known what sex was, I wouldn't have had to become a creepy fetishist serial killer and distill women into perfumes. Oh, and that the right scent can turn a lynch mob into an orgy. Be told."
Friday, August 24, 2007
We bought a 320 Gb external hard drive. Great news, right? We can start storing the 50 gigs or so on music and pictures I have on here on the drive. Well, there was an unforseen hitch.
I dragged the contents of the My Music folder onto the drive.
What I expected to happen was what happened beofre when I'd delete the original of a movie, but left its file name in iTunes: It stays on my iPod, but not on the computer. Well, when I moved the iTunes folder, it didn't just leave empty file names in iTunes, waiting for me to link them to the actual files.
It erased everything out of the library.
I still have all the files, but I have no playlists, no organisation, no nothing. Oh, and those aforementioned movies that I'd deleted from the harddrive? They'll remove themselves the minute I plug my iPod into the computer.
Modern fucking technology, eh?
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Then we realised we hadn't seen the cat in like three hours.
After a frantic search of her usual hiding places reveal no pussycat, we came to the worrying conclusion that she must have escaped outside.We thought she must have scooted out either when I arrived, or when I put the garbage out.I grabbed the bag of cat food, and wandered around the neighbourhood, shaking it plaintively. Despite sighting two cats, neither was ours. Tanja then joined me and we both looked.No joy. It was getting close to midnight and we got back to the house, resolving (shakily) to call the RSPCA and Cat Protection Society in the morning. Then Tanja went into the backyard and heard something. A quiet, plaintive meow. She called to me, and I did the stupid movie thing:
Tanja: "Listen! I think I hear her!"
Me: "I don't hear anythi-"
Tanja: "SHUT UP!" (lol)
We could hear her voice coming from either the backyard next to us, or the one behind that. Cue us running to our neighbours door. Knocking. No answer. Tried the next one along. Woke up a little old lady who let us into her backyard (and was very polite for someone who had just been woken up at midnight). No cat. I stood on her fence to look into the yard between ours and hers. And saw a little white face. I went into the back alley again and found a way to push in the roller-door to the yard and squeeze through. Retrieved the cat, who scratched me for her troubles.
My exact quote: "You stupid cat! I'm going to beat you until candy comes out!"
So we have her again. And her backyard priveliges have been revoked (it turns out she climbed the fence and jumped over. I didn't let her out after all). Tanja and I were relaxing in bed, de-stressing, and I mentioned that this was good practice for parenting.
She gave me an evil look and said "If you ever lose my kids like this I'll beat you."
I patted her head.
"Don't worry honey. I'd never tell you anything like that."
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
- Blowing up human jets as a Decepticon helicopter is more fun than it should be. Puny earthlings! You dare?!?
- A good soundtrack for this game? Maybe I should make an album:
Primus - Hellbound 17 1/2 (Theme From)
Soil - Breaking Me Down
Kidney Thieves - Before I Die
Marilyn Manson - Personal Jesus
Primus – Lacquer Head
Cherrybomb – Manitoba
Voodoo People – Prodigy
- Less so? The Waitress, by the Waifs. Stupid Random iPod.
- Man, Bumblebee handles like crap. Well, at least in his early form.
- Blackout does burnouts like a Decepticon should. Oh, and running head-on into a police car, and watching it fly up, physics be damned (the only explanation is that Transformers are MUCH denser and have a hell of a lot more mass than Earth materials), and then you fire a missile on the way down and blow it to slag? Awesome.
- You get great spanking firearms in this game, but much like Path of Neo, they only work against the lowest-level enemies (basic drones, and humans). Anything above that has a shield that works for missiles and bullets.
- And hey! Starscream sounds like Odo from DS9 (he's not, though. I checked).
That's it. I'm going to go play Transformers: The Game on PS2.
Stupid Autobots. I don't WANT to drive, save people, then drive. I want to blow shit up! If I wanted to chase people, then fight for five seconds, then chase again, I'd play Ultimate Spider-Man. Again.
The Decepticon missions should be more blowing-shit-up intensive.
WTF, how am I supposed to level an army base in two minutes?
I need more coffee.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Checked the online TV guide tonight and saw to my delight that Spicks and Specks was showing, despite it being a Monday. Great, said I. So I killed the hour between then and 8:30, watching Top Gear, which (surprisingly) I thoroughly enjoyed, despite not being a car guy, and the presence of Steve Coogan, who I still think is a wanker. They actually had these two guys, who were experts in parkour (free running), as seen in Casino Royale, racing a guy in a car across Liverpool. They used a combination of gymnastics, capoeira, and general athleticism to, well, generally run around being awesome and jumping things. Unfortunately, the Monday-night Spicks/Specks was not to be. I read the wrong column. People in Queensland got to see it instead. Bugger.
Oh, and I bought a pair of Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars for $40. Score.
Friday, August 10, 2007
And some Mormons or Witnesses or Satanists or something came to the door this morno. They had a bible bookmarked to Revalation and they wanted to tell me about it. I wanted to lie and say "I've just been masturbating! Shake?" and then stick out my hand.
But I was polite. I just said "Not interested." and shut the door. Why do people pretend to be not home, or hide behind the couch? I just don't get it.
*This too: http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic/2007/07/23
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Had practice with Ted in the morno. Love my new cowbell and my splash upside down on the crash (for all that hitting the underside of the splash dents it). Makes me much faster on the left side of the kit, for all that it now sounds a bit disco-like. Songs are coming along too. Ted and I are slowly agreeing that we can do a three-song grouping (maybe a medley?) off the White Stripes new album(songs 8, 9, and 10). I enjoy this as it gives me the chance to do my Jack-White-snake-oil-salesman-vocal-impression. Also, I broke my first drumstick ever! I hit the cymbal and the left stick split along the grain and cracked in half. Just about took my eye out. As much of a fun milestone as this is, it was from the good pair of sticks I just bought. Oh well. I borrowed 5 more CDs off of Ted. I need to stop doing that. Listen to the ones you have, Lucas, don’t get more!
Later that evening, I was set to go to Alexandria and take pictures of David as he played, but he called up at the last minute saying he was sick as the proverbial. So free evening. Tanja and I got picked up a few bottles of vino, and settled in to watch movies. First was Thank You For Smoking. Very dark and funny. Highly recommended. At that point we were through a litre of Sauvignon Blanc/Chardonnay blend. Then we started on the Merlot. And a little movie called Blood Diamond. The movie was stopped several times for booze-fuelled argument and discussion. Eventually (with about half a glass left in the 1-litre bottle of Merlot), I had to turn it off. That much senseless violence (and not cool Sin City or Scream violence, before Craig rebuts) I just can’t stomach. Apparently even my hard-bitten Dad took three tries to get through it. Went to bed.
Urgh. Slightly hungover. Fixed with Panadol dissolvable and back rub from Tanja. Hooray! So then we head off to Taronga Zoo with before-mentioned hard-bitten Dad. Had lots of fun, despite Tanja’s lunch noodles being seemingly solid garlic. Took lots of pictures. Once again had the thought that tigers seem to be the big cats who remind me most of small cats. Lions are lions, leopards are leopards, but tigers are big Magrats.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
I was typing an email and I saw that I had misspelled "over" as "ofver". So I went back and deleted the v. Leaving ofer. And the other day after making my sandwich in the morning I (according to Tanja, who found it later) left the pepper mill in the fridge. Yesterday it was the remote left on the bathroom counter. This morning I found myself blowing on a spoonful of cereal to cool it down, as if it was soup. And yesterday...
...see, that's the problem. There was an incident yesterday that triggered this blog entry in my head and now I can't remember it!
I'm losing my mind.
Monday, July 30, 2007
And the coaching semina-thingie that was meant to defien our jobs went ok. I'm still not entirely sure how to do what I'm supposed to be doing, but I've got a better idea of what "what I'm supposed to be doing" is.
Monday, July 23, 2007
And I learned something.
I'm a moody atmospheric bugger.
I learned this because I listened to the list on the way to work today. Here's the playlist, for those of you who care:
- Gloria - Patti Smith
- Tangled Up In Blue - Bob Dylan (in honour of Maxine, who covered this beautifully at her show)
- Fiery Crash - Andrew Bird
- Chills & Fever - Jack O and the Tennessee Tearjerkers
- Dirty Nails - Jack O and the Tennessee Tearjerkers
- Herculean - The Good, The Bad, and The Queen
- Smells Like Teen Spirit - Patti Smith (which is actually really cool)
- Weapon of Choice - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
- Ghosts of You And Me - Soulsavers
- Knocked Up - Kings of Leon
- No Pussy Blues - Grinderman
- Get It On - Grinderman
God, played all together like that, it sounds like the soundtrack to a David Lynch movie.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Blast! I'm ten pages from the end of the latest Harry Potter book. I bought it Saturday. stupid work. There should TOTALLY be book leave.
I did a similar thing when we went to Melbourne. I had 30 pages left of the second John Birmingham WW2.2 book. I stayed up until 1 am reading the night before we left before giving up. And on the way back, I bought the third book and was seventy pages in before I finished the second.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Went around Melbourne. Bought things (Star Trek and Simpsons DVDs, but NOT I may add cool wingtip shoes). Ate good food (and bad buffet food. We don't learn). Saw Tanja's sister. Saved Tanja's sister's boyfriend from Death By Tanja (he made light of her glass-ceiling-women-get-less-money-for-same-work coversation and nearly lost his left testicle. It was a thing). Took off with my camera for an afternoon and had a disastrous public transport experience (equivalent of trying to go from the city to Newtown and ending up in Emu Plains). Saw new Harry Potter film (meh). Slept in leaking waterbed at Tanja's sister's place. Watched my facial hair and fingernails grow as I had neglected razor and clippers. Flew home. Bought a book on the way back, which was odd.
Back to work on Wednesday. Well. I say work. Coaching role. So kind of work.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
With a breakfast buffet. Eggs under a hot light bulb, sawdust sausages and ersatz coffee.
So we commiserated at Max Brenner chocolate cafe. We wandered up Flinders and Brunswick streets today. I was denied Rockabilly clothing (apparently I have too many clothes), we rode a tram, and then had a giant pizza. Each. I picked up the White Stripes Live Under Blackpool Lights DVD and Johnny Cash's American IV. Neato.
However, my poor Tanja seems to have caught something on the plane and isn't feeling well. So we're retiring early. I told her Jaegermeister would knock that out of her system, but no go. On to day 3!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
:: Tons of people. Official records say 45000. Yet, oddly enough, didn't seem crowded. You could move freely on the floor or (as we did later) up in the seats.
:: Free water! Nice to see a festival taking responsibility.
:: Sneaky Sound System were good, but would have been better for a night groove as opposed to the sunny afternoon spot they got. The reverse for Jack Johnson, who got second-to-last spot.
:: Chai Tent! David got what he referred to as the best authentic Chai he'd had in a while, and I ate dahl (which is the only lentils I'll eat) and it was chilled out 60s and 70s soul and reggae. Solid.
:: Very positive vibe throughout the whole event. Only saw one punch-up with security and that was dealt with quickly. No beer-fuelled mayhem.
:: Big downer: They wouldn't let you leave. No stamped hands or anything. The theory was that because the tickets were barcoded, we could pass them out through the fence and others could get in. Of course that meant you had to pay for slightly over-priced food and WAY-overpriced beer. I bought the former sparingly and the latter not at all. The larger downside came when the temperature dropped and we couldn't go to Dave's down the street and get a sweater or a jacket. Happily, I had gloves and a beanie in my bag which Dave borrowed (making him, with his full beard, look like a homeless guy) and I zipped up to the chin. Brrr.
:: We missed Blue King Brown and Toni Collette and the Finish. Oh well.
:: Eskimo Joe are WAY overwrought. FULL - OF - EMOOOOOOOTION!
:: Wolfmother were terrible. Not only could they not hold up the energy of their albums, not only was their singer clearly pissed, but the sound was atrocious, just for them. Zero high end. No treble. That meant no lead guitar, just the bottom end of the rhythm guitar, no cymbals in the drum kit, and the singer trying a LOT harder to carry the show. Despite his changing guitars four times for five songs. And whenever he'd walk away from the lead mic to (apparantly) shred out a solo, they'd turn his vocal mic down. Then when he'd run back to it to say "Hello, Sydney!" or sing some more, it didn't work. Dreadful. They got a huge ovation walking onstage but the audience enthusiasm waned in about 30 seconds.
:: John Butler Trio were incredible. Talent up the wazoo.
:: Missi Higgins was surprisingly good. She really can sing, and she was going off onstage and having fun.
:: Jack Johnson nearly put me to sleep. See early about sundrenched afternoons and NOT chilly evenings.
:: Crowded House very very good as well, and it was quite cool to have 45000 people singing along to EVERY song (except the one off their new album). Plus they did that thing where they get all the other artists back onstage to sing Better Be Home Soon with them. And John Butler brought his baby onstage. Daaawwwww.
:: Very well planned public transport. After the gig was over, I was back at Central 20 minutes later.
So yes. Good experience. Glad I got to go (still wouldn't have paid $99 or more for a ticket, but still). Also, my first festival! So woo hoo.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Oh, and on a plus note, these trainees actually had half a brain. Most of the night guys tend to (possibly due to the fact they have other jobs) so teaching them was way easier than my ratbag day people. Unfortunately, I only get them one day out of the month they're in training. They said they were going to bug TTT and get me put on more shifts. Because they learns from me :).
Oh, and I broke my own record yesterday. I bought a shirt at 12:07, cut a stencil, painted it, sealed it, and it was ready when I left at 1:30. Bam.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Very glad I saw it on the big screen. Big with the action. It was the first film I've seen where people spontaneouesly cheered at several points throughout the film (main title, Optimus Prime's first sighting in truck mode, and Megatron's ass-kicking first line "I...am Megatron!")
[-] Heavy on the robo-action. Thank fuck.
[-] Frenzy! Despite his slightly alien look and wierd, Ewok-like speech, the little bugger kicked a ridiculous amount of ass and had the highest bodycount of all the Decepticons bar Megatron. Oh, and for those of you who aren't Adrian or me, here's the difference:
[-] Bumblebee as Camero worked surprisingly well. I didn't miss the Vee-Dub at all.
[-] "It seems you have failed me again, Starscream." Bwa ha ha ha.
[-] Geeking out with Craig and Adrian afterwards.
[-] Lots of other stuff too.
Oh, and the Simpsons trailer. Gotta see that. Go Spider-Pig!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
:: Our cat is a heater whore. She flattens out, pancake like in from of it. It's embarrassing.
:: I actually used the phrase "Out on the piss" in casual conversation. I'm being influenced by Aussies, damn it!
:: The Holiday:
-->Halfway through the film "The Holiday" I suddenly and shockingly wanted pub-style fish and chips.
--> Jem (the singer from the Holiday soundtrack, not the cartoon from the 80s) has purchasing influence. I can recall having that album playing for two weeks at Borders, at the end of which, the entire female population of the shop staff bought a copy of the CD. Uncanny.
-->Awww. In "The Holiday", there's a hobbit gate. We don't have a hobbit gate! I want a Hobbit gate.
-->Jude Law is a young Michael Caine. And Jack Black is adorable (and loves Ennio Morricone).
--> "Why do I always go for the bad girl!"
"You didn't know she was bad."
"I knew she wasn't good!"
:: Custard and Almond together taste of butter. I'm not sure why.
:: We bought a dining table from IKEA. I guess that makes us grown-ups now. We still haven't used it yet.
:: Cheat codes in video games. I don't like them. I might use them once, for about two minutes, but I never save a game with them on. I burned myself out with the DULLARD code for Mortal Combat II.
:: Australian and English children articulate a ridiculous amount more than their parents do. It's astounding.
:: Magazines. I buy them and rarely finish them. Nor do I ever like them that much either. And yet I buy them. The music and video game ones are all about things I can't own, and the movie ones are 90% speculation and the rest snarky reviews. If I want snarky, I'll ask Adrian.
And that's it.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
New White Stripes cd. Awesome.
Transformers coming out this Thursday. Giddyup. Getting a nerd posse together to see it. Planning to make a shirt saying "More than meets the eye since 1984".
Put together some IKEA furniture last night. Very handy, I am.
Friday, June 22, 2007
On the plus side, beat Marvel: Ultimate Alliance. Again.
Also, everyone go to Adrian's blog. It's in my links.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Oh, and Ashleigh has joined Da Band as a singer. And she's bloody good. But she's all modest and shit. It's annoying. Practice tomorrow. We've nearly got a whole complete song! And Mel's going to do guitar stuff.
I've been watching Reboot on my iPod. It's reminding me how terrible the first season-and-a-half was (what with it's pandering to the 10 and under audience) and how kick-ass the 3rd and 4th seasons were (darker themes, mature content,and lots of CGI action).
Saturday, May 26, 2007
And we did our shopping and we got a banged-up trolley. But it was more than that. It was an ex-military trolley. It was used to attach limpet mines to the hulls of enemy craft in wartime. It had an odd, glazed stare about it, like it was saying "you weren't there, man, you weren't there." And the other trolleys were giving it a hard time.
"How could you do that, man? How could you be working for the man?"
"Look, man! I'm doin' it for my kids! For the little baskets!"
"But how could you work for the man?"
"Just stop dissin' me man!"
Because they were 70s blaxploitation trolleys. Of course.
And we're watching GoldenEye and my brain keeps going "But that's not Severnaya! In Severnaya you start in the cells with throwing knives!"
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Also, a word on showers. You can turn on both handles equally. It'll go mega-hot. You can then increase the cold incrementally three or four time, and it'll stay mega-hot. But then if you just touch the hot tap, it'll go freezing cold. Bad design, I tells ya.
Monday, May 07, 2007
I now have 35 minutes before I start. Fuck! I'm sure I'll be ok, but FUCK! Bad planning!
Monday, April 30, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Smelling like turnips at all times
Having the texture of congealed cheese
A hermit living in the big city
Similar to butter in texture and appearance
A person with a sixth sense for detecting the presence of goblins
William Hesketh --[adjective]:
Tastes like fried chicken"
Quizzes! Fun for the whooooole family.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
"Password accepted. Logging into MERP on MERP."
This struck me as immensely funny for no apparent reason. It sounds like a demon bar. "Welcome to MERP's on MERP! I'm your host, Florg! And a big hello to Phnog, who's on his bachelor party tonight!"
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Once someone is your friend, on your main page you can see all the activities your friends have made in the past 24 hours. It's usually trivial. "So-and-so has added Stone Temple Pilots to her musical tastes" and "whatshisface is back at home", etc etc. Well, the day after adding this flame person, I log on and see two activities (which came about ten minutes aftershe accepted the Friend invitation) which confused and then oddly enough, make me angry.
"This Person (no names, please) has changed her Status to 'In A Relationship'"
"This Person has changed her photo" (to one with a guy in the picture, from her previous, which was her and her girlfriends out at a birthday party.)
What the fuck? I really don't give a shit, but am I some drooling stalker over here? (sorry to channel Christopher Moltisanti, but it had to be done)
My response is to roll my eyes, and go tell my Tanja that I love her, but she's at work. a Text will have to do.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Little white lies, come back to haunt you.... [/Sammy Hagar]
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Ok, HouseWarmAid happened. Much smalled turnout than I expected and quite a few of the "confirmed coming for sure" people didn't show up or call or anything. I'll make with the frosty stare thing when I get back to work. An up-note was the oddest housewarming gift I've ever recieved, from Mel and Shae (as always, Blurty people please go to Blogger):
A Domo-Watermelon. I'm afraid to eat it.
Also, Tanja and I were watching 20 to 1 Best Videos (Tanja was ever so pleased that A-Ha's Take On Me made #8), and saw that a Peter Gabriel vid with a ton of Stop Motion animation made first place. As if! So, while she was off having a shower, I whipped up this little moment to show that no, he doesn't deserve his #1 spot (click to open... may take a second):
Friday, February 16, 2007
The reason I'm asking is because I'm trying to figure out why "trim the sideburns and the back so I don't look scruffy but leave the top and most of the sides because I'm growing it out" becomes "ruin two months of studious hair growth in ten minutes by thinning it without asking me and chopping off huge bits under the pretense of 'blending'".
Where's that monkey? I want something to shoot.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
"Recommend switch brain on in the morning."
And an ambiguous phrase:
"God you are your own worst tool!"
Saturday, February 03, 2007
It's this (and other) circumstance that caused me to cancel on poor Ted for the Sounds Like Chicken concert on the 3rd. That, and the fact that though the doors opened at 6:30, the band had 5 opening acts, and the real band would have taken until 11:30 or so to be on stage. And I had to work at 9 the next morning. And I didn't want to be the prick who, halfway through the set, had to prevail upon Ted to give me a lift home. So no SLC. Oh well.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Does this make me a burdgeoning alcoholic?
Friday, January 26, 2007
I turn up for work 15 minutes early, due to some fancy train maneuvering. I arrive at the lobby to find out the elevators and doors aren't working. Most people had been there since 7. So I hung out for 20 minutes. And then the doors worked again. I only missed 6 minutes of my shift, damnit! I wanted some on-the-clock bludging! Damnit!
At least it was slightly better than that time Ted jumped in the elevator and said "Wouldn't it be funny if it stopped?" And then it stopped. For an hour.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
And when it rains, it pours. I go from having no shirts to do to having near a billion.
Han-r: Needs 4 shirts. All with gothy skull-with-butterfly wings designs in silver on black shirts. Fairly simple. The original deadline was the 25th, but she's agreed to 2 on the 25th and two later. Did those two last night. Need to buy more plastic for stencils before I can do the other two.
X Quabed: The boys needed a bunch of shirts (10 to be precise) but were too poor at the moment to buy the good quality. Meh, I don't blame them, but it makes for tough shirting when their logo is a big yellow oval with the band name on it. The name is easy, but getting a smooth oval of paint of a thin cheap tshirt is tough. It takes two or three coats and a crap-load of waiting. Craig helped me with some of the shit-work, and now all the ovals are done. Now all I have to do is organise with the band to meet up and get my money and their shirts.
Dave: Poor Dave. He asked me for a Cowbell shirt ages ago on my MySpace, but it was a time when I hadn't checked MySpace in a week. Now he's sent me the thumbnail and I've printed the stencil, but then I ran out of stencilling plactic. So he has to wait more. Argh. Poor dude. He'll think I'm stalling.
Plus I've got two and a half blanks for Craig (although he's happy at the moment with his 8 new shirts that he won't miss two more in the short term).
I've taken to wearing a bandanna at work because as my hair grows longer, it becomes more and more of a pain. Usually I'll wear a fedora outside, but I can't wear a headset over it like I do a cap. So on goes the bandanna. My boss has taken to "reminding" me that I have a hanky on my head. Two or three times a day even. Aussie humour at it's finest. Up there with calling someone with red hair "Bluey". Oy.
Monday, January 22, 2007
And we had a School Day at work. Everyone's in their old uniforms. I didn't have one, so I made due with a white shirt, my Shaun of the Dead tie, grey slacks and a maroon hat I bought from St. Vinnie's. Considering I never HAD a uniform for school (not being raised in a fascist regime), I think I did ok. I feel like a dork, thoguh, and people gave me funny looks on the train.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
The LBSCDIOM Method of Customer Service:
The LBSCDIOM Method of Dealing With The Hot-Button Issue of Children In Advertising:
There'd be more pictures, but we can't get these darts to stick on peoples' foreheads, even after rigorous hours of trying.
All these lessons can be yours for just $2.50 per dart-gun.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
I was this bored at work. I was on hold to wireless tech support for 47 minutes (it'd have been more, but I gave up). That's a record. And people wonder why I wear hats a lot. This is why:
Flock of Seagulls!
Fear the Fringe.
Shocked! Shocked and appalled!
Windblown Dragonball Hair!
After a little while of this and being amused at people's inability to concentrate while speaking to me, Toby finally broke the silence:
"Dude, put your cap back on. You're freaking me out."
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Oh, and we had Christmas. I got an iPod Video. Tis very flash. However, I learned that if I put the entire contents of my harddrive, games, documents, everything, it wouldn't fill up. Shocking.
Also, I just bought Tanja a Kylie CD. She said an Australian woman of a certain age needs one. Go figure.
And we've found a new house. We move on the 18th. It's here.