How High The Sky?

Rain.

2008-02-05T08:06:00.000+10:30

I love rain.
And it is raining in "sunny" Brisbane at the moment.

I didn't want to get out of bed this morning.
I could have listened to the rain on the coro roof all day.

Jealousy

2008-01-20T18:25:00.000+10:30

Well today I discovered that I am (at this moment at least) jealous of everyone and everything that is spending time with my girlfriend.

Don't like the feeling and I trust her enough to know that my fears are unfounded. But it is there.
I will get over it but for now I don't like what I'm feeling.
No wonder they call it the big green monster, it can just start over nothing, and grows on more nothings. It is fed from your own insecurity, and it is a self perpetuating beast.

I know my fears are unfounded and so I will deal with my jealousy.
Just wish I could hug that girl.
Sigh.

Things I Learnt Last Night

2008-01-18T09:08:00.000+10:30

1: Opening the bin and having maggots fall on your hand is off putting to say the least.
2: Pulling off the lid of the bin and having it covered in maggots can make you throw up a little in your mouth.
3: Ants like maggots.
4: The smell of rotting food is unmistakable.
5: A bit in a tropica climate needs to be changed more than once a week.

Life

2007-12-28T08:38:00.000+10:30

For the first time, I think, ever I felt like I was wrking just for the money.
With no social life in this new city (because everything has closed down for the holidays) I have found myself being sad and sitting at home doing little.
Along with my run of bad luck I am a bit unhappy at the moment.
It will turn around and I just need to give it time.
But for today I will be sad, for tomorrow I will be happy.

No Luck

2007-12-27T09:21:00.000+10:30

Well I have no luck at the moment.

A bookcase and my desk were killed by the movers.
My car got crashed into when I was in a line of traffic, which pushed me into the car in front.
My Amp died, but came back to life enought to get sound through it, but not video.
My computer power supply died, so that is why I have been a bit lax on the blogging and Facebok stuff.

Oh well.
I won $7 on a scratchy so my luck is turning.
I hope.

Self Contemplation

2007-12-05T15:35:00.000+10:30

The fluro light flickered on above his head as he moved into the kitchen. He needed light sometimes. Trying to make a sandwich in the dark was a hazardous prospect. Knives are sharp and luncheon meat is slippery.

Opening the fridge he sighed. He didn’t need this food, and realistically he knew this, but he had no will power to stop himself. This was why he was fat.
Well he thought he was fat, everyone else pretended he wasn’t but he knew he was.
He jiggled when he ran, and that was just wrong. He knew he needed an attitude adjustment to overcome his mental weakness, but once again will power stoped him. If only he was strong enough.

Closing the fridge door he had the loaf of bread in his hand. He would go back and get the butter and sauce. Should he finish up the Devon? He figured he would. It was too much for the two sandwiches he had planned on making, so he would just have to pile it on.

You fat bastard.

The thought rolled through his head as he made his “snack”. It would have been most people’s dinner, and a big one at that. But for him it was a snack. True dinner was quite small so maybe he could justify this to himself.
No. No he couldn’t. Not when he didn’t need the food.

You fat bastard.

It didn’t matter how many times he told himself he would still eat away, till the plate was clean. He couldn’t help himself. His parents had “taught” him too well. Trying to change the habit of a life time is very difficult.

Tomorrow he would try to start eating less. Even as he thought this he knew he wouldn’t. He just had too much time on his hands to try and stop eating. So get out of the house, but why when you liked being at home as much as he did. The home life suited him. He liked the gardening, and had bought his lounge for the specific reason that it was so comfortable.

Oh well. He wasn’t happy with his body shape, but he accepted it. He would continue to try and change his ways and maybe one day he would. He hoped so. He would try and find a gym and the motivation to go to it. He would find some sport and participate in it. He would do these things and he would see if he changed shape.

Perhaps one day he would.
Perhaps.

I have moved

2007-11-28T20:09:00.001+10:30

So I am now in Brisbane.
I have a house to rent, or at least I will soon, I paid the first two weeks rent today to secure the house.
Soon I will be settling down and getting life back to a place I feel confortable.

I am glad I made the move.
It is a very interesting experiance to be on your own and to know no-one.
I don't know of I like it but it is a place that les you figure out what is importnt to you.
And most importantly it help you to discover who you are, your weaknesses and strenghs.

I have multiple of both. I will try to keep my strenghs and work to remove my weaknesses. the never ending journey to perfection.
I don't want to be perfect, that would just be annoying.
But trying to get there, now that is a journey worth taking.

My road is long and sometimes I deliberatly back track.
But I have moved forward a long way recently and opened my self and my heart to so many options.

I know many things I did not before. My soul flys on winds of change, fueled by knowledge and acceptance.

There is comfort and sereity in acceptance.

And I have a quiet place in my soul that I recently found. I lost it again, but the knowledge that it is there keeps my searching.

This journey, search, it is my life. And I am enjoying life.

An Email

2007-11-28T20:09:00.000+10:30

Hello all,

I write this sitting on a couch that is not my own in a room that is not mine watching a TV that I do not like.
Having said that.
I’m in Brisbane and I am enjoying my self.

It’s not like I have done much (he says as he thinks about it and that he has done a lot.)

Ok so the cat man came on Monday the 19th and took Alpha to the cattery. I was, and am not happy about this but it is about all I can do for him at the moment. I nearly had to push the guy out the door so that he did not see me cry. Even now I miss my little plonker.
Then on Tuesday four burley men turned up to remove all of my stuff. I packed 29 boxes, and still my TV, DVD player, VCR, speakers and computer still to be packed.
Ok I do have a lot of stuff, however 12 of those boxes are DVDs, books and CDs.
Approximately 250 DVDs, 250 books
And

910 CDs Wow (about $27000)
Who needs a house when you have 910 CDs.

Ok so my stuff had gone by about 12pm.
And I was left standing in an empty house, having not had a shower.
So shower I did and start driving.

I drove to Broken Hill. About 500km.
I got some Chinese for tea. It was Ok but I had my travelling stomach so I ate a lot of food. (and I have not felt great since, I started to feel Ok today but not quite good yet)
Then I decided to drive to Walgett.
And that is what I did.
About 200km from Walgett However I had a flat tyre. I was not a drastic flat (as in it did not explode) and I am not sure what caused the deflation.
So on the side of the road I was trying to change a tyre. Have you ever tried to change a tyre on soft soil. I now have. With the jack in the back of my car I had a foot print about 2 inches by 5 inches to try and raise a car on.
It didn’t work for me, I hope it works for you if you ever have to try it.
So I found a lump of wood, it was rounded on top, and I took a chance my placing my jack on top of it, it was the best I had.
I did have a moment why a truck roared past but my car stayed on the jack and I changed it safely.
The spare in my car is not a full size spare, it is a “space saver” I call it a “pizza cutter”
I drove at around 90km/h for the 200km left in the day. I felt like another 5 hour drive.
In Walgett I was hoping to get a new tyre, the next morning because I arrived at 5pm and all the stores were closed.
Dinner was in the Walgett RSL. I had a Chicken Snitzel.
Now normally RSLs do good food for cheapish prices. But this one was the exception. The snitzel was small, SMALL. AN RSL WITH A SMALL SNITZEL. Ok I didn’t need the food, but I would have eaten it.

The next morning was the first time I have even had a shower with a turtle.
But not the last.
Right now Nitchke sits in the bath in some cold(ish) water. I felt sorry for him and so I would have my warm shower and let this water heat him up.

The next day I went to the tyre place and the guy there was hung over. He was a nice guy though, and he found a tyre that would “get me going” because tyre size I had on my car was not ordinary (the word he used would not get through the profanity filter). But the tyre cost $80 for a tyre I would not ever use for more than 600km. A large waste of money that was very necessary. He told me of his night that caused him to be tired and hung over. He had had a night of Texas Hold’em Poker and drinking apparently the night had ended at about 2am. He was so happy because it felt a bit like civilisation, they had eaten camembert and sun dried tomatoes. His smile was so happy that it was a bit contagious ad I left there happy.
Which soon changed when I found my steering to be shot to bits.

The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful.
However the whole trip was filled with beautiful country side. It was continuously changing for the whole trip. And it was beautiful all the way. So beautiful.
What a wonderful country I live in.

So the trip was good. And photos will come.

I spent my first night in Brisbane watching cricket at the Gabba. I was happy to do this as it made the night bearable.

Saturday I sent getting lost around the streets of Brisbane, and looking at accommodation. My god there are a lot of dumps in Brisbane. I mean sh*tholes, real sh*tholes.
But I found one that I wouldn’t mind living in and applied for it today.
Sunday I spent the morning not spending money by walking along Southbank, the south side of the Brisbane river across from the city. I walked through the art gallery, and I mean walked through. It was just a path. I think I saw 2 pieces of art and even then I did not look at them.
The market was ok. Small but it was quite good quality.
I only got sunburnt a bit on the back of my neck, and it’s not too bad.
And Sunday afternoon I fell asleep on the couch, and woke up and decided to get ready for my first day.
Ironed my shirt and pants.
Polished my shoes.
Shaved.
And even did the washing up.

So my first day was short and long.
Short because we had a meeting that went from 9 till 11. And for the rest of the day I was not of busy getting stuff organised.
And long because you always have a long uncomfortable first day in a work place. It will get better and I will enjoy the work that it looks like I will be doing.

So that is all for now.
And that is enough.

Moving

2007-11-16T10:47:00.000+10:30

Ok so I'm moving.
To Brisbane.
Yep sunny Brisbane.

It is my last day at work and the stress of the move is making my head hurt quite a bit. So much to do and think about.
But that will not stop for the next month or so, so what to do.
Shrug your shoulders say "meh" and get on with it.

So that is what I will attempt to do. This blog my start to be a bit more active as I try to keep friends in Adelaide up to date with my goings on.

We will see.

I an happy and excited with the move.
But sad as well.
I will miss this place and the people who inhabit it.

But I will smile and be happy today.
Might have a cry tonight though.

Beautiful Image.

2007-11-01T11:20:00.000+10:30

I was down at Mclaren Vale. (wasting time because work is stupid) and I saw an image that has stuck in my head, and resonates for some reason.

It is a wonderful spring day, very dark with storm clouds and raining with consistant big drops.
I was looking over the very green and lush vinyard at the beautiful rows and rows of vines.
Amounst the vines I saw these hats moving.
The asian style cone or pyramid hat. Pure white amounst the bright green.
With the rain and the general mood of the country side it felt so relaxing.
I wanted to join them in their work and feel refreshed by the world.

This image will sustain me for a while.

Nerves

2007-10-25T14:55:00.000+09:30

So I wasn't nervous about finding out about jobs tomorrow and next week.

That is untill everyone keeps asking me about the interviews.
And my boss said "Big day tomorrow." to me.

And now i'm nervous.
But its not that bad, so I will deal with then and be patient tomorrow.

And hopefully the sun is out and it is shining on some very dark areas of a dogs body.

(Even the sun shines on a dogs arse some days.)

Job Front

2007-10-22T11:30:00.000+09:30

Two interviews in two days.

I have two video interviews for jobs in Brisbane Qld. One today and one tomorrow.
Both are with the company I work for now.

I'm nervous, as you would be.
But also calm.

Calm because, as my brother told me this morning, "your happy with where you are in you head and know that this is the right thing for you."

And he was right.
Being comfortable with yourself is one of the greatest things you can be.
It gives you a disturbing sence of clarity that, I think, annoys other people.
But smiling is a nice change for me.

I have make some choises in my life recently. And one very bad decision that I am trying to change.
It was during this time of huge stress that I found my calm spot.
The eye of my internal stom.

So i think that this is what Zen masters tell you about.

I don't have it any more. But the knowledge that it is there and that I can find it is so comforting that, just the knowledge that is exists is enough to allow me to see what is best.

Sometimes life is hard, and when it gets that way it is nice to know that,
1: People care about you.
2: You can talk to your friends about your issues.
3: You are not the first person, nor the last, to experiance the feelings in side of you.
4: You can always be happy, just maybe not as happy as you want to be.
5: Nothing is ever unfixable if you are willing to put the effort into it.

I am positive.
And I stay this way by force of will.

In Need Of Rescue - Part 2

2007-10-09T14:56:00.000+09:30

“Well that was impressive.”

The audio implant, or ear wig, whispered into his head again.

“And looking through your eyes was a new experience as well. All these things I’m getting to do since I met you. New and exciting things.”

“You can respond if you want to James.”

The suit didn’t stop his movements but paused at his newly acquired name. It still didn’t really feel like it fit. It would be a while before his previous name wore off his soul.

Pestilence.
One of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
For when he and his fellow cybernetically enhanced soldiers entered the fray none survived.

With credit given to the concept of the “Six Million Dollar Man” the US government had set up the “Laboratory for the Development of Further Capabilities” and had then funded it through a back door to give it as much money as it needed, well as much money as it needed until some one asked about the billion or so dollars that seemed to fall into a black hole in the CIAs accounts every year. They had stopped work because funding had run out. Even black ops had to run out of money some time, and congress was pulling the purse strings tighter and tighter. They had gone for 15 years created much that would help humanity, but none of it would see the light of day. If they revealed their testing methods alone anyone and everyone who new of The Labs existence would be jailed for life.
He was The Labs final creation.
A multi-billion dollar experiment that had created Death, Fear and Famine before him.
His brothers.
Strange as it may seem to others he had liked his brothers. They were all in the same mess. Controlled by people with no realisation of what was happening to the soul of a man as they slowly pealed back the layers of flesh and replaced them with parts, and then made them kill.
He viewed himself as not quite human, he was more than human. He was a cyborg. Not that he was happy about it.
James represented a staggering 12.75 billion dollar investment.
And he had just walked away from his creators.

“Which way?” James asked his limp guide.

“Take two lefts and then the red door, knock twice, then twice again.”

James started walking with no reply to the directions. Jamicter was no hindrance and James held him off the ground by his belt as he walked.

“Knock twice, then twice again?” James asked.

“Yes”

“It will cost you your other knee and I will take you no further if you are lying.”

James did not pause for Jamicter to reply as to wether he had told the truth or not, he just knocked.
Twice, then twice again.

The pause was long.

“Looks like this guy is shit out of knees.” The voice said over the ear wig.

In Need Of Rescue - The Opening

2007-10-08T08:20:00.000+09:30

The fluorescent lights flickered as he entered the ally.
The new audio implant he had purchased the day before itched where the skin graft was taking hold. The tell tale bump behind the ear was a dead give away of cybernetics.
His suit didn't belong in these streets. Miles away from anything called civilisation, he strode with a purpose befitting his stature. 6'3" with the shoulders of an ox, he moved with a grace that someone that should size should not be able to achieve.

Walking with purpose he was not phased by the yellow eyes that glared out at him from behind the rubbish bins. The odour of the ally was frightening. A mixture of restaurant scraps mixed with faeces and fear. But the purpose of the stride was not interrupted.
He stopped and his head cocked to the side, as if listening. He then shook his head and flashed a smile, for the first time a sign of humanity was expelled from his visage. The audio implant had whispered into his head, and like an amateur he had given away his virginity to the audio side of cybernetics.

But not to cybernetics in general.

His limbs were not all his own. Most of his bones, muscles and tendons had been replaced with ones crafted from the finest materials from factories in Finland. He was a product of multiple and expensive surgeries. Biomechanical majesty. The product of the American Government.
But right now it was these same masters he sought to elude. Hard to do, he knew, when they had receptors built into your body.
So he had come to this ally in search of help. Help given not through generosity, but through greed. And that greed was what brought those yellow eyes out from the darkness to confront him.

"Did you bring the price?"

A quick and positive nod of the head was all that the question received.

"So now I take you to The Doc?"

A hint of surprise flashed across his face as what should have been a statement was directed as a question.
Another nod.

"I think not."

He was not really surprised, he knew it was a gamble coming to this area and expecting the truth straight away. Greed was all these people knew, but he had some hope for humanity, so he had to give people a chance.

"Take me to The Doc now, or take me there later in need of his services yourself."

His voice was powerful and detached as it echoed around the ally.

"I think not you pillock, as my friends and I have a different future ahead for you."

More yellow eyes opened, and then some more, then still more.
30 pairs. So 15 of them he figured. Not so bad, for him anyway.
Following an unheard signal they came at him, street weapons at the ready. The iron bar, the knife, the chain. He had seen this before and felt calm. This was not a new situation to him, and his subconscious took over his movements.

A shift of weight to the balls of his feet, the tightening of his legs ready to strike. And as they closed in on him he moved, faster than the assailants imagined he could.
Bones snapped, and screams were all that could be heard coming from the ally.

Rooted in position, Jamicter, the leader with yellow eyes looked on as his men all fell in the space of a few seconds. He blinked once and saw the suit moving towards him. Placing a single large hand of Jamicter’s shoulder, the suit pinned him to the ground, and with a movement too quick for Jamicter to see, the suit reared back on to one leg and drove the his foot to a place 10 cm past where Jamicter’s knee was located. Jamicter screamed as he collapsed.

"So now you need The Doc too, I suggest you lead me there."

Jamicter nodded in agreement.

PS Meva, thanks for the prod to get me to write. I need to get your e-mail some how so I can let the blog die it's sad and lonely death.

Day Of Interesting Revelation

2007-07-13T00:38:00.000+09:30

Yesterday I managed to go on 5 roller coasters with in a 6 hour period.

At Six flags over Georgia I managed to go on:
Goliath
Batman: The Ride
The Great American Scream Machine
The Ninja
and
The Georgia Cyclone

We went on Goliath first and I have to say that with the first drop being 170 feet at a speed of about 70 miles per hour the little lap clamp that held you in did not seem like enough to me. But it did work and so we progressed to try the others.
I think I liked the Georgia Cyclone the best. Wooden coasters are a bit like amateur chiropracty but I had the most fun on those.
Batman was very cool.

In the end they all were.

I think I discovered a revelation. Well a revelation to me.

I found a difference between being afraid and being scared.

Afraid is being fearful of something but being able to do it anyway.
Scared is being fearful of something and not being able to do it.

People are afraid of spiders but can kill them any way.
People who are scared of spiders just freeze when they see them.

I'm not sure if there is any thing I am scared of yet.
Might have to keep looking.

Holidays

2007-07-06T00:33:00.000+09:30

Well its been a few weeks and it was the fourth of July yesterday so I have lots of small stories to tell and over 300 photos so far.

I have driven from Georgia through 9 states through Washington DC and to New York city.

It was all very exciting and a very different experience, I will try and get a few stories on vut realistically I think I will be a bit over it. You will just have to come over and look at the photos and listen to the stories.
I have most of the photos on my face book so you can look at at them there.

Mostly I am a bit disapointed by the run around I am getting from the job interview I had.

Oh well that is it for now. I'm just a bit frustrated at life at the moment so a bit down.

Hope your all well.

America

2007-06-19T00:42:00.000+09:30

So I arrived.
I figure it was about 18 odd hour is an aeroplane. Too much any way.
I spent a great deal of it in the vecinity of children. They do not make the best traveling companions.
But I survived.
I don't really have jet lag. My brain does hurt a bit every now and then, but I figure I just need to get a bit more rest and get out and about.
I have had a burger, grits and a biscuit (southern style) the burger was fast food and ok. The grits and biscuit I have been told were not the best. But I liked the biscuit, not the grits though, they tasted like corn paste< ok so it is corn meal, but corn is not my favourite flavour.
I have to start leaving food on my plate or I will come back as big as a house.

My baggage got lost for about a day. I got it Sunday night at 11pm after arriving on Saturday at 8pm. I was a bit of a bugger but no real hassel.

I have been looking at the mobile phone towers and the overhaed cable and just plane ond being intreguied by lots of the small differences in lifestyle and culture that are prevelant in this country to Australia.
I have seen not a lot so far but hope to have a look at some more soon with the holiday to start properly when I manage to get over sleep deprevation.

Oh and bought a suit. Very tops

America

2007-06-15T08:44:00.000+09:30

So tomorrow I'm off to America, a 4 week holiday to recharge batteries and to get to know my girlfriend again.
Such is life.

Any way the big(ger) news is that 4 days into my holiday I meet with the CEO of a small company in Atlanta and we "do lunch".
I don't know how upmarket it will be at a resteraunt called "Wild Wings" but I intend to be wearing trousers and a dress shirt. Hopefully I won't get any sauce on it.
The thing of it is that after this my girlfriend and I are then going to the baseball. Hot dogs and beer for tea after spicy wings for lunch. I'm sure I will enjoy it but I might regret it the next day.

I will try and be a bit vigilent and update from overseas, uploading some photos and all that, I think with the holidays I might just get a bit more inspired.
Anyway.
Youall be well now you hear.

Crue News

2007-06-01T14:04:00.000+09:30

Crue found his family.

Apparently after I rang the vet the day after finding him, his family called and he got back to his house.
I'm happy for him and his family to be reunited. He was a very friendly bunny.

The owner left their number for the kind rescurer to be given if they rang back to find out if he was ok. I did ring back, but did not take the number. It would have made me uncomfortable to be praised or compensated for having compassion.

And in the end is not a good deed its own reward.

Food

2007-05-29T13:41:00.000+09:30

Paying $5 for a self serve chinese meal that is "all you can fit on your plate" is good and bad.

Good because for $5 I won't need tea.
Bad because now I just want to sleep. (stupid food coma)

My tummy hurts.

Crue

2007-05-28T09:41:00.001+09:30

Isn't he cute.
If nobody wanted him (after I gave him to the vet) I might have taken him in. If life was different.
Such a friendly soul.

Hopping Cold

2007-05-21T21:01:00.000+09:30

I was out for a walk tonight. I had been walking for about 40 min and was about 1 min from home when I saw a strange looking cat.
I thought "There's a strange looking cat."

And then it hopped. I thought "WTF?"
And then it hopped again.
I thought "Damn, that's a rabbit!"

I looked at it, as it hopped madly in circles around this front yard.
I looked at it as it came to sniff me only to hop away as I moved to it.
I looked at it as I saw the fear and pain in its eyes.
I looked at it as I saw it scared and lost.
I looked at it and thought "What do I do now?"

And I looked at it some more.

I thought of leaving it alone. What good a beast that can't survive on its own.
I thought of forgetting I saw it, and hoping not to see flyers about a missing rabbit.
I thought of getting up and walking away.

But I couldn't.
My love of my own pet, and the considered pain if he escaped compelled me into action.

As the rabbit hopped in for another sniff I clamped my hand down on it and picked it and held it to my chest.
It struggled, but I held firm and it soon quietened down.
I rang the door bell of the house infront of which I found it, but he knew nothing of it.

And so I came home with a rabbit.

It now resides in my bath with towels, brussel sprouts, a zuchini and a dish of water.
Tomorrow I take him to the vet, what else can I do.
I hope they find a home for him, or even his previous owner.
He is very friendly.

I even named him.

I thought of Scotch (Hopscotch), and even Skippy.
But in the end my dark humor and music trivia over came me.

Crue.

For surly there has never been a more Motley Crue than him.

Well Its True

2007-04-24T20:31:00.001+09:30

I like my Scotch with Dry.
And my Burbon with Cola.

Just For Meva

2007-04-20T22:27:00.000+09:30

Well, this is just for Meva. The rest of you can read it if you want but as she was nice enough to wish me well I will try updating you.

Well Meva, my life took a turn around Christmas time when an old flame and I hooked back up together. She however was on holidays over here from the USA and so I am now involved in a long distance relationship.
It is hard, but both of us are working hard at keeping it alive until I can get a job over there or until she can move back here.
Realistically we both know that I need to move over there in the short term at least.
So after 7 years in the one job, I had to get a CV together and am at the moment trying to figure out who to send my resume to to try and get a visa and a job in the USA. Any ideas welcomed.

This big revelation and the fact that work are now giving me work and I am flat out have reduced my time spent staring blankly at a computer and so my blogging has reduced quite markedly. (PS Skype is both a blessing and a curse for a long distance relationship. You get to see the one you love, only to hang up and realise that you cannot touch them)

I should set aside time at least once a week to blog. I sure I can come up with some thing to rant about once a week. Maybe I will try it on Sunday nights.
Who knows.

I haven't checked out any blogs lately either, so I'm sad to say that I haven't read you in about 3 months Meva, its just something that has fallen out of my morning routine.
Will try and do better for you.

Thanks for the comment Meva, it shows that even these transient and odd relationships that grow between strangers on the internet can be encourging.

Oh and I turned thirty and am still alive, hooray for me.

So that is a very quick synopsis of what has been going on Meva. I'm still here, just very distracted by the life that is happening infront of me and less distracted by the internet.

Hope you are well and having fun.
Sloth.

Long Time No Write

2007-04-10T12:28:00.000+09:30

Hello gentle reader,

Yes it has been a long time hasn't it.
Sorry about that.

A lot is going on.
A possible move overseas.
New training at work.
General life things.

You know how it is. Anything not fundamental to existance gets put on the back burner. So the blog sort of stopped. Perhaps a hiatus is a better term. I will try and write more frequently, but make no promisis.
I try and do a lot of things, but fail, the best I can do is try though.

So hello and hello.

A New Invention?

2007-03-30T08:22:00.000+09:30

I was talking to some guys in the office.
Now, I did not raise this topic, nor did I start talking about it, but the topic of inflatable sex dolls came up.
Declaration: I have never owned or used an inflatable sex doll or any other kind of sex toy.

But any way, I start talking about this new design of doll.
I has pressure sensors in it.
One is in the end so if you thrust deep enough into the doll it moans and screams.
The one on the left of the hole is the speed sensor. If it gets rubbed 6 times in 2 seconds the doll will make statments like "oh yeah" "feels so good" and "ram that cock in me".

As I was creating this I was asked "Are you having us on or does that exist?"
I was shocked. I thought it would be massivly obvious that I was bullshitting. Obviously not.
I then told this story to my flat mate and another work collegue. Both thought it was real as well.

Now, I know I can bullshit with the best, and am quick of the mark with comebacks and put downs. But a sex doll with sensors in it.
If the people I told though it was real then maybe I should patent it.

Can you imagine telling people how you made your fortune.
"I invented sex dolls that moan as you fuck them."

Have to make a quid some how I suppose.

Thoughts Of A Tired Man.

2007-03-22T23:17:00.000+10:30

An exerp from an e-mail to a loved one.

Do you ever look out at the ocean and think "It looks quite nice out there, I think I will go for a swim.'

And then you get out there and it is really quite nice, calm, peaceful, restful. And slowly you unwind and your fears and worries melt away.

You close your eyes for what seems like a minuite, but when you open them you see that the weather has turned, and what was once so kind has become inpatient and restless. Agressive and violent.

You know you are strong, but the sea is massive and unrelenting. You struggle, and for a while it is easy. But the cold saps your strength and you soon find yourself struggling just to keep your head above water.

And all it takes is one small mouthful of water and you sink.

How The View From Up There

2007-03-22T19:26:00.000+10:30

Well I had long hair.

I think I had been growing for about 6 odd months. Not growing so much as no cutting.
It was nasty greasy and knotted. And in the end it had to go.

And so it did.

I have been bald before and I know that I have a very Patrick Stewart head, one that looks good bald.
And as such I have none of the reservations about shaving down.

Plus there is the fact that I am follicly challenged on the forehead side of my hair growth.
So I say "Go bald on your own terms, don't let those damb melling genes take away what you can shave off."

So now coming into winter I have a perfect head for beanie wearing.

So to the photo.

Thanks And Wonderment

2007-03-20T15:24:00.000+10:30

Thank you to all who have wished me a Happy Birthday and/or a get well.

I am now well, and looking a doing some drinking/fun activities/keno/sport watching to celebrate the day of my birth (thanks mum and dad for the birth and stuff, not the drinking/fun activities/keno/sport watching, that will be all my doing)

And today was a day of wonderment.
I got rained upon, the first time in about 6 months.
Not great rain, but really any rain is great at the moment.

Ah the joy of everything is raised by rain.

Rain is tops.

Fever In The Morning, Fever All Through The Night

2007-03-14T10:15:00.000+10:30

You give me fever.

Have you ever felt so hot that you want to take all of your clothes off and sit in an ice bath, but at the same time so cold that you need to be under 15 doonas.
That is how I felt last night.
Nasty.

And today is only mildly better.

What a way to celebrate your birthday.
Moping on the couch sick with a head cold.

Happy Birthday to me.

Discovery!

2007-03-06T11:20:00.000+10:30

My cat has discovered that licking my eye lid wakes me up.

This is not the nicest way to wake up, and is a process I will try and discourage.

However waking up to his purring every morning is a good sound.
Even if it is around 6am.

LOOK OUT!

2007-03-02T09:15:00.000+10:30

Polar Bear!!!!!

Technical Wiz

2007-02-28T15:34:00.000+10:30

After having my new phone for a few months now, a present to myself for christmas, I finally connected it to my computer.

I would like to share two photos I have taken with it.

Photo One:

This photo is taken from a construction site that I had to visit as part of my job. This is the seventh floor, an open look back at the city. There are no walls up there at the moment, it is a great view.
Cathedral and Adelaide Oval in good view.

Photo Two:

I was walking down the street and saw this man. All I could do was think "How does a guy like you end up in a Metallica shirt?"
Then it came to me, he is really only 26 years old and a hard life of rocking out has left him looking old and broken.

But really how does this old guy end up in a metallica shirt.
Too funny.

Podiatrist

2007-02-27T13:42:00.000+10:30

So, I went to the podiatrist.

Found out that I have no natural shock absobtion. I'm a thumper as the podiatrist put it.
I also have ponation and I kill shoes very quickly, I was recomended to buy new shoes every 6 months or so.

But the most disturbing information I gained with this meeting.....
was the colour of the podiatrists underwear.

She had a seam coming undone in the crotch of her pants. And I couldn't tell what it was at first, but soon saw that it was skin tone underwear. Slightly frightening in the I can't stop looking at it kind of way.

How do you tell some one that, especially someone you don't know and who is looking at your feet?

I didn't tell her, I didn't have the courage.

Photos From Central Australia.

2007-02-24T09:02:00.000+10:30

My My Arn't We A Special One.

2007-02-21T21:53:00.000+10:30

Once when I way flying I managed to catch an albatros in my mouth. I didn't kill it though, because I like my other forms of life. I let him live, but not before he chided me greatly for my impertenance of obstructing him in the first place
Albatroses are a bit like that, picky and pushy.

I just wanted to see if I could catch a bird on the wing.
Ok, so an albatros wasn't the hardest bird ever to catch, being a gliding bird and all, but I figured that the fact that I was flying too added to the dificulty.

So anyway, that started me on this strange lust for catching things in my mouth and teeth.

So the next day while I was sitting on the bus I patiently waited my chance and then managed to catch a bug in my mouth.
I think the people on the bus where a bit worried because they did raise there collective eyebrows at me.
I hadn't put my eyebrows in the bucket as I got on the bus, which is what they seemed to think I should do.
The collective eyebrows were raised and dumped all over me.

I like my eyebrows, I had them since birth, it was something the doctors remarked on as I emerged.
"My those are some big fuckin' eyebrows!" the doctor said.
"Yes they did tickle a bit as he came out." said my mother in reply.

So as you now know I've had my eyebrows since birth, and I wasn't going to search through a bucket of eyebrows to find mine when I could leave them on my face and they would be fine.
And when the bucket was dumped on me I valiently tried to hold mine to my face, but the presence on so many of its own species caused them to wriggle and squirm until they escaped me and joined their kin.
I was despondant. And when I'm despondant we all know what happens.

I turned into the Hulk.
Green skin and all.

Flying

2007-02-20T12:56:00.000+10:30

Fuwor! Fuwor!

Hear the eagle cry!

When The Chips Are Down, Bet Big.

2007-02-19T09:16:00.000+10:30

Don't ask me where I've been, I'm not quite sure of that myself.

I just seem to have found a large lack of time and motivation.
And as such my blog stalled.
But somedays you know you just have to put in the effort and write something so that you feel the persistance of the being you created.

Stagnentation must be avoided.

I have no hit counters, and minimal commenters, so really I write for my own personal reasons.
And I need to write to encourage me to write.
Stuff is happening in my life that is both interesting and different.
But I share that with few people and talk about it little, so why write it when I talk about it less.

Starting to babel, but I get like that sometimes.
Yes I am a bit depressed, but nothing that won't be fixed in time.
Just one of those down times in life. Nothing clinical.
Down times are the scourge of me, I find them often and try pushing through. But during these times most of humanity annoys me, which makes it harder to come out of the sadness, because you have to concentrate on not being annoyed.

But hey, life wasn't ment to be easy. It wasn't ment to be anything other than life.
And life is what you get. You only get one, so enjoy it.

And that is what I am trying to do.
I'm trying to do the things I enjoy doing.
I'm trying to reach some goals I've had for a long time.
I'm trying to get some perseverance.

Self improvement is the only true project to take on in life.
I try to be the best person I can be. I try to do the best I can in all things.
This is good and bad.
And this is life.

This post has become a lot longer than I thought it would be.
But rambelings are sometimes fun.
And my brain has a lot of scum to skim off at the moment.

Tag Your It!

2007-02-07T14:08:00.000+10:30

Well due to the wonderfun* Aussie Rock Chick, I have been tagged.

I never knew about this till I started Blogging.
So due to this I now answer.

5 things you probably didn't know about me.

1: Firstly and the most soppy.

I like the Gilmore Girls and the movie Notting Hill.
I will never admit this to any one, even on the internet.
But I do like them.

2: I have been stripped down to my jocks in front of 4 doctors, 2 nurses and 2 student doctors.

This is a funny story involving me, a rash and a new job.
Best told in person.
But just think that I had to answer the question.
"Have you slept with ony one in the last 6 months?"
I had to answer with "No" infront of the two student doctors who were about my own age, female and attractive, very embarrasing.
I had a doctor peering through my pubic hair. Moving all the "bits" around to see into the dark recesses of my crotch.
And one very gruff female doctor basically pantsed me when in my jocks, and just left me that way, while continuing to discuss me with her collegues.
Very funny.

3: I often listen to blue grass music and love the banjo and bag pipes.

Well what can I say, They just make my red neck all tingly with home. (kidding, but I do like them.)

4: I cry at the end of movies when the hero dies.

But I hide it well.
No one sees me cry. No-one.

5: Lastly but not leastly.

I always vote democrat. It may be a bit of a wasted vote.now but I like to think of a day when we have a three party system and not a two party system.
Proper democrasy in stead of this capitalist thing diguised as popular mandate.

So thats it.

No one for me to tag. Thats one more thing for free that you might not knowabout me, is that I never pass on chain letters, e-mails or anything of the sort.
So no people tagged by me.

I think there is more to know about me.
But you only asked for 5.
*I ment to write wonderful, but wonderfun sounds good too.

Gym Nastiness

2007-02-06T09:26:00.000+10:30

Played squash last night.

At the end of the game decided to have an experiment.

I jumped on the scales: 114.2kg

I then took my shirt off and got back on the scales: 113.5kg

Geeze I sweat a bit.

Oh and I apoligise to the people in the gym for you having to see me with out a shirt on.

Trip

2007-02-04T09:36:00.000+10:30

I recently went for a short drive from Adelaide to Alice Springs with a short side journey to Uluru (Ayres Rock).

5000km in one week.

Lots of fun.

I just went through my 409 photos from the trip and had 20 odd of then to post.

But I think this says it all.

Predicament.

2007-02-03T23:29:00.000+10:30

Once long ago I was.

Now I am.

Why the change?

Classic Albums.

2007-02-01T22:30:00.000+10:30

I just finished watching the Classic Album show. This one was on Meatloaf and his (their) first album.

Now I havenever been, and am still not really, a fan of meatloaf. The show however always inspires me. It gives you an inside into the minds that created some of the defining sounds of generations. What always amazes me is the fact that these people are as passionate about these albums 2o odd years after the fact of their creation. Wow. So inspiring.

Last week I saw the one on The Bands album The Band. Being a man who likes all sorts of music I need to buy this album. Such a group of talented individuls the sounds and ideas are great.

It makes me shudder at the music we seen to listen to these days. R and B, Hip Hop, EMO rock, it all seems a bit bland when compared to some of these albums. (yes people massive stereotype but I speak in generalisations here as I do like some from all of these genres too.)

But then I sit back and see the reality that these are the few timless albums of the seventies, and how much dross must they have gone through before they found these diamonds amounst all of the castings.

Realistically I see only a few bands of today lasting anywhere past 10 years, to a time when there music will be relevent to a generation that did not hear it released.
Any music that contains truths is a worth while listen.
Any music that inspires greatness is worth while.

I have few things that can affect my mood as instantly as music, the only other thing is really the smell of rain on dry earth, or perhaps the smile of a loved one.
And music is the only one you really have on tap, at your disposal, you can decide your own mood.

One day they will invent a music player that streams music directly into the brain. I will be one of the first to line up for one.
Can you imagine just thinking about a song for the mood and instantly it would play. I could use that every day.

I am content at the moment, I have a full stomach, and I am listening to music I like.
I am listening to the Muse album Black Holes And Revelations.
But I really feel like listening to some Tool.
Excuse me while I go find some and put it on.
............
Ah Laterlus, nice.

This makes me a bit dissapointed that I'm not going to the Big Day Out this year. But that is the decisions you make. And I have seen Tool before and Muse three times, so I'm not that cut.

I once started writing a history of Sloth through music, I had two albums of music and was writing the accompaning liner notes when my computer got blown away and I forgot to back it up. So the notes dissapeared, and as with all writing it was better the first time, so I haven't bothered to write them again. Maybe I will do it here. We will see if I stay inspired.
They are very personal. So maybe a semi anonamous blog is just the spot for them.

"Wear the grudge like a crown."
Cool
Will have to skip to Parabol and Parabola though.
.......
So opus. I wonder where thay get the paticence to create such stunning rock sound scapes from. I think I would write rock songs like the stereotypical teenager makes love. Get in there rock out hard and blow my load and collapse from the effort, leaving the audience excited but unforfilled.
.......
"Makes me see that pain is an illusion."
Poetic souls.

When I did see Tool it was a concert all about the music. Maynard wore a black jusp suit so that for most of the concert I was not even sure if he was on stage. I just bowed my head and let the sound permiate my soul and fill it to breaking with the power of there songs.

And Tool arn't even my "favourite" band.
That distinction goes to Faith No More, ok closly followed by The Tea Party.
Both bands I have seen brefore they broke up.
But thay are stories for another post as I am sure this post is long enough already.

Writing feels good tonight.
I hope this feeling stays. I like it.

My neck is going to be sore to morrow.
Lateralis. Build up, rock out, build up, rock out.
"Black and white are all I see "
"In my infancy"
Wow

Fuck yeah.

Terror Raid

2007-02-01T12:58:00.000+10:30

I had the joy of surfing TV last night and landed on a news presenter as he said the following statment.
"Eight people have been arrested in the UK during a Terror Raid"

Now apart from it now being 9 people I have a problem with this statment.

Terror Raid. What sort of images does this raise for you.
For me it is images of dawn raids to capture jews by the nazis or Starlinesk Russia.
A terror raid is a raid for the purposes of terror.
Is this what the Uk authorities did? I hope not.

Why not say something like.
"Eight people where arrested this morning in the UK after authorities raided suspected terroist hidouts?"

Maybe something like it even, not that much longer and more correct.
Why give it a sensationised headline, just tell us what happened.

Stupid news.
No wonder I get my news from the sports channels.

Changes.

2007-02-01T12:57:00.000+10:30

I've changed the comments section to.

No moderation by me, if you don't want it read, don't write it.

Links And Technical Genious

2007-01-30T22:31:00.000+10:30

Ok well genious is a massive over statment.
But I've linked people, and with no help, I figured it out all by me lonesome.

So now you can read, or not, as you desire, some of the people that I read.

And now the circle is complete.
The circle of life.
Cue bad Elton John music, and send in the cutsy lions.

Silly Conversation.

2007-01-30T08:49:00.000+10:30

I went to the doctor yesterday.
My normal doctor had retired since I had been there last so I had to see a new doctor.
No biggie, i'm sick not looking for a date.
After 15 min in the waiting room, 5 min in the doctors office I had the highlight of the visit.

Receptionist: "Is you telephone number still ......?"
Me: "Yes."
Receptionist: "And is your address still .......?"
Me: "Yes."
Receptionist: "Oh and it says here that you normally see Dr .....? You must not come here very often?"

My reply I think is pure gold.

Me: "Only when I'm sick."

What else did she expect me to say.
That was the end of the conversation, I think she realised how silly the statment was.
Do you come here often? It's a doctors office, not a fricken pub.

After that I left with a smile on my face. Silliness always makes me smile.

I wish...

2007-01-24T07:31:00.000+10:30

I wish I had long hair.
I wish my hair line was not receding.
I wish I had a better body.
I wish I had talent.
I wish I had a job I enjoyed.
I wish I never was unhappy.
I wish joy came in cans, so I could drink one every day.
I wish love was easy.
I wish travel was quick.
I wish pain had a switch so you could turn it off.
I wish knowledge was easy to gain.
I wish I had time to do all the things I wish to do.

But wishing is for wells

And life is for living.

Live life.
Never stop.
We only get one, so enjoy it.
Regret nothing, try everything.
Be happy, and friendly.
Try to be a better person than you were the day before.
Self improvment, and awareness is the only real purpose.
Be the best person you can be.
Be virtious.
Be honest.
Be strong.
Life is not easy.
And strength is hard to come by.

Pain

2007-01-17T12:57:00.000+10:30

I am in pain.
And every time I see the doctor about it he looks at me like im a hypercondriac, but does the right thing by me and gets me all the tests.
They all come back negative, or positive, depending on which is normal.

The dentist can find nothing wrong.
Neither can the optomitrist.

But I'm in pain.
Every day.
My teeth, my eyes, my temples.

Wish I could figure it out.

Work Sucks Sweaty Hairy Nut Sacks

2007-01-16T12:40:00.000+10:30

Sorry for the imagery but you know how it is.

Second day at work after a good week of vacation.

Work blows goats.

In This Cape I Stand, Wind Blowing.

2007-01-15T22:18:00.000+10:30

Greetings People Of Earth,

I come today to bring you a message of Hope. Hope and Joy. Hope, Joy and maybe Salvation.
Hope, Joy, Salvation and a Box of Crackers.

You see upon this very day many years ago, years before I was even born, I managed to overcome the greatest opponent that ever a man had to face.

The opponent was myself.

You see I had this problem called Pride. I had Pride in many things, among them was Pride in my coat of fur. I had a wonderful glossy coat of fur that shone in the sun, And I was Envious of it. My Envy welled up inside till I could take my Pride no more and I fought myself.

The fight lasted many a day.
The nights were used for rest. Even in a state of hatred I still needed my rest.

The days were hard fought. Blood was spilled. I took the first cut. Mine was the first blood to hit the ground, but I was the last one standing as mine was also the last blood to fall.

First to bleed, last standing. Pride and Envy, Lust and Morals, Sloth and Gluttony.
These battles are always hard fought and never have a winner.

Only pain comes of them.

So I bleed and let you know that I have conquered my Pride, and Envy has been defeated.
Sloth and Gluttony were both to lazy to show up and were there for ruled out by the judges on a count out.
Lust and morals both ended up in the gutter and the quicksand down there swallowed up them both never to be found again.

And so I sit here the winner of many battles with my spoils.
This shell I call a body.
Ready for something to come and inhabit me and bring me the things that make life.

If I can best all of my sins what will be left but my own self full of arrogance for my greatness.
Greatness undeserved for I have just set myself apart from humanity.
Humanity that disappoints all who live in it.
Right now I don't need disappointment.
So please be gentle.

My soul weeps tears of false joy.

Yum Cha: A Kung Fu Experiance

2007-01-05T13:08:00.000+10:30

I have had a strange desire, brought upon me from I forget where. (It might have been Meva, but I forget)(One day I insert links but till that day... keep on trucking)

This desire is to have Yum Cha. The chinese meal of steam baskets filled with dumpling gold.

Mmmmm......... Dumplings.

I will admit to having been to Yum Cha before, but only once. I remember the person who took me, Andrew Toland, and the reason for going, his birthday, and the movie we saw before hand, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
An aside, this movie gave me nightmares and to this day I struggle to watch it due to remembered frightners.
Anyway, Andrew Toland, Birthday, Indiana Jones.

I remember nothing of the food, exept that his parents picked it out for us. It must have been in about year 6, so it was his 10th or 11th birth day or so, maybe more, my brain doesn't work that well with age back then.

I remember clearly the chickens feet. I remember thinking. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
Another aside, if I was to interpret this into my modern language it would come out more like this. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with these fucking things? Why has a fucking back scratcher come out of a steaming dish? Is this a fucking massage parlour as well a restaraunt? Fuck me!"
That might be a good idea though, a restaraunt and massage parlour.

Anyway, chickens feet, WTF.

If they come out tomorrow I think I might just have to have a crack at eating them. You know just to say I have, and to see if they are worth eating because of the taste. They will have to be pretty dam tasty though to overcome the look of them.

Oh, and doesn't Yum Cha sound like something someone would say as they do a spinning heal kick into your head.
I think so.

So YUM CHA! (Insert spinning heal kick here)

Welcome To My Globe Of Chiropractors

2007-01-02T10:03:00.000+10:30

Ok, so the title has nothing to do with any thing. But I thought it was funny, so there.

I write because I don't want this site so stagnate. I have been busy with life, illness and fun. And combined they have left me little energy to write.

The new year was fun, probably the best I have had.
Christmas was good. Not to much food and some greats hats. (photos to follow)

But generally it has been made by the companionship of a friend I haden't seen is about 4 years. Too much fun and not enough time. It will be sad when she leaves but that is still weeks away, so no need to get down yet.

I've been to the beach, swam, had prawns and chips. Fed the seagulls. Played Put-Put golf. And all this was in the afternoon of the first day of the year. Hopefully life continues on this road.

I've cooked steak and bacon pies (two of them, a bit salty but tasty none the less) and I have struggled to cook custard tarts (the score is custard tarts 3 sloth 2). Cooking adventures and stuffups.
But I am getting more confident and am thinking of trying a few different things. Cooking is fun.
The gym has died in the arse, but I will pick it back up soon, as I will with my eating of healthy food.

Generally a good and fun couple of weeks. Nothing dramatically exciting, but full of surprises and fun.
It was good to recive gifts from friends, better to give them gifts. Voices from near and far heard over the phone. Happines gained from hearing thier voices.

Fun.

I'm happy.
A good way to be.

Been A While

2006-12-19T08:37:00.000+10:30

Yeah, sorry about that.
But the christmas lazys have come over me.
Well not the lazys so much as the doing so much that I am to tired and want to relax in the time I have.
Will say that last night I watched "Flight Of The Phonix". The new version.
My 7 odd grands worth of surround sound puts out heaps off base.
The Bean Couch (ok so that is another story I could have told, "The aquireing of the Bean Couch" definatly would have become an instant classic.) I was sitting on was rummbling with every gust and crash of the plane. Very cool.
But I don't thnk my down stairs neighbour was very impressed. Oh well it was only for about 10min.

Hopefully I will get my shit together and write more soon.

Lazy Sunday

2006-12-11T10:44:00.000+10:30

Everyone has there own definition.
Mine involved 5 hours of computer games (in front of a fan because it was feckin hot)
Meanwhile down at the ranch, I still managed to do some washing, the washing up and wash my car.
Nice.
And then to a movie in the botanic gardens.
It was Ten Canoes. I thought I would be bored but I actually enjoyed it. Good movie.
I think I was told "They don't win awards for no reason." But I don't trust movie critics.
But a good and restful Sunday.

Must pull my finger out and post the rest of my holiday journal.
Oh well. To lazy.
Hey I am Sloth, so deal with it.

Drinking Fun

2006-12-04T09:53:00.000+10:30

Well Saturday night found me sitting by myself on my couch (my normal state of buisness). I felt very slothful and felt like a tasty beverage, alcamaholic to be sure.

So I ordered chinese food and went to the bottle-o to get the grog.

After being distracted by the girly drinks, but deciding that cordial was not what I wanted, I pull out some can of premix burbon out of the fridge.

On to the chinese food. And home to the comfort of the couch.

Pull out a stubbie holder and crack open a can. Nice.
Chinese food gone with little to no breathing. Nice.

Now to relax, finish off the first can and make a start on the second.

Get a message to pick up my flat mate, who was massively drunk. And being the person I am I go.
But in the car I think, "Gee I feel drunk, I can't be drunk, I've only had one and a half cans of burbon, Surely I'm not that much of a Cadburies. Oh well I will just have to concentrate then."

So I go and return with my flatmate. He crawls into bed and I return to my couch and burbon. Two cans down, and on to the third. Nice.

11pm and I need to get some sleep. Full day tomorrow so to sleep I go.
Lying down on the bed, the room starts to spin.
WHAT THE FUCK!

I only had three cans of burbon, I can't be this drunk. I only had three cans of burbon? I only HAD THREE CANS OF BURBON!!!
I cannot be this drunk. I cannot be this much of a Cadburies. You weak livered tea totaler. YOU ONLY HAD THREE CANS OF BURBON!
You are so soft.

I so have to check the strength of those can tomorrow.

ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz

Morning, no hangover feeling fine.

In to the kitchen I walk to confront my pain. Pick up one of my empties and have a look.

9% alcohol per volume. WOW thats a lot.

How many standard drinks?

2.7

WHAT THE.... 2.7, thats a SHIT load!

Fuck me. No wonder I was drunk.
8.1 standard drinks in about 3. Dam. No wonder I was fucked.

Ok I feel better now. At least I know why I had to hang on to the bed to get to sleep.

Health Food.

2006-12-01T12:18:00.000+10:30

Menu for today (so far)

Strawberry Hubba Bubba
Orange Mint (Sugar free) Mentos Chewing Gum
Kytons Bakery Ginger Nut Biscuits

I am such a health freak. Two serves of fruit and two herbs.

And that is just before lunch.

Healthy Diet

2006-11-27T12:23:00.000+10:30

My boss just asked me if I was still on a health kick, ivolving the eating of healthy food.

I replied in the affirmative.

I was after all eating a donut with strawberry jam in it.
And strawberries are a fruit.
And fruit is good for you.

So i'm still on my healthy diet.

Holiday Journal Enrty for 9/11/06

2006-11-22T11:22:00.000+10:30

We went to Tipperary today. No not the one of song fame ("It's a long way to Tipperary") but the Australian farm variety.
It was massive.
I don't just mean the size of the farm, but the whole thing.
There were mango trees, hundreds of the bastards, and not in orchards, but just beautifying the place.
It had a lake, wetlands, massive cattle sheds, it's own school, butcher and general store.
Massive.
Lush green lawns.
No photos because I was working but, Wow.
There ain't no drought up here.

Authors Note: This is one of the very huge grass hoppers that live in NT. It landed on the bumper of the car when we were stopped, and I thought, "That's friggin huge."

Oh, and the major animal farmed up here is cattle.
Now I don't know what you think, but one of my first impressions (besides that they were bloody skinny) was "They look like Jar Jar Binks!" (of Star Wars fame for the uninitiated) But less down right stupid.

Authors Note: This was the best shot I got of the cattle. He seemed to be telling me "Ok you can have a photo of me, but my arse needs to be in the shot to." It was very common for me to then refer to the cattle as "Jar Jar Binks looking mother fuckers."

Staying in a 10 by 6 box tonight. The light doesn't even work and the lamp has no globe. What do you expect for $25 a night. Would have liked my own loo. But the upside is that it has air conditioning, and in NT that alone is worth $25.

Interlude: A Moustache Story

2006-11-21T14:37:00.000+10:30

I got back from holidays and discovered that I could not eat with out putting my moustache in my mouth and could not drink with out using it as a filter.

So I took a photo and found...
Look Ma, no top lip.
But then after a delicate piece of surgery with a pair of sissors, a steady hand and a mirror.
I soon dicovered the lost treasure of King Soloman.
My top lip!

Holiday Journal Entry for 8/11/06

2006-11-21T11:59:00.000+10:30

Nothing spectacular today, well exept for Wangi Falls.
Will be going back there for sure.
But the gross news of the day is, I had 4 showers today.
1 in the morning.
1 after my swin in the motel pool when we were done for the day.
The other 2 were in my own sweat.
Once again sweating my arse off working in a concrete hut.
At this rate I will have no arse left.
(Authors Note: I still have my arse.)

Authors Note: This is a photo of me looking my best after one of my sweat showers. My shirt is soaked with sweat, no extra warter was put on me, just pure sweat.

Holiday Journal Enrty for 7/11/06

2006-11-21T10:33:00.000+10:30

Firsts Today.
1: Sweating my fucking arse off in a 5m by 5m concrete bunker with no windows and a tin roof.
I think FUCK is the only correct adjective to use about the heat and humidity.

Authors Note: This is a photo from near one of the sites we were working at Mandorah. Nice huh.

2: Buffalo meat.
I had a buffalo burger, which was the second animal today added to my "Animals I've Eaten" list.
Camel was the other. The buffalo burger was great. The camel Jerkey was ordinary. (Authors Note: I do usually like jerky) But two more animals on the list.

3: Light Beer. (Authors Note: For international readers Light Beer in Aus means Low Alcohol)
My first experiance of it. And I am converted (Sadly) Being a "Cadburies" (Authors Note: Glass and a half) I cannot drink much beer and not feel crap. (Authors Note: Burbon is my drink.)

Authors Note: We found a frog on one of the chairs where we were staying. I pestered it with my camera and got some good photos. This one is especially nice because of the Dead Kennedys shirt and the rest of the cabins in the back ground. How the fuck did he stay clinging to the chair is also a fair question to ask.

4: Running over Cain Toads.

Ok now, I am not blood thirsty. Yes I like to eat meat, but killing for killings sake is not for me.

With Cain Toads I make the exeption to prove the rule.

Nasty vermin beasts.

Due to the Alcamahole, I laughed very hard when, upon trying to run a cain toad over, a very large "pop" was heard.

Yep definatly got him.

And add two more to my resume as well.

Thats all for now, tired.

Authors Note: A Cain Toad before the wheels hit.

Holiday Journal Entry for 6/11/06

2006-11-21T10:19:00.000+10:30

Well day one and I already have a few stories.

The plane left at 2:30pm and 3 and 1/2 hours later, after smelling BO, farts and baby odurs (both ends of the baby provided smells) I walked from the plane hoping for some beautiful fresh air.
What I found was that I was struggling for breath.
How is it that humid air can make it so hard to breath?
But it was the heat and the humidity combined that was opressive, and I don't think I have stopped sweating since.

I did have a good conversation about the size of the counrty of mine.
3 and 1/2 hours from the south to the north. And about 5 and 1/2 hours from east to west.
This is a big country.

Tonight we went to the Darwin Sailing Club for tea.
Magnificient, on the sea, sun set, clouds. Beautiful.
Plenty of photos.

Work starts tomorrow. We shall see what that brings, shant we.

As you can see the photos did turn out.

Why No Journal Entries Sloth?

2006-11-14T17:52:00.000+10:30

Well because gentle readers, I need to put photos into my entries, to back them up or just to add visual to the stories. To do this I need to access the memory in my camera and the comnputer I am on won't recognise my camera. (Yes I did remember to bring my USB cable)

So no photos, no journal entries.
Deal with it.
I have to.

Works Over

2006-11-13T19:29:00.000+10:30

I'm back in Darwin and the work is done. Tomorrow I will be farting around till the guy I am working with leaves and then Wednesday I will be touristing it up.
I already have plans to go to the crockidile farm and the nature reserve, also to go back to Litchfield National park to see all of the attractions there.
I will be looking at some stuff in Darwin, but not till Friday or Saturday.
Oh well dinner time.
Must go.

Out and About

2006-11-11T20:36:00.000+10:30

I am sitting in a hotel in Kathrine, 300km south of Darwin. It was about 41degC outside today. Or for all you Farenhieght people FECKING HOT.
I have been keeping my written journal to copy and upload when I get back, why not do it now you ask.
Because I couldn't be arsed.
And thats the truth.
I'm absolutly knackered.
We have been working in about two sites a day. Not to bad you say. Well ok, it's not that bad, but they are about 100km apart, but only as the crow flies. By road they are more like 200 to 150km apart. On bituman, single lane (ie a road that only fits one car for both directions, that is whindy and you can travel it at about 100kmp/h if you want to. Yes my knuckles were white when I was driving it.) and dirt (that is corregated, so that, if you needed a massage before you went on it, about 5 min in you don't need the massage, but after 10 min you need a chiropractor to sort you out.) The car is a big cow of a 4WD, that has all the mobility of a elephant that has taken rohinol and falled into a quagmire of mud, i.e. none, and the stopping power of a naked drunk person who has just been pushed out of a moving car on to ice, i.e. none.
And then the sites are a concrete hut with no windows or air-conditioning. So, to make a massive understatment, they are bloody hot.
And I suppose the 10 odd burbons last night didn't help either. (Oh and I discovered I can drink stout, yey for me.)
But you will hear more about that later. I know, because it is in my journal.
Lots to say, lots to tell. But right not I just want to sleep.
Hopefully only one or two more day of this before I get to be in full holiday mode.
Now to bed.
ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Working Holidays

2006-11-05T10:47:00.000+10:30

Well, as of Monday I will be in Darwin for two weeks. I don't know whether I will be getting to any internet cafes so I don't know if I will be blogging.
I will be trying to keep a journel, a real one, written and everything, in a book. Wow.
I will then try and upload it when I get back, along with some photos.
Fly High everyone
and Be Free.

Things You Learn

2006-11-02T09:11:00.000+10:30

I haven't had a music review on here for a while, mainly because no computer at home. (Yes it is happening slower than a slow thing on a slow day)

But In the past two days I have discovered things I sort of knew before, but just came to the front of my mind.

One: Unlike most people who would find Barry White or Marvin Gaye sexy and romantic, I find Massive Attack hugely sexy. It has to do with the dark brooding mysterious nature of the music. It sort of makes me think of the whole "what could be" stuff, is a sexy way, weird but then who said I was close to "normal". I think I said to one friend "It's dark, moist and mysterious, just like sex should be." She laughed at me, who could blame her.
Needless to say I don't listen to them that much. You don't need sexy in your life with no-one to be sexy with.

Two: Placebo depresses me. Ok so today I am in a depresses state of mind, due to being able to think too much (stupid brian), but still, with Placebo coming out of the speakers I know my mood will not change. Why have it on then you ask. Well, because I want to wallow. Haven't been close to this far down in a while and though, not huge on the scale of things, I need this so I know what happy is when it happens. I am a firm believer in that you must know pain to know pleasure, otherwise what do you have to compare it to.
Sing in that sad pathetic voice Placebo, and make me think of my own sadness so that I can know how low I can go, so that I can know the hights too.

So with no sexy and sadness this looks to be a good day.

Bad News

2006-10-30T14:58:00.000+10:30

I just found out that my Dad has Prostate Cancer.
I did tear up, and ultimatly cry when I had time to think about it last night.

No cancer is good, but aparently my Dads version is on the good end of bad.

But I still want him to live forever, he's my Dad.

Told himI loved him when he told me though. I know he knows that but I always think I should tell him more.
And Mum too.

So I love you Mum and Dad.

Country Musing

2006-10-27T09:02:00.000+09:30

Once more in to the breach my friends. But this is the breach of country (sort of) Australia.
Guess where I am?
Can't, well it's Tanunda, or at least close enough that you can see it from where I am. This place is less than an hour and a half’s drive from Adelaide. And I think I passed about 10 wineries on my way here, and this is just the start of the Barossa.But not drinking wine (like me) is no hassle when the views are as good as this. The trees look as though a fire has gone through, but it hasn't, at least not this year.

There is a quiet peace that I had to feel.

Below was the view from where I contemplated.
I spent a few minutes sitting down and thinking about stuff.
In that time I heard the buzzing of flies (later I heard bees, but strangely could not see them) the warbling of magpies, the caw of crows and even the laugh of a kookaburra.

My bollock filter was very quickly cleansed.

I decided that when I retire, in about 30 odd years or so, I want to buy a hectare block of land and grow vegies and cook pickle and chutney. Just enjoy the out doors in a rural setting. I think this is how I could while away hours, days and years.

Low and behold, one of them boinged into my field of vision. It spotted me instantly, and decided to have a gander at me too, before casually boinging away.

I think the boinging is majestic and don't care what the rest of you think.

Well this is beautiful, but can you guess whether, in the middle of the worst drought in records, vine growers irrigate. Beautiful, but not the best for the blue planet. And can you believe that the last two shots were taken from the same spot. One shows rich fertile soil, the other shown a rocky wilderness that farmers get no income from.
Both beautiful, but give me the rocky wilderness any day.

So now I am back in town slowly filling my bollock filter again. Hopefully I have the large model installed, and can keep the calm my little sojourn gave me.

Country Meanderings

2006-10-26T14:34:00.000+09:30

Once more in to the breach my friends. But this is the breach of country (sort of) Australia.
Guess where I am?
Can't, well it's Tanunda, or at least close enough that you can see it from where I am. This place is less than an hour and a half’s drive from Adelaide. And I think I passed about 10 wineries on my way here, and this is just the start of the Barossa.
But not drinking wine (like me) is no hassle when the views are as good as this. The trees look as though a fire has gone through, but it hasn't, at least not this year.
There is a quiet peace that I had to feel.

Below was the view from where I contemplated.

I spent a few minutes sitting down and thinking about stuff.

In that time I heard the buzzing of flies (later I heard bees, but strangely could not see them) the warbling of magpies, the caw of crows and even the laugh of a kookaburra.

My bollock filter was very quickly cleansed.

I spotted two skips, but not before they spotted me. I caught my first glimpse as they were boinging away. This happened twice more before I decided to get sneaky and go to where I though they might be headed. Low and behold, one of them boinged into my field of vision. It spotted me instantly, and decided to have a gander at me too, before casually boinging away.

I think the boinging is majestic and don't care what the rest of you think.

Well this is beautiful, but can you guess whether, in the middle of the worst drought in records, vine growers irrigate. Beautiful, but not the best for the blue planet.

And can you believe that the last two shots were taken from the same spot. One shows rich fertile soil, the other shown a rocky wilderness where farmers get no income from.

Both beautiful, but give me the rocky wilderness any day.

So now I am back in town slowly filling my bollock filter again. Hopefully I have the large model installed, and can keep the calm my little sojourn gave me.

A Good Album.

2006-10-25T11:28:00.000+09:30

Ok so not having a computer at home has killed the weekly reviews, but none the less music is still my companion.

Today I have been stuck at my desk all morning and I have been working and procrastinating in equal amounts.
Through it all I have had the accompanyment of one Mr Thom Yorke, the lead singer of Radiohead.
His solo album called "The Eraser" is now on its fourth rotation through the CD player in my computer.

From all I have heard and read and seen about Mr Yorke, he seems to be the dictonary definition of "tosser", but his music is just what I need. Melodic and soulful, with a hint of weird.
It is very similar in styling to the Radiohead album "Hail To The Theif", and his voice is just magnificent.

It will still be playing this afternoon, that is how not tired of this album I will be.

Nap Monster Attack

2006-10-25T08:35:00.000+09:30

Got home last night and felt tierd, well I suppose the correct word to describe it was crap, I was feeling crap.

I made myself a delightful dinner of sausages and beans with cheese. (Quite tasty if a bit country hick)

Still the crapness remained.
So to combat it I lay on my lounge room floor with a pillow over my face and, luckily for me, Alpha decided to plonk with-in scratching distance, so scratching the cat I fell asleep.

Or at least I thought I did.

I "woke up" half an hour later with a very sore arm, after having most of my body weight resting on it, (That is a lot of weight buckeroos) and remembering most of what happened on the TV while I was "asleep". It sort of reminded me of how you can feel when you have drunk to much, but somehow suddenly become sober and in pain. Not good, not good at all.

It took me a good hour or two to get over my "restful" nap.

Should have just toughed out the crapness. That will learn me.

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

2006-10-23T10:51:00.000+09:30

A day in the sun. Well more like 2 and a half hours. But that was enough.

I put sunscrean on my bicepts and my face and ears.
However my forearms were less lucky. They are red.

Lucky I tan out fairly well.

I found more spots I was sunburnt in the shower. The back of my knees and my scalp.
Stupid hair, too thin and whispy. Should shave it off and then I can at least put sunscrean on my dome. (and I think I look cool with no hair)

The sun is a ball of incandesent gas that burns at millions of degrees.
Thank you They Might Be Giants.

Opertunity

2006-10-18T15:50:00.000+09:30

Only knocks lightly.

I just got offered two weeks work, for cash in hand.
$2400.
Nearly double my salery. Plus I will be on holidays, so getting paid as well.

My first venture into the dodgy world of contracting.

But it should be a massive experiance.
12 sites in the Northern Territory. From Darwin to Kathryn.
And I've never been up their before either. Tops. No better than that. Mega Tops.

And it might be worth even more than that to me as well.
Feeling sort of worried as the organising is not up to me. But also excited because if I pull this off then I will have an overseas/round the world plane ticket paid for.

Feeling very tingly right now. Strange. Cool, but not.

Oh well. the worst thing that can happen is "Wolf Creek" and then I get to be the subject of a movie. So I win either way.

Mega Ultra Tops.

Yaaaarrrrrrgggg: A Pirate Story

2006-10-11T14:33:00.000+09:30

Once upon a midnight dreaming there was a pirate named Fredericbeard the Non-Molten.

Now Frederic was a nasty soul. With foul smelling breath due to his rotten teeth (he flatly refused any sort of breath freshener) and his bad washing habits (only if it rains hard enough) he was only slightly more liked than Darren the Hook-Footed*.

Fredric was one of these pirates who had no love of parrots. A strange hatred for a pirate true, but many a time Frederic was seen lining up a rivals parrot and cutting it down with his first volly from his pistol before attacking the owner.

You see Frederic was the son of a pet shop owner.

And the one animal in a pet shop that is always despised is the parrot. It has an uncanny ability to see everything and to only relate the bad things that happen in front of it. It is the natural alarm system. Always belived by the police and totally unfalable.

An example: One evening while working back late Frederic was cleaning out the kittens cage. A chore he loved, as kittens are furry and snugglesome. He had the kittens stuffed down his top, and they were wriggling round. Frederic triped due to the tickleing of the fur and knocked open the dogs cage. Frederic took a nasty savaging protecting the kittens from the enraged dog before he managed to push the dog back into the cage.
The next morning when asked if anything had happened over night the parrot did not respond.

On the other hand, the last night Frederic ever worked in his fathers pet store, while once again cleaning the cats cage he tripped and this time fell and squashed a kitten hidden in his tunic. The youl was horrendous before the silence. (This is the major reason no Pirates are to be found with cats on their shoulders, the first thing Frederic did in his pirating carear was hunt down all cat owning pirates and "liberated" the beasts from their incarseration.)
In his fear, for his father was an unforgiving man, Frederic let the dog out so that he would eat the cat and either remove the evidence or be blamed for the death.
The parrot had other ideas though, upon being asked who killed the cat it squarked "Frederic, Frederic."
Mortified and mentally scared Frederic left his home and all he knew, taking his only friend, his fish named Bob, and started roaming the earth growing a beard and a reputation so that when he again emerged into the world he was Fredericbeard the Non-Molten scourge of the fine dining set and friend of no man.

Not many would call the site of a foul smelling man wearing rags and a sword, with a dishevelled beard and a fish tank on his left shoulder scary. These people don't know Fredericbeard the Non-Molten. For he is the most feared of all of the land pirates of the Pacific Rim.

*Being a hook-footed person is easier than you might think, it relies on a great deal of balance and dexterity, but it is very easy to pick things up off the ground. Darren the Hook-footed had the problem of having the uncanny ability ruining any soccer ball in his near vicinity. And if there is one thing we all know, it is that pirates love their soccer matches. But in general if soccer balls are not involved hook-footed people are some of the most loved in history. Just look at Harrold and Geoffry, both with hook feet and both so famous I need not talk about them any more.

Sick Sloth

2006-10-09T10:34:00.000+09:30

I am a big fan of being sick, but only if you are in a position to take sick leave.
Being sick and having to work, or worse yet, having to have a weekend, sucks arse.

I have ahad a weekend of sickness and work. Poo all round.

Just a cold. Nothing major, but enough to fill my head with snot and mucus, and to mack my eyes rebell against ever working.
I am slowly getting better though.
My cure.

Put four pounds of self pity in a bowl and stir until every one around you is pissed of at you.
Then add 4 hours of sleeping on the lounge room floor with car racing on.
Stir in a little comfort food (Or alot depending on taste)
A pinch of I look stupid with this tissue stuffed up my nose.
Then add a whole bag full of nothing.
Mix well and liberally coat the sick person while they are lying on the recliner couch.

This should cure you of the cold. Or at least make you sort of bearable.

Oh and my nose has become sand paper. Stupid nose.

I hate colds.

The Only Reason A Real Man Shaves A Place Other Than His Face.

2006-10-05T08:48:00.000+09:30

I have had my back shaved about 5 times in various times and in various amounts.
I have also had half of my chest shaved.
Now my wrist.
Why you ask. Well it's all int the name of art.
Using my body as a living canvas.
My latest and fourth addition below. Pain is a strange thing. I usually don't care to watch needles and the like, but I had to watch the tattooing yesterday as I felt sick when I looked away. Strange. Might have had a bit to do with the head cold I seemed to be getting. Today it is much better. So maybe the tattooing has helped shock my body into overdrive and has helped my get over my cold. (I only had it for about 2 days) Don't think my cure will become popular though.
For all the people who send me postcards. I you look close enough you might see it on the fridge in the background. I will be getting the rest of my arm done. I just need to come up with an idea that I like. Probably get the artist to come up with the design though. Birds of some discription, flying around, possibly, no make the probably eagles. (Bird of Prey, Flying High, Bird of Prey, go Fatboy go.)
Oh, and a random picture of my cat Alpha (aka Little Bet, ie Alphabet, aka Plonker) Doing the wonderful thing of sleeping on my flatmates bed.

Strange Act

2006-10-04T12:44:00.000+09:30

Did something very strange this morning.

I shaved the inside of my left wrist!?!

The feeling of my cloths on this area put it in my head to shave more of me. But with the amount of hair I have I think the regroth would be horrendus and too itchy to do. So hair it is.

Photos tomorrow of why.

Rock On

2006-10-03T09:46:00.000+09:30

Sunday was a big day.
It was the first time I have sung with the band for an audience of more than wives of the other members.

Set list.
1. Pinball Wizard - The Who
2. Dakota - Stereophonics
3. Sunshine Of Your Love - Cream
4. Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes
5. Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd
6. Am I Ever Going To See Your Face Again - The Angles
7. Are You Going To Be My Girl - Jet

There were about 30 odd people there for the first run through. Everyone in the band was tense. I was ok, until about the second song in when the nerves hit, big time. I managed to forget two lines to the fourth song, and nearlycome in way to early in another couple of spots. But over all it was ok.
I enjoyed myself and found out why people need to perform. If you talked to me afterwards you would have found a very pumped up and crazy sloth, ready to go out drinking and partying.
I did neither though. Just a kick of a footy and waiting for the bass players parents to arrive so we could run through the songs again.

The second time through was great. I still had performance nerves but none of the excess anxiety. The bass player said that for the first run through he had had one to few beers, and for the second he had had one to many. I was stone cold sober, and I liked it that way. I performed, and gave something to my audience that was missing in the first run through.

When I got home I cracked oped some premix burbon and had a few cans. I crashed, big time. Huge adrenilin down. And I didn't come back up till about 2pm on the Monday (luckily a public holiday so I could recover with some intense TV watching.)
Just want to perform now, feel more confident with giving the audience something to watch, and giving them a show. Bring on the new stuff. The rehersals are worth it now.

Both shows are on a DVD so I get to look at myself and have a cringe.
But Wow. With more songs in the repertoire I think these family get togethers will be more and more fun.

Pure Manly Manness

2006-09-29T08:08:00.000+09:30

Ok so being a handyman is not one of my few skills, but I can use a screwdriver and cutters are easy.
However the skills involved in drilling and hanging pictures into cement walls are still hard to fathom.
So for this reason, my flatmate and I went to the wonderful store "Bunnings". A quaint little buy every thing you ever needed for fixing a home or living out doors kind of store. Charming really.
SO it's late night shopping and we enter the store at about 6:15pm.
First things first, to reclaim some of my lost manhood. We look at BBQ's since I don't own one, we weight up the pros and cons of all of them. In the end decide that if we could we would buy the $2000 BBQ and not have an oven in the house. ($2000 on a BBQ, I cringe at the thought of spending $200, I mean who the fuck needs a $2000 BBQ. Is it friggin gold plated or something, does it come with it's own butler. $2000, what a WAFTAM.)
Then on to eskys, and then down an isle that advertised "Golf Course". We did walk down this isle, but found no golf course, not even a Par 3 course or a mini golf. False advertising sucks.
Then to the highlight of any venture into the hardwear store. The power tools section.
Plenty of manhood to be found in there, just smell the testosterone coming off those drills and sanders, and don't get me started on the routers.
Well we spotted a hammer drill, perfect for drilling into hard surfaces, of which cement is one. We looked at the price, looked back to the drill, then to the price. Um "Was it made in china by kids under 12 getting paid 3c an hour for their labor?"
The drills was $39. This changed our night. We now saw thay we could indeed afford to create our own power tool dynasty with cheap and nasty tool that were sure to break on the second use. But the comment of "But at that prrice we can't afford not to." came into my head.
Now to find what else we need.
An exploitory insurge down isle 2 found the wall plugs and the screws. But wait were they the right screws, ah ha, no, there ones are better.... and these ones are even better than those, wow, who knew there were this many types of screw. Way tops.
So wall plugs screws. Screwdriver?
So back to the tools section. Find a screwdriver with inbuilt storage of the bits, wow, and its made by "Black and Decker", Sold.
Drill bit? But which one, the choise is to large, I won't be able to over come my awe at the sheer size of the drill bit universe.
Ok, ok, breathe, in, out, in, out. Relax.
So what do I need. Masonary, yep concreat is masonary. But what brand, well this one seems to be the largest in the wall of drill bit universe. Now what size, how the hell should I know?
Stay calm, stay calm. Just look at the wall plugs. Oh, it tells me. 6.5mm. Excellent.
Ah ha. the wall of drill bit universe is no match for my analitical genious.
I hold aloft the drill bit of power and a beam of light spotlights me in its awe, and angles sing of future glory.
The drill, by god the drill. Which one. The $39 el' cheapo brand. The $60 brand name. Or the $45 ok brand. Split the difference, $45 it is then.
Go on grab it.... no, look out. BANG. Ok we won't be buying that one then, get the one behind it.
To the checkout Batman.
$80 later we energe into the glorious night with manhood intact and testostrone levels high, full of joy and happiness at the handy works we are about to embark upon.

All glory be to the Hammer Drill and the Maconary bit of power.
Hardware stores are so tops.

Cloud Thoughts

2006-09-26T09:32:00.000+09:30

So to one of the strangest things about me. Well maybe not strange, well not for me. (Someday I will blog about Seagull Theory)
Ok, so clouds freak me out. Ok stop laughing now, not clouds as such but what they make me think of. Clouds are fine, rain bearing things. I like clouds, I really do. But sometimes they freak me out.
Clouds make me think of the world as a submarine. As if that makes it easier for you to understand.
How to explain it.
The world in a ball right, with an atmosphere that has oxygen and all the other good things that protect out wrinkly pink skins from the harsh universe that is out there beyond our blob of exixtance. This "protective coat" of an atmosphere is held to us by the "buttons" of our rotation and magnatism. The earths rotation and magnatism. (I had visions of people spinning around saying "You know it's me and that guy over there who pulls the chicks that keep the atmosphere on this world you know." at parties trying to impress the ladies. Hmm... might try that. Better that what i'm doing at the moment. any way back to clouds)

Now, we humans are good at several things, and completely stuffing up our planet is one of them. I mean there is only so much of the atmosphere. It is a finite reasourse, like oxygen on a submarine, and once we use it all, or poisen it badly enough, there won't be any more.

How is looking to move into space going to be a solution? We can't even keep our planet from dying how are we going to make space colonies work. We have a massive planet with everything for wonderful lives on it, and all we want to do is rape it to make a buck and accumulate the most tokens we can so that our children can have more tokens. What about the the riches of natural beauty and of harmony with our enviroment. Why is making money more important that peoples lives.

Capatilism is stupid.

And this is where my mind goes when I look at clouds. It gets into the whole "what is wrong with the world today" mode. And I bitch and rant, mainly to myself thankfully. But it makes me feel better, but only about myself.

I often wonder about the arrogance of humanity to belive that this world is for them. People put too much belief is god, in all his (or her) shapes. It was my thoughts that he put you on the planet with free will, and that this was his greatest gift. So use that free will to help people for your own happiness, and stop thinking that if I belive in god riches will come and good things will happen to me.

Their isn't enough smite in the new god that people are worshipping. He needs to smite fear into people again. Worship him because you belive, not because he could make good things happen to you.

I don't belive in him and good things still happen to me.

And my mind keeps going. And all this comes from clouds.

Fluffy white clouds.

Sweet Driving Bliss

2006-09-26T09:09:00.000+09:30

Another day, one last country trip for a while (with work any way)
This time to a place called Yumali. About 140km out of Adelaide towards Melbourne.
The drought has been very bad for the farmers, you can really see the drought in the crops. It's spring and the fields should be green and bursting with life. But they are stragly and week, at best crops.
Ok so the below photo is "faked" as in I placed the skull on the rock. (I've never know a sheep to die quite with that much photo framing in mind) But the skull was only 1/2 a metre away. So the movement was not that bad.
The skull now sits on my desk, pretending to be an engineer who was on hold on the phone to long. It may look green but their is no brightness These crops should be GREEN not green.
And how often do you see this, a lone sheep. I swear there was no other sheep with in 200m on this one. Maybe a black sheep of the heard. (Ho ho ho, I'm so funny)
And this is just a nice photo.
Good to be out of the office for another day.

We did travel to Bordertown as well, and back for the night, so about 600km in the day. Not bad, not bad at all. Had to concentrate hard for the last hour. My brain started to hurt though, could have done with a little nap. But push through the pain. Just make sure to not die.

Dying would be bad.

It Gets Worse

2006-09-18T09:30:00.000+09:30

The Freddo (a peppermint twin) that was in my computer bag blew up.

Now I have to wipe the minty goodness off my cables.

Not happy Jan.

Washing Machine Blues

2006-09-18T08:02:00.000+09:30

Good title for a song.
12 bar excellence talking about troubles with a washing machine. It would be pure hit magic. Better than the blues talking about your baby leaving and taking the dog and truck.

And I have a new verse for this song.

I am a lazy washer. I don't check pockets of my clothes before I wash them. So tissues are a problem when I have a cold. I think most people know the pain of a tissue infested load of washing. Major pain in the arse.

I have found the next step in the pain in the arse ladder.

Try washing a packet of chewing gum.

Yes, one packet of chewing gum (Not the type with the hard outer shell but the type that is 7 strips per packet) opened and with 5 peices still intact, well before the washing machine got at them.

So I opened the washing machine and my first question was "What the hell is that?"
and then as I reached for it and pulled it off the botton of the machine, my brain just went "Ah crap!"
So I pull out all the washing, noticing all the little bits of paper stuck to the clothes. But then I pull out a new shirt, worn twice and bought 2 weeks ago. 4 pieces of chewy located at various parts of the shirt.

Insert expletive here and repeat.

Ok so I peeled them off and hung it up to dry, in a vain hope that being dry would make it easier to remove the rest of the gum that is still stuck to the shirt. We will see how that theory works, but I have my doubts as to its effects.

There are about two things about this incident that make me grateful for small mercies.
1: Only one shirt copped the gum and more clothes were not hurt.
2: The shirt only cost $7. So only the loss of time hunting it out was lost. (I was a nice shirt though, dress shirt and all.)

Many brain fades at the moment. Will have to try and get it back into gear so that I don't eat soap instead of cheese.
Feel very stupid at the moment.

I've got those washing machine, chewing gum blues.

Wonderful Stupidity

2006-09-13T09:03:00.000+09:30

Got out of the car last night. Walked to the mail box to grab the crud that had accumulated there from the day.
Pulled out my car keys and pressed the "Unlock" button and wondered why the mail box did not click open.
As soon as I had done it I remember thinking "Tops work Champion. You idiot."
Ah, we all have our stupid moments.
This is one I'm proud of though.

Curiosity Made The Cat Wet

2006-09-11T10:29:00.000+09:30

I thought he would fall in. But sadly for amusment value, he didn't.

Computer Still Dead

2006-09-11T10:17:00.000+09:30

It recovered for about 4 hours under the loving guidance of a friend. But then died again when I got it home.
Technology eats rude bits of a monkey.
This blogging when at work is ok, but you get no real time to create. I need the quiet of my house.
Stupid computer.

Royal Adelaide Show

2006-09-11T10:02:00.000+09:30

So, I went to the show.
I love the show and I try to go every year, I even took a day off work to go this year. It was worth it 5 hours of show fun and amusments.
I took lots of photos but thought I would only put in my defining moments for me to have a good Show experiance.

Wood Chopping.
If you haven't sat down for a half an hour or so, and cheered on some guy on stand 5 to try encourage him to win, then you haven't been to the Show.
This year I got lucky and managed to catch the tree felling, this is the best as not only are there sharp bits of metal (ie axes) but also the danger of falling.
Tops. The next defining moment is the purchasing and eating of a Dagwood Dog.
Who ever invented a hotdog on a stick covered in batter and deep fried and smothered in tomato sauce should be given a Nobel Prize in chemistry.
See below for the pure genious of it.
The problem is that they are only avaliable at the show and not for the rest of the year (much like the beloved Bertie Beatle)
Mmmm.... Deep fried goodness.

Can't you just see the smile on my face as I stuff my gob with the pure greatness of a Dagwood Dog.

The only problem was that I kept tasting it for the next 4 hours or so. But even after that long it was still nice and I would do it again in a flash. My arteries might complain a bit though.

Good News and Bad

2006-09-06T09:12:00.000+09:30

The bad news first.
My computer was so screwed that we had to format the hard drive.
Managed to save most of my data and my I-Tunes muck. Mainly due to luck and dexterity (Ok, so not because of dexterity.) I have two hard drives and my C drive has the OS on it, however my F drive has my data. Lucky sort of.

The good news is not really news, more an experiance.
Driving back from the gym at 9pm. Going along West Terrace.
With Bently Rhythem Ace's song "T-Spot" playing very loudly in the car.
And fire works from the show exploding in the distance.
Nice.
With the rain and cloud cover it only added to the effect of highlighting the fire works.

It softened the blow of probably not having my computer at home until Friday at the earliest, and then having to get all my other info (like e-mail addresses) again.

Bugger.

Technologies Pain

2006-09-04T10:02:00.000+09:30

No I have not been excessevly lazy. Just my normal amount of lazy.

My computer at home has decided to blow up. It won't boot.
I have one of my friends looking at it, so I can't see any mail sent to my personal address, or blog from home.

Bugger.

Hopefully my hard drive doesn't need to be blown away. That would be very bad.

So once again I say bugger.

Another Trip.

2006-08-31T14:53:00.000+09:30

Another day another trip, this month has been good for them.
And as the oold saying goes, "Make hay while the sun shines." because we all know that these trip will soon dry up. (Though I hope not.) The view from Minlaton mobile phone site. Nice. You can see where the farmers are cropping. They mainly are barley or peas. The peas are not the eating kind but some sort of legume, nitrogen fixating plants, ie good for the soil when not leaving a field fallow. (Crop rotation policy)
I know some of this from the cocky we talked to about the job we will be doing out there, but also from geography classes in school. Hey, that means I was paying attention. Wow learn some thing new every day.
A cast of hundreds watching me take photos. Not a great shot. But the sun ment I could not see through the view finder. So I took a guess. They are sheep, if you can't tell. Funny animals, very heard orientated.
And this is the photo they watched me take. This was a good looking valley. The picture does it no justice.
Ah salt bush (I think)
Mmmm.... Barley, pretty with the Flinders Rangers in the back ground. (Very southern end of the rangers)
And this is one of the site we visited on the day. Not mutch to look at thought, even if about 50gig of data goes through here every second.

Bellybutton Blackhole

2006-08-30T16:57:00.000+09:30

I just ate a donut (or 3)
Iced with sprinkles. Yummy.
Now I was, and still am, wearing a woolie top and a singlet.

So how did a sprinkle end up in my bellybutton?

The gravitational pull is strong in this one.
Oh, and to gross you all out, yes I did eat it.

Payday Friday and a Sunday Movie

2006-08-27T22:53:00.000+09:30

Well Payday Fridays are a good thing for me. Time to fed the CD junkie inside me.

1: "Welcome To Jamrock" by Damian "Jr Gong" Marley
2: "New Forms" by Roni Size and Reprazent
3: "Ruckus" by Galactic
4: "Freedom" by Jurassic 5
5: "We Are Night Sky" by Deadboy and the Elephantmen

I have already listened to "Welcome To Jamrock" "Ruckus" and most of "New Forms" and am very pleased. "Jamrock" was the greatest surprise, it is not just reggae music, but it has rock, pop and some dance vibes all though it too.
Another $100 sunk into my little craving. But $100 well spent.

And I missed out on most of CSI Sunday as well, but this time it was under my own conditions.

I went to see a movie, "Snakes On A Plane".

I didn't think they put movies on like that at cinemas any more. You know the ones, the ones where you know the story from the title of the movie, and the plot is so far fetched that it is ludicrus. Well this had it all. The filght attendant who was on her last filght, the rapper, the married couple, the randy couple, the annoying dog. Any and all polt constructs were there.
I pissed myself laughing though.
Those friggin snakes were so funny. How can you not laugh at the absurdity of it. Way cool. I havent laughed that hard in ages.
Oh and I think I might break one of my own rules and watch a Will Farrel movie. Taladega Nights looks ok, and the line of "Controll your heart rate." and the reply of "I can't controll my heart rate, there's a cougar on my chest." had my sides hurting. (I think I was the only one who laughed at this)

Any way, to bed now. Oh and my cat has become even more cute (dam him) by now snuggling up to me as I'm sleeping. I wake up most mornings to his face and purring. Pity he does snore a bit though, might have to get him one of those strips to open up his nostrils.

Another Day, Another Country Trip

2006-08-23T15:42:00.000+09:30

This time the trip was to Clare for more transmission for mobile phone towers.

Do you know how hard it is to get photos near a phone tower with no wires or a tower in the shot. It is fairly difficult.
So many vines. The whole Clare Valley is covered in them.
Great rocks with lichen, I like lichen.
Rocks and sky. My favourite subjects.
Mmmmm..... canola.

Bee Happy (Ho, ho, he, he, so funny)

Sunday Snoozy Sunday

2006-08-21T11:52:00.000+09:30

Sunday was good.

Gym in the morning, running to and from (well ambling due to my gym parners lack of lungs, He must only have one or something.)
So the pecs and bicepts were burning. Home for lunch and then up to Nairne for band practise.
Practice went well, and I finally found my range on nearly all the songs and am even singing them with out the lyrics glued to my hand too, so i'm a happy camper there.

Home at 6pm, was dinner over by 6:30pm.

Might just close my eyes.
Wake up for CSI sunday (8:30pm), shouldn't snooze that long.

Eyes close.

Eyes open.

What is this muck on TV now.
What time is it any way.

1:30am
Oh.

Think I will go to bed now.

Bloody nap monster got me a good one.
Missed CSI sunday too.
Not good.
Hopefully will catch NCIS tonight (I think it is anyway) can't go a week with out seeing some bad guys brought to justice.

D,E Artists Album

2006-08-17T19:38:00.000+09:30

The album is Deep Purple's "Deepest Purple, The Very Best Of Deep Purple"

Old school metal, when guitar wank was king.

Review: "Dig Your Own Hole" by The Chemical Brothers

2006-08-17T18:59:00.000+09:30

OK so it is longer than a week.
No real excused, but here it is.

I will always think of this album fondly even if the sounds can seem dated some times.
"Block Rockin' Beats" launched the Chemicals and it blew my mind.
I love a base line, and the Chemicals introduced it to me in a way that I had not heard before, pounding beats, streight into your chest.
I love it.

But if you can't handle big beats, and I mean big, and whaling sirens, and boy do they whale, then don't come near this album, it will hurt your ears.

From the classic "Block Rockin' Beats" that opens the album, all the way to "Setting Sun" the album is like one big mix, and Noal Gallager's (from Oasis fame) vocals on "Setting Sun" soar through the wonders of a synth guitar with the sirens going crazy, it is a great track.

Even through the stranger tracks on the album, through "Lost In The K-Hole" and "Where Do I begin" (it will always remind me of the movie "Vanilla Sky" staring every ones favourite scientologist) to the epic trumpet blaring of "The Private Psychdelic Reel"
I simple Love this album.
It totally put me in a place that allowed me to think of music as a whole and not to discard anything with out hearing it first, and to Tom and Ed I am forever grateful for that.

I had one of the best nights of my life dancing to these grooves.

Big Day Out in the Boiler Room on a 40degC day at 10pm. The Chemicals start to play.
Me and one of my friends had gotten into the room but only about 15m, 30m or so from the stage next to the indoor sound tower.
It was enough.
I put my backpack down and waited for them to start. I didn't even see them, or if I did I can't remember it.

The sirens just started.
Then the beats.

I put my head down and danced. I lost track of time as I explored that space in your head that is full of both nothing and everything.
The beats, the sirens, the people, the heat.
It all added up to the perfect Chemical experiance. Who needs drugs when you can float on pure energy and emotion.
I try but it was indescribable.
I got rid of my inhabitions on a dance floor (which still have not come back to this day). Not that I'm good, just nonplussed by what others think.

After an eternity of about an hour and a half to two hours, the set ended as it had begun.
With a siren calling us all back to our bodies so that we could return to our lives.

Wow.
No really, Wow.

I heard a rumor later that it had gotten to about 60degC or so on the stage and that Tom and Ed had to be taken to the hospital for a drip after the concert. Tough cookies these techno boys.

For the above reasons and so many more a fantastic album.
One of the greats of all time.

9/10

Friday Lunch Gets Hot!

2006-08-11T23:05:00.000+09:30

Ah Friday, and a pay day to boot.
So it is eating out time.

To the pub batman.

Not a bad pub either, I have been there before. Good prices, you can tell by the number of pensioners that frequent it.
Chicken Schnitzel for me, with gravy of course.
Salad bar looks good, so I have a crack at it. Nice potato salad, and colslaw.
Roast vegies too, why not.

Here is where the fun begins.
The "Sneeze Protectors" are set up so grandma and pops can easily access the food. Me at 6 foot with my numpty hands and fingers have trouble navigating under the guard.
Still I persevere and manage to procure some cheesed colieflower, brocolie, and roast potato with out incident.

So on to the roast pumpkin. Set at the back it is a very tricky course to get to it. The plastic tongs seem to be hot enough to melt in my hands.
That piece looks nice, I just have to move my hand this way to get at it so I can lift it.

Wow, my hand can move quick, oh yeah, a heat lamp will do that to you.

Manage to get another piece of pumpkin, but I paid a heavy price for my orange gold. I now have a 3/4 inch welt on the back of my hand. Punishment for my attenpt at pumkin entrapment.

I think it will leave a scar for a very long time. I will have to make up a good story about it though, imagine telling people about burning your hand trying to pick up pumpkin.
Maybe something about rope burn, all sorts of possibilites there.

Anyway, the schnitzel was a de-boned chicken made flat, like all good schnitzls in pubs, bigger than the place it came on. Drowned in gravy, with 3 or 4 chips caught in the flood stuck under the meat. At $12.50 and new scar for chicks to dig, I think I did pretty well out of lunch.

PS Orange meal from previous post was very nice. Mmmmm... Tasty.

Dinner Time

2006-08-11T22:17:00.000+09:30

For a friend of mine in America I will now describe a very Orange meal I have just cooked.

Roughly chop 1 spanish onion.
Roughly chop half a green capsicum.
Place in warm oil with 2 tea spoons of crushed garlic and 2 tea spoons of chopped ginger.
Fry till onion is "clear".
Add one quater of a butter nut pumpkin (finely but corsly chopped)
Add one carrot (finely but corsly chopped)
Stir in and fry for a while. (technical term for how ever long it takes you to add the next ingredient).
Take one chicken breast and turn into chicken mince. I did it on a whim by smashing it with the flat of my chefs knife and then running the blade through it a gazillion times.
Then see the tomatos on the window sill and add two of them for good measure. (chopped corsly)
Add chicken mince and fry for a while. (see above for ccorract timing)
Add two heaped desert spoons on "Patak's" Rogan Josh Curry paste and two jam glasses of water. (I mention brand only because i'm sure every brand is different.)
Stir in well and lit simmer till most of the liquid has evaporated off or until too hungery to wait, which ever is shorter.
Turn on to bowl (boal) and eat.

This is the bit I am up to now.
It is waiting on the counter for me to attack it with a splade (not a spork you heathens)
Have to wait for it to cool now.
Looks nice though.
A very dark orange.