tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34832212011-04-22T13:37:25.132+10:00read me, I'm relevant!Formerly xtn,etc. and before that, A to Z of XTN.
There's nothing random about this blog.xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.comBlogger2841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-43872794236698307392008-04-20T02:45:00.002+10:002008-04-20T03:00:25.172+10:00that her dream is to one day quit whatever she was doing and open a small cafe where she would hold readings and philosophical discussions in the corner. And the way she explained it and then got embarassed when she caught herself babbling about it for just a little too long. If I could write this story any better, then I would be a much better writer than I am. Oh, how could that NOT be worth axtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-30097182441024733132008-02-13T01:23:00.000+11:002008-02-13T01:35:05.891+11:00just found on Facebook this old friend of mine that I lost touch with. We had a short but nice bond for a little while and now it seems she's married. To the guy who, when we last spoke, had been a total dickhead to her. I mean, really bad...I guess maybe they figured things out. Or maybe he changed his spots. Or maybe dickheads do finish first... seems to happen a lot.But I gathered this info xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-44832496446366719372008-02-06T22:56:00.000+11:002008-02-07T00:04:47.565+11:00even though you know it's not really real, it's still nice. It's still nice to think someone cares. Someone loves you. Someone thinks the world of you. And yes it's not real. Only foolish people and those under the age of fifteen should expect anything other than that this game must end at some point. And most likely in a fizzle or a fit or a ful-blown tragedy.But that doesn't really mean it xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-11880353735353738792008-01-31T01:00:00.000+11:002008-01-31T01:38:13.904+11:00These are but tiny little sparks.Let them breathe and they will grow.Keep them in darkness and they will still shine.But may they never be smothered or crushed or discarded.May they never grow old and tired and stale.May they never be ignored.May they never be forgotten.May they never die.xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-53969570054437385772008-01-28T21:52:00.000+11:002008-01-28T22:19:41.733+11:00like his role in Monster's Ball where he died early. He was brilliant. A standout in that film, and then his character was snuffed. Suddenly. Unceremoniously. And it made a hole and left me, as the audience, wanting. Yeah I'm pretty bummed about Heath Ledger's death. I mean, not that I'm I'm crying or anything but I do feel it. He was young and he was very very talented. At 28, I dare you to namextnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-6371578086684588622008-01-14T21:34:00.000+11:002008-01-14T21:46:38.786+11:00that work is normal again. I'm on top of things there. At least for a while. There's a To-Do list in my head that I feel I should complete. Some of the items are quite easy and others aren't. And maybe not all of them REALLY need to get done.Writing more is one of them. But I am having a problem of not really caring. About anything. I just feel like having fun for a while.I just watched Little xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-18259462380381043282008-01-11T00:04:00.000+11:002008-01-11T00:05:57.276+11:00so was walking after work around the city. I went to the comic store like I do every Thursday (which is shipment day), but this time I went on. Wondering the city made me feel a little Holden Caulfield, except without the fascination with death. Actually I can’t really remember how much death was involved with the book but I just remember that it made me depressed to read it and I didn’t like it xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-86754147818065606042007-08-26T23:16:00.000+10:002007-08-27T01:00:32.880+10:00Nothing much to reportI haven't touched blogs for ages. I have written or read any in a while, and I'm not sure that anyone still reads it except for Joeii. God bless her.So, since the conjuctivitis, it's been fun fun fun. First there were the nose bleeds. In a period of three days, I had five nose bleeds (though I think they all stemmed from the first), which may not sound that amazing except xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-68401630387703763962007-07-24T21:30:00.000+10:002007-07-24T21:38:06.647+10:00Adventures in ConjunctivitislandI probably should have gone home on Friday but I persisted with the trivia night even though my eyes were already bloodshot by then and excreting a sticky substance that looked like a cross between pus and snot.On Saturday morning I woke up and had to peel the green crust that had locked my eyes shut tight. And my left eyelid was swollen and the redness was gettingxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-40235341497170912832007-07-09T22:59:00.000+10:002007-07-10T00:04:21.179+10:00Federer is really really goodI like Federer. I think he's the most likeable sporting superstar of my generation (and by superstar, I'm talking upper upper echelon once-in-every-20-years-type stars). Michael Jordan was too relentless, Tiger Woods plays too boring a sport, Michael Schumacher still is a dickhead and Ian Thorpe sells pearls.Last night, Federer beat Nadal in a very tough 5-setter to xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-71905661580053178762007-05-30T00:06:00.000+10:002007-05-30T01:39:25.909+10:00I’m a geekSo the most exciting news to come out of last week was the hint (yes, just a HINT) from George Lucas that there might be a new Star Wars movie in the works. Speculation says that it will be set way in the past, in the golden age of the Old Republic.Now why is this exciting?Only because that’s the setting of the GREATEST COMPUTER GAMES EVER!Yes, I wasted many many hours playing Knights xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-62936751963610316842007-05-23T23:26:00.000+10:002007-05-24T01:15:32.239+10:00Talking with Sleepwalker 23.05.07 7:24pm or thereaboutsSometimes you frustrate me.Other times, it's really nice and I laugh.It's good to laugh.Although some consistency would be nice.But I guess that's not what I like about you.And I do.- What is that? A song? A poem?- Maybe.- It sucks.- Thanks.- You use 'nice' too much.- I like 'nice'.- I can see that.- I'm not much of a poet.- I can see that xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-22110600466357488412007-05-20T22:42:00.000+10:002007-05-20T23:07:38.138+10:00Two really badly-written reviews of sortsI have no idea why the movie is called The Science of Sleep because I couldn’t spot any ‘science’ in it. But I think it would make a perfect date movie, except I wasn’t on a date, which is a shame I guess. But I still really loved the movie.My friend wasn’t as enthused as I was about it. She said it was nice but there weren’t any memorable scenes in it. I xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-49883915788464977612007-05-17T01:30:00.000+10:002007-05-17T01:38:35.045+10:00Christian, David and Paul[Spoiler warning to anyone that might be watching the play]The reason why I generally hate watching or reading true stories and biographies is that I end up spending a lot of time wondering how much of it was truly true.To me, fiction is king. I say never let truth get in the way of a good story. And anyone who thinks that truth is stranger than fiction probably just xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-78872478256287849452007-05-16T00:39:00.000+10:002007-05-16T00:45:16.299+10:00The highlight of my dayA: Have you guys seen that Wild Hogs movie?D: What's that?A: It's the one about the middle-aged guys who go out on Harleys. It's got John Travolta and that guy from Fargo.D: Who?A: And it's got that black guy. What's-his-name.D: Danny Glover?A: No. Um... Martin somebody.D: Martin Glover?A: No...D: Martin Sheen?A: No... black!xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-23583863043053181772007-05-07T22:59:00.000+10:002007-05-08T02:18:17.098+10:00Memoirs of a hack writer (or... The love that dares to speak its name)The very first story I can remember writing was about a ninja. He went into hiding as a child and then didn’t come out until he was thirty, by which time he had become an incredible skilled fighter. I don’t quite remember how the rest went, but I assume he killed a lot of people.The second story I remember writing was pretty xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-70543461292834670232007-04-29T21:16:00.000+10:002007-04-29T21:47:03.327+10:00Word of the dayIrony is like the Where's Wally? (or Where's Waldo? for all you North American readers... I'm sure there are lots of you... ahem) of the English language. People love spotting it and then telling everyone else that they've spotted it.It makes them feel smart. S-m-r-t. Smart.Unfortunately, spotting Irony is often more difficult that one suspects and when you think you have found onextnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-68694991953745822972007-04-25T23:18:00.000+10:002007-04-25T23:56:29.502+10:00The best Anzac day everI gotta be honest with you, I don't feel Anzac day. It's just a day off for me. I have no real emotional link with the Anzacs and won't pretend to. But I do enjoy the day off. And I enjoy clocking off early and having a beer or a few on Anzac day eve.So that's what I did yesterday. Went to the RSL, had a few drinks. And I won a meat tray.Yes, a MEAT TRAY!Do you realise how xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1916032218977830252007-04-25T22:55:00.000+10:002007-04-26T00:10:49.507+10:00 Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™From Beckyxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-89940728121109071982007-04-22T22:58:00.000+10:002007-04-22T23:34:47.062+10:00Stuff about books and stuffI have a problem.I love reading books and I love buying books.But I am such a slow reader that it takes me weeks (and sometimes months) just to finish one book.So I have this huge backlog of books that I've bought and haven't read.Actually, I have another problem.When I read a good book, I find myself wanting to read other books of that ilk, so those outside that genre xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-14969364965877356592007-04-18T01:04:00.000+10:002007-04-18T03:03:46.723+10:00Lynching like it's Salem 1692It's like this.BloggerA writes a very short comedic piece about losing her sunnies in a dept store and then buying some plates or something. And she names it after a James Blunt song.Not long after, BloggerB also writes a very short comedic piece about losing something, except this time it's about an IPod, I think.You know, it's that whole 'I can't live without xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-22847865255723894632007-04-14T03:10:00.000+10:002007-04-14T04:28:22.377+10:00 God bless you, Mr VonnegutKurt Vonnegut Jr. was my hero.In so many ways, I've wanted to be like him.When I first read Cat's cradle, and then Slaughterhouse V shortly after, I felt a connection that I had never felt before to a novel. His narrators are so weary of the world and the motions we go through every day that we call life, and yet they care so much. They can't help but care. It was like xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-48566092093296384752007-04-09T22:11:00.000+10:002007-04-09T23:07:40.036+10:00Happy EasterEaster is not really something that people go out of their way to celebrate the way that we do with Christmas. I've always suspected that the reason could be as arbitrary as the fact that Christmas occurs at the convenient time of the year's end, but I dunno.In terms of my faith, however, Easter is a lot more important. Christmas was the start of Jesus' journey, but Easter was his xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-73841236078633789412007-04-03T23:46:00.000+10:002007-04-04T01:28:32.880+10:00Pocket universesI was exchanging emails today with a few friends and it really struck me how little I could relate to what was being said. One guy, for example, has this thing for really nice and expensive headphones at the moment. But he also rarely (if ever) buys actual CDs (blank CDRs don't count) and he says he doesn't listen to entire albums. Which only leaves pretty much the hit songs. Now,xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-26597960173199033012007-03-29T23:29:00.000+10:002007-03-29T23:35:19.347+10:00I'm big in the PhilippinesApparently so.As of last night, I've received four Friendster 'friends' requests from teenaged girls in the Philippines.I don't get it. Is this a joke? Is it a scam? Are they real? What do they want?I haven't replied to any of them.And they don't even seem to be friends each other, which makes it even more puzzling.What am I missing here?Is this happening to anyone else xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-43201032391707632002007-03-27T23:23:00.000+10:002007-03-27T23:56:23.651+10:00I just downloaded the Kooks' album and am listening to it.This is what I'm doing.I'm bored. And a little anxious. A little worried.I have a buzz from just having played basketball. We won. We're just too good for the competition. We win even when we play crap. There's just one team that we reckon can beat us.I use up a lot of my head space with playing guitar and singing and writing songs. But xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-39097592506770691062007-01-23T01:57:00.000+11:002007-01-23T02:35:43.466+11:00Take a bow, Mr MurrayI just witnessed, a few minutes ago, Rafael Nadal beat Andy Murray in 5 sets to move into the quarters of the Australian Open. In the end, Rafa simply bullied Murray with sheer physical strength. Murray just didn't have much left in the tank by the 4th set, while Nadal had that same pit bull look that Mike Tyson used to have when he was just about to knock someone out.But xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-15562901944106348932007-01-16T00:02:00.000+11:002007-01-16T00:50:04.120+11:00Introducing... THE IMPRACTICALS!What happens to the superheroes who got cut from the X-men?What happens to the ones that Spider-man doesn't wanna be friends with?What happens to those whose super powers have limited practical applications to fighting crime?!They've banded together to form...THE IMPRACTICALS!Name: The SweeperAlter ego: Sweepy ChanA mild-mannered computer programmer by day, Sweepy xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-41110011149646152032007-01-08T23:20:00.000+11:002007-01-09T01:02:05.077+11:00My weekendIt seems to be true that gay guys are crap at ball sports.On saturday, I was playing captain ball on a team of women in their 40s and 50s, and we managed to beat a team of young (well, around my age) gay guys.OK, so we did lose to the gay cops team. But considering that one of our team members can't squat and that probably only I could run 100m in under 2 minutes, I think that's saying xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1764777284219407242007-01-05T00:48:00.000+11:002007-01-05T01:47:12.236+11:00Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrellby Susanna ClarkeEver wanting to be poetic, I felt that I should buy this book while I was in England, but the exchange rate at the time scared me away and I bought the Stepford Wives at a bargain bin price instead.But I eventually got around to buying it once I got back to Sydney. I'd heard so much praise for it from my preferred literary circles (geeks and snooty xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-36654548345126620272006-12-24T11:30:00.000+11:002006-12-24T11:51:01.060+11:00The Last ChristmasIt’s Christmas eve and in a few hours we’ll be having our annual family Christmas party. It’s an Event. Every year. We have a website set up for it. We have a very involved Kris Kringle system. It’s fun. It’s quirky. I really love it.I’m making Flemish stew for the dinner component of the evening. It’s going to taste amazing. Even if I do say so myself.But this year, there’s a xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1158676083339064502006-09-20T00:25:00.000+10:002006-09-20T00:28:03.350+10:00I'm in Singapore in transit. My ears hurt from the landing. And the annoying woman in front of me had her seat back all flight (even the seat next to her which was empty!). Plus she watched Sweet Home Alabama twice in the same flight, which I can't respect from anyone except Lillian. I need to go to the toilet now.xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1157902379427026092006-09-11T01:25:00.000+10:002006-09-11T01:32:59.443+10:00Idols (but if you don't want to read about Idol, there's more stuff under this...)Idol is back in full swing. Here’s my quick rundown of it.Get the two young pretty boys out. They suck. They have no power in their voices and they’re both way too goody-goody.Ricky is a less gay version of Anthony. Get him out too.There are three jailbait girls. Reigan is a passable singer but she’s cute so please xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1157560099223894332006-09-07T01:11:00.000+10:002006-09-07T02:28:19.326+10:00About living with me:It's like masturbation except you can do it in front of your own motherIf my memory serves me correctly, we went through this a couple of years ago. It’s people getting itchy feet and changing jobs or going overseas or both. It’s the couples merry-go-round. Either they’re splitting or consolidating. It’s buying property, moving out. Moving elsewhere. It’s buying cars or xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1155923836435308002006-08-19T03:45:00.000+10:002006-08-19T19:17:09.426+10:00Truth, justice and how scratching one's nose can somestimes lead to full nasal penetrationIntroductionThis is something I’ve been meaning to write for a while. But I haven’t gotten around to it and now that I’ve had a bad week at work and I don’t feel like sleeping and I’m stuck on chapter 7 of Magic for Beginners, I think I will.It refers to one of Beckster’s blog entries. And if you’ve ever xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1155650869694397352006-08-15T23:59:00.000+10:002006-08-16T00:07:49.716+10:00by request...Celebrity men who should hang it up because their best days are far behind them (and are annoying me by sticking around)Jack NicholsonSir Paul McCartneyJim Carreyxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1153903362403526042006-07-26T18:40:00.000+10:002006-07-26T18:42:44.293+10:00Today's list:Celebrity women who should hang it up because their best days are far behind them (and are annoying me by sticking around)MadonnaDemi MooreAshley OlsenMary-Kate Olsenxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1153724102660347852006-07-24T16:51:00.000+10:002006-07-24T17:01:39.280+10:00My little ode to the KillerOn the weekend I bought a DVD copy of The Killer (I already own a VCD version) and went home to watch it straight away.So now I want to write about this, because it is in some ways one of the most influential films that I’ve seen. It’s a shame that to most movie audiences outside of Hong Kong, Chow Yun Fat will be remembered for such turkeys as Bulletproof Monk and the xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1153115418614492742006-07-17T15:11:00.000+10:002006-07-17T15:50:18.686+10:00I lost my internet connection a couple of weeks ago, which is not that bad a thing, except that it happened on a night when I needed the internet to send off an application. But the application wasn't so important, seeing as though I felt it rather unlikely that I would get a positive response. So it wasn't so bad after all. What am I trying to say? No much.On the other hand, this gives me a xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1151462062598329732006-06-28T12:32:00.000+10:002006-06-28T13:31:15.806+10:00I'll miss watching Ned Zelic slouched on his couchWith the Socceroos’ defeat at the hands of the ref, and the Italians, I am reminded of why I normally hate soccer. Here is a game where the end result can have very little to do with the actual game. Yes, Australia has trouble handing the finishing blow to the other team. They just tend to attack and attack and then fizzle at the end. And yes, xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1150700267533987272006-06-19T16:55:00.000+10:002006-06-19T17:00:19.500+10:00Tosser profilesThis is a new ongoing segment of my blog where I profile people I have met who I think are tossers.Ratings are from 1 to 10 — 1 being not much of a tosser and 10 being the ultimate tosser.I encourage you all to start your own Tosser profiles on your blogs. There are so many of them around!TOSSER AWho: Guy at work. Kinda high up. Has recently started running a lot of xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1150267390772137582006-06-14T16:35:00.000+10:002006-06-14T16:43:10.803+10:00In which I reach a new low point in my lifeToday I got my credit card rejected at JB HiFi while trying to purchase the Best of David Hasselhoff CD.*takes a bow*xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1149436904270505342006-06-05T01:52:00.000+10:002006-06-05T03:27:32.346+10:00Existential IdleI spoke to this guy once. He had tried out for Idol and made it as far as the celebrity judges before getting rejected. And when I asked him about it, he was dismissive, keen to change the topic and even feigned a poor memory of it.I couldn’t understand it at the time. Surely it was more significant than that. Surely it’s like one of those once-in-a-lifetime things that you wouldnxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1148998066761856552006-05-31T00:05:00.000+10:002006-05-31T00:07:46.773+10:00Love(tt) is in the airA couple of weeks ago, a friend was saying that this girl was looking to meet new guys and so I said ‘Cool, bring her out.’ And he says ‘She’s a nurse.’ And I say ‘Cool, bring her out.’ And then he tells me that she actually remembers me. We met something like two years ago at my birthday party. The one with the cage and stuff. Anyway, then he tells me to forget it. I didn’txtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1147965472001848392006-05-19T01:16:00.000+10:002006-05-19T01:17:52.013+10:00xtn takes the rubbish outI hope you get to read this eventually. Or else it should be pretty obvious from how I act around you. It shouldn’t really come as much of a surprise anyway.As far as I know, we’re square now. And if we’re not, you can tell me and I’ll square it off. And then with that, we’re done. I will not be associating myself with you from this point forth.Here’s what you did:- You xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1147706864924144782006-05-16T00:12:00.000+10:002006-05-16T01:27:47.023+10:00Sleepwalker and meHe comes back to me from the dead in these times.On trains. In cars. Walking down the streets of Chatswood on a late afternoon.Welcome back.It's good to be back.So tell me something.Love is like an apple. You can pick it up and eat it and it tastes pretty good. Especially the red ones. I'm not so fond of the green ones.What are you on about?Nothing. It's late. I'm tired.Tired?xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1147099668317253252006-05-09T00:20:00.000+10:002006-05-09T01:30:42.716+10:00How I made my way back to the computerThe iRiver has gotten me back to the computer. I have a hell of a lot of CDs and it's been really cool to go through all my old records (I'm old school) and remembering that I had forgotten how good some of this stuff is. I'd forgotten how good Eminem is. How good del Amitri is. How damn good Joan Osborne is. Most of these albums bring back memories of some xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1146667636895589832006-05-04T00:46:00.000+10:002006-05-04T00:47:16.916+10:00I’m on a bit of a roll. A mini roll. But a good one. Part of it will be lost because I’m not quite as giddy now as I was last night but the feeling is still here.We won last night. Our mixed team. I was wrong. We can be OK. We’ve improved a lot the past few weeks and last night we beat a decent team by one point. I scored the last basket with 10 seconds to go… but only after I stuffed up the xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1145375971068662842006-04-19T01:57:00.000+10:002006-04-19T01:59:31.090+10:00My great escapeTonight I’ve decided to blog. Maybe only because for once I have something worth writing about. I went to the Great Escape Festival on the long weekend and it was mostly a positive experience. I haven’t really been to a big festival before. The only one before this was The Feelgood Festival on New Years Day. That was much smaller. Here are some of my thoughts on the weekend. There’xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1140887865231272692006-02-26T04:16:00.000+11:002006-02-26T04:17:45.243+11:00More Magic stuffBack with a new chapter!Woohoo!Here you go!Cheers!xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1137509816654157452006-01-18T00:15:00.000+11:002006-01-18T01:56:56.713+11:00The basketball bit (if you don't care, then skim through or skip entirely)Tonight we lost yet another basketball game and I think it's all beginnng to be a blur. I know that we've never played together and some of our players are new to the game etc. But I don't even think we're playing the best with what we have. And I certainly haven't played my best. Thing is, for me to play my best, I need toxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1133783759196656832005-12-05T22:38:00.000+11:002005-12-05T22:55:59.230+11:00Answering BellThere's this song called Answering Bell that once upon a time was called Just Saying Hi in its demo version. So that's why I've called it that. Because that's what I'm doing. Just saying hi.And because I'm being a bit of a wanker.I haven't written for so long so I suppose it's too much to ask to have people still checking. Even my South African friends have stopped checking my storyxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1128346519856137682005-10-03T23:33:00.000+10:002005-10-03T23:35:19.863+10:00I need a mint that refreshes my breath and tastes greatI think I’m in love with the girl in the Tic Tac commercials. And I’ve had no luck finding out who she is. Can anyone help?_____Movie RecommendationMy actor of the moment is Cillian Murphy (28 Days Later, Batman Begins). Today I saw an Irish movie where he stars with Colin Farrell and Colm Meany. It’s fantastic. You should all see it! It's xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1127804986700505042005-09-27T17:07:00.000+10:002005-09-27T17:09:46.706+10:00Idol Power Rankings Week 4It’s like self-administered torture, really.I watch these shows and every week I complain about something or other. Tonight, I’ll probably get pissed off about Dawn Fraser staying on Dancing with the Stars. At least on that show, the judges are pretty fair and accurate.Last night, Laura left Idol and I’m going to say similar things as what I said last year when Amali xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1127408891883924432005-09-23T03:02:00.000+10:002005-09-23T03:08:11.890+10:00New H&O UPDATESThe next part to my witch story (Or Magic for Beginners, as I've so stupidly named it) is now available. Just click HEREOr Here or even HERE!And there many other wonderful updates, including the History of H&O!xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1126624358031458262005-09-14T00:05:00.000+10:002005-09-14T01:31:06.393+10:00I caught up with an old friend. Who's also a friend's ex. But by now, calling her that is unfair. It was a good catch up. She's mellower now. Still a bundle of energy but much more self aware now. She's a great girl. We had coffee at the same place where we caught up the last time. It's the same place I used to go with my own ex, as well as a few other people, who I suppose are someone's ex's. xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1126104881050341472005-09-08T00:33:00.000+10:002005-09-08T00:54:41.106+10:00Something for youOK, here’s what’s been happening with me. At least since last Friday because my memory doesn’t really stretch beyond that at the moment.So I was drinking. Oh yeah, I’d taken a couple of days off and then I went out on Friday and I was drinking. From about 6pm to 2:30am with about 2 hours eating break in between. And when I went home (around 4am), I started writing this simple 4-xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1125591336766850802005-09-02T00:12:00.000+10:002005-09-02T02:15:36.816+10:00Part 4Part 4 of the witch story is now available at H&O's Incredible 3Ring Writing Circus. Please spread the word if you enjoy reading it.Asian PrideI want to write a bit about Yao Ming. To those of you who haven't been following the career of the 7'6" Chinese NBA player, he's really been a wonderful role model for all Chinese people everywhere. He's conducted himself, every step of the way, withxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1124810358158905242005-08-24T01:13:00.000+10:002005-08-24T01:19:18.166+10:00OK, here it is. That new literary website (blog) project I was working on. Up and running. For now, we only have posted up the three parts of the witch story that have been posted here. More to come real soon...Now the website is up, I can work on actually writing stuff for it.Again, potential contributors, contact me about writing.Potential readers, please spread the word! We'd like to have as xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1124376986850533922005-08-19T00:10:00.000+10:002005-08-19T00:56:26.903+10:00I have two projects currently on hand.The first is a new literary website (OK, it's another blog) that I'm starting with my friend, Ben. It will be a fiction-based site and the new home for my currently ongoing witch/magic story thing. At the moment, there's no restriction on genre so some will be serials and others just single contributions. We will be looking for contributors. So if this soundsxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1123162245833332842005-08-04T23:29:00.000+10:002005-08-04T23:30:45.853+10:00Part 3I came late to work again today. Which I suppose wasn’t totally not my fault. But I blame the trains nonetheless. I cursed them as I left the carriage and cursed them some more as I was walking to my office. Not the type of curse that my wife does, mind you. Just your average silent potty-mouthed complaints over the current state of the New South Wales public transport service. No one will xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1123153155992649272005-08-04T20:46:00.000+10:002005-08-04T21:33:09.180+10:00While I wasn't looking, apparently, Jason Mraz transformed into Guy Sebastian and released a second album. I'm listening to it now. Thanks Riss. But it's kinda crap actually. (Not that it's your fault, Riss! haha) All the cleverness that made his his first album fun is gone. He's just a crooner now. What a shame.xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1122993104277386682005-08-03T00:27:00.000+10:002005-08-03T00:31:44.286+10:00The trouble with leaving problems where they are is that they pile up over time. Like a messy room, for example. Procrastination gives immediate relief at the cost of having to face them at a higher level of annoyance later down the track. Sometimes, this may be a good thing. For example, back during uni, I always seemed to function better with my back to the wall. With an essay due in 24 hours. xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1121955947164587752005-07-22T00:11:00.000+10:002005-07-22T00:25:47.170+10:00Another bombing in London.They're looking for a suspect.Male.Tall.Black.Possibly Asian.Hmmmm...xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1121608670629214812005-07-17T23:55:00.000+10:002005-07-17T23:57:50.636+10:00So much fuss has been made of the Tom Cruise/ Katie Holmes affair. Yeah whatever.Here is my list of some older (than me) actresses that I would have trouble saying no to, if an opportunity to have an affair with them were presented to me. Unlikely as that may be. In no particular order they are…1. Diane Lane, 402. Michelle Pfeiffer, 473. Meg Ryan, 444. Ashley Judd, 375. Jill Hennessy, 376. Laurenxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1119969489398051482005-06-29T00:34:00.000+10:002005-06-29T00:38:09.403+10:00Some more stuffI’ve seen Batman Begins and it’s good. Maybe not quite as ear-to-ear-smile-inducing fun as Spiderman 2 but still just as good in its own way. I imagine this is what Ang Lee was trying to do with the Hulk except Chris Nolan executed it infinitely better. When Katie Holmes and Liam Neeson’s goatee are the weak links of a movie, you know you have a good movie. Everything was crafted xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1119367850083363272005-06-22T01:27:00.000+10:002005-06-22T01:30:50.093+10:00A quick glance at stuffI haven’t written blog-like entries for a while. I have written a bit of prose which I’ve posted and is, at the moment, infinitely more fun to write. Not much has gone on. Inside or out. I’m in slight hibernation mode perhaps. But here are some stuff I did want to mention before my memory fails me and I forget I was ever thinking these thoughts. If you came here looking forxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1118768966382955512005-06-15T02:58:00.000+10:002005-06-15T03:09:26.393+10:00She was twirling in the summer rain, out on the Library lawn. Her arms stretched out. Her head cocked back. Laughing. The sun’s rays broke the clouds and made the air smell like warm dew. As she spins around, she stumbles. Dizzy. From where I was, she looked cute. (This was, of course, quite a while before I ever saw her naked, at which point I reassessed her as more ‘hot’ than ‘cute.)I remember xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1117644070903992912005-06-02T02:24:00.000+10:002005-06-02T02:41:10.946+10:00The rate at which she has been bringing guys home has been alarming. It’s almost once a month now. It’s getting out of hand.It used to be maybe once per quarter. Around the same time as when the council rates came around, my wife would bring a guy home. Random guys. They wanted anything from a cup of coffee to sex to a simple use of our telephone. But they would all invariably not get whatever itxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1117179002950559642005-05-27T17:28:00.000+10:002005-05-27T17:30:03.626+10:00Gee. What to write…I find myself not in a blogging mood and not having been in one for quite a while. I don’t write in mine. I don’t read others. Nothing personal. I’m just not interested at the moment.I’m going out for drinks tonight. I don’t do that so often anymore. My doctor tells me I have a drinking problem. She says that you’re only meant to have two standard drinks a day. She tells me xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1116301215045333242005-05-17T13:39:00.000+10:002005-05-17T13:40:15.050+10:00I am so cool because I own one of these.xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1116084497948704172005-05-15T01:25:00.000+10:002005-05-15T01:28:17.953+10:00You get up early this morning and find out it’s not really that early after all. You don’t feel the least bit refreshed and your mouth has a funny taste. It’s the asthma meds you took the night before. After all these years, you should be used to it by now.At this point, you should probably go to the bathroom to relieve yourself. Or you could go back to sleep for a little while longer. It’s xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1115562097126443042005-05-09T00:20:00.000+10:002005-05-09T00:21:37.133+10:00We had this thing that I could hardly call a cot because it was so big that my mum could fit in it and she often did, with me in it as well. My brother and sister also used this contraption as babies, but since I’m the youngest, I was still sleeping in it to a ridiculously advanced age. Maybe five or six, I’d say. When I think back on it, it probably resembled a dog kennel more than anything elsextnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1115263420032693612005-05-05T13:02:00.000+10:002005-05-05T13:23:40.116+10:00Lunch diaryMondayI went to the chemist in the morning to get an ulcer gel for the five ulcers that have appeared in my mouth. Three come from a basketball accident I had last thursday when my own teammate jumped on my back to get a rebound and somehow cut my lip. Two were from biting my own lip while trying to scoff down a pork roll on friday night. It now hurts. Sometimes even to talk. For lunchxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1113318929001341112005-04-13T01:13:00.000+10:002005-04-13T01:15:29.003+10:00A loose approximation of what rap may have been like had computer nerds been the ones who started hip hop cultureUh uh uh uhUh uh uh uhDa king is backUh uh uh uhYeah!Whoo Whoo!I am back motherf*ckersD to da Wee to da B, I’m da whack lyrical professorMy albums sell faster than a Pentium processorYou can’t f*ck wit D. You can’t take on meI never do time for my many crimesI stole all these library xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1113192080276540332005-04-11T13:49:00.000+10:002005-04-11T14:01:20.276+10:00On Saturday, I awoke from a late-afternoon nap and said to myself:'I need to get out more.'And now that I've saved the galaxy and gotten Knights of the Old Republic 2 out of my system, give me a couple of weeks and I'll be back out on the town! I felt inspired! I'm a social animal, dammit!On Sunday, my body aching after an uninspiring game of basketball, I went to a local ATM and checked up on myxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1112707803266791342005-04-05T23:22:00.000+10:002005-04-05T23:30:03.266+10:00How Dancing with the Stars managed to become one of the most watched shows on national TV is beyond me... except that I haven't yet missed a single episode!Sadly, Jason had to leave tonight. The look on Ian Roberts' eyes said what everyone was already thinking... that he should've been gone.And Tom's a lock to win.xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1112540243622885192005-04-04T00:55:00.000+10:002005-04-04T00:57:23.623+10:00A moment, pleaseMy yearly breaking of the fast should always be a happy and celebratory occasion because oftentimes, unfortunately, Easter Mass just isn’t that inspiring. I think my priest, God bless him, should lighten up and stop whinging. Stop being so negative.It’s Easter. I need to be inspired.It’s important that I remember, as I’m watching the late Pope John Paul II struggle with his last xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1111584821114609792005-03-24T00:32:00.000+11:002005-03-24T00:33:41.116+11:00I don’t know what to make of it, but I’m feeling strangely happy. Or at least content. At the very least. I can tell because my car is playing Aerosmith and Kid Rock. Out with the bad air. In with the loud guitars and the White trash shouting.I feel a slight change in the air. I have a job that pays me little more than peanuts but at the best of times can make me giddy with grateful appreciation.xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1111407963516068082005-03-21T23:24:00.000+11:002005-03-21T23:26:03.516+11:0010 things I hate about you1. I hate that you’re never on time.2. I hate how much I told people how good you were for all those years.3. I hate how it costs me $4 to go from the city to Bankstown. One way. Off peak.4. I hate how you had seven of your ticket inspectors hanging around at Hurstville Station at 1am, wasting valuable State money that could be better used elsewhere.5. I hated all your ‘xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1111041858076449672005-03-17T17:23:00.000+11:002005-03-17T17:44:18.080+11:00I am a sucker.Here is the gist of what transpired today on my lunch break at the phone store.Girl: I see you've brought with you an ad for a phone deal that you ripped out of your mother's TV guide. As it belongs to our company, it's a pretty good deal. But here's what's going to happen. I'm going to tell you that we don't have that particular phone in stock. And then I'm going to offer you a xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1110894741405476812005-03-16T00:47:00.000+11:002005-03-16T00:52:21.413+11:00xtn’s guide to demystifying cookingDisclaimer: these are not necessarily authentic or traditional methods to cooking. This is practical cooking. It’s what you make for lunch on a trip away with leftover ingredients from dinner. Uh huh.To show you all that I have another side to xtn the homewrecker, I will now become xtn the homeMAKER.I talk to so many people who say they can’t cook and lot of xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1110643916734491362005-03-13T02:29:00.000+11:002005-03-13T03:11:56.736+11:00On the way home tonight, there was a conversation with my friends about going after a girl who's already taken and when the boyfriend happens to be a nice guy.On the one hand, we could end the conversation by saying: 'Well she's taken and he's a nice guy. Don't wanna mess with that. End of discussion'.But on the other hand, if I apply a more formal logic to this hypothetical, it becomes this:Aim:xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1109512955936476182005-02-27T22:51:00.000+11:002005-02-28T01:02:35.940+11:00Awake is the new SleepBen LeeI remember the first time I heard the first few seconds of Cigarettes will kill you.I was hooked right away. It seemed so refreshing. Undeniably pop. But also undeniably accentric. So I bought the album. And since then, I've bought his next album. And then I went to see him play with the other Bens. In this show he was, I must say, the least fun part. He seemed xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1109084824750239822005-02-23T01:39:00.000+11:002005-02-23T02:08:37.620+11:00Bits and piecesAt work, I always have to give the editors page proofs of our newsletters. And on each one, I write '1st proof' or '2nd proof'. One of our editors is gay. I'm so afraid that one day I'll accidentally write '3rd poof'.I just went to see Lior perform at the Vanguard in Newtown. Personally, I think he's the real deal. From talking with the people I went with, I guess he's not going toxtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1108903470638590242005-02-20T23:43:00.000+11:002005-02-20T23:44:30.640+11:00I’ve just spent almost my entire weekend without leaving my place once. Between 1am Saturday morning to 7pm Sunday night, I stayed exclusively at home. The highlights included watching Shrek, the ending of Four Weddings and a Funeral, a DVD movie called Wicker Park, a few hours of Rage and a British horror movie which, while admittedly was fairly lame, did feature a few glorious scenes in which axtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1108388378946386152005-02-14T23:45:00.000+11:002005-02-15T00:39:38.946+11:00Little little ants.Water trickle trickleDown below.Dream of a pricking prickingThere she goes.The smell of a pickly pickleBehind the fridge door.I feel like a donut.xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1108301241683106932005-02-14T00:17:00.001+11:002005-02-14T00:27:21.746+11:00Here's the sad thing.No matter what anyone ever says. What they swear to their nominated deity. What they have tatooed on their arse or whatever. When push comes to shove, no one ever picks mates ahead of dates. Guys. Girls. Whatever. Everyone's the same. At the end of the day, it's always so bloody predictable.And with that, a happy Valentines day to you all.xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1108036842093708452005-02-10T22:17:00.000+11:002005-02-10T23:00:42.093+11:00'Hi'
'Hello'
'I'm from the University of New South Wales and today we're doing a survey on young drivers under the age of 25...'
'Oh I'm over that.'
'Really?'
'Yeah.'
'OK then. Thanks!'
The rest was quick. I filled in the form at work already. There's another guy renewing his license next to me.
'Read the bottom line please.'
'Q-O-E-T-V-P-U-G.'
I'm thinking, I don't wanna do the eyetest with xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1107873838976105402005-02-08T22:23:00.000+11:002005-02-09T01:43:58.976+11:00Me no eat meat again now.
40 days.
No Habibs.
No KFC.
No steak.
Not even a Fillet-o-Fish.
This will take the edge off eveything else.
Puts a tofu-munching grin on my face.
xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1107438860938924232005-02-04T01:19:00.000+11:002005-02-04T10:24:54.340+11:00This is very good news. Although I'd be surprised if any more than two of you reading this will share my joy.
I have nothing else to say.
xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1107263461463012942005-02-01T23:40:00.000+11:002005-02-02T00:11:01.463+11:00xtn: Hey remember that tall leggy blonde girl I talked about?
Sleepwalker: The one who you passed on the way to the toilet?
xtn: That's the one. Anyway, now I sit only a few feet from her.
Sleepwalker: How many?
xtn: How many what?
Sleepwalker: Feet.
xtn: Oh I don't know! Anyway, we walk past each other a lot now.
Sleepwalker: Yeah? You guys talk?
xtn: Not really. But she did say xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1107090077271447542005-01-30T23:51:00.000+11:002005-01-31T00:01:17.270+11:00I was driving in my car today. The weather wasn't too bad. Slightly drizzling but nothing to bother me. The company was fine. In fact, everything was pretty much fine - should have been pretty much fine. But the thought passed through my head...
'I'm not having any fun.'
xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1106834655364708552005-01-28T01:55:00.000+11:002005-01-28T01:04:15.366+11:00Folks, if you haven't been watching the tennis, you're missing out. It's been one of the best Grand slams of the last decade. I can't remember the last time that the top 4 all made it to the semis. And it's a legit top 4 too. Each of them have at least one slam and each has been no. 1 at some point.
I just witnessed the mad genius Marat Safin beating the not-at-all-mad genius Roger Federer in 4 xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1106570654473715022005-01-24T23:29:00.000+11:002005-01-24T23:44:14.473+11:00My 2005 To-do List before I got slightly distracted by random thoughts of world domination
Try to go to church most weeks
Learn to play the guitar with a plum (or a plomb. either way...)
Start writing my novel
Take up tennis again
Eat healthier
Start my own religious cult
Become a super villain
Raise an army of obedient killer dogs
Enslave three entire villages in China
Conquer a minor xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1106027905186722442005-01-18T16:57:00.000+11:002005-01-18T16:58:25.186+11:00- VIRTUAL JOOK v1.0 –
This is a call to any and all computer programmers out there who may be able to help me out.
My recent Jook experience was completely underwhelming (sorry Alwin!) and made me realise that I’m just not up for these kinds of social occasions anymore. When I think back at 2004, the only really enjoyable dance party experience for me was my own birthday. And the reasons why Ixtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1105574889347437652005-01-13T11:06:00.000+11:002005-01-13T11:08:09.346+11:00Working at work
My IN tray is empty so I have little to do.
How much work I have to do is dictated by how full my IN tray is.
Currently it is empty.
I’ve mentioned that already, haven’t I?
*
The Academic department next door have hired a bunch of these Law students that do their research for them. And they’re all Asians. There aren’t that many Asians in this company overall so I’m xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1104983339621737922005-01-06T14:48:00.000+11:002005-01-06T14:48:59.623+11:00From my desk on the tenth floor of the PeopleSoft building, I am remembering this morning’s train ride to work. The second leg to be specific. I slept through most of the first leg. On the train I am thinking that $10 can get you more than just a ‘Best of’ CD. $10 can buy you nostalgia. I am also thinking of an email that was sent around the office yesterday.
Earlier this morning a suspicious xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1103384752556987682004-12-19T01:11:00.000+11:002004-12-19T02:45:52.556+11:0010 albums you may not have but should... just cos I said so
I really have nothing to blog about.
I'm sorry.
But for my own enjoyment, and because I'm watching Rage at the moment, here are the top 10 albums that I think have had the most influence on me.
In no particular order:
1. Melissa Etheridge - Self titled
The rest of her albums are pretty much more of the same. But this one is special.xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483221.post-1102338857680646892004-12-07T01:10:00.000+11:002004-12-07T00:14:17.680+11:003x7
__________
Signs my life is going good
1. I found new work.
2. I keep bumping into old high school friends. And I do mean ‘friends’. Not just people I went to school with who pretend to like me because we share a circumstantial bond.
3. I lose $80 and I’m not all that upset.
4. I go drinking and dancing and I have a great time despite it not being my own birthday party.
5. There are xtnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769630967270862483noreply@blogger.com0