maybe it's all over

Gonzo: bizzare, unconventional

I have the attention span on a 6 year old with ADHD who's had far too much red cordial. It took me about 15 minutes to explain something simple last night because I kept getting side-tracked. Damo is not allowed comment on potential casues for this state of mind, because my head may explode.

Oh, and kids, what's with all the domesticated bliss going on? People are cleaning house and buying cars and having anniversaries. Does this mean that I'm going to end up being the odd friend of the parents that rocks up every so often with photos of weird places he's been and things he's done? It feels like it already. Most people are ridiculously easy to impress. Thankfully most people I regularly hang around are harder to impress, otherwise I'd feel like the dancing bear...

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Y'know, it's only a matter of time before my bike gets into a fight with something bigger than it. Like the ground. And I just know I'm going to get dragged into it, and get beaten up...

Why are you regretting the choice Jen? I only regret it when I get through an entire packet of Tim-Tams...

My home computer is cactus. Not in the spiky desert vegetation sense, more in the sense that it doesn't run Windoze particularly well. Sometimes not at all. It was running when I left, so I'm afraid to turn it off again. And, hence not doing much updating of things from home.

Saw Sin City last night. Man that movie had an affect on me. I've only played the computer game though, not read the comics, so I don't know what it was like as an adaptation (it was very different from the game), but it seemed really well done.

Elise, I slept 12 hours on Sunday night by going to bed at 5:30pm. Yeah, tired. I'm beginning to think that I'm broken inside my little brain. Every time something's solved, *bam* here's another one to deal with.

Jen, you're right about there always being more toys to buy! I've found out about a few funky things to get for my camera to make it even more awesome!

That is all for now.

You guys would not believe how awesome my new camera is. And I got a 512 meg memory card for cheap (compared to their normal price, anyway).

Only a new computer left, and the initial stage of my rampant consumerism is over. Further splurging may then be planned, dependent on what I find...

Med students get freaky work experience. Approximate conversation last night:
Me: "where's Colleen?"
Cam: "she's delivering babies"

Jen, awesome results! You should kick the boy for lack of congratulations and excitedness.

Aww man, I got told what I'm doing wrong at work today. Which sucks. But, it's nothing major, and a lot of it has to do with: a) me not being sufficiently assertive, and b) management not really knowing what hours I work (I get here before them, and keep lunch short, so I can go home early). So, really, I'm doing pretty well provided I remember a couple of things.

And pay day is Friday. More shiny toys for me!

Speaking of toys, I should get my camera at some stage this week. Apparently almost o-one in Brisbane keeps a Canon G6 in stock. Geez people, it's not that fancy a camera.

Speaking of relationships (well, Elise and Jen were, anyway), I believe that Ben and Elise should know that they've pretty much ruined relationships for me. Because I'm not going to stay in one that's not as awesome as theirs. Sickening, really.

I can't type today, so I'll go and play with computer models...

Why must everyone take terrorism so damn seriously. If only we treated it as a laugh, and a great joke, they'd almost definitely stop. Mum called me a huge cynic when she told me that a guy I knew from school who's now over in London was alright, and I told her I knew, and was more concerned about him breaking his neck on a banana peel. *sigh*

Yesterday was a good day, but now I feel low. Yesterday I had a job interview, for what sounds like an interesting position at a huge medical researcher, helping look after their study database in a cancer division. It went well, I don't know if I'll get the job, but I at least sounded good, and they were friendly. A pleasant email was waiting for me at home, announcing I'd won the auction for a cool bike. After phoning the lady I went to pick it up, and it was GRRATE. Then I climbed, the two hardest climbs we had set weren't quite a breeze, but I raced up them clean. But still, today I feel low.

There's now 3 (yes THREE) bloggy places that I could/would/should/maybe post at, here, and my very own omad.net, and old faithful livejournal. There's pros and cons to all, maybe I should just use them all, and see how much of my life I can waste blogging. Sounds fine, that's the plan, now to it stan.

Man, it's a shame I can't just cackle madly at work. Because otherwise I would.

I'm not particularly athletic. I just like doing slightly crazy things, and I'm only good at exercise when it's fun. What is it about climbing? I really don't know, I just enjoy it. And I really wouldn't say it's made me hot. Hotter, definitely, but that wasn't hard! Damned efficient metabolism, combined with love of food.

Man, it kinda sucks when someone does something silly and it's going to return to haunt them forever, especially when no-one was actually hurt as a result (just inconvenienced/pissed off). Are you planning on being a criminal lawyer when you finish or what Jen?

Elise you have to have an ADO on the weekend that I come down for your housewarming! So must Ben!

What's the difference between phlegm and sputum (apart from phlegm being a more awesome word)?

I wouldn't trust those chickens. You'd probably find feathers in the bread...

I love not having my siblings around. I get along with my brother much better now that we so rarely see each other.

I have no interestingly unusual news to report. Much climbing and riding was had over the weekend, which led to a sore, tired Anthony (Jen, we should start a club of sore, tired people). I also sore Evermore (hey, it was free) on Saturday, which was reasonable. I was incredibly amused by everyone who left as soon as the played the one song that everyone had apparently turned up to hear (seriously, who does that?), yet also annoyed by them. I'd hate to be in a band that people only turned up to hear one song, and then left, as though we weren't any good. Cretins.

Make sure that there's plenty of Iodine in your diet, else you too shall become cretinous.

SO WHAT'S WITH THE VIOLENCE ALREADY??

It shits me that people think that blowing up a few random people is going to get them anywhere. Or that civilian casualties have become acceptable/excpected (on both sides). And that a few nutcases are enough to see an entire religion or racial group negatively stereotyped.

All blowing people up does is make people dislike you even more, so quit it already.

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People give you odd looks when you carry a bike seat around. It's my third line of defense against getting my bike stolen, okay? Because even if they get the 2 locks off, it wouldn't be much fun to ride.

Both cars and pedestrians suck. Cars are worse, because it'll hurt me more than them if I hit them. There's damned well going to be an altercation with the next idiot that steps in front of me.

The Gnurrs they come from the woodwork out!

I've decided I need a credit card, so as to buy expensive things. I tried to buy a mountain bike on Saturday, and my card told me I couldn't spend that much at once (just over $1k). So hopefully I can buy aforementioned beast this afternoon using a great wad of cash. CASH, I SAY. I'm tempted to get a brown paper bag to hand it over in.

Man, I need a holiday. This whole 4 weeks a year thing isn't nearly enough to go tripping across the countryside whenever the urge strikes. Thank god for regular weekends (I never got those at uni) or else I would truly go nuts. Like a squirrel, ya hear?

WowZER! Activity!

Having just been pointed back here, and reading all the news, I've promptly forgotten it again, and don't know what to say. So rambly nothingness for now.

Rumbled up to the Glasshouse Mountains today and did of bit of the climbing game thing, fun was had, fingers were shredded, food was demolished.

I'm living back in Brisbane again, but lacking a job. Not being particularly proactive about finding one though, which is bad, mostly. I think I need something temporary, so I can head off and do fun stuff whenver I feel like it.

ttfn

SUCH A HIVE, THIS PLACE. OF ACTIVITY, THAT IS.

Here's a BEN update, not that anyone asked for one or anything D:

I don't know what I was doing when I actively contributed to this one so I'll start from the beginning.

As you all know, I moved to Melbourne and fell deeply in love with a tram. I rode said tram all the way to full time work.

I worked full time in a shithouse job for 10 months. I moved to a less shithouse job that became a more shithouse job during the 14-16 (who knows) months that I stayed there.

I cracked it, went home for lunch one day, and looked for ANOTHER job, hopefully one that would be less shithouse.

I found such a job at 1-Stop Connections Pty Ltd (www.1-stop.com.au).

I began at this company in May 2004 and climbed the corporate ladder like no motherfucker you've ever seen. In May 2005, I was offered a position in Sydney as 'Customer Service Manager' (what a fucking stupid title).

What I really do: Manage our customer service reps, specify, test, and manage implementation of bug fixes and enhancements to our web applications (yawn).

So basically they made an offer I couldn't refuse, so I didn't refuse it. After consultation with Elise we decided to move to Sydney and live the life of an upper-middle class career oriented couple.

At twenty fucking two years of age.

Life's pretty fucking good for the moment, I must say.

I've been working in Sydney for three whole weeks now, and really enjoying my work. It's quite busy at times, but to be frank, they pay me a wad of cash.

I also have a new blog at www.tetchy.org - it's spam ridden at the moment because I neglected it until just yesterday. I am now going to make an effort to post here more often.

My toothbrush does not make my gums bleed.

My fire twirling stick does not burn me (it does not exist).

<3 DING DING