lord john marbury.
Keep the glass topped up
It's not over just yet
Pull off the social bluff
Celebrate your success
Turn the sunlight out
Find a place in the shade
If you measure the world
By the mark that you've made.
1. The discovery of WebMD has made me even more of a hypochondriac (if that was even possible). Am now convinced I have no less than eight incurable illnesses, and am simply biding time until certain death.
2. The Footpath Library, an awesome charity which supplies books to homeless people, is supported by Peter FitzSimons (ex-Wallaby rugby international; master of four languages; journalist; phenomenal non-fiction author; one of my favourite people ever.) Yes, I learnt the above information from the sappy, domestic piece of crap television that is Random Acts of Kindness. But still, Peter FitzSimons! Bow, scrape, pay respects etc.
3. Related to Lesson #2, I have realised the full extent to which I am a rugby union snob. Compared to league, union is smarter, tougher, more tactical, more brutal, better sponsored, more responsible, more community-minded, international, and the fans are far superior in every respect (we are particularly better-looking than our hillbilly league cousins, and our heckling is witty and passionate. Evidence: Aust. V France, Wallaby fans heckled the Frenchies in French, and later in Italian in a hilarious nod to those crazy Euro-rivalries within the Six Nations comp. HECKLING IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE IS THAT NOT WONDERFUL AND TERRIBLY CULTURED etc.) Such snobbery bodes well for the fact that I’m being dragged to an NRL game this Saturday. I still haven’t ruled out wearing my Wallabies scarf and continually muttering about aforementioned union superiority while drinking Bundy and reading FitzSimons’ biography of Nick Farr-Jones.
4. thepunch.com.au is slowly but surely restoring my faith in Australian journalism / politics. Intelligent people respectfully disagreeing and having in-depth conversations and examinations of pertinent issues, and politicians not being afraid of appearing ‘too smart’ for the Australian public. About bloody time.
5. I am too stubborn for my own good.
6. Post-haircut world is decidedly more colourful and lively than pre-haircut world. Turns out the insanely long fringe was blocking out quite a lot. Hair style is exactly the same, but less ‘lion’s mane’ (as mother dear took to calling it) and more ‘manageable bed-hair.’ Hurrah! It’s the little things.
7. Stevie Wonder is a fucking genius.
8. Macq Uni really does have the best holidays. Not having to go to uni is vastly more enjoyable when everyone else (bar fellow Macq-ers) is slaving away in first week classes. Ah, the unparalleled joy of reading facebook status after facebook status bemoaning having to go back to uni while you sit in you pajamas at two in the afternoon, drinking red wine and listening to Patrick Wolf. This is what the life of a dole bludger must feel like.
9. Twitter trending topics are only really useful for finding out who’s died.
10. You know you’re obsessed with a certain debonair food critic when you find yourself watching Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader just for a glimpse of their cravat.
It's not over just yet
Pull off the social bluff
Celebrate your success
Turn the sunlight out
Find a place in the shade
If you measure the world
By the mark that you've made.
1. The discovery of WebMD has made me even more of a hypochondriac (if that was even possible). Am now convinced I have no less than eight incurable illnesses, and am simply biding time until certain death.
2. The Footpath Library, an awesome charity which supplies books to homeless people, is supported by Peter FitzSimons (ex-Wallaby rugby international; master of four languages; journalist; phenomenal non-fiction author; one of my favourite people ever.) Yes, I learnt the above information from the sappy, domestic piece of crap television that is Random Acts of Kindness. But still, Peter FitzSimons! Bow, scrape, pay respects etc.
3. Related to Lesson #2, I have realised the full extent to which I am a rugby union snob. Compared to league, union is smarter, tougher, more tactical, more brutal, better sponsored, more responsible, more community-minded, international, and the fans are far superior in every respect (we are particularly better-looking than our hillbilly league cousins, and our heckling is witty and passionate. Evidence: Aust. V France, Wallaby fans heckled the Frenchies in French, and later in Italian in a hilarious nod to those crazy Euro-rivalries within the Six Nations comp. HECKLING IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE IS THAT NOT WONDERFUL AND TERRIBLY CULTURED etc.) Such snobbery bodes well for the fact that I’m being dragged to an NRL game this Saturday. I still haven’t ruled out wearing my Wallabies scarf and continually muttering about aforementioned union superiority while drinking Bundy and reading FitzSimons’ biography of Nick Farr-Jones.
4. thepunch.com.au is slowly but surely restoring my faith in Australian journalism / politics. Intelligent people respectfully disagreeing and having in-depth conversations and examinations of pertinent issues, and politicians not being afraid of appearing ‘too smart’ for the Australian public. About bloody time.
5. I am too stubborn for my own good.
6. Post-haircut world is decidedly more colourful and lively than pre-haircut world. Turns out the insanely long fringe was blocking out quite a lot. Hair style is exactly the same, but less ‘lion’s mane’ (as mother dear took to calling it) and more ‘manageable bed-hair.’ Hurrah! It’s the little things.
7. Stevie Wonder is a fucking genius.
8. Macq Uni really does have the best holidays. Not having to go to uni is vastly more enjoyable when everyone else (bar fellow Macq-ers) is slaving away in first week classes. Ah, the unparalleled joy of reading facebook status after facebook status bemoaning having to go back to uni while you sit in you pajamas at two in the afternoon, drinking red wine and listening to Patrick Wolf. This is what the life of a dole bludger must feel like.
9. Twitter trending topics are only really useful for finding out who’s died.
10. You know you’re obsessed with a certain debonair food critic when you find yourself watching Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader just for a glimpse of their cravat.