skills of the scarred pirate
hmm. after not really posting for going on a month my friends list seems to have doubled. traditional mathematical theory clings to the notion that you need at least three points of reference as a bare minimum to even vaguely predict trends, but i'm from the now generation where singular point based specious reasoning is just fucking dandy, so i'm considering not posting for a year just to become a new god. maybe i should run an election campaign of sorts to be on the safe side promising free powers of flight and invisibility for all, with bonus jetpacked animals for the devout. and possibly tax cuts, i haven't quite decided yet.
random events:
lauren was in melbourne for a while, and i managed to catch up with her for coffee a couple of times which was good. i haven't sat around with someone that knows me really well (and she still knows me better than anyone, give or take) and blabbered about stuff that's on my mind since i got here, but she bore the weight of my purging quite well. god bless people who can make my cynicism seem like a unique and useful characteristic, yet still tell me that i have too many negative affirmations (in the hippy personal negative reinforcement sense of the word). i guess her point was to focus on the fact that i am the total shit and use it as a comparative benchmark for pointing out why everything else is inherently fucked. my ability to take constructive criticism on board is superior to your ability to take constructive criticism on board, cunts.
lucksmiths' launch was good, but i'd seem them do better shows. here's a hint kids - if you're trying to cryptically hint at who you're going to cover through rambling tales, then be wary about using the word "quiff" too early as everything afterwards is superfluous. but versions of everyday is like sunday. yay.
pete's birthday was on saturday, which basically involved a drinking a shitload of beer and going to see the bites (this time i managed to take a nap on the couch at the cue _without_ having the living shit beaten out of me) before going (back) to the rob roy. somewhere along the way i cut my palm while piggybacking brett and pete at the same time (not by choice. volition seems to disappear when your body-mass instantly triples) and a streak of its blood unknowingly ended up on my face giving me a swanky faux-pirate scar for a while. rock.
sitting around the house all the time is starting to become a little passe, so i decided to go to the botanical gardens yesterday and finish as many of the half-read novels on my floor as possible. unfortunately this clashed with my plan of sitting around on my ass downloading pastels and pooh sticks mp3s for a few hours, so i only ended up with enough time to go to alexandra park and read near the shore of the yarra with a makeshift picnic of foccaccia and iced coffee.
i was surveyed for my opinion on the state of the park, which i don't think was that useful given that i'd only been there once before and this time i was deliberately sitting with my head down and my back to it. a lot of my responses were based on either asking the interviewer questions or making assumptions after turning my head ("do they have toilets here? yeah, i think the facilities are adequate", "um, the grass is nice and green, i'll give the groundskeeping full marks"). maybe i should've suggested free wireless networking/internet telephony facilities to aid the phone bill of the guy on the opposite bank who was sitting on a bench talking on his mobile for four hours straight.
went to bec's birthday drinks last night - drinking classy beer and eating chocolate cake = good. found out that nat was taught by helen's mum and had elle's dad as a dentist (or doctor or whatever the hell he was). in perth the minimal degrees of separation are accepted as a widespread in-joke of sorts. when they pop up over here they just seem fucking weird.
we now also have 3 chimay glasses in our house as a result of the night. while i had nothing to do with them actually being stolen, i did actively encourage it. given that there wouldn't be _that_ many people with "yay generic sports team x" clothing items if their support wasn't so closely tied to the outcomes of [game of choice y] (and hence justifying inclusive phrasing like "we won". one of these days an mvp will go to someone for their amazing contribution to the game by sitting on the couch eating doritos while swearing loudly at the tv), i don't see why i shouldn't take all the credit for their procurement.
random events:
lauren was in melbourne for a while, and i managed to catch up with her for coffee a couple of times which was good. i haven't sat around with someone that knows me really well (and she still knows me better than anyone, give or take) and blabbered about stuff that's on my mind since i got here, but she bore the weight of my purging quite well. god bless people who can make my cynicism seem like a unique and useful characteristic, yet still tell me that i have too many negative affirmations (in the hippy personal negative reinforcement sense of the word). i guess her point was to focus on the fact that i am the total shit and use it as a comparative benchmark for pointing out why everything else is inherently fucked. my ability to take constructive criticism on board is superior to your ability to take constructive criticism on board, cunts.
lucksmiths' launch was good, but i'd seem them do better shows. here's a hint kids - if you're trying to cryptically hint at who you're going to cover through rambling tales, then be wary about using the word "quiff" too early as everything afterwards is superfluous. but versions of everyday is like sunday. yay.
pete's birthday was on saturday, which basically involved a drinking a shitload of beer and going to see the bites (this time i managed to take a nap on the couch at the cue _without_ having the living shit beaten out of me) before going (back) to the rob roy. somewhere along the way i cut my palm while piggybacking brett and pete at the same time (not by choice. volition seems to disappear when your body-mass instantly triples) and a streak of its blood unknowingly ended up on my face giving me a swanky faux-pirate scar for a while. rock.
sitting around the house all the time is starting to become a little passe, so i decided to go to the botanical gardens yesterday and finish as many of the half-read novels on my floor as possible. unfortunately this clashed with my plan of sitting around on my ass downloading pastels and pooh sticks mp3s for a few hours, so i only ended up with enough time to go to alexandra park and read near the shore of the yarra with a makeshift picnic of foccaccia and iced coffee.
i was surveyed for my opinion on the state of the park, which i don't think was that useful given that i'd only been there once before and this time i was deliberately sitting with my head down and my back to it. a lot of my responses were based on either asking the interviewer questions or making assumptions after turning my head ("do they have toilets here? yeah, i think the facilities are adequate", "um, the grass is nice and green, i'll give the groundskeeping full marks"). maybe i should've suggested free wireless networking/internet telephony facilities to aid the phone bill of the guy on the opposite bank who was sitting on a bench talking on his mobile for four hours straight.
went to bec's birthday drinks last night - drinking classy beer and eating chocolate cake = good. found out that nat was taught by helen's mum and had elle's dad as a dentist (or doctor or whatever the hell he was). in perth the minimal degrees of separation are accepted as a widespread in-joke of sorts. when they pop up over here they just seem fucking weird.
we now also have 3 chimay glasses in our house as a result of the night. while i had nothing to do with them actually being stolen, i did actively encourage it. given that there wouldn't be _that_ many people with "yay generic sports team x" clothing items if their support wasn't so closely tied to the outcomes of [game of choice y] (and hence justifying inclusive phrasing like "we won". one of these days an mvp will go to someone for their amazing contribution to the game by sitting on the couch eating doritos while swearing loudly at the tv), i don't see why i shouldn't take all the credit for their procurement.