The world is a glorious spinning bubble at my command
I just purchased Nights Into Dreams for the Sega Saturn. The only computer game ever made. And by extension the most awesome.
I really should write up a decent post. I guess I just need a little controversy in my life. I'm really very happy. Australia and those trapped within it are lovely.
I've moved into a nice wee house, some would call it a town house, I call it a roomy air-conditioned castle. My flatmates are mostly ladies who I pester endlessly with sexual innuendo, the exception being an Indian Singaporean man who I only hit up on Wednesdays - that's Sanjay - he's totally great. The ladies hail from Vietnam, Japan and America. We have a Christian (hi mum), a Buddhist, a Jew and two agnostics - one blames 2 years in Nottingham. We all judge each other based on our skin colour and stage regular race based repression on the second floor or the deck. Religion is due to be replaced soon with some form of liberal free-market reprogramming camp out on the patio as we have no barbecue, only a hookah.
As we are off the road and can hear nothing but birds we regularly blast each other with loud music as a form of discouragement, Sanjay has taken to playing his drums at the most orderly hours, it is unsettling as I wake quite late in the morning. Vietnam is trying to poison me currently with some spring rolls she's 'cooked'. I saw the vegetables she cut up for them so I am reasonably sure to survive to finish this log of my last hours. And for the record Hebrew sounds strange over the telephone - let nobody convince you otherwise.
As of today I've put in another scholarship application, this one depends on a) my PhD being approved (2nd December) and b) award of the APA scholarship (unlikely), c) me surviving these delicious, and poisonous, spring rolls. I figure I should put my name in each and every hat that's passed around in case, by some chance, I can get some cash to assist in my transition to studentship. Similarly I've chucked myself in for three summer research projects WHICH PAY, run through NICTA an ICT group active in UQ, QUT and GU. I'm hopeful... Of deciphering all those oblique acronyms.
I purchased a 22" LCD Monitor, 2ms, 160 degree view angle. No dead pixels, lets hope it remains that way at least until I get dead pixels in my iris, after that I'm fine for anything. The midnight screening of the new Bond movie; 'Quantum of Solace', has actually been moved from the Indooroopilly Megaplex to my room (*may include suspiciously Cyrillic subtitles and radio quality sound).
It is a great and wonderful mystery to me that such objects are now so affordable. If my LCD was indeed manufactured in Korea, exported to Australia and subsequently sold for the paltry sum I paid there is definitely a poor country somewhere out there paying the difference for my consumerism. Either that or making an LCD is as easy as making 100 bottles of 'You'll Love' Coles full cream milk. Oh so many holes in that comparison. My point across I'll leave it there.
I spent an overtly placid and thoroughly enjoyable Saturday with Mark. He is to be credited with all sorts of awards and transitory medallions minted in metals I cannot pronounce. As a byway of entrance I snagged some smoked cheddar and brie, crackers and chips, we dined well. The venue was set and is colloquially known as 'Mark's flat' - a deception to be sure, I know of no other dwelling with a garden encrusted turret filled with artwork by the natives. The true nature of my visit was dastardly indeed - I planned to steal his couches - we were to partake in a resounding afternoon of Magic: The Gathering Tradable Card Game. The cheese breached, crackers digesting and us readily shuffled, we did battle, jousting each other with many and varied combination of destruction!
I was marvellously happy to play once more. I had so longed for my cards whilst overseas as did others, surprisingly. Pining for coloured cardboard squares aside, I did my old decks proud. Mark's balanced, newer cards were slotted carefully into numerous decks flaring on the side of white magic. I stood downwind looking rather dishevelled in the corners with slips too used and in that slightly falling apart state that card protectors so often confer to before their demise. I had one thing on my side: my cards are sampled from some of the most poorly worded, overpowered, ridiculously broken, seriously corrupt combination of all manner of banned and restricted cards one may lay ones hands to. I threw them his way with wanton.
Whilst Mark took me down on a number of occasions, and I used some of his cooler constructs (one in particular I really liked - a green deck that had me generating, for free, dumb amounts of 1/1 token creatures to beat Mark's head with), I managed to leave him drawling at the sheer stupidity of what my cards had so deviously achieved in such an unremarkable fashion. I was overjoyed when in a single turn, through a combination of redundantly absurd cards, I, for two black mana, made him draw and discard 11 cards, causing him some 22, and fatal, damage (i.e. on the dome). Yes, that broken. Another prominent example was when I pulled a card bearing the same abilities of one of Mark's - the exception here was that it cost 1/3rd the price to cast; ode to my Lightning bolts. Well pleased with myself I soaked in how borderline bankrupt my cards look these days.
I jest, I had a glee filled day, it was good clean fun - I just need some new cards. I look forward to playing in future!
I really should write up a decent post. I guess I just need a little controversy in my life. I'm really very happy. Australia and those trapped within it are lovely.
I've moved into a nice wee house, some would call it a town house, I call it a roomy air-conditioned castle. My flatmates are mostly ladies who I pester endlessly with sexual innuendo, the exception being an Indian Singaporean man who I only hit up on Wednesdays - that's Sanjay - he's totally great. The ladies hail from Vietnam, Japan and America. We have a Christian (hi mum), a Buddhist, a Jew and two agnostics - one blames 2 years in Nottingham. We all judge each other based on our skin colour and stage regular race based repression on the second floor or the deck. Religion is due to be replaced soon with some form of liberal free-market reprogramming camp out on the patio as we have no barbecue, only a hookah.
As we are off the road and can hear nothing but birds we regularly blast each other with loud music as a form of discouragement, Sanjay has taken to playing his drums at the most orderly hours, it is unsettling as I wake quite late in the morning. Vietnam is trying to poison me currently with some spring rolls she's 'cooked'. I saw the vegetables she cut up for them so I am reasonably sure to survive to finish this log of my last hours. And for the record Hebrew sounds strange over the telephone - let nobody convince you otherwise.
As of today I've put in another scholarship application, this one depends on a) my PhD being approved (2nd December) and b) award of the APA scholarship (unlikely), c) me surviving these delicious, and poisonous, spring rolls. I figure I should put my name in each and every hat that's passed around in case, by some chance, I can get some cash to assist in my transition to studentship. Similarly I've chucked myself in for three summer research projects WHICH PAY, run through NICTA an ICT group active in UQ, QUT and GU. I'm hopeful... Of deciphering all those oblique acronyms.
I purchased a 22" LCD Monitor, 2ms, 160 degree view angle. No dead pixels, lets hope it remains that way at least until I get dead pixels in my iris, after that I'm fine for anything. The midnight screening of the new Bond movie; 'Quantum of Solace', has actually been moved from the Indooroopilly Megaplex to my room (*may include suspiciously Cyrillic subtitles and radio quality sound).
It is a great and wonderful mystery to me that such objects are now so affordable. If my LCD was indeed manufactured in Korea, exported to Australia and subsequently sold for the paltry sum I paid there is definitely a poor country somewhere out there paying the difference for my consumerism. Either that or making an LCD is as easy as making 100 bottles of 'You'll Love' Coles full cream milk. Oh so many holes in that comparison. My point across I'll leave it there.
I spent an overtly placid and thoroughly enjoyable Saturday with Mark. He is to be credited with all sorts of awards and transitory medallions minted in metals I cannot pronounce. As a byway of entrance I snagged some smoked cheddar and brie, crackers and chips, we dined well. The venue was set and is colloquially known as 'Mark's flat' - a deception to be sure, I know of no other dwelling with a garden encrusted turret filled with artwork by the natives. The true nature of my visit was dastardly indeed - I planned to steal his couches - we were to partake in a resounding afternoon of Magic: The Gathering Tradable Card Game. The cheese breached, crackers digesting and us readily shuffled, we did battle, jousting each other with many and varied combination of destruction!
I was marvellously happy to play once more. I had so longed for my cards whilst overseas as did others, surprisingly. Pining for coloured cardboard squares aside, I did my old decks proud. Mark's balanced, newer cards were slotted carefully into numerous decks flaring on the side of white magic. I stood downwind looking rather dishevelled in the corners with slips too used and in that slightly falling apart state that card protectors so often confer to before their demise. I had one thing on my side: my cards are sampled from some of the most poorly worded, overpowered, ridiculously broken, seriously corrupt combination of all manner of banned and restricted cards one may lay ones hands to. I threw them his way with wanton.
Whilst Mark took me down on a number of occasions, and I used some of his cooler constructs (one in particular I really liked - a green deck that had me generating, for free, dumb amounts of 1/1 token creatures to beat Mark's head with), I managed to leave him drawling at the sheer stupidity of what my cards had so deviously achieved in such an unremarkable fashion. I was overjoyed when in a single turn, through a combination of redundantly absurd cards, I, for two black mana, made him draw and discard 11 cards, causing him some 22, and fatal, damage (i.e. on the dome). Yes, that broken. Another prominent example was when I pulled a card bearing the same abilities of one of Mark's - the exception here was that it cost 1/3rd the price to cast; ode to my Lightning bolts. Well pleased with myself I soaked in how borderline bankrupt my cards look these days.
I jest, I had a glee filled day, it was good clean fun - I just need some new cards. I look forward to playing in future!