skip-isms

panda attack

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 13:33:30 GMT

Couchnet has obviously failed spectacularly in at least one respect.

Then again, I'm very much a phase person. As soon as something becomes too regular, I seem to drop it subconsciously.

Phleg.

my worktime makes me sad

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 14:49:02 GMT

sometimes, i get to use the internet outside of work to check emails.

yep.

sometimes.

if i were to spend more time on this "internet" it might be good.

O2

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 02:26:54 GMT

Oxygen is for breathing.

I'm still doing that.

Getting a fancy new laptop soon, so that might bump up my internet usage. Couchnet! WOOT

national folk festival

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 13:50:47 GMT

four days of folk music. the sort of long weekend that results in:

1
very long weekend

2
cups of mulled wine ( i didn't drink that much, hey)

3
CDs bought

AND

a picture in the canberra times

I steal memes

Sat, 31 Mar 2007 03:59:42 GMT

From clariefarie -

Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line (or two) from the first 50 songs that play (except that I'm not keen enough for 50 - 10 maybe), no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strikethrough the songs when someone guesses correctly.

~~1. Lightning crashes, a new mother cries~~
2. We walked the earth, we talked and never spoke a word
3. On two bicycles on a hillside, desolate
~~4. "Dave the Butcher" - Tom Waits . Doesn't have lyrics. AAAAAAAAAAAAAARG~~
5. (Look mummy, there's an airplane up in the sky) [Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh! x4] Di-di-di-did you see the frightened ones?
6. Give me my dream and give me a scene
7. See the sun rise over her skin, don't change it
~~8. Well I hate to have to tell you this, but there were pigeons in the attic room~~
~~9. Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner, but he knew it couldn't last~~
~~10. I can't hold this day anymore, understand me anymore~~
~~11. We are building a religion, we are building it bigger~~

the weekend that was

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 11:55:35 GMT

saturday was what the cliche types like to call a "roller-coaster" day.

shall we say certain things didn't go as planned saturday morning, and as a result, i spent a few hours in self-pity (fuck i hate self-pity). rex, of course, got to see a lot of this, which is probably a healthy thing relationship-wise. she handled it all very well, and i can honestly say that the parts of the day that were good were a result of her being there. i also had a minor epiphany, so there's that.

i have severe issues with thinking in circles, especially with regards to doubt and general pessimism. i tend to imagine all of the possible outcomes of events and choices and due to their nature, occasionally focus on the negative rather than the positive. this may come as a surprise to some of you, as these moments occur only when i'm alone or (rarely) when i'm drunk.

anyway, i had an issue with this on saturday, and my epiphany went something like this: my mind and my body sometimes don't agree about what they want, even if what i want is ultimately the thing which we will make me happiest. this aggravates me a great deal.

saturday night was much better. somehow, being stranded on an island in the middle of lake burley griffin turned into an excellent night.

a friend of mine, sanjeev, builds freak bikes. he and his cohorts (heehee, they have a "club") decided to throw a bash on springbank island. after my ridiculously tumultuous day, i didn't even consider the possibility it might get to dark to be ferried back to the mainland. stress ensued. fortunately, someone was making a trip back to take some people home and although there wasn't room for us to get back, they were able to bring us a blanket and pillow from rex's car. so, we jammed (musically, that is) with the cohorts and generally enjoyed ourselves and then retired on a tarpaulin wrapped in the giant blanket (near a tent emitting curious moans..).

it was the only extended period of time that i actually enjoyed myself on saturday. as for rex, she had a blast. i could tell, i told her so, and she agreed. i haven't seen her enjoy herself like that for a while. ah, happy, how i heart you.

sunday, i rowed us off the island in a rubber dinghy which we stowed in a trailer for them to collect later. i won't go into the rest of the day in detail, but we'd all agree it was rather excellent.
and then there was today.

today was freaking great. zany, but beautiful.

i breakfasted. i pottered. i cleaned a little. i felt ridiculously and irrationally disappointed about rex canceling on me for dinner with a friend, but i got over that once i occupied myself. went out to town, spent a bunch of money i shouldn't have spent (sword of mana for GBA, yay!). drank coffee while reading a book (haruki murakami's "dance dance dance", also a purchase from today), wrote some fragments, got myself riding a damn good natural high.

and i went to see "stranger than fiction". i've been wanting to see this film for a long time. fuck it was good. if you've seen it, you'll find this a lot sweeter, but when i was sitting there and the credits started rolling, i had no choice but to message rex and see if she was home (her: "yes, for a bit longer. why?" me: "because i want you"). so, yeah, 10 seconds of too fast out of corner, my car sideways and 1 very probable speeding ticket later, i'm at rex's place staring at her confused/delighted face.

for some reason, she reorganised her dinner date (while i'm standing there telling her not to) and i took her out to dinner at a thai restaurant, some music, then delivered her home to her apparently very lonely cat (why must cats knead with their claws so).

i'm exhausted but i can't sleep.

seriously.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 12:24:05 GMT

i really quite dislike two things:

1 ) writing a brilliant first line and being unable to produce anything further.

2 ) situation dictating against urges

-=-

i went and saw Babel - depression-tastic! then again, one of the major themes of the film is the effect that barriers (whether they are of a cultural, physical, lingual nature) have on our individual humanity. so, it isn't THAT surprising that the movie was generally quite so depressing. it did however have two instants of an extremely positive nature around the same theme; good enough to make up for the others.

i highly recommend it.

excuse me what

Mon, 05 Mar 2007 11:36:30 GMT

(two posts in two days. something is most definitely up.)

i drove a lot tonight.

the plan was to go to the pub and maybe have a drink, listen to some music with someone ANYONE i knew. everyone decided to have nights in and believe it or not, sometimes i just don't feel like making new friends. of course, i only realised this as i arrived in town. so, i parked my car and walked around civic -

contemplative moods attacked me from alleyways.

somehow i ended up in my car driving toward a friends place. i didn't get there because i drove past the turn-off, started driving to nowhere and quite suddenly realised i don't (didn't) have anywhere in canberra that i can just go and relax, sit down with a coffee and be with myself. yeah, i can do that at home, but it's not quite the same. even my balcony has a slightly different vibe.

i ended up at tilley's. they play swing music. the waitresses have cute outfits. the coffee is quite good. the seating is comfortable and there are small, dark crevices aplenty to sit oneself. i had a very short but enjoyable conversation with a charming young waitress while i was ordering my second coffee. she asked if i was related to someone in canberra who i admittedly do look like. she gave me 10% off my cup of coffee and she thanked me when i left.

and i wrote. more in 2 hours than in the previous 2 months (excluding my travel journal, of course).

oh i like.

so, guess what happened last night...

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 04:45:27 GMT

not a lot really.

i am ridiculously happy at the moment.

work is fantastic. my friends are great. i'm terribly in love.

and yet in a way, it's odd. i am surprised to find that despite the fact i can be very eloquent when it comes to expressing my ideas, my interests, etc, i have difficulty doing the same with happiness. i'm probably just repeating something that a hundred other people have already said, mind you.

still, i see it as a challenge. expressing my feelings is something that i enjoy doing and even though it frustrates me to fail, i'm going to be better for it. plus, i'll be able to explain to others just how happy i am without ranting at them in circles for 5 minutes.

of course, it would also be helpful if people were just generally more perceptive.

~

i'm happy, physically well, and well occupied. as a result, i'm quiet.

Ah, the epic update - how predictable

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 08:23:31 GMT

Foreign countries are great places to go for holidays. So is your own country, but that's beside the point. I went to a foreign one. Really foreign. The sort of country that the word foreign was invented for. Seriously, it was invented, yep.

Ow! The grammar in some of that previous "paragraph" seems to have molested my eyes.

I did go to Tonga, though, and thanks to Umberto Eco, I had somewhere to write down some thoughts and happenings- often related, but not necessarily. So, with my actual travel journal sitting at home on my bed, and my faux travel journal kept carefully away from water, oil and fire-based substance (water, oil and fire being the most common of these), I proceeded to trampse about in foreign farmland and tropical settings for the better part of 10 days.

That is, after the five and a half hour flight filled mostly with Niko and I trying to determine the approximate distance of the horizon (and later, exactly how the pilot's slide rule worked - we're scientists, not engineers, dammit!).

The trip did not start well.

Military rifles are not something you expect to greet you at the airport. Overpriced water and currency exchange booths, yes; loaded automatic rifles, no; random ponies on the side of the road, also no, but rather pleasant.

After the rifles, the country was much more pleasant.

The first night we stayed at a backpackers, but the only room available was with a private bathroom so it was a little more expensive than we had hoped. Meh. The owner and operator was a kindly old lady who was more than happy to assist us, provide fresh watermelon, and offload her husband for story-time. Said husband was the owner of a meat-processing business, father to an indeterminate number of children (one of whom was passed out in the living room), and a clergyman. All this despite being retired from 41 years of service as the Head of Finance at the Bank of Tonga.

We were woken at 4 by a broken rooster.

It crowed every 5 minutes for 3 hours, just outside our window. Shamefully, we couldn't have it for dinner that night. Breakfast, the opposite to dinner (non-dinner?) was massive and Niko and I were joined by a bunch of US Peace Corps (as opposed to HARDCORE) who I am convinced could probably spearpunch pineapples. Spearpunching melons (as opposed to pineapples), Niko and I decided, would be a rather spectacular way to surprise opponents in bar fights. Ah, the conversations one has at a juice (IF YOU COULD CALL THE HOLY NECTAR THAT I DRANK JUICE) bar after a long day of exploring the surrounding area, are pretty spectacular.

Almost as spectacular as seeing a Fijian and 2 Tongan people praying with their hands rested on the head of an Irish street-preaching evangelist in a private home.

People with enthusiasm fascinate me. Saying that these people were enthusiastic about their religion is the understatement that gets you attacked by bears in the woods because you're just that stupid. At least, it clarified in my mind that I must seem like an absolute loon sometimes when I talk about my family, friends and work, because I've been known to provide some of the same facial expressions and body language as those that night. Family, friends and work are my Jesus.

And so the next day, we went to an actual tropical island.

I should probably clarify that statement. Tonga'tapu, the main island in the Tongan archipelago is an absolute dump, relative to the other islands. The streets are noticeably lined with rubbish and public bins are few and far between. Bins at people's houses are even less common. Why? They can't afford it. The average Tongan family cannot afford to have the rubbish collected. We are talking a poor, poor country. Yet, despite this lack of economic prosperity, nobody starves and nobody is homeless. At the age of 16, men (and potentially women, but I'd have to check) are given a piece of land as is their constitutional right. They can do with it whatever they wish, but most construct houses and farms. They then proceed to farm their own animals (chickens and pigs) and grow their own fruit. Everything they need is from the land, and if they aren't particularly well-off one week, they can ask the neighbour for a bit of grub. If he says no, he is obviously not a Tongan. Hmm, being nice to people, they are obviously all on crack.

They must have been too, as the ferry was freaking crazy and some of these people took it on a regular basis. 3 and a half hours on a rickety boat over a deep sea trench with waves about 9 metres high. HURRAH! At least when we arrove (hehehehehe, arrived), the guy who operated the place we stayed at provided us with conversation of a political nature. Tongan politics is confusing, yo.

And then we went on a 4 wheel drive tour.

The tour went for about 6 hours, and involved a greater proportion of time outside the car than in, so that was pretty swell. Especially since while we were in the car, Peter, our driver, continued motoring up steep inclines while facing the rear seat chatting away to Niko about his family or local mythology. Danger is his first middle name. His second was VineMan. Well, he let us use his hands as steps on a vine to climb out of a giant hole in the ground. I think that justifies my giving him another second name. He was infinitely charming, and lilted slightly when he talked. According to Peter, this is his wife's fault as she is from the Tongan tribe that have a particular sing-song tone to their voice, and her community are the people he talked most to now. He showed us some rather awesome stuff though, and it didn't seem to be affected by the tone of his voice, but I can't guarantee it.

My highlight was definitely the human skulls. A cave, adjoined to a cliff, had apparently been found only recently. They found bones inside and upon investigation discovered that the people had been buried standing up. Eerie. Nobody knew who they were or how they got to that particular spot. I like to theorise that they all touched the leaves that make you scratch yourself until you bleed and that they stood in a line and scratched each other to death. It's possible.

But then, waiting around at an airport for a 6 minutes flight is also possible. And we did that.

Seriously short flight that one. Ayep. Fortunately, when we landed we were cabbed over to a gaudy resort for a night of entertainment and feasting. Suckling pig is tasty. So very tasty. The dancing was typically touristy. I'm sure that when they perform these dances in reality they are spectacular, but the sheer volume of colour and splendour seemed like tourist-fodder. A shame really, because the dancing itself was quite dramatic.

Similarly dramatic, but much more authentically so, was the mood lighting in the fresh pool cave we visited. 50 metres from the ocean and about a 150 metre hike from the entrance of the cave, there was nothing but darkness and freshwater. Jumping off of a rocky outcrop into a pool of freshwater in complete darkness bar candlelight is bloody scary, but well worth it. I could have stayed there for a long time- I'd happily risk hypothermia- but we had to return to the backpackers as church was at nine the next morning.

Unfortunately, Church didn't happen.

Sulia, the lady who offered to take us to Church while we were standing at Sydney international airport (mmm, forgot to mention that didn't I), had transport issues. Therefore, church was well underway by the time we got to her house. Lunch wasn't though. Neither was the wooing and marriage of her two beautiful cousins as she sat us down at a giant feast directly opposite them with a grin and introductions. HMMMMMMMMM. But, holy crap, can these people throw a birthday party. Firstly, the entire community attended, and before eating, they all prayed and sung together. I couldn't think for the sounds of their voices. Enchanting, absolutely enchanting. Finally, when people did start eating, so did the speeches, and as soon as the speeches finished, everyone's cutlery shot to the table and they started to collect up the leftovers to be distributed and taken home. Niko and I left with about 5 bananas, several mango, and an assortment of desserts and mains. Yum. Of course, Niko failed spectacularly and lost his camera. Only for me to find it later in his bag, after several hours of him becoming increasingly more anxious about the photos he'd already taken (And fair enough too).

I slept, I woke, I did nothing on the 29th January. Well, I pottered, but that was about it.

On the 30th, however, I got quite pissed off at the lady who had a day earlier booked us onto a ferry that didn't exist. Tongan people do not like conflict, so you can imagine she was fairly uncomfortable as I demanded a refund for our tickets. She cowered. I glared. She told us to come back after she spoke to her manager. We received as refund. We then went to hire bikes from a man who tries to communicate with people by staring at them. Niko, the bike repairer, as distinguished from Niko, the friend I went with, doesn't speak a lot. He simply stares at you until you invent and say the response that seems most appropriate to whatever he was saying with his eyes. It's a very trial-and-error sort of situation.

"You want the rest of the money now?"
*staring*
"Okay, here's 5"
*Staring*
*slightly less interested staring*
*staring with a half-stare seamlessly blended*
"Oh, sorry, it was 6, wasn't it"

We then rode to a beach, that turned out to be rocks, and situated close to a village with dogs that chase people riding bikes.

I feared for my life a little. As one tends to do when chased by four ravenous beasts.

That night, Niko murdered a mosquito. He is a destroyer. A destroyer with a sore arse from riding too much.

The ferry however had padded seats this time. Further, the tropical island it took us to had sand, and camp (gay, not outdoorsy) people. So, Niko and I proceed to walk around the island (20 minute walk turned into an expedition that took multiple hours), before stretching out on the beach and discussing roleplaying. A relaxing final day in a form of paradise.

I was impressed.

I was also slightly surprised at the number of white people in Australia.

But I had a fucking excellent time. And just as much fun coming back to lovely people that i can tell stories to. Hurrah!

And, I'm going to Adelaide next weekend for a 21st. I think I need to learn how to avoid taking holidays.

oh crap

Tue, 09 Jan 2007 07:59:16 GMT

i just ate half a box of chocolates.

is it possible to negate this with lamb chops and vegetables?

well, fuck.

melbourne

Mon, 08 Jan 2007 12:50:18 GMT

was impressive, i suppose. :)

yeah, i enjoyed myself rather a lot. rex's sister is cool and generally it all made for a fun-filled 2 and a half day holiday. i did way too much to bother journalling it - just cannot be stuffed as i've been up since 5.30am to come home on the plane at 7.45

?? // 2006 // 2007 // ??

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 14:02:21 GMT

oooooooooooooooooooooookay. i went to adelaide for 12(?) days and there was much cavorting and many shenanigans. it was fantastic catching up with friends and family, but i started to miss canberra after a few days and that was a pleasant, if odd, sensation. of course, i was missing my friends in adelaide before i went back to visit them, double plus confusion goodness!

highlights included:

- the look on my sister's face as i walked into the terminal. the rest of them seemed pretty happy too. made me play cards on my first night in town, the buggers.
- daily poems courtesy of one lovely lass
- hanging around with mates at their houses or in town (steve, niko, dee, eli, russ, julia, you guys rock)
- christmas on boxing day at eli and julias. drinking started at 9.30am (haven't done THAT for a while) and continued into the later hours of the day.
- eating a frozen mouse at said party
- being told off by the police for swearing rather loudly at those beepy machines that department stores have
- chillin with my bro
- new years eve: more drunken cavorting including guitar hero, beatemup, stealing dee away from niko for her cake, drinks with kempy, sleeping (passing out :P) on a trampoline
- and this:

holy fucking awesomeness! didn't buy it because i was short on cash :(

and when i got back: !
(quick background - new ladyfriend, Rebecca aka Rex)

Rex wasn't at my birthday party, so she surprised me with a party-for-two (Thomas the Tank-Engine Theme).

and gifts!

and, of course, cake!

(the phrase "the tax avenger" wouldn't fit!)

i swear i was so overwhelmed i almost cried with joy on the spot. only hugs saved me.

STOLEN

Thu, 14 Dec 2006 06:41:36 GMT

from youthculture

Haiku² for 5minutes
i didn't get to talk to some tribal beats like a fox i might have
@

Created by Grahame

apparently it generates a new one if you press submit again. examples:

you needn't have been
so rough mate i would have been
as the back glass door

while i closed
my eyes catch 22 i couldn't
see people freaking

and works it's way
through you for the next slam the
music was brilliant

cavorting

Sun, 10 Dec 2006 06:21:25 GMT

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it was my birthing day on friday. 23, oh yes, 23. and last night was the party. it went WELL.

so, imagine.

imagine a temperate evening and a booner shirt. imagine a laundry sink full of ice and beer. imagine a fridge of dips and soft drink and GIN. oh, imagine the gin that i drank with juice and imagine the amount that was left this morning (about the same number of brain cells).

imagine the arrival of friends, and the filling of couches and chairs and tiles when the others are full. imagine the conversation spinning your mind like laundry drying - politics, art, synthetic proteins, a bet that was made that couldn't be settled because one party did not arrive.

O IMAGINE THE PEOPLE

and imagine the poetry. "Ignu" - imagine Ginsberg read so quietly at first for two or three but rising. imagine that voice as the back glass door creaks open and the outside crowd comes in and they aren't imagining this. this man, drunk but enunciating e-ver-y sin-gle syll-a-ble perfectly. imagine the voice getting louder and imagine that yell as DEATH IS A LETTER THAT WAS NEVER SENT. imagine the ending so final, so calculated and the silence that follows. imagine the single sigh that filled the room and unleashed the others.

imagine as the room returns carefully from that land of harsh breaths and biting tongue. imagine the smiles and nods.

imagine the spilling of juice on pants and the then pantless host. imagine the promise with a wink that peekage would be kept to a minimum. and imagine the gifts that made white teeth part slightly. imagine the group hug. and the individual hugs. and two people visiting a friend who came anyway. imagine their faces. imagine their shared glance.

imagine the morning after breakfast and cleaning and video games and phone calls. imagine your heart, a volcano of passion. and compassion. and

just imagine the love.

today

Fri, 08 Dec 2006 07:07:25 GMT

was a good day. it remains to finish, this is true, but today was a good day.

edit:

11pm. i cleaned and laundered. heh. relaxing.

i am a

Sun, 03 Dec 2006 04:11:45 GMT

bunny

yes, that is whipped cream.
my friend ken has mad paint skillz

Fri, 01 Dec 2006 08:09:50 GMT

today, i had to tell someone something so personal i managed to completely lose my ability to speak coherently. sentences went in circles. i think i got the point across though. and the response was positive.

the last 36 hours have been very big. things are afoot.

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 22:37:51 GMT

so, tibor, michael and bonnie. oh my. they found ou tthat i hadn't seen pulp fiction all the way through, then proceeded to come up with a list of 130 films they thing i should have watched, and made me tick off the ones i have. the list is called "the education of skippy skipperton". i love these people so much.

last night, i was a bull-ant attacking a man with honey on him. songs about torture with interpretive dance are fun! later, the guy playing (oh, rafe, how you lol me) threatened the interpretive dancer (oh, hadley, how you also lol me) with "forced fellatio of skip". i of course obliged and was sitting on a black stool on stage with my fly unzipped and my button undone, caressing his face, which was trying to avoid my crotch like nothing you have ever seen.

at least we hugged afterward. *smirk*

then my car had a flat battery, so i drove this girl jo's car back to tibors place where everyone slept while i went back to my car. i jogged actually. really nice jog, strangely enough. bennett saved the day by jumpstarting me, so props to him whenever wherever he needs something he knows who to call.

yeah. gooooood night.

pomes. pomes. pomes.

Sat, 25 Nov 2006 00:29:15 GMT

'twas the slam once again last night and my last one for three months because i'll be in adelaide and tonga for the next two. it was an absolutely rocking night though.

i met some brilliant, hilarious people and i was given words of encouragement from a few people whose opinions i value for various reasons.

my open mic reading went really well. i was reading it for someone and it was sextremely well received. so that was fantastic.

slam performance, not so. i bombed completely. after a false start and then completely blanking out, i just got this intuition that it wasn't the right night for it, so i stepped offstage unfinished. someone called it "a learning experience" and it really was. heh. thems the breaks. i only started preparing on the day so i guess it's mostly my own fault, and Bonnie, I was only mildly distracted by your guffaw. your guffaw was probably the highlight of that dismal performance :) and how annoyed was i this morning when i woke up and i just KNEW the whole thing HA!

the other performances ranged from top-notch to drab, as per normal.

but yes, still a great night with some great conversation and rambling.

now i have to type stuff for work while i don't get paid for it because i have a monday deadline. d'oh.

edit: my friend tibor wore a shirt that i felt most appropriate

Sun, 19 Nov 2006 11:19:23 GMT

oh my freaking pants! how awesome can life be sometimes. such a big weekend. such a big weekend.

a hilariously huge hello to you very special people who completely fail at knowing about or reading this.

and to those who do "HI!"

and yeah, wow. yeah.

edit:
so yeah, i suppose i can type up something since i'm currently not talking to 2 people on msn.

i worked for 11.5 hours ish on friday. as a result i was really freaking tired and ready to relax. but NO NONONONONONONONONONO, instead i get a lift from my friend rex who is working the night shift. i ended up keeping her company (and staying awake really well mind you) until maybe 5am. then i slept a lot.

saturday night. saturday night. drove some people out to the battle of the bands here in canbeera. drank too much. beer, jagerbombs, more beer (coopers dark ale officially my current favourite beer). passed out on a couch at "the basement". people poked me and i didn't arise. eventually i did. tired and groggy and in pain. but i recovered! to dance to dance to dance and dance and dance at 2am in the morning. oh to dance. thank you gravy! (band's name is one foot in the gravy) little disappointed i didn't get to talk to some people a bit more but woo! then there was some accidental intentional groping of my friend bennet. wow, sorry man, that was inappropriate. definitely weirded him out a bit. that was so random. we good now though mefinks from soccccccca!

and um, yeah, rex brought a cab past the pub on her way home from the city. i proceeded to sleep on her fold-out. apparently, i snored a little. damn it. i am going to get this checked when i go to doctors next haha, when will that happen who knows. eeeeeeeee! yeah, 11.30am this morning we have pancakes for breakfast at a restuarant claled Tilley. um yep, then we went to collect rex's car, but instead when we got there we climbed on rocks and then a hill and hiked a bit and talked A LOT. finally, we made it back to my place, sang, read, laughed, watched dvd.FUUUUUUUN!

and yep, then i went to soccer.

when i returned, awesome awesome conversations with a few people i know online. oh man. especially one of them mwah. yeah, that was particularly awesome. i think i have said the word 'awesome' rather a lot today. apparently, i sing it sometimes when i say it. this i have noticed.

erm, yeah. awesome.

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 08:12:18 GMT

communication is a two-way process. by definition, not because of a stupid idiom.

so.

Person A does or says something which we call 'The Action'.
Person B misinterprets 'The Action', resulting in their own hurt feelings.
Person A attempts to clarify the meaning of 'The Action'.

Assume that Person B has known Person A for long enough to realise, if they think hard enough, that A wouldn't have intended 'The Action' in that manner.

Nobody says anything for a while. Then Person A says something unrelated to 'The Action', but Person B doesn't respond. Person B might still be angry because Person A failed to clarify well enough.

Assuming Person B is still angry, should Person A or Person B be the first person to talk about 'The Action'?

Obviously, it would be nice if Person A says something first, but what if they are wrong about Person B still being angry.

Isn't it just as good if Person B admits to either being angry, or not (though that is less likely)? If they are, then Person A can clear the air. If not, great. Either way, happy chappys.

Isn't it better that someone say something, rather than it just hanging there?

Person B confuses me.

Did any of that even make sense?

so i guess

Sat, 11 Nov 2006 16:38:46 GMT

i should some up my weekend somewhat.

on friday night, i went out with a few drinks with my mate Sanj. we ended up walking back into town and I found an excellent straw hat. so, i'm wearing this straw ahat and i've gone straight for the entrance of this club. didn't even think about it.

er, "not with the hat" queue gruff voice, steroid biceps. rightyo, no problem mate, but i don't have anywhere to stash it, so i ask,ed if he would mind it for me. of course he wouldn't. the manager sees this exchange occur and grabs the hat, says i'll put it on the microwave for you, ask for it when you leave. of course, this assumes i'm going to get inside as the bouncer was looking dat me oddly and asked me how much i had drank. two or three beers at that point. i told him and he begrduginlgy let me in because i called his bullshit.

finally, we decide to leave so i go ask a bar staff to pick up my hat. we then proceeded to tear up the dance floor. my bouncer is a little rusty so when he started shining laser pointers, i switched off.he grabs my arma dn absolutely assaults me on the way leaving the pub. so i said to him "you needn't have been so rough, mate. i would have left if you'd ask politely. "fuck off" was the response.

dirty bastard.

edit:

yeah, so

we decided to go from that club to another club in the next suburb along. netiher of us really knew how much it would cost by cap, so we went up to the next random guy with a car and offered him ten bucks and my hat to drive us there. yeah, it was about a ten minute walk, hey. we proceeded to laugh a lot while this guy just grinned like an idiot.

we get inside. guys with rat-tails. oh lordy, we start laughing. we drink and then we drink a little more, and then we laugh some more. and then we dance a little and scope out the rest of the club. and then this amazing looking woman walks through the door.

me: "so, i've looked around, and you're the most attractive woman in the bar, would you like to have an actual conversation?"

she shut me down. well, she said that she wanted to dance for a little while longer. she also agreed to my inviting myself to dance for a while, so i could handle it. i almost laughed out loud when i heard her friends ask why i was dancing there and she said "because he likes me". i just about fell over, but i restrained myself. later on, i discovered as i was leaving that she was having a girls night out and that she isn't the number giving type. meh. her name was jane. hi jane, wherever you are.

while i waiting for sanj outside the bar, i drank some random drink that was just on the table. it potentially was spiked because it got me significantly more durnk than it should have. or maybe it was that one last drink to send me over the edge.

+++ END FRIDAY NIGHT +++

saturday. oh saturday. bacon and eggs for breakfast and rosemary lamb sausages. yum.

my phone was dead for some reason for the first few hours. and i was on call, so that was irritating to me and the guy trying to call me. eventually i got his message though and i headed into work for a few hours. overtime pay, plus, i didn't really have anything else planned.

later that evening i went to a rubik's cube party. you wear items of rubik's cubes colours and then you try to walk out with just one colour. man o man i am a little disappointed there aren't any photos of me. i didn't stay terribly long though, as i got a late invitation to go see donnie darko directors cut with some people. that was a seriously unexpected invitation and i appreciated it so much. i got some looks at the cinema, dressed as i was in a blue t-shirt, white cricket pants, a feather boa (which turns out to be a white scarf in the correct lighting), and a yellow tie.

oh, and i didn't talk for half an hour afterward. fucking excellent film.

+++ END SATURDAY +++

and now, i'm merrily talking to beautiful friends of mine on the internet, considering a late lunch before the round-ball footy.

beeyootiful. really.

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 21:27:48 GMT

breakfast consists of milo today. i fail at breakfast. fortunately, melbourne cup day so i'll probably get a really good morning tea. heh.

last night was pretty cool. a friend of mine had it a bit rough lately so i told her to come out and i got her outrageously drunk and gave her a lift home. heh.

but seriously, some of her supposed "friends" tackled her to the ground the other day. i can understand pretend tackling, or tackling if you actually know how to tackle someone without hurting them, but two blokes taking out a persons knees after a decent run-up is just idiotic. needless to say, she is rather injured. her hand is bruised to the point where golf clapping hurts and her hip is in a bad way (no fractures hurrah). yeah, so sitting and practising for her piano exam becomes a mite difficult, hey.

apparently, they didn't even apologise, but rather said "you ok?" and changed the topic. gah. people are idiots sometimes.

fortunately, they make up for it sometimes too :)

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 14:36:31 GMT

*dances*

masturbate with friends,
it is on them your happiness depends.

at least, that is what i am told.