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| Thursday, July 24th, 2008 |
siologen
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6:52p |
Fleshy Launchramps. My bicycle is now comfortably installed a good kilometre up inside a Sydney drain, chained to the manhole shaft rungs. I just shaved my head. It hurt, seems i turned the voltage on the clippers up too high. Here iam in a short Bankstown drain, that some deemed well suited to drying out their clothes. The surrounding canals and tunnels were heavily littered with syringes.  Meh. The rest of this post is about ( boobs ) Current Music: The Young Gods - Kissing The Sun. |
siologen
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12:56a |
Premature Ejectulation Im not allowed to resign mid week it seems.
Nah, i doubt that. I think its cos now that they've (already) replaced me with white trash straight outta Mt Druitt/Rooty Hill, they're not wanting to keep my on till mid next week. So i finish on Saturday, end of the work week. Kinda daft too, since ive got tommorow n Friday off, then work 4 hours on Saturday.
It'll give me ample time to say goodbye to all the people ive neglected since i sold the Torana and started permanent 5am starts.
My hair is the longest its been in five years. I look like a fuckin feral, even tho its barely an inch long. Stickin up all ways like i forgot to wash the bukakke out. Double crown's suck.
Ive been barely capable of staying awake past 11pm most nights, so heavily programmed are my circadians to getting up at 4am. Im only here now thanks to two cans of Rockstar. This isnt good, as sleeping from 11pm in this time zone makes me a prime candidate for HARDCORE jet lag when i reach GMT. So, ill have to get back to my old going-to-bed-at-5am routine, in time for leaving.
This is an abandoned sewer overflow tunnel in Coogee. Its called Treacherous cos if you go to explore it at high tide big waves smash you against the rocks then drag your carcass away so that the sea sirens can moosh your lifeless body to their huge bosoms... n thats something to live for!
By abandoned, i mean they raised the sewer overflow weir by three feet. Hatsumi and Dori about to throttle one another while Nym looks on.
I loved this scene. Gave me the goosebumps!
 Current Music: Dead Can Dance - The Host of Seraphim |
| Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008 | |
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skyring
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11:49a |
Reducing recycling
I got home early this morning. Like about four AM.
Pulled out the computer to check on things before retiring to bed, opened up the web, and heard a small noise behind me.
And a tiny grey sputter of movement when I turned to look.
There, on the bench beside the stove, up out of the reach of the livestock, we keep a baited mousetrap. One of the sort that doesn't kill, merely captures through an ingenious entry portal that prevents small rodents from shimmying back up with their muscular arms.
And a fresh occupant inside, busy trying futile things to escape.
I was too tired to go outside and release it. And it was cold and dark, too. Significant factors in a large number of university students choosing a cab to make the $8.25 trip from the main rank to one of the colleges after midnight.
Instead I went to bed and cuddled the wife, who assumed a defensive posture, guarding her warmth from those who might leech away some heat whilst feigning deep affection. I told her of the mouse, and she said she'd take it out in the morning.
Kerri's idea of releasing mice consists of taking the trap outside and opening it, whereupon the captive scurries off into the hedge, and is later recycled by the cat, who brings it back inside through the cat flap, plays with it awhile before letting it escape into the kitchen.
I begged her not to, this once.
So when I awoke some hours later, I was able to have my breakfast, sternly ignoring the continuing futile attempts from the benchtop, and then take the trap and occupant outside, down the street, across another street and let it go beside a hedge. I figure it's not going to return across a wide stretch of tarmac, and the cat doesn't range that far.
Problem solved. |
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11:19a |
I wanna be sedated... Ramones style! Today's piece of Wicked Women's Wit: The chief thing I learnt at school was how to tell lies. - Gwen Raverat
Wow, I must be the world's slackest journaller :( Apologies to those who actually have an interest in my life LOL So let's catch up... I completed another semester of my law studies in June. Even with a full-time study load and full-time work I managed my best results of all my years of study - 2 distinctions and a credit!! Very excited by that, but now under pressure to maintain that level of commitment for my final semester. Yes, boys and girls, I'm finally going to graduate. I have only 2 units to complete this semester and I have my Associate Degree in Law. Not quite as impressive as a 'proper' LLB, but after slogging it out at ANU for far too long at least this qualification puts my time (and piles of HECS!) to good use. I won't be able to register as a lawyer, but will be able to work as a paralegal - so I'm a pretend lawyer I guess LOL This week I transferred jobs - same department but a different area and different type of work. Sadly, after only one day I've been knocked down by a cold and am feeling miserable. On the upside, I'm almost through the first topic of one of my uni courses so I won't complain. No other news to tell, my life is pretty ordinary. Oh, except for the excitement of husband splitting his head about a week ago! Spent a lovely night in Canberra Hospitals's emergency department watching him get stitched up and trying to get him to stop panicking about the blood, the needles, the stitches, the fact that he wasn't at home, blah blah blah. But all is now well - he got the stitches out on Monday night and apart from feeling like a total goose and having a nice scar developing, he's fine. He keeps inventing ever-more ingenuous stories to explain how it happened as the actual explanation is relatively dull - and he's actually convinced people that some of them are true! Very cheeky. Will try to be more in touch but I'm not making any promises - you know how it goes. As Jeff would say, I loves youse all! Current Mood:  sickCurrent Music: CMC music channel |
| Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008 |
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10:45a |
Pete the gadget freak
After a few hassles, the Apple Time Capsule has been installed and now works perfectly. I've moved the router upstairs (which seems to have resolved a lot of the internet outages, possibly due to the ratsnest of rat-chewed cables which ran under the house to the downstairs office) and the little white Apple box is now sitting under the phone, status light glowing green.
It's happily pumping out a wireless network, an upgraded standard from our regular network. Apparently this is running in tandem with the wireless router, don't ask me how, but it's working and we've got internet all through the house.
It's also hosting the printer via a USB connection, which means that we've finally got a printer everyone can use without the need to have a computer handling it. I can hit the print button and it wirelessly prints. Heheheheh.
And last, but not least, it's a 500 gig hard drive, which is transparently running Time Machine backups for both Macs. Wirelessly.
This is all a huge boonus because our MacBook Airs only have a single USB port apiece, and while Kerri isn't what you might call a power user, I am more along those lines, and I was getting fretful about having to shuffle devices around to do everything that needs to be done (sync the iPhone, download images from the camera, run backups, connect the external optical drive, print...)
Happy Peter.
Happier yet because a new shipment from Levenger arrived today. I now have some jumbo rings, enabling me to get back to work on the travel journal from last year's big trip. I'd gotten to Istanbul, I think, and it was getting to be a battle to squeeze new pages in, especially when I stuck tickets and photographs and blog printouts onto the already generously thick paper that Levenger uses.
So that's another use for my time and space to cut things out with scissors and glue all over the dining room table and write up events for the ages. But fun.
Included in the order was a letter-size project binder, and a starter kit. This is meant to inspire me to creativity and organisation in getting my thoughts about a FaceBook app into some sort of order. I've got a kind of rough notion of where I want to be, but my usual "suck-it-and-see" approach to project management probably won't be up to an application where dozens, hundreds, thousands of users could arrive overnight. I need a solid structure, and management tools in place before problems strike.
I can do stuff like mindmapping, goal-setting, list-creation, to-do lists and other projecty things in one place, in my cab during spare moments. And think about the next step while driving.
And then write up the code in my copious spare time.
What I'll probably do is to get a bare bones application in place. It will work, and there'll be "hooks" all over where I can hang other features into it, but I can get things running one step at a time. And, of course, once the thing is up, new directions will probably suggest themselves.
At the moment, I'm reading programming manuals in the cab between passengers. Oooops, almost time for my shift! |
zildjian77
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12:42p |
What am I doing? I met the fireman on a dating website and Now I almost did something silly. I went back to the site and rejoined under a new name and went to view his profile. it has been signed into yesterday. Now I dont know if its been used to contact someone or not but I am starting to werid out here. There is a chick on his facebook who said they hooked up in 2008 he blow her mind it was awesome and shit and there was a comment on one of his photos saying how hot he looked and she hoped to catch up with him real soon. This was posted on 7th July. This was before he took me out and I dont know yet to what is going on with me and him but this girl is freaking me out. i dont know who she is or what she means to fireman but I am so belittled by her its not funny. She has already been with him she has contact with him still and I am concerned ok freaked out i am not gonna be worthy to keep or even get this guy into a relationship. I know I have been not mentioning his name so to not get attached too soon but I like him and wanna keep seeing him but its hard when he is so far away and I dont know if its just me he is seeing. If i ask him then I am appearing too clingy for someone who has only been on 2 dates with the guy and if i dont ask I dont wanna just let him come here be withme and then go home thinknig he is going to be seeing someone else. Anyways back to the dating site thingy i joined again and was going to contact him thru the new name and see if he replied to it but that would be deceitful yes and then again it may also showme something I dont want to be true. Why do I do it to myself, there is nothing serious between me and the fireman and I know that but I am so unsure of myself that Iwould make him willing to stop seeing others or even wanna just see me. I am fucked up Current Mood:  indescribable |
| Monday, July 21st, 2008 |
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6:17p |
Panhandle Drainage, These days, as of yesterday, im getting up at 4am to go to work. I broked my bicycle see. Buckled the front wheel n bent the 3rd gear. I nearly threw it in the Cooks River at the time, but held off. Instead im gunna chain it to the ladder rungs down one of Marrickville's drains, leave it there a year. I thought about chaining it up in the tidal section of Rocktop, but it deserves to last longer than 3 weeks.
I saw Subaru Dave in Balmain the other day when i was out with Jessie. He's got a 10 month old wee girl... pimpin'est little miss i ever saw, sitting in the back seat of her Daddies 1974 Chevrolet Monte Carlo.
About five years ago i got wind of a huge stormwater system in Texas, USA. Known as the Cole Park Detention Vaults, this drain was of mega proportions. However them Texans were keeping their hold-'em-pokers close to their chests, n its taken till now for really good images of this monster system to emerge.
They sure do build em big.
Pics and more by ExplorerPhil/Musket Boy
The Pilgrims are now going home. Work is verrrry busy. Current Music: Spahn Ranch - Phase |
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| Sunday, July 20th, 2008 |
zildjian77
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8:03p |
Sick Saturday morning I woke up with bad stomach pains and rumbly tummy. I went to work even though I didnt feel like it and 30mins into my shift I had to ask to go home at my break and get someone to finish off my shift as I was just too sick,running to the toilet all the time massive and I mean absolutely massive air bubbles rumbling in my stomach.The watercooler tummy as my housemate Robo said LOL I have never heard my tummy so loud and weird sounding. There is an update about the firemen but I cant be arsed writing it right now! Current Mood:  sick |
| Saturday, July 19th, 2008 |
siologen
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10:22p |
Unremovable Lids Saw 'The Dark Knight' today. I dunno, i must'nt be much of a Batman fan, cos i dint find it particularly amazing. i wonder if there'd be such a kerfuffle over it if Heath Ledger was still alive.
Met up with Fishie, went to the Belmore Stadium, old home of the Canterbury Bulldogs. It was listed on the CC known as abandoned in 2005. Its not anymore, as was demonstrated by all the lights and meatheads utilizing its field to chase a ball around
Did a few drains in Kingsgrove, drank two Rockstars and a reformulated Mother, such is Fishie's influence. On our way back, we checked out the Cathedral Manhole cover on Fortress. Noone's EVER getting in there again. Its a bolted Gatic thats got 8 x 5 inch welds on its circumference.
As the below photos prove tho, theres always other ways in.
With ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) laurelleaf, from a few weeks ago
 Current Music: Velvet Acid Christ - Decypher (force authority mix) |
| Friday, July 18th, 2008 |
siologen
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9:41p |
Rental Inspection Cleaned house (a three hour operation), watched 'Swingers', which despite some cringeworthy events was very good, had a snooze, bought paint and roach bombs, now gunna cycle to Feccies with a Hyundai vacuum cleaner half sticking out of my backpack, doing my best Ghostbuster impersonation.
Yoda's Den Drain from a week ago. Ive had issues with water on the lense and the developer underexposing my negatives... bastards.
Downstream of the flooded, impassable CDS Unit.
Our exit at the flooded impassable CDS Unit. Such a nice easy lid!
Our re-entry point waaay upstream.
Nym The Shoveller.
Dori The Shoveller.
 Current Music: Enigma - The Screen Behind The Mirror. |
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10:38a |
Happy Birthday!
It has been pointed out to me that I was a day early, even when you consider time zones, in wishing TexasWren a happy birthday.
Mojosmom kindly(?) explained that I live in a very different time zone, and that it was in fact her birthday here in Australia, even if it hasn't yet arrived in Chicago.
Owwwoooooh! Sometimes this timezone business makes my head hurt. Driving a shift that spans a midnight doesn't help me keep track of the daze, neither.
It's Friday here in Canberra.
I remember once, about this time of day, I got on a plane, full of excitement. It was Friday when I left, Friday when I landed in Sydney, Friday late afternoon when I got aboard a Qantas jumbo heading east out over the Pacific. But after that, things went beyond my ken. We crossed the International Date line around midnight, and it may have been Saturday down below. Or it might have still been Thursday as we crossed over. I looked down on the glowing lava in the middle of one of the Hawaiian islands and was confirmed in my excitement as the rest of the plane slumbered on.
And at dawn we neared the Californian coast, and it was definitely Friday morning. Again.
I went through immigration and customs and security, tired, excited, bewildered at my first taste of a truly foreign land. While I'd been overseas before, it was only to New Zealand, where they are just like us except they talk funny. Here, cripes, but they walked on the wrong side, they were in a different hemisphere, they had all sorts of weird laws, they elected their head of state... And they talked funny.
And then after lunch, I got aboard a flight to Washington, and the sun set somewhere over the Midwest, and it was still Friday. I was welcomed by ResQgeek, who, by that time, looked to my tired eyes to be a sainted angel sent to save me from all the weird sights and sounds pouring into my fading brain.
He rescued me, grabbed my big yellow bag, wrestled me into his car where the steering wheel wasn't, and calmed me down by driving around Washington at night. There was the Washington Memorial, the White House all lit up, crikey but here was the fabled Lincoln Memorial and we were driving right by it! G'day, Abraham!!
It took me hours to get back to anything resembling normality. I was introduced to MrsGeek, and we sat up until midnight talking. And it was still Friday!!!
That was the longest, and possibly the happiest Friday of my life.
So, mindful of the weird sort of time they have in the rest of the world, I got confused and went early today. It's Friday, you see.
Never mind. To all my BookCrossing, Livejournal, Facebook and real life friends. I might not remember your birthdays. I might remember them early. I might be six months out of whack.
But every day, I think of you all, I rejoice in your friendship, I read about your joys and tears, and I wish you all love, happiness and the very merriest of birthdays every day of your lives.
Party time! |
skyring
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4:09a |
Happy Birthday!
I'm not usually noted for noting birthdays, but this one popped up at me.
Happy birthday, dear Texaswren! |
| Thursday, July 17th, 2008 |
siologen
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11:10p |
Kitchen Sink. The Basin at Sydenham.
Very close to the Airport.
One of the drains emptying into it. Pointless to explore, but interesting. The four objects lined up across the bottom are the smashed remains of my 28-85mm Nikkor.
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zildjian77
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10:32a |
Date Night Ok I went out the with fireman the other night.
all day I didnt think he would show up so just kept in that frame of mind so I wouldnt go stir crazy all day, it also helped I went shopping with Rahni and Iszak so that was great therapy LOL.
Iszak dont like to sit in the pram now and will sit if only for a little bit in the shopping trolley so I got walk him around on his backpack/lead! I love it he thinks he is so big now he can walk at the shops lol so cute!
Poor Rahni is due in about 8weeks and the belly must be so heavy for her to lug around aswell as Iszak and shopping so I was glad to help out.
Anyways it took my mind off whether or not he was showing up and I was fine till he messaged me like half an hour before to let me know he was on his way..........like I had asked him to so I could start to get ready LOL it so dont take me long cause I dress to be comfortable and were ZERO makeup.
Anyways Sarah was home and she saw me to start freaking out a bit about him coming I was getting so nervous about it LOL. He showed up and came in met Sarah and kissed me on the cheek hello. He is so tall and so broad shouldered and such large hands it's brilliant lol I love tall broad shoulder guys!
Anyways we went to dinner at Leichhardt for pizza then went to the pub played a few games of pool, over dinner he was chatting away kind of doing a roaming staring and when he looked at me he kinda blushed so I think he was a little nervous too! Always good means Im not the only freak who was nervous LOL
We ended up coming back to my place to watch a movie, I made him watch Clerks cause he had never seen it yet had seen all the other view askew movies! How can you! Thats blasphemy according to me LOL so made him watch it. We sat pretty close on the lounge but he didnt try anything, when he was leaving he kissed me good night on the lips with a little bit of a lingering effect happening it wasnt just MWAH and off he went LOL so yeah we will see.
he messaged me on the way home and we got to talking and he says he wants to meet up again so we now just gotta work out the time and place to meet due to our rosters being hectic and not matching much.
Part of me thinks yeah this could be good but the other half is thinking he lives so far away if we have trouble catching up for a date whats it gonna be like if we do start seeing each other??
But just trying now to not think that far ahead. He is cute but I think he knows it LOL Current Mood:  hopeful |
zildjian77
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10:27a |
Red Nanna My old work mate Val who I called my Red Nanna, has throat cancer! She was a heavy heavy smoker many years ago but I have known her for 12 years now and she gave up just before I met her and now after all these years she has got a cancer lump in her throat, she is going in next week to start radiotherapy and chemotherapy because the lump is too large to remove and if they did they would have to remove half if not all her voice box. She is trying to be strong and hopefull about it cause her sister Judy is scared and worried about her and so are her sons and their kids so she is putting on the brave face for them all. I told her i ain't listening to that crap if she needs to worry then call me and let me listen to her worries so she can have that brave face for those who are constantly around her, I dont have to face her and see the worried look in her eye so she can come to me and let it all out so she can still be strong in her own time. I love his woman she was a major part of my life when I started working for the old club. I adore her and wish her the best of luck with the treatment and fingers crossed it holds out and makes her better. Current Mood: hopeful |
| Wednesday, July 16th, 2008 |
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10:39p |
Road to Riches Christianity turned my shift around last night. I was on the downhill slope to the taxi shift from Hell, and a saint stepped into my cab. It wasn’t Heaven at the end of the night, but I had definitely been blessed. I’ve changed my week to Monday to Friday, so that I can get a whole weekend with my family. What am I working for, I used to wonder, if the end result was that I only had a few hours of quality time each week. My family shouldn’t have to tiptoe around the house on their own days off so that I can get my sleep. I flew back from Queensland on Saturday, had the Sunday off - a productive day of shopping, housework and just enjoying the company of my wife and children - and then on Monday afternoon I got dressed and turned up for my shift. After an hour, I guessed that my regular cab had been reassigned, and I texted the owner for an alternative. Not that I mind having a night off if a cab isn’t available, of course. I’d make no sort of manager. Administration, juggling drivers and cabs and shifts, sorting out money and paperwork and government regulations - these hold no charm for me. But the owner must thrive on such stuff. After a while I was given an address, and the phone number of my new day driver. I drove out, waited, texted, and finally, an hour and a half after I should have commenced work, my cab arrived. I think that the driver had been enjoying a long shift, stretching his day out to cover the afternoon peak as well as the morning, not expecting a night driver. Not a Silver Service cab, in fact it was a bit of a rattley old taxi, but reasonably clean, and all the important bits were working. Trouble is that there wasn’t an afternoon peak today, or at least if there had been one, I’d missed it. Parliament is not sitting, not for another six weeks, and in school holiday time a lot of Canberrans are absent. The public service workshops and conferences aren’t being held, and consequently the large floating population of carless transients aren’t around to be shuttled between office, restaurant, hotel and airport. By seven o’clock it was dark and quiet, and I was working my way along the main city rank. Very slowly. Finally I was at the head of the queue, and a young man walked around the corner out of the gloom - our taxi rank is now adjacent to a building site, and it’s a picture of grey desolation - and sat down beside me. “Camp Copper on the Coppins Crossing Road,” he said. I goggled a little. This was right out in the sticks, and although the love of money is the root of all evil, you could almost hear the dollar coins chinking as I estimated the fare. We had a pleasant ride out, the lights of the city and then the suburbs fading behind as we entered kangaroo country and I kept my eyes peeled for bounding shapes ready to leap out at me. “What’s the best way to arrange a cab back?” he asked, “Do I ring for one when I’m ready, or can you have one waiting?” “Ah, what time, would that be?” “Nine o’clock.” “Sure, I can be waiting for you. It’s kind of slow tonight and I should be free to drive you back in.” We pulled off the main road, down a gravel track to a series of new buildings replacing the old Camp Copper destroyed in the 2003 bushfires, and he proffered a credit card. “I’ll see if we have coverage out here,” I said, running it through the machine. “Processing, processing, processing... DECLINED: NO NETWORK” Ooops. “Don’t worry about it,” I told him. “When I pick you up and take you back to civilisation, we’ll have radio coverage.” I made a note of the fare amount, and took down his details just in case I was tied up elsewhere at nine o’clock and had to call for another cab. Mind you, with over forty unpaid dollars riding on this passenger, and another similar fare to be had for the return trip, I was going to make damn sure I was there to pick him up at nine. It was slow, but I got a few local jobs to fill in the time. Bought a bottle of window cleaner when I gassed up. The fuel gauge on this taxi was misbehaving, and I didn’t want to be stuck out in the bush with no fuel. I headed back out with a nice cushion of time. If he was early, I could pick him up, and if he was late, the cab could use a bit of polishing. The camp was buzzing. Teenagers running around, soft drinks in their hands, hanging out around the hut doors, talking in groups, just enjoying each others’ company. There were some flags hoisted near the admin building, and they didn’t look like the Boy Scout symbols. Heavy on crosses and Latin mottos. The penny dropped then. This was one of the staging areas for World Youth Day, a periodical Catholic Church gathering. The Pope had landed in Sydney earlier that day, and huge open-air masses were planned. Young pilgrims from around the world were assembling, and doubtless tomorrow the buses would pull up at the camp, the young folk here would climb aboard, and in a few hours they would be praying with the Pontiff. I polished up the windows while I waited. Normally the young people I see as a taxi driver revel in alcoholic spirits before rolling in carnal congress, but these teenagers weren’t following this well-worn path. Just good friends and orange fizz. My passenger, just a few years older than his flock, appeared from the well-lit buildings, his short beard and steady walk marking him out from the youngsters swirling around. “You know the Roman Catholic cathedral in Manuka? St Stephens? That’s where we are going.” Perfect. Manuka on a Monday might be quiet, but it’s still a nice place on a winter evening. Maybe Artoven would still be serving cappuccino. And I would be eighty dollars and more up on a slow shift. certainly enough to put me over my target for the night if I worked until three. He talked about the young people. Their songs and dances and t-shirts, friendships made in the cold mornings and warmed around the campfire. Years later they would remember these times fondly, and I felt him slipping back into the Nineties as he talked. I was kind of sorry to set him down beside the red brick cathedral in Manuka. It’s pleasant to have an amiable companion to share a piece of Canberra’s night-time with, and I’d be lonely while I waited for my next fare. It’ll be a busy time for taxidrivers in Sydney over the next few days, I reckon. They’ll make small fortunes while we Canberra cabbies ride out the cold, quiet nights. Artoven was long closed. I put on St Germain, good chill-out music, and pulled out a book, wondering who would be my next passenger. |
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Scarred tomatoe Just when you thought it was safe....A frankentomato appears |
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| Tuesday, July 15th, 2008 |
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Proofsheet Here iam, leaving my job, just as i start to realise that i probably shouldnt leave. Was i career/employment minded, i probably wouldnt leave. Not cossa promotional prospects or even good wages... just cos, well i enjoy it. After a year and a half, all the fuckwits have been weeded out, or gone to the ramp and i find myself in a lol, 'seniority position'. Not that theres any real physical perks or anything... rather i, just get on well with everyone. I spend 70% of my day laughing and carrying on, taking the piss, joking about, talking shit; two hour, paid lunch breaks, eating Oporto, surfing the net, talking shit with the boyos on the third floor, chatting to the check-in girls at United; long cold drives to cargo towing 6 thunderclap rattling dollies; planes landing over my head; planes taking off over my head; spending $15 every 8 hours on the vending machine; nice leisurely toilet breaks; hooning around on the number 13 tug; throwing peoples luggage; trying not to throw them into the wrong destination can; reading the paper; staring intently at Keeley Hazel's boobs on the wall on the number 7 lateral; watching impromptu handball, rugby league and ping pong tournaments break out every time the supervisor's not looking; getting lots of overtime; listening to Yendri at full volume on my Ipod while unloading Thai. I really shouldn't give it up. A job i dont mind and often enjoy. But i will. Cos in the end theres more important things than gainful employment. As compensation i suppose, ive worked eleven non-stop ten hour days. Almost as proof, here is the list of the 245 films, 13 PC games and 16 TV series ive watched in my flat since i moved into it a year ago ( ----> )I got a lift home from a workmate last night. His real name is Dave but we all call him The Big Show, cos he's fucking massive and a total champion. Almost fittingly, he drives a modified 5.7L VX SS Ute. I got home in ten minutes, as you do when the fella driving you does 160kph down the Princes Highway doing wheelspins from 1st to 5th. What a beast! I dunno why the seats are leather, i kept sliding around on them, the only thing with less grip than the seats where the rear wheels. Im tired, gunna go watch a film called 'Puzzlehead', guzzle Rockstar, then go to bed. Current Music: Cleaner - Green Light |
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4:22p |
OOH A Mini moo wallet These are lovely and very cheap! I woudl highly recomend these wallets for all your moo carrying needs Stichandshoot store Only $10us and she only charges $3us for postage to australia. I got a Kitty one. Pictures found at Clare Howson's flickr |
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10:17a |
A quick link I'm a bit of an organiser junkie. My life is probably one that could do with a lot more organisation, but it's the tools that attract me. Preferably leather-covered and elegant in design. I attended a workshop run by Day-timer oooh, fifteen years back, and ever since, i've had a Day-Timer of one sort or another, sometimes going up or down in size. My current one is a little too big for anything but cargo pants, but it's a handy size for the stuff I keep in it. What is usually called "Junior" size where the pages are roughly half an A4/Letter size sheet of paper. Then there's my travel journals, which I make up after my trips, with narratives, maps, ticket stubs, postcards etc. I was put onto the Levenger Circa system for these, and I now go with the Letter size, because so much travel ephemera is too big for Junior size. Or, if it isn't, I only get a few bits on a page. Not as creative or formalised as scrapbooking, but it's a good way of making a record of a long trip and keeping all those exotic dockets or menus handy. I've never really been a fan of non-paper systems, despite every computer ever made having some sort of calendar or organiser software. The main problem is that computer systems haven't been portable enough, or durable enough. I can carry around a journal and it will still be readable fifteen years or fifty years from now. How many bits of computer software of that vintage are still usable? Even if you can read the media - floppy disks, anyone? I've been browsing Levenger - I LOVE their stuff - and ordered up a few new things, now that I've worked out how to arrange shipping from the store. A recent Google search (so I could find their webpage) pulled up this link, which has wasted a good deal of my morning. Reviews of all sorts of interesting stuff, discussions, concepts, articles, humour... Be warned. If your time needs organising, you'll love and hate the site! |
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1:03a |
Lopsided Self Abuse
The muscles in my right arm are considerably harder and bigger than those in my left arm. My left arm looks positively dystrophied by comparison.
Ive been trying to correct the right side preferential i seem to have when throwing peoples luggage at work.
I just hope its the bags and not an overactive libido :S
Current Music: Peter Bjorn and John - Young Folks |
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