unadulterated

A Brief History...

2011-01-14T23:45:00.000+11:00

... of my emotional love life: I find a girl; I impute to her my perfect girl after a brief comment she makes about something which I overanalyse and consider evidence of a vast intelligence.; we're necessarily separated by something (often her leaving or me leaving or a boyfriend or a girlfriend or a significant age gap or a facilitator/delegate relationship or some combination of the above).

A quick insight

2010-09-23T00:17:00.000+10:00

I thought this might be informative for those who don't suffer anxiety disorders. People don't get it when I stay home sick but don't call work. "Just a quick phone call or a text message, that's all we ask." Well, too bad, I can't. I have what must be descirbed as a very mild social anxiety disorder and very mild depression. I've thought about suicide but never attempted. I've thought about

Eye contact by the Woodbride bus

2010-05-07T18:26:00.000+10:00

I was walking through the dark and quiet streets of Hobart just now. I had skirted the busy Salamanca strip, passed the waterfront, just warming up, and I was heading towards the buses. There aew lots of people around, for sure, but they are all of my mind: it's the end of the day and it's time to go home. Exhaustion is part of it. Another part is just enjoying solitude for a moment; relaxing.

revelations

2010-03-25T01:50:00.000+11:00

TMM is CTL.

Social Media

2010-03-07T02:33:00.000+11:00

I really like facebook and twitter and stuff. They give me more opportunities for social interaction than I would otherwise have. They keep me up to date on gossip. They have normalised online interaction. But. There is one very big but. I can see everything everyone does. That's nice, it's interesting. The trouble is that I feel so left out. I even intrude on my friends' conversations to try

say something retarded day

2010-03-04T19:20:00.001+11:00

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2010/03/04/2836812.htm http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2010/03/04/2836753.htm http://mjec.blogspot.com/2010/03/crappy-epiphany.html I guess I started it? It's important to note that there is a reason nothing is deleted from my blog. I think one should be able to own their past. Even if what I have said is stupid or disgusting or ridiculous... I keep it

crappy epiphany

2010-03-04T00:15:00.000+11:00

I had an epiphany in the past hour or so. I've spoken before of how sex isn't real to me. I think I explained it badly back then and I'll struggle similarly now. When I think of my friends having sex... well, I can't. I simply can't imagine it. The two elements are so distinct in my mind that I just can't envisage it happening. Even when they talk about it. Doesn't matter how much detail they

gilmore girls on a saturday night

2010-02-28T01:18:00.000+11:00

I love this episode of Gilmore Girls. The one where they have the CSPAN-broadcast speech (I refer to it as the debate episode in reference to the west wing episode). Here be spoilers. When Paris cracks... some days that's just what I want to do. Frequently, in fact. Scream to the world "fuck you, I don't deserve this!" I've said this before... somewhere else in my blog. A year or more ago. More

comedy

2010-02-26T18:15:00.001+11:00

Can I just mention how funny it is that this blog is subtitled "just another sterradian in the blogosphere"? That's really a great joke. Better even than how I'm ordering pizza as Geoff Kennett.

my day

2010-02-25T18:44:00.000+11:00

My day today was just a sequence of unhappy. I woke up too early. I took a shower and had a bit of a cry about my dead dad. I got on the early bus to work. It was crowded so I had to stand up the whole way. I was in town early enough to have breakfast. I spilt bbq sauce down my (beige) trousers and the food was rubbish anyway - undercooked frozen scrambled egg. Still frozen in parts. I got

2010-02-22T02:37:00.001+11:00

i feel like that guy in the end of spaceballs. "oh no, not again" I'm no good with people. This morning I struggled with mod_rewrite. Maybe I can join a cult and live in silent piousness forever?

insanity is setting in

2010-02-22T02:18:00.001+11:00

Tonight my head feels smaller than my hands. I feel small. And I feel like no matter how much I want it not to be, life will involve nothing but settling for that which I can tolerate. Maybe not. Maybe I'll find purpose in kids or something. There's only so much good to reproduction though.

debaclé

2010-01-30T16:45:00.004+11:00

I was meant to go out this afternoon to a picnic. I had been wavering but had said emphatically yesterday (when invited) that I would go. Today I wavered. Then I informed the inviter I wouldn't go. The inviter got angry, I said I would go but would be late. I was told I was a cunt and unwanted.I had managed to do fairly well at not pissing off the inviter in the past. Now that I have I fear a

sexual inadequacy

2009-10-01T00:13:00.003+10:00

With skills like that I should write headlines for the Hun.Here's the thing. I don't think of sex as real. I can't think of any other way to describe it. I get the impression that people imagine themselves having sex with others on a fairy regular basis. I don't. I don't have a visual imagination at all, which makes it interesting. I also don't picture others having sex. So the idea of people I

fascinating

2009-09-27T17:09:00.001+10:00

I haven't read over my post of fourteen hours ago but I was thinking about deleting it. Of course, I don't do that.That was the worst of it though. I vented. I watched weeds and read slashdot until 6am. I slept until 2pm. And now... well, now I'm happy again. Seven hours behind schedule in terms of work, but I can handle that. I'm happy :).

sad times

2009-09-27T03:03:00.002+10:00

Hi, people who still remember this exists. I think I can count that number on one finger, zero-indexed. Or perhaps using Byzantine counting - they would use the thumb to indicate one of three positions on each other finger, thus counting to twelve on each hand.It's five past fucking three in the morning and that's the best I've got. Grand final day today. I didn't even know who was playing until

2009-06-15T23:23:00.003+10:00

I want to watch more movies. 80s movies. Juno. Sweeny Todd. Whatever. I want also to be liked. Mostly I just want to be left alone for about a week, maybe two. No responsibilities, nothing to do, nothing to worry about. Just to be for a little while. A holiday, I think they call that.Yes, really. Still.I know, I should blog, but the things on my mind aren't things I can write about. Work: I have

undefunctification

2009-06-09T22:37:00.007+10:00

This blog is apparently defunct. In order to undefunctify it, I present the first in my at-least-one part series: Guest Blogs. This evening's blog was written by one of the Watergate burglars. Or maybe that gay librarian from QC. You decide.As an aside, I'd like to just mention how pleased I am to be a Publisher. There is a certain power in it, a kind of sense of responsibility to journalistic

10h 5m 31s

2009-04-06T01:54:00.002+10:00

It's been a while since I've put anything up here. More than a year, in fact. I have been reading over my old stuff and it's good. I'm glad I have it. I'm also glad of my black books. I'm not so glad of my book Principles of Corporations Law.That's a lie. I love having the book. I love the ability to know. I hate the essay. The problem is that I know this essay won't be any good. It can't be. I

missing out

2008-03-25T03:29:00.000+11:00

I have never been in a relationship so serious that the end of it has caused me to wallow for days in tearful self-pity.I don't think I've ever even liked anyone that much. Or perhaps I have and I just haven't ever had a sufficiently focused rejection time to warrant all that wallowing at one time.There are times when I wallow in self-pity for days on end, or at least for a day and a half or so.

of mice and men

2008-03-10T00:34:00.002+11:00

I feel like I'm spitting in John Steinbeck's face by using that title. Let alone the poet who originally coined that phrase - Frost? I don't know.So I had plans for more "parody week" entries. Quite a number of them, in fact. I even drew out little indexed cards to scan in to use as the last one. But it was not to be, for I am lazy and have never finished a project in my life.I saw Run Fatboy Run

parody week: zach braff

2008-03-08T21:43:00.003+11:00

[Total lack of posts for more than a month]

cynacism revisited

2008-02-03T16:12:00.000+11:00

This is why you shouldn't ever leave a CD sitting on a car seat. The CD doesn't even work any more, and that sucks. The funny part is that the CD was all about (insofar as mix CDs are "about" anything) Kevin Rudd's victory and new-found unwarranted optimism. And as I get more and more cynical, more offended by the actions of a government no better than the last, the disk melted and warped.

More crappy tv

2008-01-30T21:42:00.000+11:00

I like to sit up at AUSSAT (or whatever that transceiver station is called) and look out over Hobart. I think it reminds me of the classic Hollywood look-over-LA scene. I think it's either ironic or symbolic of my entire existence that I never feel more connected to the real world than when I'm imitating its fakest part.

26/01: Fill in the Blank _____ Day?

2008-01-27T15:40:00.000+11:00

I have been watching a lot of TV lately. TV-on-DVD-on-AVI, specifically. I didn't sleep last night, in fact. Between 2am and now (4pm) I have watched 13.5 episodes of Brothers & Sisters and a at least four episodes of Eureka. I tried to watch Gilmore Girls but I just can't make it past the opening credits. I'm too afraid that someone will find out. Because they will.Today I've also fixed the

existentialism on christmas night

2007-12-24T00:03:00.000+11:00

Do you ever get so horrified by your meaningless and repetitive existence as to question whether survival really has any meaning? If you do, you will almost invariably come to the conclusion either that your life exists solely to serve others (be they real people or imaginary sky people) or that your life is driven by the biological need to fuck. Of course at this point your mind diverts into two

looking back

2007-12-23T01:48:00.000+11:00

So, it's nearly Christmas. I'm thinking of writing a self-Annual Report. But that's probably a lot more effort than I have time to do.I think I should pay more attention to the reasons why people do things.I want to say more but I really can't. I'm watching Dinosaurs.

december

2007-12-04T22:03:00.000+11:00

So, it's December apparently?There are lots of Christmas ads. They make me a bit upset that I don't celebrate Christmas. But the two - three? - Christmas celebrations I've been to haven't quite been what is depicted on TV.So yeah, I dunno. I just think it's about time I blog again.

New Leadership. Fresh Ideas

2007-11-24T23:13:00.000+11:00

Kevin Rudd won convincingly. This is no surprise. I don't really care any more. There are a few things that will change (Work Choices, Freedom of Information, parliamentary terms (hopefully)) but in reality it'll be the same complaints for the next three years.The more interesting thing I did today is this:This is about a Human Rights Act, specifically in Tasmania, though it could be generalised

the trouble with romantic comedies

2007-11-18T17:09:00.000+11:00

So I'm not sure if I posted this or not, but one of the reasons I want a girlfriend is to be able to do those good-guy things you get to do as a significant other. Like sitting in the rain waiting for someone to forgive you, or getting them just the right present... The "awww" stuff from movies.The trouble with all that stuff is it's kinda creepy most of the time. "I'll never stop asking you out

garden state

2007-11-10T18:38:00.000+11:00

This movie is fantastic, really. It makes me want to move to New Jersey. And it's incredible. It is just incredible.Meeting people is all about finding key questions. Just those few questions that you can ask someone and it will get them to tell you those key things that define people. But they won't tell you that voluntarily, you have to push the button - you have to ask them.There are people I

ignore this post

2007-11-06T20:24:00.000+11:00

Depression has hit.I don't want sympathy; I don't want anything. I want regular fucking nothing.I hate the use of "proper grammar" with terms like "lol". It's not "Lol" at the beginning of a sentence. It's a different dialect, doing that would be stupid.I saw a brochure in my car and my thought wasn't "wow I was a candidate" (as it had been before tonight) but "fuck that was a massive waste of

not having a girlfriend

2007-11-04T19:50:00.000+11:00

Pros: - Nobody to complain if you decide today might not be a day for pants - Nobody concerned for your health if you decide today might not be a day for vitamins - Nobody asking you what's wrong if you decide today might be a day for DVDs and silence - You don't need permission to read until 4am - Nobody bugging you for sexual contact when you're really not in the mood (e.g. it's 3am and you're

life (with soundtrack by zach braff)

2007-10-31T18:31:00.000+11:00

There's a soundtrack because my car has a CD player. And the soundtrack fits because it's summer.I love summer. It always reminds me of the summer of 69[1]. I flipped burgers all summer just to be able to buy an eight-track. It was great. All I did was party and get laid.[2] I was free. Not in the not-in-prison sense, not in the doesn't-cost-anything sense, but in the sense that hippies and

dreams

2007-10-26T12:55:00.001+11:00

I have very strange dreams. Last night there were two:1. I had some sort of STI. That was the entire dream - I was diagnosed with... something. Nothing really bad (AIDS, herpes) but something curable. Not chlamydia... but something bacterial. No physical signs. Anyway, this is probably way too much detail.2. I was going away, went out the night before, had a drink so couldn't get home. And I

a tale of woe

2007-10-05T22:39:00.000+10:00

So my brochure contains (at least) two errors. And one poor colour combination that makes a page hard to read.Shit shit shit.It says I live in Kingston. I don't. I'm one of three candidates that doesn't (of fourteen candidates total). I should be playing up the fact that the municipality doesn't begin and end with the regional centre. But no, I'm a Kingstonite. Fuck.And it's missing an apostrophe

:(

2007-09-25T15:13:00.000+10:00

I've seen it before but Scrubs 0314 still makes me cry.

my "morning" in less than 160 characters

2007-09-22T14:17:00.000+10:00

i'm like merlin xkcd270. dream last night of dom-sub in abstract and watched secretary after waking. maggie gyllenhaal is hot, as is young spader. does he only play chauvinistic lawyers?Except he's not chauvinistic at all. He's loving. That's the thing. I've expounded on this before, kind of.I also discovered - or refined, in my mind - the difference between erotica and pornography. It's not just

needing reassurance

2007-09-18T22:02:00.000+10:00

So you know that really awkward feeling when you ask someone out and you know with 100% certainty that they're going to say no but you have to ask because you've been pressured by your friends and they're expecting you to do this?Doorknocking is a little bit like that. Going up to people, confronting them and telling them you want to use their lawn for a sign, or you want them to use this

i give up

2007-09-01T23:49:00.000+10:00

Not on anything in particular, just generally.Actually, yes on something in particular. In socialising. I suck at it. You would not believe how much I suck at it even if I told you. The level of suckage is so great that both Hoovers would be jealous. Man, that's a subtle joke, and I'm not sure I even get it.Like, Hoover as in vacuum cleaner manufacturer, and J Edgar Hoover who was gay (or

my mind haunts me

2007-08-20T10:04:00.000+10:00

Ok, here's what I don't get.I finally went to bed, I read for while, got up and watched two episodes of Daria, then went to bed again. I read a little bit more, went to sleep. I was pretty certainly depressed.So would somebody please find the source for the following dream.I was with a whole bunch of people and we were watching the Boston Pops Orchestra. I have never seen the Orchestra, but it's

untired

2007-08-20T00:05:00.000+10:00

I don't want to sleep. I should. I know I should. But I just want chocolate and Daria. Unfortunately Daria remains the fucking annoying fictional stories as always. The girls and guys get together as planned, there's a classic teenage existence, there's music .. I dunno. I'm jealous of Daria.I'm hungry. Chocolate would be nice. And myspace friends.Ridiculously, cartoon violence there solely for

handy hint #{Rand(1,200)}

2007-08-17T13:49:00.000+10:00

If you pull a doona over your head and sit up, and hold your phone at arm's length it lights up the inside to look almost like archetypical light speed travel. You have to be keeping the doona taught with the phone, pushing it out with that arm. Be sure not to let any additional light in. I don't deserve it.Works best if you're not wearing glasses and have water in your eyes.

wangsty

2007-08-13T18:22:00.000+10:00

I've been trying for some months now to get the spelling of "angst" changed to "anxt", because any word with an x in it is cool. This afternoon, however, I've come across the word "wangsty", which wouldn't work quite so well as "wanxty" (the x is still cool, but you lose the "wang" unintentional pun; it's not as clear you're talking about wanking) so I may have to abandon my fight. We'll see.In

rather terror than tyrany

2007-08-12T23:38:00.000+10:00

That's my new anti-anti-terrorism slogan. I think it'd go well on a t-shirt.I wanted to speak a little bit this evening about an old cassette (I know, pre-CD) that was playing in my parents car earlier. It contained a whole bunch of old jazz and I really liked it. I can't remember what the point of this was, unfortunately.The other thing was about a hitch-hiker I once picked up. A man and his

the trouble with sex dreams

2007-08-05T12:05:00.000+10:00

Last night I had the unusual pleasure of a dream that involved sexual contact. That was the first of two dreams, in any case. This is generally speaking rather innocuous, but there are a few curious points.The first of these - not in importance, by any measure - is the location. This particular dream took place in the exposed laundry corridor of our 25th floor apartment in Sri Lanka. Except that

vitriol

2007-08-04T13:39:00.000+10:00

I am filled with a malice before unbeknownst to me. My only means of describing it is, once again, and unsurprisingly, to use the words of another. In this case I shall use the words of Camus to describe my schadenfreude. The Fall, the O'Brien translation at page 48:From that moment onwards, without really intending it, I began, in fact, to

2007-08-03T13:20:00.000+10:00

I wanted to talk about all sorts of things. About how Casimir Pulaski Day by Sufjan Stevens makes me cry. About how I keep napkins in my car for that reason (and also because I have nowhere else to put them and because sometimes you need to be saved from a BBQ sauce emergency - that's what the moist towelettes are for).I was going to explain that my car was out of petrol and my phone out of

twenty

2007-07-29T02:19:00.000+10:00

I'm now officially not a teenager. This has not made me confront my own mortality but it has made me consider the "whatif" that my best years may be behind me.My thoughts at the moment are with three people. A McDonalds worker with her own number plate. A girl who uses big words but not because she's pretentious, just because she likes the language. And a girl who represents to me the closest

humanity again

2007-07-28T00:00:00.000+10:00

People piss me off a lot. I get quite disillusioned with the world.And then someone builds a difference engine out of Lego and I have no choice but to be happy again.Fuckin' hell. Read about difference engines, there's a wikipedia link there. Read about the history of computation. Read about Rube-Goldberg machines. People are incredible and I love you all.For the moment at least ;).

happenings

2007-07-26T17:53:00.000+10:00

I played squash today for the first time since late 2003. It's also the most exercise I've done since late 2003. But it was invigorating! I enjoyed it greatly. We're going to play twice a week.In other news a relatively tame post I made to the Asia Pacific Cities Summit youth online community was deleted. To quote the manager from Brisbane City Council who made the decision: "We have to be

2007-07-22T23:43:00.000+10:00

It's not ok for guys to just go and have a cry. I resent that. The gender equality debate isn't over and I doubt it ever will be, but there's no malism. Oh the irony of a name that literally means "badness". I'm not arguing that there needs to be a shift in the way men are treated in a number of areas - politics, pay and the like. But it is unfuckingdeniable that there is a social inequity which

hp7 spoilers

2007-07-22T02:16:00.000+10:00

I'm serious, spoilers, stay the hell away until you've read the bookAnd possibly also some fanfictionSo, my highlights?There was the bit on page 81 where Ron uses the phrase "[i]n the name of Merlin's saggy left ..." - I think the appropriate synonym for testicle in this circumstance would be 'nut' personally, but I'm open to suggestion.Then of course there's page 48, on which Hermione says "oh

what's a friend?

2007-07-20T18:19:00.000+10:00

I've been browsing facebook recently - adding people to my list of friends. This poses a question - how well do you know someone before calling them a friend? Ben McKay has 215 friends as I type this. I have 62. My barrier has just been substantially reduced. I'll now facebook-friend anyone who has a name and face I recognise. So if I just know your name that's not enough, the same with just face

one oh one

2007-07-18T17:14:00.000+10:00

I often feel humiliated for doing things which are "adult" when I'm not. Like issuing press releases or trying to talk to a politician. Or applying for a job. I hate it. I just feel out of place, like I'm doing something I shouldn't be. Hence my long-standing aversion to it. Not to mention the fear of rejection thing.Ok, so now a leaf from Annabel's book. A thought purge.Biological purpose of

watching west wing

2007-07-17T16:54:00.000+10:00

Sometimes I really wish I could draw. As I was driving today, through the rain, I saw a group of three middle-aged-to-old women sitting in a tiny area in front of a house, with two umbrellas, talking. It was wonderful. I wanted to draw. I couldn't - I can't. But it would've made for a great drawing, truly.I am not being allowed to take a year off university per se. I'll be just doing the one

unyc

2007-07-13T23:09:00.000+10:00

There's a lot to say and I don't know where to start. This will end up being one of those things that never actually gets written about because there's too much. This entire Canberra trip.There is one thing though. xkcd actually made me cry tonight because it was so beautiful. That happens occasionally. Check out alone and maybe you'll begin to understand me a bit more.

2007-07-07T18:12:00.000+10:00

Much to write no time, expect more later.Strip club, the pianist, much drinking, turkmenistan, hot chocolate.More later.

ode to insomnia

2007-07-02T00:52:00.000+10:00

(embellished)He's in bed. There's not much more he can do; he's been yawning and stretching. He definitely wants to be here. It's relatively comfortable too. No muscles needed at least. It's quiet. The only way he knows it's quiet is by the noises that stick out. The washing machine. The faint humm of... well, something electrical anyway. Every now and again the fridge

another quickie

2007-07-01T23:01:00.001+10:00

Just to add to the list of TV shows I like but probably shouldn't: Grey's Anatomy and (much more embarrassingly) Ugly Betty.Oh come on, there's just a certain charm. Not to mention the whole losers-can-do-ok angle. It's worth watching.No, really it's not.I need to kiss someone on the roof of a car. That's been on my ToDo list since I watched Jeux d'enfants. Like, literally, on the list on the

something completely different

2007-07-01T01:35:00.000+10:00

The topic of this post is light bondage. Like, the sexual practice. It comes up because the bed I'm on has a metal frame which, it has occurred to me, could be used for handcuffing quite easily.You're totally freaked out right now, you're like running for the door.Let me explain.I'm not into that stuff. But I understand it. I think it can be healthy. I am not aroused by the thought of handcuffs

i'm totally sleeping on the floor tonight

2007-06-30T23:21:00.000+10:00

That's primarily because my back hurts though, rather than anything else.After a few glasses of wine I decided I would like to go out and meet a girl. Not for the reasons that spring to mind, but because I need to get better at this meeting people stuff. Alcohol helps to some degree but I shouldn't need it to meet someone. I just have this massive fear of rejection and no idea how to start a

raw beauty

2007-06-30T16:32:00.000+10:00

If you've ever wondered why I love xkcd, then I'll show you. It's comics like projection. Hover your mouse over the comic and read that too.

a long and stupid rant

2007-06-29T02:13:00.000+10:00

Nearly a week without a post. It's not that nothing has happened, because things have. I'm going to Canberra tomorrow. I've not done all the work I'm supposed to have done. All that sort of stuff. Not to mention that my parents got home on Tuesday evening (good thing I finished the last of the pot on Monday night, hey?). Interestingly, earlier that evening I scared myself by thinking about what

doned and strunk

2007-06-23T19:23:00.000+10:00

I keep forgetting things. I used to absorb information. Now I forget things that are said even when they're really fucking important. Troublesome. I hate it. I feel like Algernon or whatever. I'm losing my goodness. My mind, which is all I have. Fuck. It could be my binge drinking and drug taking but... I dunno.I am anxty much. Same as always.Fuck.

have you ever,

2007-06-19T10:02:00.000+10:00

ever felt like this? How strange things happen, when you're going round the twist.I have that song stuck in my head. I'm pensive. Earlier I had the song "I'm a believer" stuck in my head.I'm just in a New York state of mind.

i'm done

2007-06-16T13:31:00.000+10:00

So my exams are finished and I handed in my essay.Now I have nothing to do.

shrug

2007-06-13T22:30:00.000+10:00

I actually think like this. Not properly, of course. Not those precise things. But things like that. Less of the "you probably couldn't name some of the things I've done with your daughter" and more of the "so, you lived through the sixties and you have a daughter... so you've probably had sex sometime... I wonder what that was like for you". That sort of stuff. The stuff I don't know about

how to procrastinate

2007-06-11T17:38:00.000+10:00

I've spent my entire day on Facebook. I've been reading about... well, I've been mostly reading sex advice. Not in a creepy way. I've been reading from groups like 50 Mistakes Women Make When Having Sex and the counter-group 50 Mistakes Men Make While Having Sex. There are many such groups - things guy should do for girls, that girls should do for guys (less sex-oriented). There are wall posts

washing up has been done!

2007-06-11T16:31:00.000+10:00

I'm beginning to recognise that the house looks a lot better when there isn't shit strewn everywhere. Washing up done, rubbish taken out, all that.Unfortunately it's four thirty in the afternoon and I have not yet done my essay due in at an undetermined time tomorrow. I have a feeling that it's nine in the morning but I'm not sure. I'll get it in by five and plead ignorance. Unfortunately

regrets

2007-06-08T21:37:00.000+10:00

Sometimes we make mistakes. Sometimes we do things we regret. But most of the time we don't do things and that's the regret.I'm watching my DVD of Ben Folds Live with the West Australian Symphony Orchestra. And I am really upset that I didn't go to Melbourne to see him with the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra. I considered it. Gideon and I were going to go together. It was going to cost about $500

untitled 3

2007-06-07T21:29:00.000+10:00

Quite some time ago - perhaps years - The Lovely Clara informed me that I should read a book by Nick Earls. Not any book in particular, but I should read him. I think this was just after I read High Fidelity for the first time and she likened him to an Australian Nicky Hornby.In Melbourne at the National Debating Championships I was at a school (Croyden College I think) and I saw a Nick Earls

how things change

2007-06-07T00:52:00.000+10:00

Before we begin I'd like to mention a very high pitched noise I'm hearing as a result of having plugged in my phone. I'd also like to say briefly that I bruised my toe.When I was younger I had no sense of humour. I appreciated wit but I didn't find it funny. I would read Terry Pratchett and Douglas Adams books and not laugh. Seriously. I loved and understood them, I just... I just didn't see

i wish i could draw

2007-06-03T17:00:00.000+10:00

The other day, while driving, I saw the full moon, covered by translucent cloud, thus only slightly obscured, juxtaposed against the harsh light of a new street lamp. It would have been beautiful to see.

60 mm

2007-06-03T15:43:00.000+10:00

I saw an ad last night while watching Drop Dead Gorgeous (I don't normally like mockumentaries but I laughed during that one) which was from the Cancer Council of Victoria. They noted that the risk of cancer is doubled with a waist of more than 100cm in men. Doubled relative to what? What sort of cancers? Is this correlation or causality? These are all legitimate questions.I measured myself this

current music: R.E.M.

2007-06-03T15:25:00.000+10:00

This morning (which was actually this afternoon, given I got out of bed at 2:20pm) I had a new experience. I carried my computer with me from the lounge room to the bathroom, playing music the whole way. The change is sound as the building changed was fascinating, but that wasn't just it.I had the computer playing music while I was in the shower. It was great. I had something to listen to. As

on leave

2007-06-02T17:55:00.000+10:00

My parents and Gideon went away yesterday. So I'm alone. Home alone for more than three weeks. I have been watching DVDs and smoking pot. I was going to drink too but I never got around to it.I'm watching Notting Hill at the moment. I love it. I just love this movie so much. I love all the Hugh Grant movies. They're not good per se, they're just...

i feel terrible

2007-05-30T13:23:00.000+10:00

I just want to bitch and moan forever but, unfortunately, I don't even have the energy to do that. I wish there was something interesting I could talk about. Law Girl was in the row in front of me today. She showed her friends a Calvin and Hobbes comic. I skipped my other lecture. I don't have a car. I want food. But not food really I want... I don't even know what I want. And that's my problem.

guilty pleasures

2007-05-29T22:19:00.000+10:00

I have several guilty pleasures. These include listening to Avril Lavigne... no, that's pretty much it.I want to blog but there's really not a lot to blog about. I'm behind with uni, broke and hungry. The only thing that's new is I'm also sick, but that doesn't really make any difference.

moo, you bloody choir

2007-05-14T18:48:00.000+10:00

I'm sitting in the cold on the ref steps being anxty. And it's cheering me up.

awkwardjumpstartstalling conversations

2007-05-14T12:49:00.000+10:00

I'm not in the mood for conversation today. Or anything at all really, other than just doing nothing. Maybe eating, possibly drinking, probably watching TV and reading.Sigh.

xkcd continues to be sweet

2007-05-12T20:52:00.000+10:00

It might actually work too...In other news, if you ever need a medal or trophy go to Trophy Traders, opposite Ogilvie's main entrance. I say this because the guy in there can only be described as gruff, but he's quite reasonable and I think he's cool because I wouldn't mind being like him when I'm old.

good days and bad.

2007-05-11T00:59:00.000+10:00

I had a small nervous breakdown earlier this evening. I fucked up my moot, totally failed at it. But it's not the failure that bothers me. I can handle failure.Take for example another small failing today: this morning I had my administrative law tutorial and it was terrible. The submission I made had almost no meaning at all. It certainly wasn't an accurate reflection of the law or a valid

odd socks

2007-05-08T21:31:00.000+10:00

In my family the wearing of odd socks is a crime. It's quite curious really. It's simply not done - like taboo. Odd socks from the laundry are kept for a week or so then turned into rags, mercilessly destroyed by cleaning the TV.I mention this because I saw someone wearing odd socks this evening and had commented on it before. It's... curious to me. Very anthropology.I think I want to be a

postsecrets

2007-05-08T14:21:00.000+10:00

There are some postsecrets I really like and others I don't. I've been doing an absurd amount of reading faux postsecrets recently. Specifically, ljsecret. I'd like to show you two of them. There's the one that is something I do and there's the other one that is also something I do.That's really all I guess.

observances

2007-05-07T13:14:00.000+10:00

I was sitting in the ref today and Wonderwall came on the radio. There was audible singing along. Not from anyone or any group in particular, but there was definitely singing. Just the overtones of several people singing quietly.I also observed today a girl with a Firefox bag. That's pretty cool. She did look a bit like a furry though...

theory and practice

2007-05-06T01:19:00.000+10:00

It is said that the difference between theory and practice is that in theory, there is no difference, whereas in practice there is.PARTIAL LIST OF THINGS I INTENDED TO DO TODAYReview the ALSA 2008 budgetBriefly look at the Youth Parliament budgetNot eat icecreamDo - or at least start - my criminal law tutorialPushupsSitupsPARTIAL LIST OF THINGS I DID TODAYAte icecreamWatched Jamie Oliver cook a

from my law classes this morning

2007-05-04T15:55:00.000+10:00

A MISSED OPPORTUNITY (<- clickable, so click it)

inside every fat man...

2007-05-04T00:14:00.001+10:00

I swear there's a pop diva inside me trying to get out.

untitled 2

2007-05-03T21:52:00.000+10:00

I'm getting old. I know this because I can no longer stay out until four in the morning and operate the next day. I also know I'm still young however. This I know because when I get back I still send email. *sigh*I've been reading a blog again, one that I haven't read in a while. The blogger made reference to http://xkcd.com/c184.html, presumably amused by it. Few people are and it made me happy

thoughts in my car

2007-05-01T14:07:00.000+10:00

If I ever brushed my hair I would totally sing into my hairbrush.

whatever

2007-04-29T16:26:00.000+10:00

Stumbling around the internet - as is my job when in my dressing gown on a Sunday afternoon - I came across 43 things. A random website to be sure. I find it amusing just to refresh and see what people are doing. The most popular one I've come across so far is - ironically - to stop procrastinating. A surprising number of people want tattoos too. I just don't see the attraction.

2007-04-26T22:46:00.000+10:00

I've been reading old email.There are worse ideas. Currently I can only think of two: jumping into a volcano and ... and I really can't even think of a second.In other news, I feel embarrassed when I watch romantic comedies. Like even when there's nobody home and there's no chance that anyone will ever know it's still... it still seems wrong. This is bothersome. It's part of why I stopped Bridget

the inevitable question

2007-04-25T22:11:00.000+10:00

What's wrong with me?Here are a few great date ideas I've just stolen from the intarwebs:Build forts out of furniture and blankets, and wage war with paper airplanes.Write a piece of fiction together. Outside at a cafe. Ask strangers when you get stuck.Try and visit as many people as you can in one night, and turn as many things inside their apartment upside down as you can, without them

diaries

2007-04-25T16:25:00.000+10:00

I'm watching Bridget Jones 2. Because sometimes you just have to. Regardless of the administrative law essays, administrative law journals, assignments and other such things due but not yet done. Well, I've had enough of working. I know I shouldn't but... I totally, totally have...I just want to live a life that involves reading xkcd followed by eating chocolate cake and bagels. I don't mind

relationships

2007-04-24T01:05:00.000+10:00

I was thinking about asking The Lovely Clara to do a guest blog for me. I really need to blog and I'm pretty lazy, so surely that works well. I decided, however, that I should reserve the "privilege" for a girlfriend. We can be all coupley and have sloppy makouts and share a blog and stuff. How disgusting would that be? That's totally the sort of thing I'd do too...Which brings me nicely to the

and now...

2007-04-15T13:49:00.000+10:00

Having spent all morning reorganising my secrets collection, I get up at one in the afternoon to find that we're about to have a family time of watching Love Actually.Way to make a boy cry.

untitled, of course

2007-04-15T13:05:00.000+10:00

I just added 22 ljsecrets to secrets.blue.org.au.I am the ubernerd.I am a whining emo bitch.

my life

2007-04-15T11:58:00.000+10:00

Hockey Tasmania is a fairly large organisation. They are pretty important - they had the Premier open their new gagillion dollar stadium just yesterday. Sure, they're not quite as big as the YMCA, who also hired me to do a website, on whom I also defaulted, but they're fairly big. I woke up this morning and decided to get this website done. It would only take a day of dedicated work.I've been up

in which...

2007-04-15T00:00:00.000+10:00

... I rediscover The Killers, achieve a new pinball high score and am deeply hurtI rediscovered The Killers, along with The Libertines, Franz Ferdinand and Ben Folds Five. All fantastic.I got TWO new pinball high scores today. Yesterday my high score was 5,514,750. Today I got 7,337,500 and then 10,215,750. I am the ubernerd.I am deeply hurt but why is too big a question. I'm just... hurt.I