Things that should have exploded!
...But didn't.
The can of deoderant that I left in my car in 35 degree heat for a good six hours.
It really should have exploded. I dont know how it didn't. When I picked up the can, it was hot enough to burn me.
Spooky. Don't forget when you leave things in your car!
Saturday night I went and saw Garden State.
It was a pretty damn good movie considering it was written, directed, had the music arranged and starred in by Zach Braff.
I also came to the conclusion that I think I am in love with Natalie Portman.
Other than that, I had work! It was not fun!
See you round folks.
Don't eat the yellow snow
Monday, November 29, 2004
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Oh fuck a monkey!
Thats right campers, that overly sarcastic post regarding my Forensics Exam can only mean one thing.
I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee till March.
Now wasn't that fun?
What will you do with all that time Nick? You may ask.
And I may answer "Probably masturbating"
But, although true, a more socially acceptable answer will be...
Working, Earning money, Playing Halo 2, Getting drunk, staying up late, sleeping in, setting off fireworks, lots of fun stuff!
Also on the list are : Several band practices
Another gig at Marty's to kick off the "Steamy summer of fun"
Songwriting.
Catching up with friends who I have forgotten what they look like.
Sounds like fun!
Hard?
Thats right campers, that overly sarcastic post regarding my Forensics Exam can only mean one thing.
I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee till March.
Now wasn't that fun?
What will you do with all that time Nick? You may ask.
And I may answer "Probably masturbating"
But, although true, a more socially acceptable answer will be...
Working, Earning money, Playing Halo 2, Getting drunk, staying up late, sleeping in, setting off fireworks, lots of fun stuff!
Also on the list are : Several band practices
Another gig at Marty's to kick off the "Steamy summer of fun"
Songwriting.
Catching up with friends who I have forgotten what they look like.
Sounds like fun!
Hard?
Welcome to Forensic Methods 1001 Exam 2004:
Time: 15 Minutes reading time plus 3 hours writing time.
Instructions:
1) This exam is in 4 sections. All sections are to be answered in the examination book provided.
2) This is an open book exam, you may bring in lecture notes, lab notes, funny pictures of your lecturer or the phone number of that girl you chatted up in a lab session, provided they are all contained within one book.
3) You are permitted a maximum of 1 textbook in this exam. A good choice would be a Chemistry or Forensics Textbook. Poorer choices would include European history or Paleobotany. It is however your call.
4) If you are caught with cheat notes down your pants, written on your arms, legs, hands, face or feet you will be ejected from this exam session and charged with misconduct resulting in your expulsion from the university. No doubt you will also be laughed out by your classmates because, this, as previously stated is AN OPEN BOOK EXAM. If you require cheatnotes on top of all your lecture notes, lab notes and a textbook, you are too dumb to be breathing and we request you stop immediately.
5)
The sections are as follows....
Section A is worth 34 marks and relates to the Drug and Pharmokinetics lectures.
If you have ever visited a doctor, taken medicine, been sick, studied any form of chemistry and have a reasonable grasp of logic, you will recieve full marks for this section.
Section B is worth 34 marks and relates to the Introduction to Forensic Science Lectures.
If you have ever seen an episode of CSI, Law and Order, Law and Order Criminal Intent, Law and Order SVU, Halifax fp, White Collar Blue, or any other crime/forensic television programme, documentary or movie, and paid it at least 50% of your attention, you will recieve full marks for this section.
Section C is worth 32 marks and relates to the Guest Seminars and Industrial Placements.
If you could not be screwed getting to Uni at 9am every Thursday morning, and discovering on some weeks that you rocked up for nothing and getting frustrated, you will not have lecture notes or any idea about what this section is on. It's OK. You are a forensics student, only the most dedicated show up at that hour, and are hence, probably not cut out for a career in forensics. If you use logic, you will bullshit your way through this section and recieve 80%.
The total is 100 marks and represents 25% of your total grade for FACH 1001.
Section D is worth 40 marks and relates to the laboratory sections and is worth 20% of your assessment for FACH 1001. If you were at every lab session (which you were, it's compulsory, you wouldn't be sitting the exam if you weren't) and have your lab notes with you, along with a BASIC understanding of Chemistry, Just try to fail this section. I dare you. It won't happen.
In accordance with the Science and Engineering FAculty Policy, a mark of 50% or over is required for marks to be counted.
But thats ok, You have passed the subject already, any marks you recieve for this exam are just gravy.
Time: 15 Minutes reading time plus 3 hours writing time.
Instructions:
1) This exam is in 4 sections. All sections are to be answered in the examination book provided.
2) This is an open book exam, you may bring in lecture notes, lab notes, funny pictures of your lecturer or the phone number of that girl you chatted up in a lab session, provided they are all contained within one book.
3) You are permitted a maximum of 1 textbook in this exam. A good choice would be a Chemistry or Forensics Textbook. Poorer choices would include European history or Paleobotany. It is however your call.
4) If you are caught with cheat notes down your pants, written on your arms, legs, hands, face or feet you will be ejected from this exam session and charged with misconduct resulting in your expulsion from the university. No doubt you will also be laughed out by your classmates because, this, as previously stated is AN OPEN BOOK EXAM. If you require cheatnotes on top of all your lecture notes, lab notes and a textbook, you are too dumb to be breathing and we request you stop immediately.
5)
The sections are as follows....
Section A is worth 34 marks and relates to the Drug and Pharmokinetics lectures.
If you have ever visited a doctor, taken medicine, been sick, studied any form of chemistry and have a reasonable grasp of logic, you will recieve full marks for this section.
Section B is worth 34 marks and relates to the Introduction to Forensic Science Lectures.
If you have ever seen an episode of CSI, Law and Order, Law and Order Criminal Intent, Law and Order SVU, Halifax fp, White Collar Blue, or any other crime/forensic television programme, documentary or movie, and paid it at least 50% of your attention, you will recieve full marks for this section.
Section C is worth 32 marks and relates to the Guest Seminars and Industrial Placements.
If you could not be screwed getting to Uni at 9am every Thursday morning, and discovering on some weeks that you rocked up for nothing and getting frustrated, you will not have lecture notes or any idea about what this section is on. It's OK. You are a forensics student, only the most dedicated show up at that hour, and are hence, probably not cut out for a career in forensics. If you use logic, you will bullshit your way through this section and recieve 80%.
The total is 100 marks and represents 25% of your total grade for FACH 1001.
Section D is worth 40 marks and relates to the laboratory sections and is worth 20% of your assessment for FACH 1001. If you were at every lab session (which you were, it's compulsory, you wouldn't be sitting the exam if you weren't) and have your lab notes with you, along with a BASIC understanding of Chemistry, Just try to fail this section. I dare you. It won't happen.
In accordance with the Science and Engineering FAculty Policy, a mark of 50% or over is required for marks to be counted.
But thats ok, You have passed the subject already, any marks you recieve for this exam are just gravy.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Intimations of Mortality.
I freeking love some Aussie TV. Top of my list at the moment are the re-runs of "White Collar Blue" and "The Secret Life of Us"
I was a closet "Secret Life" fan for a long time, though I stopped watching like Season three, because it got shitty. I always appreciated the honesty of it; it was fun to watch and depressingly honest at the same time. I always identified with Evan, possibly due to the strong internal monolouge he presents as part-time narrator. Also, due to the fact that he was a writer, and I respect that. Its something I lack the talent and courage to do. (It's still an idea I like to flirt with occasionally)
But the old re-runs are all good!
Props go out to today's episode. It is one of my favourites. It was damn well filmed.
The ep. is Intimations of Mortality, for those who don't know episodes by their titles, its the one where Sam dies. It accurately depicts the way that the typical Australian male deals with grief.
Getting Wasted.
In other news, Nick's exams finish at 5pm tomorrow. After that, he is working from 6-11. It bites ass. That means I can't get drunk till Thursday.
Bugger.
I freeking love some Aussie TV. Top of my list at the moment are the re-runs of "White Collar Blue" and "The Secret Life of Us"
I was a closet "Secret Life" fan for a long time, though I stopped watching like Season three, because it got shitty. I always appreciated the honesty of it; it was fun to watch and depressingly honest at the same time. I always identified with Evan, possibly due to the strong internal monolouge he presents as part-time narrator. Also, due to the fact that he was a writer, and I respect that. Its something I lack the talent and courage to do. (It's still an idea I like to flirt with occasionally)
But the old re-runs are all good!
Props go out to today's episode. It is one of my favourites. It was damn well filmed.
The ep. is Intimations of Mortality, for those who don't know episodes by their titles, its the one where Sam dies. It accurately depicts the way that the typical Australian male deals with grief.
Getting Wasted.
In other news, Nick's exams finish at 5pm tomorrow. After that, he is working from 6-11. It bites ass. That means I can't get drunk till Thursday.
Bugger.
Monday, November 22, 2004
Holy shit! I went to sleep, and when I woke up…
I know what you’re thinking,
“Jesus Christ, I went to sleep, and all of a sudden, there is a whole heap of stuff on “Don’t Eat the Yellow Snow!”
As per usual, Nick has pulled an all nighter, and has had nothing better to do than do various things to his blog.
Well, let me walk you through what’s been changed. We will start small…
-1-
Links have been updated. We have added a few new things, primarily I stuck them in for my own benefit, We have a Hotmail, and a Flinders Uni link, Ass. Manage Matt’s Diary can now be accessed and you can visit G’s blog (which is occasionally amusing). Also, Dutchy and Julia’s blog (Which I think has been deleted anyway) can no longer be accessed, Betty’s Stuff and Assorted things (which hadn’t been updated since late July) is also gone.
-2-
Music now has its own links section. At this stage it just contains “Writing” and “Listening” sub-sections, the implication being “Listening” is music I am listening to or viewing and “Writing” is music I am writing, set list, gig dates etc.
-3-
What’s that? 100 More useless facts about Nick? I think so!
-4-
I have decided in my infinite wisdom to link some of my writing up here.
Examine the extra “Fiction” links over to your left. It might be a good idea to visit the “Fiction Home” section first.
For those who don’t know, sometimes when I am bored, drunk, or grasped in the throes of insomnia, I write to relieve stress or be creative. Other times, I feel strengths of emotions that I just have to get down on paper before I lose them. Enjoy reading them if you are into that thing. Tell your friends.
I guess they are all short stories. Some are more like journal entries of events in my personal life that I had to write down to get my head around them.
Before each I will give you a little info about it. Maybe what inspired it, the time when I wrote it, and any other information I can give.
Think of it as a rebuttal for an angry question never asked.
Please, remember that I am not a professional writer, and most of these were done in the hours between
So sue me. I edited them as best I could. None of them are perfectly polished or ripe for publishing.
Also, it should be noted that a lot of these deal with reasonably depressing subjects (I think!) I don’t think of myself as a depressing person, I just theorise that if I am feeling happy, I will go out and be happy, it’s when I am depressed and alone and probably drunk that I feel the need to write, thus the darker undercurrents. I guess you could link some of the protagonists to me. I mean, as the writer, who better to base writing on than the person I know best?
There hasn’t been much short story writing this year, possibly because I have been using music as a creative outlet and have been quasi-writing songs instead of writing stories. Maybe I will be struck by inspiration once exams are done again.
Anyhow, enjoy! Any feedback can be addressed to me via email or tag boarding, or you know, talking to me directly. I would actually like to know what some of you think.
Unsurprisingly, it may take me some time before all these sections are complete. If there are any missing links, broken links or other assorted HTML fuck ups, please let me know.
Friday, November 19, 2004
Origami from Children's stories.
Everyone should definately go visit this site here.
That would be the official site of Adelaide band "Tokyo Story"
Featuring Cousin Tim on Acoustic guitar and vocals.
Yes, I am not the only musician in my family.
...
Admittedly, I am not even close to as successful as Cousin Tim and his band. *cries*
Give it time...
However, everyone; be looking out for their new EP: "Somehow Start Running" which is coming to selective and special music stores near you.
(It's an EP, its cheap, Only 8 dollars! Pick it up you bastards!)
And keep an ear out for their song "Shutterspeed" on Nova 91.9
(Listen online if you don't get Nova.)
If you are feeling particularly inspired, you can request it.
Also, you can see them live at Jive on Hindley street on December the 11th.
Good music, and I'll be there. Isn't that incentive enough?
Is that enough shameless plugging?
Everyone should definately go visit this site here.
That would be the official site of Adelaide band "Tokyo Story"
Featuring Cousin Tim on Acoustic guitar and vocals.
Yes, I am not the only musician in my family.
...
Admittedly, I am not even close to as successful as Cousin Tim and his band. *cries*
Give it time...
However, everyone; be looking out for their new EP: "Somehow Start Running" which is coming to selective and special music stores near you.
(It's an EP, its cheap, Only 8 dollars! Pick it up you bastards!)
And keep an ear out for their song "Shutterspeed" on Nova 91.9
(Listen online if you don't get Nova.)
If you are feeling particularly inspired, you can request it.
Also, you can see them live at Jive on Hindley street on December the 11th.
Good music, and I'll be there. Isn't that incentive enough?
Is that enough shameless plugging?
Call me crazy, but...
I don't know if any of the other bloggers out there actually do this, but is there anyone out there who will occasionally flip back and read their own entries? I do it all the time.
That in itself isnt weird, its like reliving two years of my own life that have been two of the most interesting years to date.
BUT occasionally, I will laugh at my own posts.
Or, I will forget that I wrote them and be like "Holy fuck, I can't believe I said that to people out there"
In other words, I am irreprably entertained by myself and my past rants and insanity.
Does that mean I am crazy?
Or is that just reinforcing everyones opinion that I am a schitzoid?
Curious.
Halfway through exams now, the 60% maths one on Monday was alright, and the 70% Chem one yesterday was pretty good as well.
I have two more to go, Bio (40%) on Monday and Forensics (25%) on Wednesday.
Then I'm done till March.
Sweet.
Everyone who is already on holidays; fuck you in the fucking ass with a pole! I hate you.
I dont mean that. I was just emotional. Forgive me?
Back to it then.
I don't know if any of the other bloggers out there actually do this, but is there anyone out there who will occasionally flip back and read their own entries? I do it all the time.
That in itself isnt weird, its like reliving two years of my own life that have been two of the most interesting years to date.
BUT occasionally, I will laugh at my own posts.
Or, I will forget that I wrote them and be like "Holy fuck, I can't believe I said that to people out there"
In other words, I am irreprably entertained by myself and my past rants and insanity.
Does that mean I am crazy?
Or is that just reinforcing everyones opinion that I am a schitzoid?
Curious.
Halfway through exams now, the 60% maths one on Monday was alright, and the 70% Chem one yesterday was pretty good as well.
I have two more to go, Bio (40%) on Monday and Forensics (25%) on Wednesday.
Then I'm done till March.
Sweet.
Everyone who is already on holidays; fuck you in the fucking ass with a pole! I hate you.
I dont mean that. I was just emotional. Forgive me?
Back to it then.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Tales from the bottom of a Pizza box.
Say what you like about pizza delivery. Sure, its not the most glamorous of all jobs and apparently anyone who is a driver is also a stoner and an eternal loser.
That's not entirely true.
So says Hollywood anyway.
Anyway, the one thing you can say about it is, at least it is interesting. I mean, you meet a lot of interesting people, and there are always stories to tell.
For starters, the general public should know, that the minute you open your door, you are being judged by the delivery dude.
If you are an asshole, it will be noted and bad things will happen to you, I mean; is it really a good idea to piss off the people who are going to be making and delivering things you are then going to eat?
I have had deliveries where the occupant, on recieving the pizzas, although only a few minutes late (if that) have incurred the wrath of the said occupant to the point where they think it is fun to stand and ream you out on the doorstep for 15 minutes before storming off to eat their pizza. I even had one asshole in this case who made a big show of placing a tip in my hand, looking at me for a minute, then screaming "NO TIP" in my face and snatching it back. I also had a case, where the pizzas (which were quoted for delivery at an hour) were delivered with at the 45 minute mark only to discover that the house was empty. While knocking on various doors and windows (And ringing the phone) a car pulled up with two guys in it who apparently wanted to conduct a citizens arrest, thinking that I was trying to break in. I convinced them to go away. Turned out the owners had decided to fuck off to get a different pizza, because an hour was too long to wait, but forgot to cancel their order to us.
Bastards.
If you are the general type who will just argue about the price, or try to change your order when it gets to the door; Fuck you. It's too late. What would you like me to do? Just run out to the pizza oven in my car and make you a new one? It can't be done. Eat your pizza and shut up.
Say what you like about pizza delivery. Sure, its not the most glamorous of all jobs and apparently anyone who is a driver is also a stoner and an eternal loser.
That's not entirely true.
So says Hollywood anyway.
Anyway, the one thing you can say about it is, at least it is interesting. I mean, you meet a lot of interesting people, and there are always stories to tell.
For starters, the general public should know, that the minute you open your door, you are being judged by the delivery dude.
If you are an asshole, it will be noted and bad things will happen to you, I mean; is it really a good idea to piss off the people who are going to be making and delivering things you are then going to eat?
I have had deliveries where the occupant, on recieving the pizzas, although only a few minutes late (if that) have incurred the wrath of the said occupant to the point where they think it is fun to stand and ream you out on the doorstep for 15 minutes before storming off to eat their pizza. I even had one asshole in this case who made a big show of placing a tip in my hand, looking at me for a minute, then screaming "NO TIP" in my face and snatching it back. I also had a case, where the pizzas (which were quoted for delivery at an hour) were delivered with at the 45 minute mark only to discover that the house was empty. While knocking on various doors and windows (And ringing the phone) a car pulled up with two guys in it who apparently wanted to conduct a citizens arrest, thinking that I was trying to break in. I convinced them to go away. Turned out the owners had decided to fuck off to get a different pizza, because an hour was too long to wait, but forgot to cancel their order to us.
Bastards.
If you are the general type who will just argue about the price, or try to change your order when it gets to the door; Fuck you. It's too late. What would you like me to do? Just run out to the pizza oven in my car and make you a new one? It can't be done. Eat your pizza and shut up.
Swearing at your driver will get you nowhere.
Psst. Buddy; the delivery driver has your name, address, telephone number and in some cases; credit card details. Be nice.
The legends of retribution for such treatment on behalf of the driver are well told, though you never know if any of it actually happened. Mailboxes blown up, general vandalism, and in one case, the rumor of a scorned driver returning to the scene and doing doughnuts on the occupant's lawn.
Of course, the drivers at our store are too nice for that. We will just write you up on the assholes list and you will get slower delivery next time you order.
On the other side of the coin, if you tip big or are just nice in general, you get preferential treatment. Also, since that pizza delivery is not a job you see many (if any) females in; If you are an attractive female, who answers the door in underwear/bathrobe/skimpy clothing this will definately be noted. You will go on the "Lookers" list, and drivers will fight over the right to deliver to you. Well done.
Also, I consider it my right to flirt with any customer. Wether it is because you are young and attractive or old and I'm bucking for a tip. You've been warned.
Psst. Buddy; the delivery driver has your name, address, telephone number and in some cases; credit card details. Be nice.
The legends of retribution for such treatment on behalf of the driver are well told, though you never know if any of it actually happened. Mailboxes blown up, general vandalism, and in one case, the rumor of a scorned driver returning to the scene and doing doughnuts on the occupant's lawn.
Of course, the drivers at our store are too nice for that. We will just write you up on the assholes list and you will get slower delivery next time you order.
On the other side of the coin, if you tip big or are just nice in general, you get preferential treatment. Also, since that pizza delivery is not a job you see many (if any) females in; If you are an attractive female, who answers the door in underwear/bathrobe/skimpy clothing this will definately be noted. You will go on the "Lookers" list, and drivers will fight over the right to deliver to you. Well done.
Also, I consider it my right to flirt with any customer. Wether it is because you are young and attractive or old and I'm bucking for a tip. You've been warned.
Inevitably on a Saturday night you get someone who is stoned. Stoned or drunk, but stoned is more likely.
Stoned people are funny for many reasons. The first is the WALL of pot smoke that will hit you as the door opens. The next is the fact that, sometimes they have forgotten that they ordered pizza. Then they will try to tip you with a hit from whatever they are smoking. This is funny.
Drunk people offer to tip you with booze. That is always fun. I can’t actually drink while on the job, but one of the other drivers has accepted a 6 pack of beer for delivery services.
Drunk people also tend to engage you in conversation for a while. Its fun
Also among other tips I have received hugs from drunken chicks are almost as good as money.
The interesting cases are always the fun ones.
We have a customer who is a permanent resident of a hotel; let’s call him Mr. Partridge (That’s what he gives his name as anyway) and he always has a weird order. Lots of the time it’s a “Hawaiian without sauce” which is pretty odd. Odder still, that when you make the delivery, an old lady will answer the door, while the mysterious Mr Partridge stands behind the door giving orders to the old woman. “Alright! Give him the money, now take the pizza!” etc like she was in the army. Stranger still, the money is always fairly close to exact change and it is wrapped in gladwrap. You don’t REALLY want to touch the money after that…
Two nights ago, I had to deliver four 1.25 litre bottles of Pepsi to Mr Partridge. It was specifically stated on the order that he wanted 4 1.25 litre bottles, wrapped in plastic. The total cost of this transaction? $2 per bottle, and $6 for the delivery charge for a total of $14. It should also be noted, that within 100 meters of this place of residence, there are numerous supermarkets, kiosks, convenience stores and servos, at which you could have picked up 5 litres of Pepsi for the princely sum of about $6.
Creepy.
The moral of the story is; it’s kinda fun to get to see all these interesting and weird people around.
I like it.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Nine is the new Twelve.
It never fails, every year round about September I start to get restless, by mid-to - late November, I am going out of my fucking skull with bizzare insanity.
I get itchy feet.
I want to travel, see the world, get the FUCK out of Adelaide.
I want to change my career, my study plans, my job.
I want to alter myself and move on to new things.
In other words, about the time that September rocks around, I am ready for a new year. To just be able to scratch the page clean and start fresh would be SUCH a blessing at this stage.
Inevitably this insane navel gazing falls right in the middle of end of year exams every time, so I don't study NEARLY as hard as I probably should.
Feeling stagnant is a really bad feeling.
I want to explode out of myself in every direction and live up to my full potential.
Friends will be testament to this, I make bizzare plans about how I'm going to do this or go there.
It never really happens though.
However, this is why I campaign for the year to be shortened by three months.
Nine months to a year is definately enough.
Of course, the footlong sub can remain at 12 inches long. Just because I love you.
It never fails, every year round about September I start to get restless, by mid-to - late November, I am going out of my fucking skull with bizzare insanity.
I get itchy feet.
I want to travel, see the world, get the FUCK out of Adelaide.
I want to change my career, my study plans, my job.
I want to alter myself and move on to new things.
In other words, about the time that September rocks around, I am ready for a new year. To just be able to scratch the page clean and start fresh would be SUCH a blessing at this stage.
Inevitably this insane navel gazing falls right in the middle of end of year exams every time, so I don't study NEARLY as hard as I probably should.
Feeling stagnant is a really bad feeling.
I want to explode out of myself in every direction and live up to my full potential.
Friends will be testament to this, I make bizzare plans about how I'm going to do this or go there.
It never really happens though.
However, this is why I campaign for the year to be shortened by three months.
Nine months to a year is definately enough.
Of course, the footlong sub can remain at 12 inches long. Just because I love you.
Holy Crap My Neighbourhood is on fire!
No really, about 200 meters away from my house there is smoke and I can actually see fucking flames. They are like burning round through the bush and stuff.
Jesus.
I think it might be a backburn. But you never can be sure...
Ill let you know if I get set on fire and die.
No really, about 200 meters away from my house there is smoke and I can actually see fucking flames. They are like burning round through the bush and stuff.
Jesus.
I think it might be a backburn. But you never can be sure...
Ill let you know if I get set on fire and die.
Sunday, November 14, 2004
I have a problem...
I cannot access the student information server at uni.
This means that I don't actually know WHERE my maths exam for tomorrow is.
I know WHEN it is, I just don't know which of the two possible locations that it is at.
PAIN IN MY ASS.
I hate computers sometimes.
I cannot access the student information server at uni.
This means that I don't actually know WHERE my maths exam for tomorrow is.
I know WHEN it is, I just don't know which of the two possible locations that it is at.
PAIN IN MY ASS.
I hate computers sometimes.
Friday, November 12, 2004
WOW! That template was craptacular!
In celebration of the second birthday of this blog, I went searching for some nostalgic crap, but imagine my horror to realise THIS was still up in webspace.
Yes, that is where we lived for the first few months, right up until I decided that the colours were burning my retina. Also, I learnt how to code a little better, and hence customised the other templates some.
Does that make you happy in the pants?
Everyone loves a trip down memory lane.
*sighs nostalgically*
In celebration of the second birthday of this blog, I went searching for some nostalgic crap, but imagine my horror to realise THIS was still up in webspace.
Yes, that is where we lived for the first few months, right up until I decided that the colours were burning my retina. Also, I learnt how to code a little better, and hence customised the other templates some.
Does that make you happy in the pants?
Everyone loves a trip down memory lane.
*sighs nostalgically*
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Its fairly convoluted but...
Its that time of year again kids! Dont Eat the Yellow Snow turns two!
If you want an honest opinion, the blog was born somewhere between 10pm November 11 and 4am November 12.
So, Happy Birthday Dont Eat the Yellow Snow!
Thats right campers, there are now two (count 'em, 2) full years of Nick related mishaps.
The highs, the lows, the laughs, the love, the yelling, the stress and the occasional random pockets of insanity.
Its all here. Two years worth.
Here! Have some usage statistics!
Good LORD that is a lot of crap!
And now it is time to eat dinner.
Its that time of year again kids! Dont Eat the Yellow Snow turns two!
If you want an honest opinion, the blog was born somewhere between 10pm November 11 and 4am November 12.
So, Happy Birthday Dont Eat the Yellow Snow!
Thats right campers, there are now two (count 'em, 2) full years of Nick related mishaps.
The highs, the lows, the laughs, the love, the yelling, the stress and the occasional random pockets of insanity.
Its all here. Two years worth.
Here! Have some usage statistics!
| On Blogger Since | November 2002 |
|---|---|
| Recent Posts | 16 |
| Avg Posts Per Week | 5 |
| Posts Written | 586 |
| Words Written | 140,993 |
| Outbound Links | 102 |
| Profile Views | 160 |
Good LORD that is a lot of crap!
And now it is time to eat dinner.
Halo: Part Deux
Yes, I finished Halo 2 (Or, as I have now christened it, Halo : Part Deux)
Did it in normal in just over 24 hours realtime,(4pm Nov. 9th -1am Nov. 11th) dunno how much gametime.
I fear that this confirms me as a scary little geek.
I could probably have done it faster if I stopped everything completely and just played it straight through, unfortunately, I had to sleep and study and work (What with exams now fast approaching I need to be well rested and learned-ed)
I plan to hit it again in legendary after my exams are over.
And of course, we will be wanting some huge multiplayer action.
Eh, It was better than Halo, but not the best FPS that I have ever played. Ending was kinda dissapointing.
Of course, noone buys Halo for its fantastic storyline and brain melting single player campaigns.
Its the unlimited multiplayer capabilities.
I look forward to it.
Yes, I finished Halo 2 (Or, as I have now christened it, Halo : Part Deux)
Did it in normal in just over 24 hours realtime,(4pm Nov. 9th -1am Nov. 11th) dunno how much gametime.
I fear that this confirms me as a scary little geek.
I could probably have done it faster if I stopped everything completely and just played it straight through, unfortunately, I had to sleep and study and work (What with exams now fast approaching I need to be well rested and learned-ed)
I plan to hit it again in legendary after my exams are over.
And of course, we will be wanting some huge multiplayer action.
Eh, It was better than Halo, but not the best FPS that I have ever played. Ending was kinda dissapointing.
Of course, noone buys Halo for its fantastic storyline and brain melting single player campaigns.
Its the unlimited multiplayer capabilities.
I look forward to it.
We Will Remember Them.
Rememberance Day.
We lost some damn good men and women in multiple wars and conflicts.
*hats off*
Rest in peace guys.
Rememberance Day.
We lost some damn good men and women in multiple wars and conflicts.
*hats off*
Rest in peace guys.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Did I give you permission to bitch marine?
Yes, today was the day we were all waiting for.
Halo 2 Day.
I had initially planned to get it the night before, or at least get up at 8:30 and get it as soon as the stores opened, but noooooooooooooooo my car had to go and break down. In the end I wound up walking about half-way to Marion before I caught the bus, picking up my game, then walking about halfway out from Marion and then catching the bus again.
On a tangent:
Who gave bus drivers the absolute right to be super fucktards with regards to change? It is apparently "Give me exact money or get the fuck off my Bus" for most drivers.
Don't even THINK of trying to pay with a note, because you will get killed, followed by dirty dirty looks by all of the other passengers.
Basically speaking, I tried to pay with a fiver (as it was the smallest denomination that I had) and lord high bus fag decided to tell me that either I give him exact monies or get off his bus.
Asshole.
And we wonder why busses are so uncomfortable.
Most of the time nobody talks and its silent and uncomfortable and...
But I digress...
Anyway, I sat down and played some HARDCORE HALO 2.
And, its good. I'm not saying it is like "The second coming of gaming" as some people have been making it out to be, but it is damn good. It isnt the God of all FPS.
But they improved upon the original by no end, and isn't that the goal?
Everything that was loved about the first Halo and more.
Though I suspect some of the stuff in the game was borrowed heavily from "Starship Troopers".
(eg: Gamer's note: The scarab right in level one? Like identical dudes!)
Anyway, It like sex, but better because I can play it as much as I want with up to 16 players.
But yes, I will be playing this game for many moons. I can see it now.
Oh, Caroline is back up again too. Fast turn around this time. She needed a new radiator. Big crack in the old one. But that's replaced, and it looks like we are all good.
Now considering that the only two parts of my car that are over 12 months old are the chassis and the transmission, I should be ok until my transmission decides to fail.
Can't talk. Busy Gaming.
Yes, today was the day we were all waiting for.
Halo 2 Day.
I had initially planned to get it the night before, or at least get up at 8:30 and get it as soon as the stores opened, but noooooooooooooooo my car had to go and break down. In the end I wound up walking about half-way to Marion before I caught the bus, picking up my game, then walking about halfway out from Marion and then catching the bus again.
On a tangent:
Who gave bus drivers the absolute right to be super fucktards with regards to change? It is apparently "Give me exact money or get the fuck off my Bus" for most drivers.
Don't even THINK of trying to pay with a note, because you will get killed, followed by dirty dirty looks by all of the other passengers.
Basically speaking, I tried to pay with a fiver (as it was the smallest denomination that I had) and lord high bus fag decided to tell me that either I give him exact monies or get off his bus.
Asshole.
And we wonder why busses are so uncomfortable.
Most of the time nobody talks and its silent and uncomfortable and...
But I digress...
Anyway, I sat down and played some HARDCORE HALO 2.
And, its good. I'm not saying it is like "The second coming of gaming" as some people have been making it out to be, but it is damn good. It isnt the God of all FPS.
But they improved upon the original by no end, and isn't that the goal?
Everything that was loved about the first Halo and more.
Though I suspect some of the stuff in the game was borrowed heavily from "Starship Troopers".
(eg: Gamer's note: The scarab right in level one? Like identical dudes!)
Anyway, It like sex, but better because I can play it as much as I want with up to 16 players.
But yes, I will be playing this game for many moons. I can see it now.
Oh, Caroline is back up again too. Fast turn around this time. She needed a new radiator. Big crack in the old one. But that's replaced, and it looks like we are all good.
Now considering that the only two parts of my car that are over 12 months old are the chassis and the transmission, I should be ok until my transmission decides to fail.
Can't talk. Busy Gaming.
Monday, November 08, 2004
Sweeeeeeeeeeet Caroline
BUH BUH BUUHHHHHHHHHHHH
Thats right campers. Nick's car has done it again.
This time I was driving home from work (THANK CHRIST she didn't play up while I was working again) and was rewarded with a full heat gauge, red engine lights and smoke billowing from under the hood. This time, Nick diagnosed the problem. Since there was coolant EVERYWHERE, I suggested I had either a hole in my radiator, or one of the hoses. After checking the hoses in the FREEKING FREEZING COLD (It really was fucking freezing tonight kids) I concluded that there was probably some hole inside the radiator that I couldn't see.
What followed was another fantastic call to the roadside assistance.
Basically you ring them up, they take all your details, and send out a guy to tell you the EXACT SAME THING you just told them. I can see how they are useful for people who have no idea. Technically I have no idea, but I have a very basic understanding of how engines work, enough to know that if you pop the hood, and there is coolant everywhere, its probably a radiator problem. (This is the part where all the real mech-heads tell me the trillion other things that could be wrong, but this time I was right, SO SHUT THE HELL UP!)
What followed was another trip on the back of the tow truck for Caroline, and what is probably going to be another large wad ripped out of my bank account.
On another sad note, this means my copy of Halo 2 will be sitting instore, waiting for me to collect it for possibly another day or two.
That makes me sad in the pants.
BUH BUH BUUHHHHHHHHHHHH
Thats right campers. Nick's car has done it again.
This time I was driving home from work (THANK CHRIST she didn't play up while I was working again) and was rewarded with a full heat gauge, red engine lights and smoke billowing from under the hood. This time, Nick diagnosed the problem. Since there was coolant EVERYWHERE, I suggested I had either a hole in my radiator, or one of the hoses. After checking the hoses in the FREEKING FREEZING COLD (It really was fucking freezing tonight kids) I concluded that there was probably some hole inside the radiator that I couldn't see.
What followed was another fantastic call to the roadside assistance.
Basically you ring them up, they take all your details, and send out a guy to tell you the EXACT SAME THING you just told them. I can see how they are useful for people who have no idea. Technically I have no idea, but I have a very basic understanding of how engines work, enough to know that if you pop the hood, and there is coolant everywhere, its probably a radiator problem. (This is the part where all the real mech-heads tell me the trillion other things that could be wrong, but this time I was right, SO SHUT THE HELL UP!)
What followed was another trip on the back of the tow truck for Caroline, and what is probably going to be another large wad ripped out of my bank account.
On another sad note, this means my copy of Halo 2 will be sitting instore, waiting for me to collect it for possibly another day or two.
That makes me sad in the pants.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Nick's Leftist Rant
(Not what you political types are thinking)
I'm particularly bitter today at the fact I am persecuted for being a left hander.
We are a forgotten minority.
Even God hates us.
Its in the damn Bible for crying out loud!
Observe:
Matthew 25: 33-46
"and he will place the sheep at his right hand, but the goats at the left. 34 Then the King will say to those of the right hand, 'Come, O blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world; 35 for I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, 36 I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.' 37 Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see thee hungry and feed thee, or thirsty and give thee drink? 38 And when did we see thee a stranger and welcome thee, or naked and clothe thee? 39 And when did we see thee sick or in prison and visit thee?' 40 And the King will answer them, 'Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brethren, you did it to me.' 41 Then he will say to those of the left hand, 'Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels; 42 for I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me no drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not clothe me, sick and in prison and you did not visit me.' 44 Then they also will answer, 'Lord, when did we see thee hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to thee?' 45 Then he will answer them, 'Truly, I say to you, as you did it not to one of the least of these, you did it not to me.' 46 And they will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life."
You can read the whole thing, But I highlighted the pertinent passages for you.
God hates left handers.
They burned us for being witches, just cause the bible said so.
We die earlier, suffer more industrial, work related and automobile accidents.
But the MAIN reason for this huge rant, Is because respected guitar company Maton (Who make fine fine quality instruments) and every other guitar manufacturer charge me somewhere north of 10% extra to get a left handed guitar.
Nick cries discrimination.
That's an extra $189 on the newish guitar that I plan to buy.
That's a hell of a lot.
Left handed guitarists of the world unite!
Dyslexic people of the world untie!
I'm done now.
(Not what you political types are thinking)
I'm particularly bitter today at the fact I am persecuted for being a left hander.
We are a forgotten minority.
Even God hates us.
Its in the damn Bible for crying out loud!
Observe:
Matthew 25: 33-46
"and he will place the sheep at his right hand, but the goats at the left. 34 Then the King will say to those of the right hand, 'Come, O blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world; 35 for I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, 36 I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.' 37 Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see thee hungry and feed thee, or thirsty and give thee drink? 38 And when did we see thee a stranger and welcome thee, or naked and clothe thee? 39 And when did we see thee sick or in prison and visit thee?' 40 And the King will answer them, 'Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brethren, you did it to me.' 41 Then he will say to those of the left hand, 'Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels; 42 for I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me no drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not clothe me, sick and in prison and you did not visit me.' 44 Then they also will answer, 'Lord, when did we see thee hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to thee?' 45 Then he will answer them, 'Truly, I say to you, as you did it not to one of the least of these, you did it not to me.' 46 And they will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life."
You can read the whole thing, But I highlighted the pertinent passages for you.
God hates left handers.
They burned us for being witches, just cause the bible said so.
We die earlier, suffer more industrial, work related and automobile accidents.
But the MAIN reason for this huge rant, Is because respected guitar company Maton (Who make fine fine quality instruments) and every other guitar manufacturer charge me somewhere north of 10% extra to get a left handed guitar.
Nick cries discrimination.
That's an extra $189 on the newish guitar that I plan to buy.
That's a hell of a lot.
Left handed guitarists of the world unite!
Dyslexic people of the world untie!
I'm done now.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Monday, November 01, 2004
And now the not so garbled version...
So yeah, Now that I am not in so much of a hurry, lets go over this slower.
So,
To make up the money that I had to spend on the car, I picked up a couple of extra shifts this week. In other words, I worked Friday, Saturday, Sunday night shifts, I am working tonight's night shift, and then I am working the Tuesday Arvo, "Melbourne Cup" shift and then the Tuesday night shift.
Uber-fun!
At least it means I should have a bit more cash to throw around later.
Saturday night after work, Marty rocked up, I went with him to watch some good ol'' fashioned American football.
Marty was obligated, His girlfriend Bec (and her twin sister) are cheerleaders for one of the teams playing.
For most part it was alright. It does tend to get a little boring when noone is scoring. (Read into that sentence as you wish)
The thing about that sort of game is, there are about 6 seconds of play, followed by 5 minutes of inactivity. So, You look at the game clock and see that there are 11 seconds left in the half, and then look back 5 minutes later and see that there are now 5 seconds left in the half.
Slight boredom non-withstanding, It was good to go and do something a little different for a change.
Afterwards Marty and Bec and the players and other cheerleaders were going to head into town, I couldn't be screwed. I was planning on heading home, but in the end, decided that since I was OUT at whoop whoop (The stadium was just off Grand Junction Road, About an hours drive from where I live), I might as well drop past my uncle's 70th Birthday party. (They live about 3 minutes away from the stadium)
Ran past, Found lots and lots of drunk old people.
My uncle (My mother's sister's husband) is pretty damn cool considering. Tacky as it sounds, you wouldn't say that he was 70. He was married once before, and has kids and stuff, so they were all there. (His daughter is 46). Spent most of the small amount of time I was there talking to my cousin and eating cake. (My Aunt makes ROCKING cakes).
I have little more to say (And am over using parenthesis)
Plus, I have some study to do.
I hate study.
So yeah, Now that I am not in so much of a hurry, lets go over this slower.
So,
To make up the money that I had to spend on the car, I picked up a couple of extra shifts this week. In other words, I worked Friday, Saturday, Sunday night shifts, I am working tonight's night shift, and then I am working the Tuesday Arvo, "Melbourne Cup" shift and then the Tuesday night shift.
Uber-fun!
At least it means I should have a bit more cash to throw around later.
Saturday night after work, Marty rocked up, I went with him to watch some good ol'' fashioned American football.
Marty was obligated, His girlfriend Bec (and her twin sister) are cheerleaders for one of the teams playing.
For most part it was alright. It does tend to get a little boring when noone is scoring. (Read into that sentence as you wish)
The thing about that sort of game is, there are about 6 seconds of play, followed by 5 minutes of inactivity. So, You look at the game clock and see that there are 11 seconds left in the half, and then look back 5 minutes later and see that there are now 5 seconds left in the half.
Slight boredom non-withstanding, It was good to go and do something a little different for a change.
Afterwards Marty and Bec and the players and other cheerleaders were going to head into town, I couldn't be screwed. I was planning on heading home, but in the end, decided that since I was OUT at whoop whoop (The stadium was just off Grand Junction Road, About an hours drive from where I live), I might as well drop past my uncle's 70th Birthday party. (They live about 3 minutes away from the stadium)
Ran past, Found lots and lots of drunk old people.
My uncle (My mother's sister's husband) is pretty damn cool considering. Tacky as it sounds, you wouldn't say that he was 70. He was married once before, and has kids and stuff, so they were all there. (His daughter is 46). Spent most of the small amount of time I was there talking to my cousin and eating cake. (My Aunt makes ROCKING cakes).
I have little more to say (And am over using parenthesis)
Plus, I have some study to do.
I hate study.