Just heard that Michael King and his wife died yesterday in a car crash. Sad news, very sad... I have yet to read The Penguin History of New Zealand (have to wrest it from my father first) but everyone I know who has looked into it has had great things to say.
Dammit, why is it that these people of great talent are dying on us but the morons keep trundling on? There ain't no justice...
(thanks to Michelle for the news and the links)
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
end of an era
Last day of work is now over! No more fish for the fishboy. Better get a new nickname I guess.
Feeling happy/sad about it all. But no time to ponder as I must now go to the pub and get trashed! Yeehaa!!
Feeling happy/sad about it all. But no time to ponder as I must now go to the pub and get trashed! Yeehaa!!
Saturday, March 27, 2004
gin baaaad...
Apologies to my faithful fans (and all my other imaginary friends...) for the lack of output lately. I plead extreme busyness, coupled with the fact that I've actually been getting some sleep lately which has cut into my computer time severely. Though on the whole I'm liking not being a insomniacal zombie for a while.
I would post something now but I'm still suffering from one of the worst hangovers of recent years, hence the title to this post. I can't believe how much I drank last night, and I still have absolutely no idea when I went to bed. Probably around 4:30am I estimate from others' recollections.
Had to come home from work too - my 3rd to last day too! Oops. I won't go into the details of the regurgitations, suffice to say they were copious, frequent and excruciating. Still feeling less than human so I'm off back to bed. Got to work in the morning, aarrgghh...
Never again.
I would post something now but I'm still suffering from one of the worst hangovers of recent years, hence the title to this post. I can't believe how much I drank last night, and I still have absolutely no idea when I went to bed. Probably around 4:30am I estimate from others' recollections.
Had to come home from work too - my 3rd to last day too! Oops. I won't go into the details of the regurgitations, suffice to say they were copious, frequent and excruciating. Still feeling less than human so I'm off back to bed. Got to work in the morning, aarrgghh...
Never again.
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
1 week to go...
Till I finish the job at least, 3 1/2 till out of the country. Apologies for the lack of bloggage but I've been out of my mind. Fortunately Dave came back yesterday and said "do you want to take tomorrow off?" to which I replied "GIBBER! EEK EEK!! GIBBERGIBBERGIBBER!!!!". Which he correctly interpreted as "yes please, that would be smashing".
I've go to get on and pack up some more of the 1000-odd books I have and stress more about getting rid of the rest of my crap. But here're a few links and notes I'd made over the last wee while, sorry that I haven't recalled what lead me to them, props to those who pointed me that way.
The random chicken generator. I don't know why I like this but I do. I don't even have that much of an affinity with chooks, more of a duck person really. I mean I even ate my uni behavioural experiment chicken (Chicken McNugget he was prophetically called. Does this make me a bad person? I did keep him for a couple of years before chowing down, he was just getting to big and loud. Yes I guess I'm evil...)
The Antique Vibrator Museum. Oh. My. God. I mean, what's with the "Type K"? It looks like a kitchen implement!
From the Surrealist Complement Generator. Your eyelids reflect and refract the turgid limnations of an eel trapped in the flickering paralyisis of Chaplin's cinematography. Oh! I'm going all giddy! :-)
Fuck the RIAA.
We all smoked way too much. If you took all the shit we smoked in just one year and rolled it into one big joint, it would be so much larger than the biggest joint you've ever seen that you'd need to smoke two really big joints just to deal with the concept of its incredible bigness.
- A random quote that comes from I know not where but was found written in one of my old note books, of which I have far too many. If anyone has any idea who said that I'd love to know. Maybe it was me, I've no idea...
And my favorite bumper sticker:
TV is to news what bumper stickers are to philosophy.
I've go to get on and pack up some more of the 1000-odd books I have and stress more about getting rid of the rest of my crap. But here're a few links and notes I'd made over the last wee while, sorry that I haven't recalled what lead me to them, props to those who pointed me that way.
The random chicken generator. I don't know why I like this but I do. I don't even have that much of an affinity with chooks, more of a duck person really. I mean I even ate my uni behavioural experiment chicken (Chicken McNugget he was prophetically called. Does this make me a bad person? I did keep him for a couple of years before chowing down, he was just getting to big and loud. Yes I guess I'm evil...)
The Antique Vibrator Museum. Oh. My. God. I mean, what's with the "Type K"? It looks like a kitchen implement!
From the Surrealist Complement Generator. Your eyelids reflect and refract the turgid limnations of an eel trapped in the flickering paralyisis of Chaplin's cinematography. Oh! I'm going all giddy! :-)
Fuck the RIAA.
We all smoked way too much. If you took all the shit we smoked in just one year and rolled it into one big joint, it would be so much larger than the biggest joint you've ever seen that you'd need to smoke two really big joints just to deal with the concept of its incredible bigness.
- A random quote that comes from I know not where but was found written in one of my old note books, of which I have far too many. If anyone has any idea who said that I'd love to know. Maybe it was me, I've no idea...
And my favorite bumper sticker:
TV is to news what bumper stickers are to philosophy.
Saturday, March 20, 2004
drugged up ranting
Yup, still awake. Even codeine can't take me down. Feelin pretty damn good tho! :)
Well I've been working for 14 days straight now and I've got 7 more before my next day off, all of which is pretty sucky. On top of heavy duty insomnia there's nothing quite like day-in day-out mindless grind with no relief to crush your spirit and break your will to live...
But on the plus side - I've now got only 10 days till I finish! Yeeeehaaaaaaa!!!
And 4 weeks from tomorrow I leave for the big smoke that is Sydney, to seek my fortune, find true love and avoid another goddamn Christchurch winter. Also yay!
Bugger. I had more I wanted to say but my mind's sedate (thanks Shihad). Back to bed now. Nighty night
Well I've been working for 14 days straight now and I've got 7 more before my next day off, all of which is pretty sucky. On top of heavy duty insomnia there's nothing quite like day-in day-out mindless grind with no relief to crush your spirit and break your will to live...
But on the plus side - I've now got only 10 days till I finish! Yeeeehaaaaaaa!!!
And 4 weeks from tomorrow I leave for the big smoke that is Sydney, to seek my fortune, find true love and avoid another goddamn Christchurch winter. Also yay!
Bugger. I had more I wanted to say but my mind's sedate (thanks Shihad). Back to bed now. Nighty night
drugs - a pointless ramble you'd be better off avoiding
Not the fun kind I'm afraid. I wasn't going to blog tonight, trying to sleep and all that, but I've taken a couple of pills I wasn't intending to. Oops.
I've got a bit (galumphingly large, really) of toothache at the moment. Got punched in the mouth at karate the other day (thanks Eddie!) and my front tooth is not in a good way. It's the same tooth that I had knocked around by Ra a few years ago (drunken playfight outside the dux, don't ask) and that time it took about 10 months to settle down enough that I was able to eat an apple without cutting it up first... So I'm probably looking at a similar length of time again, dammit. Ah well, my own fault - hadn't sparred for a couple of months and I was definately leading with my face. Lesson learnt.
But in any case it's been giving me a little pain. I'm a funny one when it comes to drugs: I don't really like to take painkillers much, I figure that my body is producing the pain as a reaction to something therefore to take the pain away interfers with the body's ability to deal with whatever (ok, probably doesn't make sense but there's reasons for that that I'll come to). Mostly the pain that I've encountered has been from physical injuries at karate (or drunken foolishness) so the pain is a good thing - stops me from doing that thing again (whatever it was) or teaches me to avoid letting someone else hurt me. Pain has a purpose (just to clarify: this theory applies to myself, not anyone else - when teaching karate I don't tend to inflict pain to teach a lesson unless all other avenues have been exhausted)
On top of the tooth-ache I'm house- and cat-sittling for my folks for a couple of days and their two Abyssinian kittens, while lovely and absolutely gorgeous, are a handful and very active - going wild every 30 mins or so. The little buggers woke me up last night when I'd finally managed to haul in some zzzzs. I wasn't impressed. And one of them made a break for freedom in the morning, and nothing I did would persuade her to come in, I was 30 min late for work but still hadn't re-captured the little sod. Had to come home twice during the day before catching the slippery wee devil...
So this evening I'd had enough. I was around at Mark & Kirsty's for dinner and in a grumpy mood, so rather than be a sulk I had a couple of panadol which did the trick for a while. Had a fun evening. Just got home a wee while ago and was feeling the painkillers wear off so though I'd have some more to help with the sleep process (ha! fat chance, but hope springs eternal...). Unfortunately I didn't look properly at the packet prior to ingesting the pills and have since found that I downed a couple of extra strength panadine. I'm now beginning to feel the codeine come on, my fingers are getting all funny feling and I'm nicely light-headed. Getting a bit weird now, better go lie down.
I think I'll be sleeping well tonight! I just hope I wake up for work in the morning...
I've got a bit (galumphingly large, really) of toothache at the moment. Got punched in the mouth at karate the other day (thanks Eddie!) and my front tooth is not in a good way. It's the same tooth that I had knocked around by Ra a few years ago (drunken playfight outside the dux, don't ask) and that time it took about 10 months to settle down enough that I was able to eat an apple without cutting it up first... So I'm probably looking at a similar length of time again, dammit. Ah well, my own fault - hadn't sparred for a couple of months and I was definately leading with my face. Lesson learnt.
But in any case it's been giving me a little pain. I'm a funny one when it comes to drugs: I don't really like to take painkillers much, I figure that my body is producing the pain as a reaction to something therefore to take the pain away interfers with the body's ability to deal with whatever (ok, probably doesn't make sense but there's reasons for that that I'll come to). Mostly the pain that I've encountered has been from physical injuries at karate (or drunken foolishness) so the pain is a good thing - stops me from doing that thing again (whatever it was) or teaches me to avoid letting someone else hurt me. Pain has a purpose (just to clarify: this theory applies to myself, not anyone else - when teaching karate I don't tend to inflict pain to teach a lesson unless all other avenues have been exhausted)
On top of the tooth-ache I'm house- and cat-sittling for my folks for a couple of days and their two Abyssinian kittens, while lovely and absolutely gorgeous, are a handful and very active - going wild every 30 mins or so. The little buggers woke me up last night when I'd finally managed to haul in some zzzzs. I wasn't impressed. And one of them made a break for freedom in the morning, and nothing I did would persuade her to come in, I was 30 min late for work but still hadn't re-captured the little sod. Had to come home twice during the day before catching the slippery wee devil...
So this evening I'd had enough. I was around at Mark & Kirsty's for dinner and in a grumpy mood, so rather than be a sulk I had a couple of panadol which did the trick for a while. Had a fun evening. Just got home a wee while ago and was feeling the painkillers wear off so though I'd have some more to help with the sleep process (ha! fat chance, but hope springs eternal...). Unfortunately I didn't look properly at the packet prior to ingesting the pills and have since found that I downed a couple of extra strength panadine. I'm now beginning to feel the codeine come on, my fingers are getting all funny feling and I'm nicely light-headed. Getting a bit weird now, better go lie down.
I think I'll be sleeping well tonight! I just hope I wake up for work in the morning...
Thursday, March 18, 2004
ghosties
Ooo, I think I just saw a ghost! Anyone who knows me will know the uber-skeptic that I am and that I really don't believe in any netherworldly stuff or ectoplasmic crap (that's a great name for a band btw) but I'm a tad perplexed at this one.
Came home 20 mins ago and parked up in the carpark out back, as I was coming inside I glanced up at the back window of my flat (Stephen the Whinging Pom's room) and saw a head moving past the window in the dark. Thought "oh no, Stephen's home, am I going to have to argue with him about the shopping bill?" and was pleasantly surprised to find his door closed and therefore assumed he'd gone to bed. So I log on to check my mail and 5 mins later Stephen comes home... He's been out in Lyttleton all evening and I know he couldn't have snuck in (since he's about as lightfooted as a concrete elephant), there's no-one else in or awake, the house has been silent since I got here.
Now it takes a lot to creep me out (apart from spiders of course, they give me the heebs...) but I found that genuinely unsettling.
Came home 20 mins ago and parked up in the carpark out back, as I was coming inside I glanced up at the back window of my flat (Stephen the Whinging Pom's room) and saw a head moving past the window in the dark. Thought "oh no, Stephen's home, am I going to have to argue with him about the shopping bill?" and was pleasantly surprised to find his door closed and therefore assumed he'd gone to bed. So I log on to check my mail and 5 mins later Stephen comes home... He's been out in Lyttleton all evening and I know he couldn't have snuck in (since he's about as lightfooted as a concrete elephant), there's no-one else in or awake, the house has been silent since I got here.
Now it takes a lot to creep me out (apart from spiders of course, they give me the heebs...) but I found that genuinely unsettling.
RIP
Martin Emond is dead. The name won't mean much to most of you (although I hope it does) but he was a huge figure in the NZ comics community and had a great deal of respect internationally for his (prolific) work. I never met him directly (went to a party where he was pointed out to my by a comic/graphic geek friend) but I've seen his stuff and I like it. Sad news.
(thanks to Peter M for the link and confirming the news)
(thanks to Peter M for the link and confirming the news)
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
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