good sport

So I watched some of the Wimbledon tennis last night. For perhaps the first time I watched a whole game of ladies singles (love that they still call them "ladies'" and "gentlemen's", how quaint!), and for the first time I wasn't just watching for the skimpy skirts and cute wee gasps they make when hitting the ball. Honest!

Although it was Maria Sharapova playing. Rrraouw... I know, I know - she's built up in the media as the next Anna Kournikova but I think the difference between them is that Sharapova actually has some talent. As well as a neck & shoulders you'd just want to drip maple syrup all over then lick it off...

*ahem*

Anyway. It was a good match - by no means excellent, but the last set was a pretty impressive display of firepower. There were too many unforced errors from Sharapova, despite the fact she is/can be a better player than Sugiyama (who was amazingly quick around the court and much more cool-headed). She's through to the next round so I'm happy. Although she gets to face Lindsay Davenport next, and she's a formidable player.

Other news from abroad yesterday was that my karate campadres all achieved their gradings in Florida over the weekend. My bro and Dazza both got 3rd Dan and Frazer went to 4th. Yay for the Yoshukai boys! Hope they're not too hungover...

Oh god, look at me - yapping away about the tennis with only an afterthought to the real man's sport of beating the crap out of people. I've been in Sydney only a couple of months and already the metrosexual disease is setting in...

yoshukai mascot?

On a lighter note
 

This is my sensei's beloved pug, Brains. Oh yes, Frazer is a badass karate dude with a hook-kick that can take yer head clean off. So you don't make fun of his dog. Nuh-huh.

i'm going slightly mad

Not feeling the best at the moment. Ennui coupled with a general malaise. Had a migrane on Saturday which has made me a little tender and out of sorts...

Listening to Eddie Izzard at the moment which helps a bit.

I'm a bit pissed off and sad about not going to a couple of events elsewhere in the world. Firstly there was the big par-tay in Chch this weekend for a trio of my friends' (of whom Kurly was one) 30th birthdays (happy birthday again babe!).

Secondly my brother, sensei, and a bunch of other black belts are in Florida for Summer Camp at the moment, getting kicked around by the big guys. Frazer and my bro are both grading so I hope all went well! Actually they'll have finished and are probably very drunk right now whatever the outcome. And possibly bruised too...

Haven't managed any serious karate since they left (only 10 days ago) which is certainly adding to my feelings of unrightness.

Only managed to leave the house once today. I think I may be somewhat agoraphobic. Well, not actually afraid of open spaces, it's the people in them I don't like much. Hang on... *Googles for appropriate phobia*. It could be Enochlophobia, Demophobia or Ochlophobia. Or Sociophobia. Actually, reading a little deeper it seems that Agoraphobia fits pretty well being that it is the fear of crowded public spaces not wide open spaces. Or so The Phobia List tells me.

A fair amount of this probably comes from living in Mosman. Which is on the North Shore of Seednee, with all that that implies for those who know. To be more clear about it - it's full of rich, BMW/SUV driving wankers. And their blonde, power-walking wives. I fucking hate it here. Give me Kings' Cross any day, I'm more comfortable around addicts and hookers than upwardly-mobile preppy scum.

Sod it. I can't even muster the energy to be pissed off.

[insert witty title]

Just one more then I'm going to bed (early to bed & all that crap, there's good money on my being back here in a couple of hours...).

America needs more people like this guy. From the ever entertaining Tailor's Today.


Defective Yeti's wonderful Bad Review Revue. The best one for ages has to be the review of New York Minute: "As agonizing as a sucking chest wound."

Finally, I don't know where I got this one from (probably Frank, it seems like something you'd like too). The Ultimate War Sim. I know I'd be hooked, but then I read the news so I guess I am already...

Night all.

*foodge* (am I doing that right Michelle?) :)

i have nothing to say

I just wanted to say that.

But any excuse to post the latest jokes:

Q: What do you call a Fat Goth?
A: Vampire the Buffet Slayer.

and:

Pirate 1: Where's your buccaneers?
Pirate 2: Under my buckin' hat.

Snicker.

(from Popbitch)

there you go

Sorry about the quality of the photos, I have no digital camera and very little in the way of photographic talent. The last photo I took myself in the bathroom mirror and while it's pretty crappy it's about the best of the bunch.

There you have it. Me in my chrome-dome spectacularity.

The finished product. 

The operation... 

The original fishboy 

works in progress

I'm supposedly writing my CV today, a self-esteem crushing task at the best of times... What was I doing for those years in the 90s? Oh, that's right, doing lots of drugs and generally slobbing about.

Hey ho, at least I'll have great stories to tell my grandchildren. Or at least I would if I was going to have offspring at all. Or could remember much of what I did. I had a good time though! I think...

So, yes, CV. That's right.

Writing about how fabulous I am and why anyone would be a fool not to hire me.

Sigh.

Which is of course why I'm tinkering with my blog. Careful where you go, I've not finished shoring up the side-bar. And the fonts may be a little lumpy so watch your step, I'll sand them down soon I promise.

No worries, a lick of paint and the thing'll look as good as new! Just ignore the wee termite problem, it's only cosmetic.