the better half

 

and this is before the cold medicine…

why i’m cooler than you

'cos i got me #73 of this ltd edition in the post the other day 

http://www.sirrichardbishop.net/

*NB: ok, so maybe it doesn't really make me cooler than you but is still excellent

countdown

it's only 144 days till we get on the plane (not that i'm counting or anything…). it feels a bit more 'real' now because we have bought plane tickets. and i've been brushing up on my German language skills. so far i know;

"ein Bier bitte"

and

"Hast Du etwas Zeit fur mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich.
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont.
Denkst Du vielleicht grad' an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich.
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass sowas von sowas kommt"

that should cover most social situations i figure

now if i can just find my passport…

misery guts rides again

so, the brains, beauty, chief cook and all round source of goodness in this outfit (that'd be her) is back from the desert for good. no more 48 hour "shore leave" visits. YAY!!

now if only mr fucking grumpy pants (that'd be me) can pull his head out of his arse and stop moping around being a great big sad sack for no apparent reason everything would be dandy

(i'm working on it…)

take this job and shove it (revisited)

i don’t know if i’m becoming less tolerant or just that now i expect more. but between the fuckknuckles, the morons, the helpless, the hopless and the hapless, the lazy shits, the wankers (both arrogant and plain varieties), the posers, the mean well but haven’t got a fucking clue or two brain cells to rub together to work out where to find one’s, the “not my jobs”, the work to rules (when it suits), the useless, the outright lying bastards, other sundry fuckwits and their enablers are driving me to distraction. sure, there are a couple of good guys, but the sheer volume of craposity is drowning any impact they can really have. the saddest part of all this of course is i’ll keep going along with it. ‘cos i’m too scared to risk what might happen if i just chuck the whole fucking thing in and quit. its not even that i hate the job, i’m well paid for what i do and the conditions are pretty damn good, its just the people, having to deal with THEM all the time.

and another thing…

my head hurts, my feet stink and i don’t love the baby jesus…

or however the fuck it goes. i take this opportunity to introduce a new category – Mr. Grumpy (have a feeling this one might get a regualr workout).

yes, ranting is imminent

music from the void

ok, so i stole this idea from Dan Tobin at Surgical Strikes

he said “So to give a more honest portrayal of what I actually listen to, here are the songs played most on my iTunes. It’s far from scientific, it only goes back to Aug. 24, 2004, it only considers a song “played” if you get all the way to the end, and it ignores iPod listens. But it’s another window into taste, and in some ways a more honest, accurate one.”

i got my ipod in october 2004 and as at today it has 3475 songs on it. for what it’s worth here are the top 20 most “played” (see Dan’s notation re the accuracy of this exercise) from my itunes… i hasten to add these are not necessarily my favourite songs

1. shellac – Copper
2. Cyndi Lauper – She Bop
3. shellac – Prayer To God
4. Herman Dune – The Static Comes From My Broken Heart
5. Amateur Transplants – London Underground
6. Antony & The Johnsons – Fistful Of Love
7. Popchor Berlin – Mongoloid
8. Cyndi Lauper – Time After Time
9. Mule – Piano
10. Pink Floyd – The Happiest Days Of Our Lives
11. PJ Harvey – The Dancer (acoustic)
12. The Yearlings – Trouble Some More
13. The Angels Of Light – Dawn
14. Bikini Kill – I Like Fucking
15. Gazoonga Attack – Down The Alibi
16. Herman Dune – I Want A Woman
17. Black Belt Jones – Missy
18. Black Sabbath – Paranoid
19. Dallas Crane – Sold Me
20. The Devastations – I’ve Walked This Road

old dog, new tricks

aka Adventures of a Mature Age Uni Student
or a mid-thirties nerd takes up BA study to counteract terminal boredom and lack of career motivation at work (if anyone from work reads this that is a joke).

the 3 of you who sometimes read this blog already know i am doing a part time Arts degree @ Adelaide Uni. This semester i am doing 2 subjects; 1st year Foundation to Linguistics and a 2nd year philosophy subject – Cognitive Science: Minds, brains and computers. both of which have the potential to be really interesting or completely fry my tiny little brain until it runs out of my ears.

so, i thought i might start an occasional series of posts here about my forays around campus (and just possibly a little procrastination when i have essays due and the like).

For example, if i wasn’t a happily married man i might make the observation that it is summer and the uni grounds are bursting @ the seams with lots of sexy women wearing very little clothing. of course i’m not looking myself. or things like the fact that today in the refrectory all of their menus were advertising a special of the day called “Honey Soy Chicken Things”. mmmmm chicken things, yummy.

that’s it for now (stay tuned for further equally insightful and erudite academic discourse) i’m off to study (read as fuck about on the net).