is this thing on?

yeah i’m still here, just haven’t felt much like writing anything here for a bit. so time for a status update:

the bump is getting bigger by the day – not long now and i won’t be the smelliest, noisiest, least mature member of the household

and i think i am having sympathetic pregnancy issues – or it could be all the junk food and complete lack of exercise. not looking forward to my diabetes/cholesterol check next week…

on the uni front last semester i got a way better mark than i expected/deserve for one of my subjects which is a good thing cos it would have been really embarrassing to have a fail on my transcript for a subject called “How Should I Live” (it was a philosophy subject about ethical theories – why they couldn’t just call it Ethical Theory i don’t know). still waiting for the results on my other subject for last semester which haven’t been posted as yet – that’s what happens when the guy running the subject is a scatterbrained academic – makes for amusing lectures but is hopeless when it comes to paperwork. next semester i am taking a break to spend sleepless nights with the new arrival rather than last minute essay writing.

no i haven’t quit my job. yes i still work with incompetents and idiots.

and in the ‘jumping on the bandwagon after it has stalled and run into a ditch’ front i have discovered the sound editing software on my PC and have been making mash-up / noise CDRs. quality is variable but at least some have turned out kind of interesting – 15 to date.

also have started on my first collaboration effort with the venerable Shit Magnet – we have managed to complete two tracks so far and who knows we may even get around to finishing a whole CD at some point.

watch this space.

rattling around the void

 i am too lazy and too tired to bother with a proper post but felt like putting something on this thing.

so a brief wrap up of activity around void central:

the bump: growing nicely thanks, heartbeat was at 155bpm at last check up so  right on target according to the doc which is good. what’s not so great is J feeling knackered all the time and having stretchy ligament pain. i try to empathise but the only thing stretching on me is my gut from sitting behind a desk all day and eating too much bad food when she is not around…

work: for fuck sake somebody please just make a fucking decision already.

uni: deadlines rapidly approaching for essays that i haven’t even looked at the questions for yet – and a new and exciting habit i’ve developed recently of falling asleep in my lectures, literally.

so procrastinating a lot then?: you bet. procrastinating to avoid study combined with the fact that J was interstate for a few days and the cat didn’t care if i stayed up till 4 in the morning fucking around on the computer has meant some prime procrastination action. it’s amazing how many new blogs you can find and decide that you MUST book mark ‘cos you know you will OF COURSE go back and read them regularly if you really try. but i’ve also been mucking about with noise mash up/cut up manipulations which has been at least fun to make if nothing else.

the results so far:

the two women ep (cdr) – noise manipulations and a remix thingy of one of Kami’s shitfinger tracks.

search and destroyed (cdr) – an hour and a bit long desecration of the stooges song  search and destroy

mangles the classics (cdr)  – a big mash up mess – 13 tracks of wank jokes, mismatched guitar riffs, out of time drum samples and wholesale songs smushed together in a noisy, ugly stew.

pointless and stupid but it keeps me amused.

i’m surrounded by morons

just another day at the office

i swear you gotta wonder how some people manage to breathe and walk at the same time. how do these people manage to make it so far through life and still be so STUPID

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.

productivity

(earlier today at work)

there are two computers on my desk.

i am using them to watch the clock.

the guy at the next desk over may actually be doing some work. i can’t really tell from here. i’m waiting for summer to arrive and have a slight undercurrent draw for a cold beer and intense blue skies but i’m sitting here watching the clock on my two computers.

i think of Barry Gifford’s story about the time he met the lectress at the cuban cigar factory. how her job is to read books to the workers each day. their quick brown fingers rolling leaves and paper rhythmically. and her voice from the chair perched above them.

and i’m sitting here watching the clock.

a book and a cold beer and a few gentle hours to myself.

but i’m sitting here watching the clock.

A life underground

I have been seconded to BHP for HR advisor position in the mine. one week after the wedding i leave and go and live in Roxby Downs for 3 months. I will be home on the weekends, or M will come and visit me in camp. Strange way to start married life – but then I was never likely to be a very good wife. And thats something we’re all proud of.

Blogging in your lunch break

Greetings all – my first posting.

Not a lot to say other than that this could become a very dangerous procrastination tool whilst at work. I’d advise to fire someone who spent all their time blogging.

Anyway, if anyone would like to assist Michael in becoming a member of the idle rich sooner rather than later that would be good. He went back to work this week and has been grumpy ever since. Unfortunately earning money is really rather helpful, especially with the wedding and trip to Europe next year. The countdown is on.. anyone want to look after a black cat with a personality disorder for 5 months or so?? We’ll leave with a big bag of friskies and a poo tray… for the cat…

Speaking of work, better do some.

take this job and shove it

if only….

anyone with any altrusitic impulse to assist me in joining the ranks of the idle rich without having to whore my body(well not too much) hit the comment section below.