Robert's Blog

I have a new addiction.

I have a new addiction.

It is called Ticketek

Love

I love blackouts that shut down the entire worksite.

I love the fact my job is so tied into technology that when we have a blackout, all I can do is go...

home!

Closer

I.

have.

tickets.

to.

the.

NINE INCH NAILS CONCERT!!!!!

Trent Reznor is a god. I swear I am so happy I can melt. This is such a long time coming. Between (in the past) being underaged, having no money or being too far away, I have never been to a concert, but now I get the chance!!!

In other news my sisters is up the duff.

Eminently practical, and yet appropriate as always!

I got myself a new digital camera on Friday in time for the wedding. And oddly it wasn't an impulse buy! I did really spend full hours working out what I wanted and asking sales people all the right questions.

Okay maybe not all the right questions, but I did ask questions!

Currently it is full of photos from my brothers wedding that was yesterday.

I swear my hair looks... big.

The wedding was great though.

Maybe I will post photos later. Maybe.

I almost dislocated my knee just before the ceremony took place. Argh! My leg banged on one of those nasty little low steel benches (they where getting married on a boat) and my leg went one way and the knee went the other. I did feel the knee move dramatically. I swear it was pure luck it didn't dislocate.

Wonderfully perfect

I gave my brother his between brothers pre-wedding presents tonight.

He was estatic over the little things like the hip flask.

He was over the moon over the Johnnie Walker Green Label.

I cannot discribe the suprise, joy, shock, disbelief and utter happiness when he opened up the Johnnie Walker Blue Label.

It was worth every single penny. Absolutely perfect in every way.

I feel proud

Yesterday night I did my first parallel park in 3 years. Yeah I basically avoided doing them like the plague. It was like falling off a bike though! I remembered it all perfectly (especially since the last time I had to do it I was driving on the other side of the road).

AND...

It was on a hill and I drive a manual/stick. Hill starting while trying to parallel park!

Hideously Kinky

I swear I had an erotic ghost dream last night.

I mean seriously.

I seriously need to lay of the Japanese shit.

Ring my bell...

Travers: 6.5 days til I'm on holidays... YAY!!
Robert: AGAIN
Travers: hehehe
Travers: yup
Travers: but this one's a real hoiday
Robert: gasp
Travers: hehe... like I"m getting on a plane and everything
Robert: where too
Travers: brisvegas
Robert: that ain't a vacation... that is family (To me at least)
Travers: hehe... I have family up there but not going to see any of em
Robert: Weeeeeeee
Robert: I wanna go do a weekender in say Keppel (of course I have family THERE as well)
Travers: LOL
Robert: Yeppoon to be exact but it is still close enough
Travers: our brisbane office is designing a shopping centre there I think
Robert: oooh
Travers: name rings a bell for some reason
Robert: Anita Ward?
Travers: hahahahahahahahaha
Travers: sad
Robert: sadder you got it

I found it amusing. Bite me.

Bah...

I am admittedly not the most charitable person. In fact I am a selfish, greedy bastard who gets way to much schadenfreude in life. I actually for the most part don't have time for organisations that help out fellow human beings because I am too wrapped up in my own dramas.

Yet tonight a couple of girls used their feminine charms to sign me up to Oxfam.

Yes, I am as shocked as you are.

Almost, semi-famous

I won a radio trivia contest tonight.

The answer was though "Halle Berry" (and the question was relating to this show) so I dunno if I should be too proud for knowning the answer.

And of course the prize was a DVD copy of this movie

Maybe I should've played dumb.

BUT I GOT TO BE ON THE RADIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sing a song of jumbucks...

I know I have posted this before, but gosh darn, it is genuinely funny. Especially the Queensland bit (and since I am from there, I know):

Happy Australia Day.

"Ode to Australians"
(stolen completely from australiablog.com)

WE ARE ONE

WE, the people of a free nation of blokes, sheilas and the occasional wanker. We come from many lands (although a few too many of us come from New Zealand) and although we live in the best country in the world, we reserve the right to bitch and moan about it whenever we bloody like. We are One Nation but we're divided into many States.

First, there's Victoria, named after a queen who didn't believe in lesbians. Victoria is the realm of Mossimo turtlenecks, cafe latte, grand-final day and big horse races. Its capital is Melbourne, whose chief marketing pitch is that "it's liveable". At least that's what they think. The rest of us think it is too bloody cold and wet.

Next, there's New South Wales, the realm of pastel shorts, macchiato with sugar, thin books read quickly and millions of dancing queens. Its capital Sydney has more queens than any other city in the world and is proud of it. Its mascots are Bondi lifesavers who pull their Speedos up their cracks to keep the left and right sides of their brains separate.

Down south we have Tasmania, a State based on the notion that the family that bonks together stays together. In Tassie, everyone gets an extra chromosome at conception. Maps of the State bring smiles to the sternest faces. It holds the world record for a single mass shooting, which the Yanks can't seem to beat no matter how often they try.

South Australia is the province of half-decent reds, a festival of foreigners and bizarre axe murders. SA is the state of innovation. Where else can you so effectively re-use country bank vaults and barrels as in Snowtown, just out of Adelaide (also named after a queen). They had the Grand Prix, but lost it when the views of Adelaide sent the Formula One drivers to sleep at the wheel.

Western Australia is too far from anywhere to be relevant. It's main claim to fame is that it doesn't have daylight saving because if it did, all the men would get erections on the bus on the way to work. WA was the last state to stop importing convicts and many of them still work there in the government and business.

The Northern Territory is the red heart of our land. Outback plains, sheep stations the size of Europe, Kangaroos, Jackaroos, Emus, Uluru and dusty kids with big smiles. It also has the highest beer consumption of anywhere on the planet and its creek beds have the highest aluminium content of anywhere too. Although the Territory is the centre piece of our national culture, few of us live there and the rest prefer to fly over it on our way to Bali.

And there's Queensland. While any mention of God seems silly in a document defining a nation of half-arsed sceptics, it is worth noting that God probably made Queensland as it's beautiful one day and perfect the next. Why he filled it with dickheads remains a mystery.

Oh yes and there's Canberra. The least said the better.

We, the citizens of Oz, are united by Highways, whose treacherous twists and turns kill more of us each year than murderers. We are united in our lust for international recognition, so desperate for praise we leap in joy when a rag tag gaggle of corrupt IOC officials tells us Syd-a-nee is better than Beijing. We are united by a democracy so flawed that a political party, albeit a redneck gun-toting one, can get a million votes and still not win one seat in Federal Parliament. Not that we're whingeing, we leave that to our Pommy immigrants. We want to make "no worries mate" our national phrase, "she'll be right mate" our national attitude and "Waltzing Matilda" our national anthem (So what if it's about a sheep-stealing crim who commits suicide).

We love sport so much our news readers can read the death toll from a sailing race and still tell us who's winning. And we're the best in the world at all the sports that count, like cricket, netball, rugby, AFL, roo-shooting, two-up and horse racing. We also have the biggest rock, the tastiest pies, the blackest aborigines and the worst-dressed Olympians in the known universe.

Only in Australia do we have bank doors wide open, no security guards, or cameras - but chain the pens to the desk.

We shoot, we root, we vote. We are girt by sea and pissed by lunchtime. Even though we might seem a racist, closed-minded, sports-obsessed little people, at least we feel better for it.

You are, I am, we are, Australian.

P.S We also shoot and eat the two animals that are on our National Crest!!!!

No other country has this distinction!

HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY - January 26, 2005.

TGI.... er... T

I LOVE long weekends!

My feet are killing me after 13 hours in stealcaps.

I blame the night

In the 15 metres it took me to travel from this chair I am sitting in at the moment to the Garage fridge to get some Pinapple Juice, I ran into three different objects.

My poor legs.

Almost, semi-famous

I won a radio trivia contest tonight.

The answer was though "Halle Berry" (and the question was relating to this show) so I dunno if I should be too proud for knowning the answer.

And of course the prize was a DVD copy of this movie

Maybe I should've played dumb.

BUT I GOT TO BE ON THE RADIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eep

Agreed to come into work at 7am tomorrow. Can't complain to much. Boss dude is coming in at 5.30am.

Still I am glad it is a short week!

Ba-ba-ba-banana

I had my first (four) bananas today since Cyclone Larry.

Finally the prices are resonable again!

Make those bodies sing!

One Resolution Down

In two weeks time the Vampire Job is no more.

Gosh that feels so good. When I was talking to somebody about it later, I just started laughing and laughing. It was good.

And I wanted to say...

I am a Indianapolis Colts fan.

Two days ago I had an entire conversation with a random stranger, in Melbourne, Australia of all places about them after I asked him was he a fan or just wearing the t-shirt. Yeah we talked about the usual stuff. Play-offs, Payton Manning, not exactly high end, but you accept what you get.

I blame Charles for bringing me over. Then again I never exactly had a professional team in the first place (even with Alex Smith I never warmed to the 49ers). But his fandom and excitment clearly rubbed off (paid off?).

Not to mention I detest the Patriots.

What my Christmas Present to myself was.

I know Christmas was last week and I should've posted them then. But I forgot.

Bite me.

So thank you... Spray n' Wipe.

Properly only the Australians would remember the advertisment in question, but remember those ads from about 15 years ago starring Paula Duncan (what was she ever famous for anyway? - other then Spray n' Wipe and Jenny Craig ads at any rate).

At anyrate, I cannot find the ad on YouTube or any place (does anybody know of anywhere that would have Australian ads? I found Mrs Marsh and the Colgate ad, but that was). Basically it was Paula recieving a last minute phone call stating boss & wife/potential house buyers/snobby relatives (yeah she did multiple versions of the commerical over the years) where coming over and the house was a mess. And she managed to clean it completely (with a little help from Spray n' Wipe, while everybody was waiting patiently at the front door.

Well there is a point to this story. I had an similar experience tonight with that commerica when I had a last minute visitor and my house was a complete and utter disaster area. But while Paula Duncan had Ajax Spray n' Wipe and the Worlds Most Annoying Jingle to go along with. I just had me!

I basically bagged, binned and trashed half the stuff and shoved a whole lot more into the dishwasher. I wouldn't call the house sparkling fresh, but it looks better and any rate.

Grr... Now I have that blooming commerical jingle stuck in my head!