Andern sie fur Die Machinen...

Lost and Found.

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:38:35 GMT

xgwishx I have your sunglasses, and perhaps your picnic blanket.
sly_girl I think it might be your dignity, but I'm not sure. It's stuck to the overhead beam in the shed.
longi I definitely have your dignity. Its sitting at the bottom of the garden, giggling.

As usual (and per house rules), any and all alcohol left in the esky at the end of the night now belongs to the cats.

Big Thanks.

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 15:56:47 GMT

For all those folk that dropped by this afternoon/evening.
Thank you. :)

I had a most wonderful time. You're all awesome. :)

And now, Im going to bed to pass out, next to my girl :)

Hysterical laughter

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 11:05:56 GMT

The empress of india

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Senor Fawkes!

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 05:57:16 GMT

Can you guys in the UK launch a firework or two for me? :)
I always like Guy Fawkes day...

The board

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:21:38 GMT

How the hell am i supposed to keep track off all this??

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Tue, 03 Nov 2009 20:49:55 GMT

"Uhh...negative, I am a meat popsicle"

Oh Yes...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 05:18:00 GMT

If you are interested in dropping by on Saturday, and you dont have the address.
Drop me an email (at livejournal is fine) and I'll get it to you. :)

Invitation - Short Notice :

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 05:01:31 GMT

I was reminded of the fact that I shortly turn 34.
While I am nonplussed with this turn of events, Annie did remind me that its somewhat traditional to have a sort of...thing.

So, should you want to come around next Saturday, on the 7th of November for a few beers in the backyard, from say....4 or so onwards, that might be nice.
Nothing special, but if the weathers nice, I'll get the decks out, have a bit of a noodle and once it gets dark, we'll see if we cant get the projector going on the side of the house and watch a movie in the backyard.. :)

Would be nice to see you if you decide to come. :)

"That was wonderful!"
"Bravo!"
"I loved it!"
"It was great!"
"Well...it was pretty good."
"Well...It wasn't bad."
"There were parts of it that weren/t very good though"
"It could have been a lot better."
"I didnt really like it"
"It was pretty terrible."
"It was Bad."
"It was awful!"
"It was Terrible!"
"Get them away!"
"Boo!"
"Boooo!!!!!"

T, for Two.

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 21:45:48 GMT

2 separate meetings today at Tullamarine, both for the same project.
4 Hours apart.

And, in between, its back to the office for another meeting, for a potential client, who wants to see the software in action.

On the bright side it does mean I don't have to cool my heels at the airport between meetings, which is just as well, considering that it could get very messy as my first instinct when in a terminal is to find the nearest bar.

On the downside, its *the airport*
Which means I'm surrounded by planes, and not allowed to get on any of them.

Vurt Email.

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 06:01:11 GMT

If you've emailed me at vurt lately, and I haven't replied its for one of two reasons.

1 : Theres something weird which see's mail go to either my IMAP folders, or direct to an mbox folder thats different from the IMAP stuff in which case I've not seen it.
I've just now checked it and found a stack of mail that I've neither seen or replied too.
My apologies.

2: Im a lazy bastard and I sometimes forget all about vurt. :)
I have no excuses for this.

So, if you've mailed me, and I've not replied, I'm sorry. :)

I, Aint got no Baaaaahday.

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 02:15:44 GMT

For some reason, all I can think of is Marty Feldman singing "I aint got no body!" from Young Frankenstein.

My brain is clearly telling me that its time to take a break.
Either that, or I'm having some sort of neurological 'event' which can only lead to bad places.

So..

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 05:04:33 GMT

Where would one go about obtaining a boating suit of this sort?

And could I conceivably get away with being married in one. :)

And for a Moment ...

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 00:59:40 GMT

I just read an email addressed to Niel and it took me a few seconds to realise that was me.

I need a break.

Because Im childish.

Thu, 15 Oct 2009 23:40:48 GMT

Hur Hur

"A survey of consumers' movie rental, downloading and pay TV viewing habits has revealed a significant slice of the population prefer accessing their entertainment through the back door."

This just In :

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 05:38:05 GMT

A Heisenbergian analysis of late afternoon 'snacky cake' pathfinding techniques.
Or, More simply :
The snacky-Cake conundrum.

This is perhaps the most interesting discovery of today. And certainly right up there with the fruedian analysis of 'Two and a Half men' that I wrote last week (I shit you not)
Basically, this the problem that we all face, at least once in our working week.
Its the problem if trying to identify *where* you're going for that afternoon snack.
You step out of the office, and onto the street, money in your pocket and you think "where am I going?"
You can't stop, Oh no, there's snacky cakes, and if you delay, if you're tardy then 'Schrodingers snack' comes into play.
Essentially, what it boils down to, is that while you're going to get that afternoon treat, its impossible to know exactly *where* you're going. Only that you *are* going.

And you don't know where you're going until you get there *Nod*
Serious Stuff.

Now, Schrondingers Snack.
This is when you finally figure out what you want, you stop outside Fergusson Plarre, and you think "I need a lamington. With Cream (or other treat of your choice)" and in that moment, the moment you open the door, and step into the bakery, there exists *two* distinct possibilties.
1 - The snacky-cake is there. Waiting for you, the last one on the tray, its delicious sweet coating of cocaine like frosting calling your name. Beckoning you, Siren like.
2 - The tray is empty. What you want, is gone. Some other fucker, most likely the bastard you stepped aside for on the way in, while you dawdled outside, trying to decide, got in before you.
The snack is gone. Almost as if it never existed.

The problem is, you never know until you step into the bakery. Its impossible to tell which reality is predominant.

Heavy thoughts indeed.
It seems that Im definitely firing on all cylinders today.
Oh yes.

One for the 'M' Banks Fans.

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 04:54:39 GMT

I just managed to work the word 'excession' into the technical specification document I'm writing.

Wether or not its in the right context or not, I have no idea.
But I'm leaving it in there, just to see if anyone notices.

Thats right, Music!

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 22:37:02 GMT

I was running early this morning.
Showered, shaved the whole shebang.
I'd even found time to sit down and watch a movie before I left for work.
So I step out the door only to discover that thanks to clicking the wrong button during yesterdays sync with my laptop, my iThing now has no music on it.

For a moment there, I stood, and thought.
Now I'm going to be late for work because I can't face the world without music and the music inside my head isn't loud enough.

In Briff.

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 04:15:43 GMT

Went to scienceworks on the weekend.
Mainly to see the Star Wars Exhibit stuff, but we also had a noodle about everything else too.

Highlight of the exhibition was not the ships, or the models, or the costumes but the small little cabinet tucked away in the corner containing weapons.
In particular the blaster that Bobba Fett carried through Eps 5 and 6.
Up close it looked even more menacing and lethal than it does in the films, but as well as that, you can actually Identify parts of real firearms that its cobbled together from.
The stock from an old rifle, the butt and trigger off what was a revolver for example.
All put together to make this worn, utile weapon.
Whoever made that is a freakin genius in my book.

In the same cabinet were a number of other firearms and a selection of lightsaber hilts.
Shiny and rather awesome.

After strolling through the exhibit we went to then 'sportsworks' section, where I nearly blew out my knee in a futile effort to run fast, and then got incredibly depressed when I got on the scales and discovered that I am now, officially, a giant fatty.

My heart rate however, is still pretty damn good despite the rest of me falling apart.
Wonder of Wonders.

Friday : (meaningless rambling)

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 22:42:42 GMT

Awake ? Check.
At work hell early ? Check.
Dressed? .... Check.

Metric Tonne of work emails answered already ? Check.
Emailed parents? Check and Check.
Caught up on LJ? Check.
Staring vaguely out of the window in the hopes that armageddon will occur while I watch ? Check.

Medication? ...uh oh...
Morning Routine re-arranged to accommodate rushing back home and taking medication? *sigh* Check.

What with the study being used at the moment for actual studying, Im not spending much quality time with the computer. I'm also aware that there's a precious lack of any meaningful content passed through LJ on my part recently.
Work continues apace, I have more to do than I really know how to cope with, so the learning curve is... steep.
Being a project manager type means I have to reign in a somewhat instinctual response to try and fix things, and instead, organise other people to do it.
Im writing a lot of things down, and strangely enough (not), my handwriting is improving again.
Everyone seems to be jumping ship, rat like, for dreamwidth, and I'll be damned if I go with them.
I'm staying here. Right here, until LJ sinks and Im left swimming in the vast sea of informational crap that is the internet.

But for now, I get to go to the doctors and see if I broke my hand a couple of months ago and have been ignoring it ever since.

Daylight. Freaking. Savings.

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 02:17:26 GMT

So, daylight savings is here.
What this means is that thanks to the clocks going forward, Ive been cheated out of an hour of my life.
I don't get that hour *back* until the clocks go *back* sometime next year.

No wonder I'm grumpy, I'm short on sleep for 6 months of the year.

In other news, my niece, bless her little cotton socks, called me fat on saturday night.

My wife to be howled with laughter and cried "Out of the mouths of babes!" and is now using this as ammunition to starve me, or otherwise restrict my daily intake of vital, yet fatty foods.

I suppose however, that this is a good thing.
I still object on principal however. The principle that deep down inside I hate having to *do* *anything* that I'm told to do.
If it's necessary, I'll get around to it in my own sweet time and not before.

In other news, after having to change movie plans at the last minute due to an inability to deal with 3d movies, we went and saw 500 days of Summer on friday night.
While it jumps about a bit, and is a *bit* clumsy, The film is a fine breed of what I'll refer to as a "young persons romantic comedy".
Dealing, as it does, with the more trickier aspects of the so called 'Casual' relationship.

Things to do at the hospital. Pt 1

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 12:46:37 GMT

Pretend that a farmhouse fell on you and some midgets stole your shoes

Because its that time again :

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 07:47:40 GMT

Pandorum
What looks to be a run of the mill sci fi movie, in the vein of Alien meets Hellraiser 5 (Otherwise known as Event Horizon)

9
Something cute, and post apocalyptic with puppets.

Where the Wild Things Are
Need I say more ?

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Looks Interesting. Dont let the fact that the advertisements all have "FROM THE DIRECTOR OF TITANIC" splashed all over them. He has done other stuff too you know :)

Zombieland
Woody Harrelson. Shotguns. Chainsaws. Shotguns. Amusement Parks and Zombies.
Whats not too like? :)

Does anyone want to join me for ZombieLand? :)

Why?

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 11:54:34 GMT

Why do these ads always have guys in them???

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Awesome!

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 06:42:18 GMT

http://www.theage.com.au/technology/sci-tech/macgyver-students-send-170-camera-into-space-20090923-g1kn.html

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 12:38:15 GMT

I refuse to feel bad about the fact that just having finished up my work for the night, I'm sitting here with a gin (neat) and listening to Frank Sinatra and Tommy Dorsey, bathed in the soft light of my desk lamp.

In fact, I feel pretty damn relaxed and happy about it.

Screw you modern world. I'm turning off the laptop and Im going to sit here in the half light for a while with the music.