The MetroCard started yesterday, which is mostly good news for us people that use public transport. And it works through my wallet, which I figured it would, but was briefly worried that they might have used some ultra crap technology that doesn't. But it does, so now I don't have to piss around getting said metro card out of wallet, but can justp lace wallet atop reading device. Shib. People like Dan would apparently lose out as the $1 fares for short rides are gone. Unlucky for him, but good for me as all my bus riding has cost $2. Conveniently he got wind of this, fled to London, and is now amusing himself price fixing ebay auctions.
Vodafone continue to do good things, even if this particular good thing is for pre-paid whores. Their new IOU feature is a good idea to help out the poor suckers on prepay. From their promo page:
To get a Prepay IOU you must have less than 20cents credit on your mobile, simply text ‘IOU’ to 468 and we’ll top up your mobile with $2 credit to get you back up and running. The text to 468 is free!
So, that helps out whining people that get stuck with "I have no money left on my phone" Yeah, well you'll have to shut up about that now won't you? (Yes, they will)
Crikey, Don Brash won his leadership challenge. Now I know that the dude is smart, but still he is very new to actual parlimentary politics being brought in at the last election. Yes Bill has "led" his team to a record defeat and subsequent lowest polling ever, but still I would have thought that perhaps someone that had being in the Chamber for at least one entire term would have been more likely.
Luckily I know bollocks all about NZ politics which nicely explains away why I don't know why he got elected. I guess the appropriate people thought that a) a new face was needed (which I think we can all agree on) and b) that just because he is new to this specific game doesn't mean he can't play it.
I think he is cool as his signature is on money. Can't go past that I reckon. As for his leadership of National... well I doubt it can get much worse. Good to see the webmaster was somewhat on the ball, although it might take awhile to change all the images of Bill.
CS on Tuesday proved that the weapon I thought sucked does not. It is just different, and takes a wee while to get used to. Some fun was had, although we were slightly down on numbers. Have found a use for the riot shield in Italy that does not suck, and the Italy map has been changed to make it much much better in my opinion, (from a T perspective) as it allows them to defend better than previously possible. There are also two new maps we played. Both of which seemed cool, although one is sooo open that it means death from above, to the left, from the right and over there for the terrorists. Will see how it pans out.
Australian Idol sucks. Not that this is a surprise to anyone, and not that I watch it, but I have seen a couple of ads, and each time I see them I am shocked that the show is still being dragged out. Why won’t it stop?
C4 does not suck. In fact it is good. It is not too good though, as it is not on for long enough. What kind of crappy music station closes down at midnight most nights and only lasts till 0100 on Friday and Saturday? I mean really. 0100 most nights and 0300 on Fri and Sat is surely necessary for C4 to be respectable.
Dan didn’t remember that Xanadu was 36 Ilam. Sad. Also Sad, Si and Nic the suck CD producers. You hear me hillbilly boys? You suck. What happened to ready by Christmas, 2002? Huh? Huh?
Bloc did well, and so we witnessed the Princess Bride. And there was much rejoicing. You cannot go past "Aha! Your pig fiance is too late" for a good time. I mean, "It’s possible… Pig" is excellent, but not as good overall. It is however more useful. Unless you have a lot of friends with fiancés. (Which I have)
JamesT is back and the poacher was visited. There was some rejoicing followed by him tackling houses. Houses won.
Won our (Wednesday) netball final. W00t. For our efforts we get: umm, a free drink at the bar? But you can’t take that away from us.
For those of you that haven’t noticed, there has been some repeated movement on Jed’s page, and he claims it may well continue at a semi reasonable pace. Which will be nice.
I have seen 28 Days... Later, Once Upon a Time in Mexico, S.W.A.T., and I have not reviewed them. Sucks to me. I also watched Dusk till Dawn 3: The Hangman's Daughter last night. Sucks to it.
Sucks!
Oh yeah, you know how I mentioned the JP and its powers of being a mighty pub with goodness? Well I forgot to mention the cost of Red Bulls. The cost of Red Bull(tm) is vast.
Nic was drunk, very drunk in fact, and in need of Red Bull. Or so he claimed. (He was definitly drunk, it was the Red Bull I'm commenting on) and I wandered up to the bar with my $10 in hand to get a Red Bull, and hey, why the hell not, one for me.
I looked at my $10, and thought to myself that this was not going to cover two red bulls. I mean it should, given that downstairs as cafe 101 I can buy 2 for $4, but this was a bar, and I had a sinking feeling that $10 was just not going to cut it.
The barman went to get some glasses, which I declined, being man enough to drink my red bull from a can, and he got the two cans and opened them. Which I figured was very nice of him, my wrists being weakened by years of umm using them.
But, on to, the payment "That'll be $13 thanks." ?!? "That's ludicrous" I say. "Yeah, it is." Bah, I paid the man. $6.5 each? I even checked that there was no Vodka included... There wasn't. Which, in retrospect is just the kind of crap you would expect from a drunk person, which I wasn't. Oh well.
That is a crock. A Crock.
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Mmmm tricks are for kids.
Hear ye, hear ye.
The email address of mine @thepentagon.com will be no more at the end of the month. It has served its purpose, and recently they have decided I should pay them lots of US dollars, and thus they can sod off. Most people don't use it, it seems, but I'm going to consider this fair warning that it will die. If anyone can't figure out a new email address for me, well they really aren't trying. Or they are thickies. Also spam sucks, and @thepentagon.com loves the spam. Loves it I say.
So there you go.
1) The Princess Bride: For those that don't know, Bloc(a bunch of hippy artists) is having a screening of The Princess Bride on Thursday at 2230, at Rialto. If you give me $8 you can come. You should give me $8 and you should come. This is considered fair warning to all those that don't already know about it. Those that know about it need not apply. This is for those that don't.
Now you do. So contact me for hot ticket action.
2) Kill Bill Vol. 1 Firstly, WTF. Goddamn two part films. Oh please take my extra money. I don't see them breaking Lord of the Rings into..... Oh well.
Huzzah, Kill Bill is not another Jackie Brown in all its crappy sucktastic lameness. As not Jackie Brown, was good. And violent, oh yes violent. Was somewhat annoyed that a few of the scenes from the trailer for Vol.1 did not occur in Vol.1, but not really that much of a problem. Fuh.
In geek news, I have finally added IMDB onto Mozilla's mighty keyword quick search which is cool, and saves loading time on crappy dial up.
Ah yes, the Booze.
Balls! We want the best wine known to humanity,
we want it here!
And we want it now!
sneaky back tracking to mention that hot air ballooning is cool. Getting up at 0400, is the suck, but the results were worth it. They have much degree of control in calm air apparently, and demonstrated it well as we flew through some tree foliage action, over stuff etc etc. Nice one.
Right, back to drinking.
So, yes, indeed. The Stein. Now I’ve not been one for hot stein action throughout my long and not particularly distinguished university career, in fact I’ve only been twice before. Once with Dan to see Darcy Clay before he topped himself, and once a few years later, on the association’s dollar as a member of the exec. They were poor, except for the Darcy Clay action, they were much students, much drunk on much beer. Much Much Much. Silly word. MUCH.
This year however the Honours students were all keen and excited about Stein (technically labelled the “end of lectures tea party,” but I believe James told me once this was just a hangover from the days when we had to work hard to get a liquor license, and calling it a stein wasn’t the best look.) They were so organised they had t-shirts made. Yeah. So we the hardy masters students, this year in much better touch with the honours students than last year (well they were mostly asshats last year) agreed we would also make the effort and get some stein action. T-shirts all around
The tradition of the ring leaders of this adventure was to begin the stein with a good healthy BBQ and lots of drinking for breakfast. As someone with a deep respect for tradition this was obviously the way to go. Poor decision. So at the disgusting hour of just after 9 Nic and I arrived, correctly attired in red (for we were expendable) and began the drinking.
Oh, a note on the alcohol, Mark is a bastard, and sold me some disgusting muck in the form on nice Tequila. Variant 1800 to be precise. It tasted rather good.
So we began with some of that, and all that partook of it thought it good. Even Nic did not freak out at the tequila nature of the beast. And continued onwards with my Stolli, fresh from the bathtub on the lawn filled with cold water in lieu of a fridge. The first years that were for some reason attached to the flat we were at got fully into the dodgy craptastic wine that Sara managed to drag up from somewhere. And off they went.
I went along on a far higher course, which unfortunately involved someone’s vodka. Now I haven’t had vodka from some time, but this “triple distilled something a rather blue label” Smirnoff? Seemed pretty good. Although, I had already had the first four of my stollis and more shots of tequila. Dirty.
So anyway we messed around at this flat till around 1245 before making our move for the Stein itself.
I remember walking to the stein, queuing with the rest of us POLS people, and then getting an orange arm bracelet attached by the bouncers. And then….
And then….
And then and then and then and then and then.
Two hours later I was awoken by a security guard telling me I couldn’t sleep there. Which was probably fair enough. Given that I was leaning on the sunny side of the commerce building. Normally I’m sure sleeping there would OK, I mean people sleep on the grass all the time, but perhaps stein day is not the best day for sleeping on site.
So, awoken from my slumber I declared that I was fine and was happy. Which was not, I’m afraid to say the truth. Being a cunning bastard I called Sara to come and take me away from all this. Which she did. Which was lucky, because she had been planning to be drinking herself at someone’s work leaving function.
Sweet. While I was waiting for her to arrive I moved from the sunny location I had occupied for some unknown period of time to the planters by forestry. There I sat, hands in head drunk and ill like a well, like me. Some guy came along, and spotted my stein bracelet. He asked if I was going back to the stein, and when I responded in the negative he asked if he could take it. I told him that if he could take it, he could have it. I recall that he managed to rip it off rather cleanly and thought he had a good chance of getting in with it and some judicious sticky tape. Although Nic later told me that the bouncers were keeping a rather close eye on the bracelets, so maybe not.
Sara took me home, and I passed out.
So yes, mighty drunk I was. Drunk like a bastard. How drunk? Well the two hour period that I don’t recall apparently saw me very drunk. I have no recollection of the stein, nor how I made it back to the commerce building. But people definitely saw me, and regale me with stories.
Charlie apparently saw me for around 10 mins, and informs me that I was incredibly wasted (well this is not surprising) keeps repeating the same story of the comedic value of me getting off the ground apparently somewhat in the manner of a camel. A drunk camel. Apparently managing to stand on my cell phone whilst arising. An unlikely story I feel.
One of the honours students has also reported to various individuals, that whilst in walkabout mode I visited the department. Where upon I harassed the departmental secretary and in an effort to hug her managed to herd her into the lift where she made her escape, after afore mentioned honours student distracted me. Bollocks more like. I doubt there is even one iota of truth in this entire accounting. Completely fictions.
Was hung over for some time.
Even if these stories are true, which as I have mentioned I find unlikely, they are not relatively as bad as some of the others that have been expressed of other students. Two honours students had long conversations with different lecturers, one with strange drawings on his face, whilst attempting to hug her, and the other had a long conversation with Jacob, of which he recalls not a word.
One of the geographers, somehow known via the historians went back to his office, threw up, and then passed out, only to awake hours later with a great deal of cleaning to do and a very smelly office. Sucks to him.
Mmmm stein.
When it gets right down to it, I’m not much of a drinker. Was reminded that the definition of a binge drinker is five drinks, and as always, laughed out loud at this figure. Bah. I never drink less than that, and admittedly I only drink about once ever 3-4 months? Or less, I definitely drink more than five drinks when I do. Bah.
Saturday saw being hung over, fish and chips with Sara in Lyttelton. A brief stint at Mark’s for big screen action, then home for more being hung over.
Sunday saw Jarrod calling me up for a game of cricket, and was put off by my claims of being the worst cricketer in NZ, not to mention a menace to my own team specifically and society in general. Informed me I was needed at Hagley park outside the mosque at 11am. Fuh.
Assumed it would be like the soccer games of similar organisation, ie with man players, and not taken at all seriously. Was wrong. Turned up and found a total of 8 players in the game, with a real cricket ball (not tennis) and with pads for the batsman.
Oh dear. Was two teams of two, with two batters and everyone fielding. Ricco and some guy, started the batting off, and after three fours in a row I was feeling pretty happy with my team. However, they soon fell and somehow I was batting, with pads that reached almost to my knees, and no box. But gloves. Was partnered with Jarrod, which was good for in true smoking, and drinking at the wicket style, he was moving quickly to 50 runs. Nice one. I managed to score five singles, before holing out(?) and been forced to be the runner for Jarrod until he got out. Our team declared on 52, and then, like a clever greedy bastard who had all the fun of batting and then fleeing I left.
For I had paintball to go to.
Oh yes, the day had dawned sunny, and thus my hung over state (continued) had not really appreciated running around on a cricket pitch for 45 mins, and was clearly in need of more liquids. Instead it was paintball time.
What type of paintball, nothing but the finest in History v Political Science Paintball action. Drove home for a quick “get into old clothes” and waited for Nic and diesel power to heave into view. Onwards to MacClean’s island. Note: There is no island. What a crock.
Anyway, passed the ultimate game, and kept on driving Thelma, for we were going to top gun, for, um whoever organised it had decided this would be the way. Good choice for it was much better run than the ultimate game. And was run by some good keen paint ballers as opposed to the psycho Michigan militia paint ballers at the ultimate game. It meant that the game was much better run, organised and generally good’er than games played at the ultimate game.
POLS as you would suspect kicked arse, eventually winning 83-42. Sucks to the historians. They fought a good fight, but as mentioned sucked.
Nic, George, Claire and I, even made a somewhat organised push to the enemy flag at some stage using all sorts of cunning tricks, covering fire, good decisions etc. Only to be let down at the last when we discovered that the enemy flag was not at the enemy base. Were eventually victorious.
Back to the historian’s flat for BBQ action, just in time for the sun to vanish and the cold to come. Did BBQ sizzlers. Was good.
Home to Shawshank redemption action crossed with 007 The world is not enough (I’m not sure if I can take a mad media mogul seriously as a bond villain. I know the point or rather the rationale, but it just isn’t actually that scary to see a guy traipsing around laughing like an evil genius as he changes the headlines. Just not really villain-esque.
Back to the BBQ later for some going to the JP. Was appalled to see people drinking large number of shakers without me. My list of preferred poisons is notoriously short, but shakers make it on every list. Normally they are a one man band, or perhaps a one TBALC band, (although there were more at the I am a losers party, which was good to see)
But noooooo. Last night saw all shakers all the time. The culprits have been identified and the next time (hopefully distant future) that I’m drinking, I’m taking that lot and its shaker action to town.
Home, again, via the Big Screen action, to see if it was over. Which it was. Home to see if Arc was still on the couch where I left him when I went to move POLS drinkers. He wasn’t which is probably good as it was now 0130, and watched the end of shawshank cunning recorded for just such a ploy.
Buh. There you go.
For things like these:
Check out the back pack of communication thingy o'doom. With helmet, and wrist phone action. Tis mighty, and I think it is solar powered. I know I am.
Ah yes, the Period 3 gene, which may influence the getting up in the morning, or staying up in the evening. Behold the Beeb.
Also, Firebird 0.7 and Thunderbird 0.3 are out and about.
Oh yeah baby.
Scientists in North Carolina have built a brain implant that lets monkeys control a robotic arm with their thoughts.
There will be no one to stop us, this time.
At 0430 tomorrow morning there will also be nothing to stop me. Or rather, a lot to stop me. Which sucks. For I will be sleeping, but some evil bastard from Methven is going to call me, and wake me up. See I told you he was a bastard. He will be doing it for pecuniary gain as well which makes it worse. Then I get to drive to Methven.
To kill him. Once that has been sorted out, by now around 0600(?) I will then flee the scene of the crime in a hot air balloon. Mwahahahah, they'll never take me alive.
Sara, who is cunning, thought it would be a good idea if we took her mother Hot Air ballooning for her birthday. Not too shabby I thought. She then tricked me in to saying I would go to.
Sara: Do you want to go Hot Air Ballooning?
Me: Yes.
Sara: With my Mum?
Me: Yeah alright.
Sara: We have to be there at 0600....
Me: WTF? 0600. Oh alright.
Sara: We have to be in Methven (1.25 hours away) at 0600.... We have to leave here at 0445.
Me: The hell you say? We have to leave at 0445? That is, in the morning? Hmmm. Riiiiight. Well I guess so. You'll get up at about 0400 and mess around for awhile then kick me at 0441 and I'll be good to walk out the door at 0445. Sweet.
Sara: Hmmm.
Now, closer to the time 0440 seems very silly. However I think that Hot Air Ballooning is going to kick arse, especially as the weather is looking pretty nice, clear etc. Which I must assume is all good for floating around in the air. Nic also appears to get to come as Sara's mums friend has had to pull out and it's his birthday. So, we won't find him in a club.
Foo.
Hmm, after finding those lyrics to Robot v Monkey, I must show and tell the band that sings it, Lungs of a Giant
Meta filter shows us how much alcamahol we have drunk. And it is some.
I think that today's PVPonline cartoon is one of the best in a while. Not for comedic value, but rather for just the skills of an artist (this is a reference to Trogdor. If you don't know why it is funny you MUST watch Trogdor. Pop culture references (of which I am a fan) are not generally spelt out like this, but I'm here to help.)
Oh, and this screen is truely bigger than Ben Hur, BIG I tells you. Mmmm 10 screen action.
Also, after watching it last night, and seeing it pop up on Fark, behold, the entire script to the Big Lebowski... more of a screen play, but anyway.
Also, Terry Pratchett has a new book, Monstrous Regiment, and the important thing to note here is how lucky we in NZ are to get UK book cover art. That was the UK cover, and this is the ucky American cover. I have noticed this before, but damn, it is still worth appreciating. Especially on the Feist and Gemmell books. (James, check out a new Druss "the legend" book, White Wolf.
In case you were wondering, the answer to how many scientists does it take to redress the mummiffied corpse of Lenin turns out to be one dozen. Good to know.
Grim Fandango makes it to number seven in the most underratted games on GameSpy. I liked it a lot, even if we did need to patch it to cope with a too fast computer?!? Alone in the Dark (soon to be a movie) is in at 23, and makes me feel auld skool with a capital old, as I remember it, back in 1992. It scared me then, although I can't remember the name of the guy whose computer I played it on. Really, not a clue.
Codename: Eagle makes it as number 20. Anyone that doesn't know what this game is should go read their comments. Especially players of BF1942. Ahhh it was a great game. It was awsome, it was really buggy, but I played it at FCC and it ruled. It is just as they say it was. Like 1942, but a lot faster and funner. The motorcycles were insane, the blimp was awsome, and the gyrocopter was death on wheels, but it was awsome. It was excellent. And you all missed it. Suck. One of my picks, Battlezone makes it into honourable mention.
If you scroll down some on the right hand side there is something cool. Well actually a lot of it is interesting, but the idea of a mobile phone photo printer at least answers my questions of what, really do you do with the photos.
Sara bought me a camera from the Bloc auction. She rules. She also now admits (honestly) that I RULE for getting the lens onto the camera after Emma claimed it didn't work. I ROCK. However, she thought we both sucked as it took her about one second, as opposed to my many seconds, and Emma's incomplete.
Speaking of incomplete, this post no longer is.
This just in Harvard Man sucks real bad. REAL bad.
This also just in WHITE CHOCOLATE M&M's rule real good. REAL good.
I don't like M&Ms, but white chocolate is a diffferent story. It wasn't a good time with white chocolate maltesers, at which I was sad. But white chocolate M&M's. Hold the phone. That my friends is a good time.
Carry on.
I am soooo going home after this.
So Mneme no accent for her in foreign climes, has got a job. And more power to her. Bring them down from the inside I say. And I went and had a look at the site of her employers. And I wanted a map. But I looked at the security info, because, well I guess you need to know your enemy.
And what do I find? Under "Item not permitted" but:
Other items, such as sharp implements like scissors and knives, are not permitted to be brought into the building by members of the public. They are be cloaked by security officers and a receipt issued. These items may be collected from the security cloaking area when visitors leave the building, by presenting the receipt.
"They are be cloaked"? They are be cloaked indeed.
They get it right later on with:
Mobile phones and cameras are not permitted in either Chamber. These must be cloaked at the cloaking area in the central public gallery on the first floor.
But still. Where can I get a cloaking area, and how much do they cost?
Whilst looking at Cloaking (I am bored, did I mention that?) I found me some good old fashioned geekiness. Behold Star Trek vs Star Wars (.net), speciffically in this case the ST v SW cloaking debate. (Do we see any cloaked ships in SW ever?)
Yeah, I "won" another auction on eBay. Sweet. I didn't get to use paypal to err pay my, err pal? But I did use bidpay. It seems like a good system, and is easier to sign up and use than paypal. But probably not as good in the long run. For one off things it is definitly wang.
The fact that someone managed to hack into valve and steal the code for Half Life 2 is some interesting. What is more interesting, and more worth our respect is that Harlequin worked there, and now works somewhere else and is leet graphics dude. Yes yes.
Fark has some excellent "headlines we would like to see."
The headline "Elite soldiers cut loose to save helicopter" is not good for aforementioned elite soldiers I'm thinking.
Nope. They die (as you do when falling 180m to the ocean below) I like the quote:
Wearing full battle gear and carrying weapons, the men would have sunk instantly after being killed on impact.
Sweet. Now, I'm sure (and they tell me) that when the helicopter is in trouble (was hit by a wind gust) that cutting the cables is the normal thing to do. But really... do you think it was likely to help much? I guess they lost the weight, and this is prbably good, but Damn. I'd be pissed off.
On that note (a note regarding squaddies) Dan is apparently up for interview one in the game of soldiers, and we wish him good luck. And hope their is no buggering.
Clarification of hypocrisy.
The Political Science postgrads recently released a document claiming their innocence after the breakdown of peaceful negotiations between the Political Science department and the History department. Unfortunately for international observers, brokers of peace and wild hippy love, and the public in general, this document was full of errors, propaganda and barely-disguised lies. While sadly acknowledging the inevitability and necessity of this war for freedom, this document is an attempt to correct some of the errors that the Political Science postgrads have put forward.
One of the most controversial passages within this inflammatory article was in para 2, and read:
‘We are now faced with an arrogant, barbaric aggressor whose godless ways and decadent lifestyle has become such a blight upon campus that it can no longer be tolerated. We feel that there mere existence of the historians is an insult to God and all right minded people, who are sick and tired of it. We unfortunately feel the issue must be resolved lest the conflict escalate any further. You will be smote.’
There are several contradictions within this paragraph. On one hand the political science postgrads claim that it the historian who is the aggressive, ‘barbaric’ race, while on the other hand claiming that the time has come to ‘smote’, or end, the ‘existence of historians’. It would appear that the political science postgrads are attempting to justify their proposed genocide of historians by claiming that it is the historian who is aggressive. There has not been such open, snarling hypocrisy since Donald Rumsfeld. History has shown, however, that it is the political science department which is the aggressive, abrasive and dangerous academic department within the university (the law school doesn’t count – they might sue). We remember our fallen brothers and sisters from the now defunct mass communication and journalism departments who tried appeasement as an attempt to starve off the rabid desire of conquest held deep by all political scientists. We remember their fate and stand tall with resolve. We shall not forget. We shall not fall.
It is unfortunate that our former allies have lost their once proud reputation of integrity, strength and justice. We stood side by side against the accountants, economists and philosophers in battles past, steadfastly demanding the right to self-determination. We were surprised, by the decision of the political scientists to strike out on their own. Nevertheless we respected their position. We were concerned that we might be picked off one at a time by bigger, nastier, meaner departments. Indeed, it appears as though this fear was justified. The political scientists were corrupted and bought out by our (once shared) nemesis – the Coalition of the Commerce Faculties. It is well known that accountants hate historians. They sign petitions and vent their rage that we get to study people, events, structures and mentalities, while they get to study numbers. It is a jealousy that is deep and encompassing. The world knows too, of the secret alliance between our one-time allies, partners and friends – the political science department, and the accountants. This ‘secret’ has been obvious since the political science department moved in with the accountants in the Commerce Building. You have become what we once fought against. The once-oppressed have become the tyrants. Shame on you.
Yes, we declared war first. We will launch a pre-emptive strike. We do not wish to this, but understand that if we are to survive we must strike when the enemy is weak, limp-wristed and effeminate. We have the support of the UN, of the international community, of the people. We know that the political science department has hired South African mercenaries (we’re not black!) This can not stand in our way. You cannot kill history.
[Insert a picture of Darth Vader and some Storm Troopers. With a caption proclaiming me as the Dark Lord of the Sith (fair enough) and Nic and other honours students as Troopers, on a march to occupy Mass Comm. Laugh.]
1) Lore comics have come back and they are cool. Score. They are apparently to be updated on thursdays, with this being my favourite, followed by this as second.
2) If you don't use firebird, you should, even if for no other reason but these pretty icons. PRETTY!
3) This is silly. Euro shagging Dollar. Silly.
4) CS 1.6 was played on Tuesday. It has riot shields of power. Probably too much power, for they are totally 100% A1 invulnerable. I think perhpas they should take damage and eventually wear out. But they are fun to play with. The new weapons have good and bad points, more to be understood later.
5) Went to readings it was good. Bad Boys 2 is good. Shit blows up.
Hoop, it is a happy birthday to eCOSM (4th). I thank them for their services. And their trousers.
I had something to say (loosely speaking) Um, what was it. Oh, yes, firstly NPT does much better than Quix. Quix started the journey (which yes I had already looked at) and it was finished by a welsh speaker. Which doesn't happen often.
Probably.
Netball? Maybe. We kicked arse. 43-13. Bahahahaha. Ha. Sucks to them.
Has anyone got my knee pads from soccer? I appear to have misplaced them, and feel I did it at the venue, making me a thicky. No goalie for me sans knee protecting stuff. I'm a sissy like that. Also a bleeder. (As you do) For truely, astro-turf is nasty for skin.
Speaking of nasty for skin, I have a nasty.... No I mean speaking of astro-turf, it seems that Si and I will be running around with sticks this summer. For Hockey is once more on the agenda of team him and I. With some uni students who I have found lurking around. Uni that is. Not like Nic who finds them who knows where?
I'm babbling from boredom. So I'm going to stop.
I talked to Pen today, and she is a looooon. She was hiding from her supervisor by tying up the phone line by talking to me. I was hiding from my supervisor by lying in my bed reading a book. Bah.
Damnit. What is it with my bank? First Westpac, decides to take over Trustbank. Forming the mighty (sic) WestpacTrust. Which was a short run ruse to fool people intop thinking that some of the goodness of Trustbank lived on in the frankenstein bank, but that ploy failed. Once the horrible truth emerged, they moved away from the protective shell of Trustbank and returned to the suckness that is simply Westpac. So I fled north like a bat to National Bank.
And there was much rejoicing.
Until. ANZ (NZ's suckiest bank (as voted by Me. Ben and indeed the people of the free world) decided it was interested in buying "my" bank.
Damnit, why can't they leave me alone to bank in peace. (Yes Pete, Bank) And it seems that the purchase will go through. Bollocks. I guess we must polish off the old WPT salute, and prepare to deploy it against the dirty AnationalbankNZ.
BAH.
Oh, and on a completely unrelated note: I know this is old, being on Slashdot, and other places for a few days, but Coke giving me (preferrably, but anyone in general is good enough) one million dollars in gold is all good. And tracking my can via trace buster busting is even better.
All right Linguophiles, here is a question.
Why is one - first and two - second? Three almost makes it with third, but it is not until four getting fourth that the numbers and words coincide. From then on five - fivth, six - sixth etc etc. It is all good. So how come the first few are out of whack? I want answers.