ICQ have changed something (like cutting the landline) and so ICQ on Miranda was broken for me this morning. Si pointed out I needed me some IcqOscarJ Protocol updating. And now we’re good to go. You might need it too.
People often say to me “Where are those bitches? What happened to their blogs? Don’t they love me anymore?” And I say to them “No, they moved to Chechnya. And married your best friend. And killed your dog… And ate it.” Haha, the fools, they didn’t actually move to Chechnya.
I wonder if I’m spelling Chechnya correclty?
So.
Dave has hooked up with an American. Cue funny joke – I’m thinking something about trying to get a visa… to her pants. Aha, yes, well I’m sure he’ll be laughing… or crying over that one. Well I assume it is a her.
Nic has hooked up with a Korean. He claims she is from the South, but she has distinct communist leanings, why just the other day she suggested we should collectively watch the soccer. So she is either a communist or Borg. I hope someone is watching her. Someone aside from Nic that is, he couldn’t stop a revolution if he tried.
Ben has hooked up with a Shrew. And goes out each night on a mission to tame it. I don’t know exactly what this requires, but he seems to practice his taming, and speaks in a silly archaic language. Possibly to lull it into a false sense of boredom.
Waz has moved out to a farm. True story.
That’s right I’ve been at work for TWO hours and only now has anyone else arrived. I really don’t like mornings. I just gaze off into space. Around 2, 2:30 I actually “get into” work. So I’m spending my time doing geeky/other admin tasks, which I suppose need doing, but aren’t exactly pressing.
After watching this morning’s soccer at a tiny German cafe in town with Ben and Nic I now find myself in the unsavoury position of supporting France in the finals. I don’t particularly know why, but for some reason I’ve decided I don’t want Italy to win. So I’m simply supporting the other guys. Which is France. Nic pointed out I could simplify proceedings by simply supporting Zidane vs Italy, and he has a fair point. So gogo Zidane.
I’ve had a brief look on the web for the most awesome bycycle kick that Zidane did from a pentalty corner, in what must have been late 2001/02 but alas I can’t find it. It was truely exceptional.
Televised soccer is interesting when compared to Rugby… there are almost no replays of anything interesting. Presumably so you don’t miss the action that is happening right now, but it is a bit disappointing, especially on some fouls/calls when it would be good to see it again. If there is a penalty kick ie the play stops briefly you often get a repeat, but otherwise, you’ll likely miss out. A tad frustrating. Also, at the end of the game, that’s it, it’s over, move along. No replays or highlights or anything, just credits, add for nike, sky logo and then cut to commercials. LAME. (Looks like now we’re in the closing stages there is some commentary, but again no highlights/replays)
Second Bug Polo game last night, much better. Largely due to playing in social grade, not A. Still lost, but the difference was that we had no girls on our team, and got penalised. Socks under flippers seem to protect toes somewhat, no additional cuts were amassed. Still a great workout, whole warms flailing/paddling thing plus kicking is exhausting. Ususally pretty stuffed throughout the second half.
This week’s achivements:
- Successfully tipped some shitty pass
- Slapped down another
- Tipped someone out of their bug.
- Lost by less than 20 goals
Next week’s goals:
- A goal for me
- Tip someone out of bug… without also tipping self out.
- Win :)
And now, finally someone else in the office to bother.
Anyone that may have texted me on Tuesday morning between (falling asleep at) 4:30 and (getting out of bed at) 10am – your message is lost to the haze. I remember at somestage waking up and seeing my phone complaining it was out of room, so I deleted an old text and fell asleep again. It is possible that I got the text sometime later, read it, and deleted it – in fact it is likely, but whatever it was, I have no idea. And it doesn’t look like I responded. I’ll assume it was unimportant unless told otherwise.
So last week after Mark mentioned Bug Polo, I thought, hey yeah, why don’t I give that a go? So I got in touch with Quix, he of the bug polo. Wednesday was out, overbooked, but Sunday was an option.
Sunday rolled around, and so did I. Aha, weak. Anyway, cruised to Aqua Gym, which is pool located conveniently near work, and witnessed the Bug Polo. What can I say that isn’t said by the power of bug polo DOT COM?
Well I can say I suck at bug polo.
The little boat things, or, you know, “bugs” are too sissy for my liking, and also, too sissy for my “ability to move around speedily.” Also, after using the flippers, I managed to remove skin from two of my toes.
We as a team (Daz, Mark, Mike, Tim x2, Other1, Other2) got the royal beat down 26-6, In our defence, Daz and I had never played before, Mark had played once, and Mike maybe a couple of times a few years back. Additionally we were apparently playing an A grade team (as opposed to Wednesday which is social night)
Social Night is what I’m all about in Bug Polo I’d say. Sure we can get better, but I think Social is the plan. Conveniently, Mark reckons once a fortnight is good for his bug polo needs. so I’ll be alternating weeks with him. Possibly more Sunday games although I’m not sure about playing twice a week / getting beat down by people with the skills.
The upside is that it seems like a damn good work out. I have a number of complaining muscles today, and I figure that means I actually used them yesterday (mad swimming / paddling / reaching / falling out of strange floaty bug thingy) so that is good.
It would be much easier if I could just stand on the bottom of the pool, but apparently I can’t.
*: I’m thinking Traditional “on a horse” Polo, “warlike and ultra awesome on a elephant” Polo, “Only fun if there a hot chicks involved” Water Polo and “I reckon this is the lamest type” Canoe Polo.
Hear Ye! Tuesday, 9.15pm, Hoyts Riccartown, I’ll be there. You should be too, ‘Cause saving our planet is the thing to do!
PS, People referring to this film as Superman II are foolish.