Monday, October 31, 2005

bloody documentaries

being a bit of a nerd... there... i admitted it. I feel better now. Where was I? Oh yeah...
Being a bit of a nerd I tend to enjoy documentaries. Well, ones on topics I'm interested in, anyway. Now in the old days you had some old geezer in a cardy with a microphone n a poncy pommy voice waving his arms about in front of old ruins/cyclotrons/museums/mass accelerators or interviewing serious looking individuals who-know-what-they-are-talking-about n who were left to get the f** on with it.

With the exception of the two docos by the luscious Dr Bettany Hughes (is that her last name? I wasnt paying attention to anything cept her gorgeous boobs n wicked lips with the fullness n the smiling n the pouting n causing the drooling n the bulging n the diiiscomfit *Think Professor Frink who makes you laugh n makes you think*) documentaries no long take this information packed form.

no

Where was Dr Hughes when I was at uni? I'll tell ya.. not bloody lecturing ME thats fer sure. I mighta stayed at uni abasing myself at her feet permanently. hell she even likes the bloody Spartans!

Where was i?

oh yeah...
no longer etc
Now days you get some vacuous sounding no doubt blonde female newsreader type who does an admirable job sounding out all the big words, sounding siutably breathless with sexual excitement at the thought of a (gasp!) 3000 yo clay figure (big woop..n I was an archaeo/ancient history student n i reiterate BIG WOOP) that may or may NOT be some sort of religious artifact (dunno wtf it is? call it a 'cult or religious' object 'obviously worshipped in this purpose built shrine room' BS bs n more bs).

Then follow the 2 sentences of actual information n one shot of something interesting (IF you think some POS clay thing is interesting)with 5 minutes of weird coloured lights n montages (i think, courtesy of Team America - World Police n South Park, that 'montage' is the word) of people running hither n thither (theres a word that needs more useage -thither) with no real discernable connexion to the topic at hand. While breathlessly repeating the same shit youve already told the viewer 16 times.

THEN explain it AGAIN (what it is the show is about) once twice nay thrice more fer the dummies. Then give us another snippet of info. Then please sir MORE flashing lights with NO fucking connexion to the topic please.

In the end you get maybe 15 minutes worth of actual information that may pertain to the reputed topic. And 40 minutes of bullshit. In the old days it was called filler.
If I wanted to watch shit I would turn on Australian Idol or (when its on) Dont Bother i mean Big Brother.

They could learn from pornos
They dont piss about with useless 'scripts' or 'plots'. you want some poor exploited girl giving head? you got it. etc etc whatever you like. They know what their target audience is after n deliver it. no BS... well... cept fer the fake orgasms. Youd think the sex industry would know that women having a real orgasm are physiologically incapable of screaming. Moaning n gasping yes. Screaming, no. Not possible. If she be screamin she not be cumming.

errrrr

hmmmmm
chick i massaged at aqua today had huge tits.

otherwise not much has happened lol

Friday, October 28, 2005

just a quichey (or is that quicky?)

So while I was down at mum's I went over to my mate Pauls' n we then went down to the cricket nets near his place (you americans n canadians can just try to keep up ok). There were maybe 15 cricketers practising happily when one of thems' 12-14 yo boy pulls out a fake baseball n mitt (what girls) n says to me (who knows him narry from a bar of soap) 'can you throw some baseballs for me to catch? Dont worry - it's not a real baseball' to which I replied 'I'm not worried - baseball isnt a real game' Which absolutely, totally, completely broke every cricketer there up. Some ended up rolling on the ground they were laughing that hard. The poor kid got this slightly puzzled but determined not to cry look happening. Hell even his DAD was almost in tears.

I'm mean
I know it.

Hey rocky I cant pull a rabbit out of a hat (AGAIN? That trick NEVER works!!! THIS time for SURE!!!) But I did acquire a Gunn & Moore Autograph Series WA (Bert) Oldfield Autograph bat the other day from a 'curios and Ephemera' shop in Windsor. The kicker is , not only is it a Bert Oldfield Autograph bat (with the stamped on in ink autograph) but it is ALSO personally signed by the bloke himself on the left back shoulder of the bat. Which the poor woman who runs the shop cant have known or I wouldnt have only paid $20 for it!
for those igerrant fules who dont kno
WA (Bert) Oldfield was the Australian test wicketkeeper during the 1932 bodyline tour. he was struck in the head by Harold Larwood during the Adelaide test match. An occurrence which almost occcasioned a declaration of war against England. Bastards
As fer you f**** Jardine (I KNOW you went to hell you prick) I hope its too fuggin hot down there n the management is NOT allowing you to turn on the A/C... Though youre a big enough prick youre probably RUNNING the joint eh.

Heh

The kiwis MIGHT understand that last bit... the poms will... the rest can bloody well google all of it. lazy prats expect me to explain everything? what am I? an analogue google?

IIIIIIIIIII'mmmmmmmm baaaaaaaaaaaaackkkkkkkk

Well the car is finally fixed! yay me (n dad).
It has taken me THREE WHOLE $@%^%!~%!% days to get rid of all the bullshit email spam on my isp (!!!) There was so much the server wouldnt let me log on n d/l it all. Or sumffin. I dunno. Just took ages. Kept crashing n shite. So today is the first day it appears stable enough to even think about downloading some pron n updating the blog.

You'll note Ive added word verification to the comments section. Real people shouldnt have a problem with it. (that means you Lisa)

I think the extended semi holiday did my squash some good as I played Tuesday night, WEdnesday night n again yesterday n I dont think Ive hit the ball better since I started playing again. good solid contact through the shot n I seem to be timing it better. Felt like I was 24 again (remember those floggings I gave you rockape? hmmm? those lil floggings? yeah.. Notice I wasnt stupid enough to try playing footy with you though!!)When I was 24 I think I was playing about as well as I can remember - I was taking a former professional to 5 sets every game so it was all good heh. Of course I am not getting around as well as I did then but atleast I feel like the ball is going where I want it to now.

While I was away I went to two swapmeets with dad. I sold 100% of the stuff I took - to wit - one helmet, and one set of 2 piece race leathers (motorcycle leathers). I threw in a set of plastic wetweather oversuit with the leathers (deal clincher n I was only gonna ask about $10 for em anyway) so I rule. heh

WEll I'm tapped for now.
anyone wants to suggest something for me to get on my soap box about feel free eh.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

so heres the thing

so I get roasted for not writing much n what do I go n do?
not write much!
heh

I know i know

But Ive been down at mums' (200kms away) helping the master of peugeots (dad) fix the stupid arsehole cheap shit clutch n bearing some previous dickhead decided to fit instead of genuine quality parts. arsehole. someone (who obviously sniffed a profit) decided that (during the stewardship of the previous owner) my car needed to have the gearbox out n 'fixed' This is a DECIDEDLY (i know I'm using the word a lot) rare procedure on a peugeot. Unless youre a moron who puts auto fluid in a manual box (seen that - couldnt believe it n they STILL got the nearly 400kms to our dealership b4 it expired). So while they had the box out they changed the clutchplate, pressure plate and the bearing. With cheap shite. There was probably ZERO wrong with the original stuff.

anyway when you dont have a hoist or a pit you spend a LOT more time laying on your back in weird angles than would otherwise be the case with this job. When you no longer have an engine hoist you cant do it the easy way n unbolt the engine n get it out of the way. We basically had to make it up as we went along as the factory workshop manual assumes you have stuff we no longer have :/ damnit.

so thats where Ive been the last week n it is where I'll be til next monday most likely as I will go to a swap meet with dad on the weekend n friday n monday will be shakedown stuff to make sure nothing falls off etc.


Kassi darling I hope ya back like ya said.
I miss talking to ya - only sane person I know (I am having doubts about young Lisa.... JOKE JOKE)
Ima try figuring out how to set those settings to piss off those spammer dickheads too when I get home.

Rocky you unmentionably ugly man... I dont drink anymore. I am worrying about you mate you seem to have the red wine on the brain lately. n no i dont drink any less either heh
:P

Sunday, October 09, 2005

what a yawn (x2)

Well another year another Bathurst 1000 race. Another yawnfest. I've been a race fan most of my life but frankly these days I find it all a bit, well, pointless.
Round n round n round burning shit knows how much petrol so brain dead morons can wave holden or ford flags at each other safe in the knowledge that they dont have to watch any actual decent cars racing. God forbid!
Bring back the days when it wasnt a sucky silhouette formula. Bring back more than TWO sodding makes of car. Actually... dont bother. When is the next round of the World Rally Championship? Good...

And as for the World eleven Versus Australia. What a farce that has turned out to be! They could have picked another Australian side that would have given our senior team a better run! If that is the BEST the best in the world can do it is no wonder we kick shit out of everyone most of the time. Hope they actually turn up to play during the test match. Though if their form through the one day series is ANY sorta guide it will all be over in 3 days tops.

Yeah I know I havent been contributing much lately Ive had comp trouble so sue me. N frankly Ive been totally bored. Hard to be motivasted when the only comments ya get are about stupid spammers (stand fast Walker thanks mate). I mean I know i'm boring n rabbit shit mostly but some sorta response would be nice *shrug*.

Been playing like shit lately. Feels like Ive lost any strength in my hand n wrist. N my legs feel like jelly all the time. Getting totally bored feeling like crap all the time :/

Noone on my msn list is ever on to chat to either. Fuck knows why I bother. Thank god fer porn. If it wasnt for internet porn id never see women these days (yeah yeah thats a total lie but even though I see lots of gals at the gym none of em wanna play with me now do they of course not even the gf doesnt wanna play so why would total strangers?)

Sunday, October 02, 2005

bahh exercise is SUPPOSED to be good for you

So why am I so sore? *sniff*

I went to the gym then I played squash fer 1 1/2 hours today. My legs hurt :/

This is the fundamental problem with exercise. It is far far easier to be bloody lazy. It should hurt to sit around doing bloody nothing!!!

I remember back when I was svelte (babybear keeps asking me if I'm svelte yet - I think she read it in a book n decided to use it rather than 'thin' or 'skinny'). I hurt all the time. I played squash for several hours every day, trained to play squash for several hours every day. All the training I was doing I shoulda felt NO pain i reckon. Instead I was in agony 24/7. Of course some may argue from that that praps I have not got the ole athletes' body type. I suspect a nuggety flint of truth in that. Running should be a joy after all it is what our bodies are designed to do.
I personally have never felt that 2nd wind n that euphoria runners are always blathering on about. Ever. Never. Ive felt that cramping sensation in the quads. That tearing sensation in the calves. That 'fuck me I dont think I can breathe enough to play the last 3 points' i HAVE felt. That shit do I have legs or is there a lump of cement below my pelvis? feeling I have felt.

Truth be told I used t oget a real sharp pain in my right clavical every time I ran anywhere n wasnt carrying something in either hand. this dissuaded me from running sometimes.

BTW I tried writing about serious stuff n aside from Walker (thanks mate) noone seemed to give a fuck one way or the other. So pfft I'ma stick to dribbling shit from now on (sit DOWN rocky they already KNOW I dribble shit at olympic standard). So screw controversy.

I'm hoping to have the cash to play in the bathurst open this month *fingers crossed*. I have to play a guy tomorrow who is ranked so ahead of me i cant actually see him most of the time. Naturally this does not prevent me from deluding myself I have a chance to beat him! heh. Young buggers... they shit me with their speed n eyes that work n n n natural timing (come to think.. I never had much in the way of natural timing - I sometimes wonder how good I coulda BEEN if I had even a drop of sports genes in me) yahyah. He is gonna brain me but I hope to teach him a modicum of respect for his elders. I then have to play the sexiest gal in Bathurst with a squash racket in her hand. *sigh* hard to concentrate. too hard. very very hard. I'd like to occupy HER T (squash joke dont trouble yerself if you dont get it).


oh well

Hope everyone who reads this is well (all 5 of you)
N Good on the WEsts Tigers for winning the football today. GO TIGERS (I dont support them but it is always good when a NSW side beats a QLd side!!!) As eni fule kno Queensland sucks