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January 12th, 2012
04:59 pm
ooops. Forgot that I installed a comment blocker into chrome (thank you Kotaku.com.au commenters for making that necessary) and I was getting puzzled why I was unable to make or read comments on anyone's LJ.
Ahem.
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April 8th, 2011
12:14 pm - weekend
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) lunaminor has inspired me to ramble about my weekend while I take 5 from an insane deadline.
Friday:
Tonight is The Lizzies - the annual awards night for the IT Journo industry. The mag I'm on is up for a few awards as are some other Haymarket publications, so we'll be there en masse and dressed to the max. I won best dressed last year and I'm hoping to go two for two.
It's a rollicking drunken affair usually and I'm assuming tonight will be no different.
Saturday:
I'll be lying on the couch, clutching my head and going "WHY?!" I'll take the time to watch shitty movies and maybe even order a pizza off the internet - my new fave thing to do when talking to people in person seems too dfficult.
Sunday:
The plan is to hit the gym at some point, but I think we'll screw that pooch when we get to it. Otherwise I'd like to think that I'll get some work done.
Christ. What a boring fucking weekend.
Current Mood:  amused
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March 9th, 2011
05:50 pm
Welp... here's the full video of hawk_eye and I running around a forest with swords (and my axe! Or at least hawk_eye's axe, as he does own that sort of thing) because EA told us to. Or more correctly, paid his magazine to. It's... amusing. And was fun to do.
Current Mood: amused
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February 14th, 2011
03:58 pm - Working for the man
I really like this job. Moving back in September was the best idea I'd ever had. But I'd forgotten that all work - even work you like - comes with that mentally exhausting routine. No matter how much fun stuff you might have done, you get to the end of a week, bump into someone over drinks and when they ask "what's been happening" you say "oh, you know - just work".
I think this is my round about way of saying that I need a project that isn't just a personal trainer and attempting not to drink my body weight in bourbon every week.
Maybe I need new hats?
Current Mood: blank
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December 20th, 2010
03:50 pm - God knows if this will work
I have no idea if anyone will actually read this in time, but I find myself both in Melbourne and at a mild loose end in terms of accommodation on the 28/12. Anyone either a) able to help with crash space or b) feel like staying up for 24 hours drinking with me?
Current Mood: hopeful
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December 16th, 2010
10:02 am - By popular demand
In all its ginger and grey glory, I give you The Supremo:
And no, I don't know why my facial hair has become ginger as I get older either.
Current Mood: amused
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December 15th, 2010
01:05 pm
Every time I grow a moustache, I give it a title. Not a name - that would be weird, but a title. It began when a friend referred to the vague collection of stubble that one day would become a paragon of facial hair as "some kind of proto-mo". The title stuck (it was the Protomo for its entire existence) and so did the tradition - I've had the Ultimo and the Maximo as well since those early days.
But this current follicular monstrosity has proven trickier to pin down in a single word - it's a remarkably ludicrous bit of facial decoration. Until today, when I realised it was obviously, the Supremo.
That is all.
Current Mood: amused
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December 3rd, 2010
04:23 pm
If I do not get to make and eat this sandwich soon, I will die. Of lack of sandwich:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/gallery/2010/apr/07/how-to-make-shooters-sandwich
You start with this:
and you end with this:
Current Mood: hungry
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November 26th, 2010
09:25 am
Continuing in my theme of attempting to post every day, here's some random bullshit.
We're moving offices today, kind of. Actually we're just punching a wall out into the newly renovated back area. All very exciting except we're busy as blue-arsed flies around here and we're supposed to be out of the office before 12. I think that means I'll actually just bugger off to the gym and work out for a bit. Then yet another Xmas party tonight. Sheesh.
Then flea-bombing the house. As we have fleas. In fact, Ophelia and I kinda aren't talking at the moment because we're arguing over who got the fleas in the first place. She seems to be blaming me, but hey - she's the cat, my money's on her.
Current Mood: tired
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November 23rd, 2010
03:30 pm
Man, just realised it's 9 years of LJ for me. I really miss when this thing was a zinging.
Current Mood: sad
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