WARNING: May contain nutz!

Woof Jenkins - better than you'll ever be.

2009-07-22T20:19:00.000-07:00

July 23rd, 12:40PM.
I’m going to tell you a tale.
Cast your mind back 15 years or so, if you will. What were you doing?
I’ll tell you what I was doing, shall I?
I was 7 (nearing 8) years of age, and my one and only brother was 3 (nearing 4).
We were living out in a little place called Lara, which at the time was slowly heading into one of the first of many expansionist phases (which to this day have tripled its size and eaten into the surrounding farmland), and we were in sore need of something to occupy our time, so as to stop us killing one another.

Scene is set. Cue first act.
Enter into our little story one friend of Father. This friend worked at the pound attached to the council that father also worked at. One day the pound was overfull and a new pup came in, for which there was no safe place. Father was asked by this friend to take home this pup for a week or two, till one of the cages emptied or till the pup had grown a tad bigger.

Father was a tad uncertain about this, as my brother was quite fearful of dogs due to our previous one (a little dog named Maggy) which was one of those little yap yap yap things sprinting around our yard and jumping all over people. That dog was gifted to a friend as she had been gifted to us from a teacher who was leaving the school we lived at. She had been old when we got her and grew older still as the years went on. This is not her story.

What finally convinced father I shall never rightly know (for he is a dreadful spinner of falsehoods and can lie quite convincingly. I have never met a more honest man with stricter moral principals and yet is able to lie like that) but that pup came home with him that day. The poor thing had been found in a box near a river, its owners apparently having tried to drown it. We’d brought it home and it lived in the laundry for three days, then Mother and I went to the Vet with it.

There is an age at which dogs are allowed to go home, can be taken from their mothers and given away. This pup looked about the right size for this. The first thing the Vet told us is it was so very much younger than that. So young, in fact, that it should still be with its mother and its eyes would have only just opened not that long ago. Weeks old, perhaps, I do not remember. The Vet also told us it was a mongrel and it was mostly part Mastiff and part Great Dane (mastiff head, GD body colour and markings). At the Vet that day was a fully-grown GD, larger than me. We realized we’d just got a BIG dog.

I cannot remember who named him. Mum says KJ did, but I think she did (and is hiding behind KJ). But he was named, and we named him WOOF. This was in part because he’d bark these big deep barrel-chested woof woofs and in part because he’d wolf down his food in no time flat.

The Vet had also told us that his two front legs were in a spot of bother, and one was quite broken. They told us we’d be better putting him down right away so as not to get attached. My parents told the vet we would do what we could for the thing and if we only managed to give it 6 months, then we would.

Plaster casts for both front shins, a touch of surgery, and a lot of care. I can still remember him trying to vainly to step up the brick lip of the house he was that small. A tiny thing, all floppy head and running around silly. I remember the Styrofoam box we used to keep him in the laundry but in sight. I remember he learnt that by butting his head against the door it would slowly lever the box out of the way. I remember the old doona cover we’d used to cover the box to stop him from eating it. I remember him pulling it off to sleep on and eating the box anyway. I remember having him sit at the foot of the grey couch and silently farting when we entertained guests. I remember him getting into a whole bowl of peanuts and eating the lot, shell and all, only to throw it up minutes later.

I remember my parents (with our help) planting a bamboo tree and 30 smaller trees in the back yard. I remember him eating them all (the bamboo tree lasted a few years of his chewing, but eventually it went too) within the week. I remember him bouncing around with us, devouring every ball sent out into the yard bar one, his red football.

It wasn’t even a real football, just some cheap plastic auskick thing, but he loved it, and loved playing tug-o-war with it and fetch and “I’ve got it and you don’t, ha ha ha.”
He kept it for years, one day years later chewing the ends off it, then 6 months later it was eaten.

I remember the myriad times he ate washing off the line, presumably in protest for not enough walks. Somehow he almost always managed to get to the most expensive thing on the line, that favourite jumper of mums, my only good pair of school shorts.

I remember he loved carrots. I’ve never seen an animal so addicted to those things. Even today he chomped down as many as could be fed to him, and then some. I remember training him, feeding him, cleaning his never ending piles of crap. He has been with this family for most of my life, and I remember so much more than I’ve been able to put down here.

How he used to get out and go for a walk himself, down the same path mum took him down. How he’d sniff at the cat and how she’d try to ignore him and fail. How he’d know you were leaving so he’d climb in the car too and refuse to get out. How he’d woof away at 2am and wake everyone. There is too much to remember and too much to write, and not enough time, so I shall save it for another day perhaps.

Suffice to say that this member of our family grew old, and ill, and was unable to properly stand, and so just after noon today, moments before I started writing this, he was given an injection, and put to sleep.

I miss my dog.

Methuselah the Great

2009-01-23T07:08:00.000-08:00

and my other calypsonian friends.

This is me, I am here. But more importantly, I went to the falls festival (08/09) and it was Legend-wait for it-Dairy. One artiste who stood out from the rest, and then stood out again, was C.W. Stoneking, who is an australian artist of such sheer awesomeness that he is... words cannot describe it. Or rather they can, yet I fail them with my inability for usage.

here is him, on JuhJuhJuh.

see...

Bow the halls with decks of holly....

2008-12-24T07:31:00.000-08:00

or is it bough? Blargh! Where has this most esteemed year gone?! Time is rapidly rapidifying, and not taking it's time about it either! It is christmas, 2.33am on the 25th of Dec, and I have accomplished nothing this year, wound my way into further debt and basically bollocked things up royally without actually doing anything to do so. Woot to me! Too tired, merry new whatever. Time moves too fast. Hate all of you sychophants (if you do not count yourself as one, rest assured I may not be talking to you... If you suffer bouts of paranoia, I may be!!!) out there, yes indeedy.

See you when I go to some random music festival for new years!!!

The Kinsey Scale

2008-11-20T04:52:00.000-08:00

I discover'd a thing,
It was a thing.
"Oh thing," said I,
"for that is what I name you,
knowing no other name by which to call you."
"What," said this thing, "is it that you want?"
"Go check out http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinsey_scale I told it, and it did."

...and so should you.

Revolt

2008-10-25T11:38:00.000-07:00

It's got a slow start and if you really want to you could probably skip the first 9 minutes, but it's worth the watch, regardless of it's truth or worth.

Dude, your car is like totally just over there.

2008-08-24T20:50:00.000-07:00

I feel resigned to fate. This is not a good feeling, nor one I would wish apon anyone. It is the feeling one gets when one feels like one is being led to the proverbial slaughter. There are two many one's here. I laught at my own pitiful wordplay and continue. Forescore and ten years ago, which is a lie, I felt a disturbance in the force. It was a tiny thing that usually would go unnoticed except I was feeling a tad daring so persued it doggedly through the many machinations of my somewhat turbid mind to finally wrest it from itself and therein beheld a sort of ecliptic form of rapture, like that of Rapture, City Of from Bioshock. Dude, what are you on about?!
Well, Gentle Reader, if you are out there perusing this, I have decided to do something. I have decided to return to study of a sort as of next year. This of course means that between then and now I shall inevitably forget or change my mind or something equally annoyingly counterproductive but for now I remain resolute that I shall become a teacher. So ha.

I feel there is something needlessly horrific in the fatality of the human race. We exist because we do, we compulsively consume because we are told to. We are kept in a state of fear so that governments and big bussinesses can proffit. Many of us know this, yet do nothing about it, shouting "But I am only ONE!" what can I do? What can I do. Not the answer I was looking for mate, try again.

What can I do?
Try harder.

What could I do.

Now that's more like it. Ask yourself that and we'll see how things progress. I, of course, will not be asking myself that question, for I am happy in my feined ignorance. What could I do? A lot. But I wont, for I am weak. for i am but one. for i look for excuses, as i have been taught, so i wont compromise the happy happy lives of those around me by showing them the faults in society THEY ALREAY KNOW ARE THERE... Dr horrible is right, we are slipping.

Dear Diary, I hate your stinkin' guts.

2008-07-17T05:05:00.000-07:00

You make me vomit. You are the scum between my toes. Love Alfalfa.

Well, it's been forever and a day since I last posted on this post y-blog.... thing, or anywhere in fact and I am beggining to think I cannot spell or function quite right. I have posted somewhat haphazardly this last while and for that I am apologetic, if for no other reason than because I hold a deep and begrudging dislike of sheep. I fear my ability to retain some sense of normalcy has fled, although to be honestly honest with you, gentle reader, I do not think I have ever had that ability. I am somewhat superstitious of the occult. There is always a thing that occurs that defies explanation. The new batman movie is coming out soon, I can't wait, or rather I can because I obviously am (there being no other course open to me at this present time). Also, X-files "THE MOVIE". If you haven't already noticed, this is a somewhat stream of conscious thing, which is fine so long as its readable, but in my normal (ha) state of conscious may consign to create a somewhat unreadable or chartable experience for those attempting to do so.

[break] text in one long stream is a tad daunting and means people will tread softly and deftly round its borders till they find the pretty picture underneath, hence the dividing of textual bodies and hoping to gain some coherency to the cogs of my mind. Watched the finale of DrWho the other other other other night, really good, like orgasmically so (not that I'm allowed to say that, whoops).... I just had a hell of a time spelling out that word whoops, oh well. But anywho, I feel strongly about wait OMG i forgot, Jekyll, as in the BBC (shown 'here' on ABC) is awesome, although I have yet to see the final two episodes. It took forever for me to track down this damnable thing, and finally i have and bought it and watched most of it and it is good.

Work is a pain. The job I'm in now is still great and fun, but it's still work and as such it is a tad bit of a drag, plus they are giving me more and more shifts which is pretty annoying. I had one day off this week (today) out of the whole week (mon-sun) and they called me up and told me I had agreed to work today so there now come in and do a 9 hour shift. It hurt. I had plans. They weren't much but they were plans. Oh well, money is money and the money for this week better be good. I keep trying to work it out, but keep forgetting to do so. I have just tried to install a webcam, it is fuzzy. grrrr. I shall leave it alone for now.

On that note, the computer shat itself and shut down for no reason (or because of the webcam) so I lost my "train" of shought, such as I had one, and now must leave you.
See you when I see you, M-kittens-T

Hey, I'm in Oliver!

2008-06-18T07:35:00.000-07:00

I just remembered, the new show is cast, and Im in the... cast. It's Oliver, which I know not much about, but there is a cast list including show dates on Glenn's blog. Check it out here.

That little one with the red balloon...

2008-06-18T07:09:00.000-07:00

...make her stop killing me with her mind.

Hello avid reader of the derisive comments made hereupon, I wish to share with you a little story. In this story there is a man, let us call him Mordred, and a friend of his, whom we shall call Sven. Now Mordred and Sven went out to Crewn Casino in Melbune, parked on level 3, and went to see a movie. The movie was Prince Caspian, which Mordred was looking forward to with some interest and slight trepidation. They got the tickets and went into the cinema, but during the previews the preview stopped. The lights un-dimmed and the screen went blank. They waited. After a while the preview came back on (for that new movie where Jackie Chan and Let Li are in the same movie together for the first time ever) and they watched it... until it turned off seventeen seconds later. This happened a third time before a woman came out and told them that the projector was misbehaving and could they just hang on ten minutes. Twenty minutes later the preview came back on. And then it finished. An add started, then died.... Apparently the projector was a little bit more dead than they thought. So we... I mean they got a refund and two "we-screwed-up" tickets EACH and I figure that was a cool way to "earn" 30 dollars worth of movies...

While those two people who are not in any way representative of me and a friend of mine were at the cinemas, Mordred noticed that a new Mummy movie is coming out. You know, The Mummy (with brendan fraser but who cares cause "jonathan", the funny brother, is so much more awesome), The Mummy Returns (with jonathan), The Scorpion King (lets ignore what we said about him in the last movie and make this one... WTF it's barely connected), and now The Mummy Tomb Of The Dragon Empire (with jonathan but probably not including the mummy, which is odd, but at least Brendan is back so it really feels like part of the franchise unlike TSK which didnt). No idea what its like or what its about, but its got Jonathan, and its about the Mummy Crew, so im gonna see it in cinemas, just like the others!

Well, the story continues that M&S went to the lift and pressed level 4. Level four was too crowded to be where they had parked, so they went up a level, thinking it would get less crowded as they went up, which it did. The only problem was they couldnt find the car. Mordred careened round level 5 while Sven went to 4 to check it out, but no car. They then decided to call for security for help (Mordred feared they had taken his car for retribution of not paying the $6 entrance fee upon entering, promising to return from the ATM with the money [at an unspecified time] and pay the fee before exiting). Sven went off looking for the car while Mordred waited for security. After a while he recieved a call from Sven who noted that the car was exactly where they thought it had been parked, just a few levels down on 3. Sven called security and told them and they said it was fine. Meanwhile, Mordred walked to the lift to join Sven and passed the security Guard who had been sent out to find someone looking for their car. Because Mordred was walking purposefully towards the lift the guard didnt stop him, and it was only when he turned and saw the guard looking about for "the person" that he realised the poor man was looking for the bloke in the lift behind him. Whoops.

I do like crown.

TTFN, See you when I do so.

Proffessor T, I think I broke your poem

2008-06-12T22:45:00.001-07:00

The Road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began,
Now far ahead the Road has gone, and I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet, until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

This Path I tread is darker yet, than any Road I've trod upon,
The doors are ashes at my feet, and more will follow yet, anon,
Pursuing it with some regret, for on the path are visions fell,
Some Darkness I hope ne’er to meet.
And whither then? I shall not tell.

Mitternacht

2008-06-12T06:07:00.000-07:00

Well, Here I am again just a day later! Oh my Jolly Goodness! To be Frank, or Jude, with you dear reader I started the previous post some time previous to posting it. Unfortunately I didn't get around to actually posting the post so it sat there unfinished and unposted. Oh noes.

I was looking at a previous post from Tyre-day, December 11th, '07 (yes, that long ago) called Bears on a Submarine and it had this to say:
"Holy Chamomile-Tea Batman! It's been forever and a day since last we heard from MT!"
"Well, boy wonder, he is kinda busy, what with the being stuck in "The Bee" still with no way to contact the outside world."
"But Batman, doesn't he have a car, and money, and is soon moving up to Me!bourne?"
"You would think that, but no. He is in-fact broke, in debt (but soon to be out of it), his car's killing itself and Melbourne is odd. It's happening, he's just not too sure of the time frame. Not sure when it's happening."
"Wow Batman, you really are great!"
Focus should really be paid to this bit, which I shall reiterate:
He is in-fact broke, in debt (but soon to be out of it), his car's killing itself and Melbourne is odd. It's happening, he's just not too sure of the time frame. Not sure when it's happening.
Which I find hilarious because it is only now that this sentence becomes relevant. I am only now out of debt (almost completely, theres a $50 fine floating around somewhere I need to look up), only now back at work and earning less than a pittance, my car is that little bit closer to death having moved a whole two steps further towards death (one of which I blame on Centrelink) and I am only Now thinking of getting out of wherever I am and into melbourne.

After hating my job so thoroughly in a previous post, I have now got it back... kinda. I am working at the same store but in a different section, so I don't have to deal with the moron and his idiot co-morons who plagued my life so completely back then. Sadly I don't get many shifts. *sigh* but Dr Who season 4 is awesome! Yay?!

I have recently been telling people of a story that has come into my head of the way my father used to wake me up and continues to wake others up in the household. Instead of shaking you, or doing the water on the face dripping thing to get you up, he would wake up and as he passed your room turn on the lights then later, if you were still in bed, would grab Purr (our cat) and drop her on your face, claws out. It woke you up. His other favourite way was to get the Dog (a great dane x mastif) called Woof to come inside and jump on the bed... You very quickly learned to get out of bed when you heard the back door opening!

There is a group, or composer, or whatever, called E nomine. They are a trance group, german, and are better than the beer drinking "chalice" of sheep (Ram's-Stein... get it?). Das Tier in Mir and Mitternacht are my favourite songs, check them out below!

Nice? I thought so. Anywho, Radio is going and is still fun, listen in in G-Hole on thursdays 5.15pm - 6.55pm on 99.5fm. I enjoy it, even if you don't.

Gotta go wake up Steve, see you when I see you.

Botten Anna

2008-05-07T11:53:00.000-07:00

For Lucien, who said I cannot think of random stuff:
Vagina Minds Nod Jerk (it's an anagram which I have since forgotten the original meaning to)

Now, hasn't it just been forever (yet again) since I last graced the pathways of the Inter webs, and what a time it has been. For those of you trying to keep track of my movements you may have noticed that I have not been on the interwebs for some considerable time. This is due to my being "settled" in one place for quite some time. I have been in Geelong, house sitting for the past few months, although house sitting is a slightly false term. I have been living in a house which was quite filthy when I first went into it, a house owned by two friends of mine who are married and are both in the army. While they were away training to be cannon fodder they needed someone to look after two cats of theirs. I was the third or fourth person down their list but the only one able to be with the cats on the most regular basis. I was therefore in Corio for a few months cleaning this place up and making it livable for myself and the two cats. Unfortunately this place had no internet, so the only time I could access the interwebs of glory is when I was at Parents or Library, neither of which I particularly wanted to be near. This left me with no way to come here and tell you all the obviously fantastic things that have been happening since you last found me meandering around here. So I shall try to fill out in your minds the things that has have and may has/have been happening in my tumultous life. Firstly, let us examine what I like to call, theatre.

Producers, The. A play which has been on in Geelong for the past few weeks. It is not a bad play, it is by Mel Brooks, and it is a play which holds in it a chorus of which I was glad to be a part of. Now those of you who know me know my passion for working in the theatre, and know that I love it more than work, schooling, education, books, reading, movies, my alphabetised dvd collection and many other things, but that the Producers has made me almost renege this feeling of joy. I have let the polotics of the theatre company get to me and it almost destroyed the fun of the production. I would rant on this at length, as many have heard me do so, but I shan't for now as this is not the time... but next time is...

Job.
This was an exciting new endeavour by me to do something interesting and different which I hadn't attempted before, and that is work. :P I got the Job at coles in werribee and was quite happy for a while, until my manager started being a pain, and a righteous, small minded, fool of a pain at that. Oh, I'm sure I gave him reason for it. I did the job well, sacrificing the breakneck speed that was expected of me. I only did half a crate in the time it took him to do a whole one... with his two lackeys helping him. His small mindedness, bigotry, bias towards thick headed morons like himself, majory cracked logic (remind me to tell you the Red Bull vs Pizza story some time) and his odd dislike to quiet nerdy types makes me angry. And what's amazingly sad is that this isn't even just me being angry and calling him names. He is small minded, thinks "ya mum" jokes are right up there with "ya fag" jokes and both are the pinnacle of humour; he is painfully stupid at times yet every now and again shows glimpses of a person and an intellect I find interesting and fun. The up shot of all this is that I became even more withdrawn and nothingy, and because coles prefers "a good team member" who "participates in [raggin' on yo mum]" I haven't had a shift in a few weeks and really don't care. The only problem is I am beyond dirt poor and may be in for some strife if I don't find another job soon. Seriously people, I have no money means I have no money!!!! It doesn't mean I have a few fivers stuffed up my sleeve, or "I can drive there, sure, because I have some extra money stashed away for petrol", or that a movie isn't out of the question... it means THERE IS NOTHING BUT DEBT... Sorry, but there are people out there (whom i adore most of the time) who cannot fathom broke to mean exactly that. I fear too many people use it to mean "waiting for pay day" rather than it's more correct usage.

Radio has been a joy, although last few weeks have been a bit odd due to conflict with Producers. I have really enjoyed playing about with it, and have become basically not only the Producer for Don't Hold Back but the ringleader and desk-guy and button clicker and crass maker that really kicks the show off. Plus people seem to like the sound of my voice almost as much as me, it apparently gets rather formal and kinda englishy. nice.

My living arrangements have been odd to say the least, jumping from Melbourne to geelong to corio to wherever and back again is odd...
See you when I see you.

The Majesty of Rock...

2008-01-05T21:31:00.000-08:00

... The Fantasy/Pageantry/Mystery of Roll

Well, hasn't it just been a hop, skip and a jump away from forever since I last quelled your incessant baying and put you down like the hounds you are.
Things, as they have a tenancy to do, have been happening. But they have been happening, as it their wont, in such a manner that I cannot for the life of me remember which ones are important and which are, as they say in France, not.
To get the boring bits out of the way...
I have recently applied for a job (finally!) in Coles in "The Bee" and will know within the week if I have it or not. I am also doing a Radio Program called "Don't Hold Back" on Vision Australia's radio thingy in the G-Hole, so if you are in the area on the 8th, listen in 'tween 3-5pm on 99.5fm to me and a few others as we massacre the medium that is public radio. I am excited, and worried, but excited nonetheless. I am currently flitting between The Bee (and parents), G-Hole (where I'm house sitting) and Me!bourne (where I'm supposedly living). I am doing the radio thing, looking into uni, and looking into work, and doing THE PRODUCERS, so my plate has gone from empty to VERY full in a heartbeat and hopefully I'll be getting paid for some of it.
In other news, I have for the first time in a long time, worn shorts. People who know me and know me well know I do NOT EVER NO MATTER WHAT wear shorts... but this hellish weather has beaten me into submission.. that and I hadn't washed any of my clothing, forcing me to borrow my brothers clothing and wear shorts and a t-shirt.... eep!
Anywho, things are as things will be, so I shall leave you with this note...
Go to this website! -----------> www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/editorials/zeropunctuation

See you when I see you...
MT

To Infinity... and beyond!

2007-12-20T20:25:00.000-08:00

Beyond infinity. Odd.

I played a game. This game is called Mass Effect. It is a fun game. A controversial game. An almost-rip-off of KOTOR... With Lesbians!!!
Once you get past the 14 year olds getting hot and bothered over the (nicely rendered) in-game footage of their female character "getting it on" with their Blue-Skinned, trusty henchman (Who prior to this overly sensuous act has sensually melded her mind with yours a grand total of three times), the game settles down and plays quite nicely. It isn't too repetitive, in the same way that ironing isn't too repetitive (different clothes come and go but you're still just ironing). Gameplay can be fun (especially if you are evil) but it lacks the humour and general brilliance that was it's predecessor KOTOR (Knights Of The Old Republic). Good game, but they could have put more CONTENT into the thing.

In other news, I'm kinda vaguely basically almost but not quite in Me!bourne! yay!
In other other news, that's it for now!

See you when I see you!

To Xerox one's own face off...

2007-12-18T21:30:00.000-08:00

Hello world, here's a song that we're singing...
C'mon get happy...
Well I never! People demanding from me things which I would not freely give at times of great hardship never mind now, indeed especially now because although the hardship is not great it is still a hard ship of sorts. Diversity. Bah.

I do not think, therefore I am. Or rather, I do not think deeply, therefore I am ignorant. And in the majority of cases, ignorance is indeed bliss. The world is such a cheesecake of an operation that the ruling creator (or ruling committee of so-called, self professed "creators" who sat around a table in suits arguing over who should do what and why the seas were that colour and what the hell is this bloody wheel thing anyway... while the world was created by the lower-middle class behind their backs partly to spite them, but mostly because the lower-middle classes were the only ones who did any actual work and as such knew precisly what the world was meant to be) had to have been so preoccupied with the actual creation of the damn thing that the mental states of the poor ape-like creatures who inhabited (and came to believe they ruled) the planet were largely left to fend for themselves, seeking answers where they could.

This of course led to widespread bouts of mild insanity throughout the land (which continues to this day), where the 'people' of the planet were so wound up with what to wear, whom to buy it from so the appropriate label could be stuck on it and who to then parade it in front of at work, that they completely failed to realise they were wasting their time/life/energy/money/general reason for being (whatever it is). Of course, many 'people' still do this today. They are ignorant of outside matters, real worldwide matters, and are content to be so, just so long as their telly is sufficiently wide and flat enough. And they are of course encouraged to do so, by other (more powerful) people who are also obsessed, albeit to a greater degree, with the exact same things. We are a people of ignorance. We are a people run by little green pieces of paper. We are a people of bliss.

I need a bath, see you when I see you.

FYI - I don't absolutely dissaprove

2007-12-13T03:43:00.000-08:00

Here is a post from my other page, which is not a blog, A hatful of flame. A silly page, devoid of content (much like this one) yet has an important point to point out..

"Like other great orators before me, and indeed like other orators around me whom we shall call "AC's Contempories", I have begun to tell the tale of my life, with the help of TXH, THX, Dolby Digital and Sonie. I Shall soon be embarking on some crazy issue-filled life-style hell in which I write down stuff then set fire to it almost simultaneously. So I ask you a favour, nay a boon. If you work or have worked in the theatre or movie industry (whatever your job or role) if you have some crazy horror story or silly mishap or practical joke that happened there, please do not hesitate to email it to me at sandyclare@gmail.com. Thanks a bundle, and don't do anything I would!"

So, the point is this, if you have a story of any kind from working in the theatre or movie industry, do tell! Other than that, read my earlier post 'cause it's good (or at least it's better than this one) or visit this page if you are really bored... See you when I see you!

Cheers, MT.

Working Title: Bears on a Submarine

2007-12-11T07:04:00.000-08:00

"Holy Chamomile-Tea Batman! It's been forever and a day since last we heard from MT!"
"Well, boy wonder, he is kinda busy, what with the being stuck in "The Bee" still with no way to contact the outside world."
"But Batman, doesn't he have a car, and money, and is soon moving up to Me!bourne?"
"You would think that, but no. He is in-fact broke, in debt (but soon to be out of it), his car's killing itself and Melbourne is odd. It's happening, he's just not too sure of the time frame. Not sure when it's happening."
"Wow Batman, you really are great!"
"Yes, now insert some more semi-homo-erotic comments into our conversation for me, I'm too tired to do it myself. Then, when you are ready, come to the "BatCave" where you and Albert can "read the sensors"..."
...
...
"You are asking me to make you a sandwich... aren't you."
"With ham."

Yes, It indeed has been "forever and a day" since we last heard from me, or indeed since you last heard from me. I fear that... hell, there's that fear again... bastard of a thing! Piss Off!
Anyway, I fear that I shan't have a job, as I am jobless, and in need of a job. JOB! Boo hiss etc etc. But this is a minor inconvenience... for now. I foresee it becoming a major one in the near future if things are not rectified. With a Rect(c).

ummmm..... Other than that, I haven't really done much. Went to a thing, did somehting. Talked to a heap of people and made new-ish friends. I had met them before, but cemented my "friendly-ness" status with them, using something other than cement this time! (I learnt my lesson!) Also, Have been reading HIS DARK MATERIALS trilogy. It's in capitals because on the inside cover of the books (Northern Lights[re-named 'The Golden Compass' for the moronic Americans, I kid you not, then turned into a movie coming out Boxing Day! Yay!], Subtle Knife, Amber Spyglass) that's how it is written, mid sentence, where all other words are lower case. I saw, without meaning to, a trailer for The Golden Compass, and was impressed enough to go read the book first. The book impressed me enough I read it in one sitting, then demanded my mother track down the next two books (from a library) and I proceeded to read them the very next day, in an almost single sitting (I read The Subtle Knife and all of The Amber Spyglass bar the final chapter, had to go to the toilet, then resumed reading for that final chapter). The Books is good!

I need my life to stop being messy...

Oh, I'm in the ensemble for THE PRODUCERS so go me! I would have liked a role (I think I could have done quite a passable Bloom!) but really when it comes down to it, being in the ensemble, and being a bunch of minor characters, will be more of a challenge and hopefully more fun! can't wait!

And now I go, for I have much wallowing in.... self pity, amongst other things, less desirable things... I know you don't think self pity is desirable, but wallow in this other "stuff" and you will soon come to desire the pity of the self.

See you when I see you...
MT

An Overwhelming Sense of Deard?

2007-11-23T22:10:00.000-08:00

Well, well, well... Since I have last blasted the interwebs with a cannonical, or indeed connical, (or comical? surely not! Rather, it is something that is laughed at than laughed with, if indeed anyone is laughing.) refute of my latest escapades, things have been happening. The kind of things you put in italics. The Mother message was inevitably one of dissilusion and defection. Apparently I was not doing enough housework. At the house. My parents house. The fact that no one else in my entire family besides myself, and occasionally my father when he doesn't just come home and collapse from work, does any of the house work. I'm talking cleaning, sorting, ironing, washing, drying, dishes, clothes, cat, dog, litter, food... none of it. Well, food maybe, but that's usually dad. But apparently they all have perfectly legitimate excuses that I have yet to hear. Presumably 'work' or 'school'. I could argue that as mum works at a school that kinda cancels those two out, but maybe not. Basically the fact that I have too much of a life to work myself to death is the main reason behind this. The fact that I spend the least amount of time there is not only not a sound base to argue that what "little" (mum's word) work I do is enough, but by not being there to do the work I am being "unfair" (again her word) on the rest of the family. *raises eyebrow in mild confusion* (I would find this immesurably funny if it didnt directly affect me)

In response to this, and the not working thing, my mother brought up a list of jobs around the house (and outside of it for which I was going to apparently apply). In response to this I retorted with a Catholic-Defaming comment about priests and small children that I cannot quite remember not wish to really repeat, except to emphasise that it set dad and I off into hysterics, annoyed mum, and I was therefore able to safely ignore anything she gesticulated wildly about because in my (and dad's) mind, I had bested her and she knew it. Cue evil laughter.

Another thing of note is on a whim I changed the template thingy. This new one looks quite nice. Unfortunately due to my lack of l33t computer skillz, I wiped all that side bar stuff and blogroll things, so sorry if you were there and now aren't. Its not on purpose... :S

That's it for now. Off to melbourne to get my phone charger that I left there... again...
See you when I see you.

Black Stiletto Shoes

2007-11-21T16:52:00.000-08:00

Work it harder
Make it better
Do it faster
Makes us stronger
More than ever
Hour after hour
Work is never over

Indeed at times, when I sit in my cold and calculating labyrinth of inner genius, it seems that our work is never over. For do we not, as the great philosopher Max Wade once said whilst slightly tipsy at some private function, hide from some nameless dark creature of the night who is, as always, infinitely more subtle powerful and grander than ourselves? Do we not, in short, fear?

There are many things which would initiate such feelings of dread or that gut wrenching, wetting-one's-pants feeling that can sometimes be disassimilated into the simplistic title of fear. One can fear doing one's taxes for example, but this is a fickle fear and therefore should not be paid significant attention to. Just do your taxes you mong! On the other scale of things, waking up to realise that the local police have found that dead body you habitually hung in your freezer at your place of work and are at the door RIGHT NOW! is somewhat of a greater fear. Unless you have too done such a heinous thing I doubt you must worry about such things.

No, I fear that fear is a subject that escapes such meager means at classification, and yet prevails not only as a major player in our card-table of life, but is also a major subject of my thoughts in recent times. Why? Because I am consumed by it. And I'm not talking, obsessing over the cool movie you went and saw with your 'significant other' and didn't actually see most of the movie because you were 'conversating' in the back row (possibly on the floor). No, I'm talking obsessed as in bad obsessed. I live in fear, and as such it has become quite a taxing presence on my thoughts...

I got a message from my mother today. As side notes go, this is quite an aside, but it still remains within the bounds of the "fear" conversation, yet at a lower level. This is not my dead-body, gut wrenching fear. This is something lesser, but family related... Basically she sent me a txt, or text if you will, that was unsettling. "I need 2 talk 2 u. Pls ring me" Under normal circumstances this is not a huge thing, but due to my current mental state when I received this message paranoia instantly settled in. It's like when you get pulled over by the police but you know you haven't done ANYTHING wrong, but you still sit there and run over anything you might have done wrong, sometimes convincing yourself that you must have done something and so fear settles into your head and feeds you little goblins of hellish thought to deal with. That's where I'm at now. I shall call her soon and may or may not report back on the situation. At most I shall ascertain whether or not my paranoia was unfounded or not. Only time will tell.

I feel a greater satisfaction with this post as compared to previous postings. This was not intentionally an intentional thing. I did not really set out to write in this slightly different and somewhat lilting manner. I am still "blogging my feelings" and yet I find comfort in the fact that I can happily say purple covered glow stick dew with stomach ulcer enhancing properties and not have it feel out of place in the general (or indeed specific) scheme of things. As far as schemes go, this one is pretty bizzare whist still retaining a semblance of cogency. Nice.

Well, I shall move on, as inevitably one must always move on, and shall endeavour to face my paranoia head on and hopefully prove it wrong, or at the least just face it and whatever comes from the "confrontation". Go me!

See you when I see you. Unless I don't.

Just 'cause I can.

2007-11-21T01:16:00.000-08:00

Two posts right on top of one another! Oh my! I have found a post that best encapsualted my previous rant... Defrosted Walruseseseses..... it's in november 2005.

In it I seem somewhat depressed and yet i still keep up this fun and funny little ramble of side comments taht I now lack. Then it gets down into some nitty gritty....

"This is "supposedly" me, in my life, talking about stuff that I feel like talking about. But I don't really talk about ME, or what i FEEL, and I don't think anyone really does. We just show shadows of ourselves here. And rightly so, for who wants to have someone on the net know the intimacies of our lives?"

And I think that's where I have gone wrong. I have become so accustomed to having this blog that i have been treating it like a diary. It is nolonger somewhere to vent my sillyness, it is somewhere to bitch about life. I do talk about ME and about what I FEEL. I don't say everything, because everyone still has secrets and shadows (something I raised with Genn over a mean and coffee the other other week, so it's still in my head which is always good to know), but I say more than I used to. AS terrible as this sounds, I think I need to stop doing that. i need to remove myself from here and replace it with "persona morgan" who while being still me is less likly to just come on here and bitch. Basically, I need a heap of sugar and coffee and then blog :P

i don't have any energy left for now, so I shall leave you with the sobering thought that as we have grown older we have "sobered up" if you will, and that may be why we try to head for the younger generation and the younger days, to reconnect with that which is still carefree and unfettered.

There once was a man called Alex...

2007-11-21T00:51:00.000-08:00

I have been absent for a while now. Funnily enough this statement can be applied to my lack of blogging and to my general mental state. I have been absent. I know I have been out and I'm sure I've been doing something, but these last few weeks have been a blur. I am finding it very hard to remember specifics on things I did only days ago. I couldn't even give you a vague rundown of what I've been doing this last while. I can only vaguley recall glimpses of things, but not put them into any coherent timeframe. I feel as disjointed as "A hatful of flame" my somewhat disjointed and dysfunctional web-thing.

I don't feel well. It's not an illness unwell, rather a character disposition unwell. The "thing" that was hanging and looming continues to hang and loom as it hasn't been faced yet. This, on the whole, is not helping my physical and mental wellbeing. Also, it is summer, and I dislike summer. The whole, it is hot so go outside thing is not my cup of iced tea. I like the cold, i like indoors, I like computer games, like Mass Effect and Bioshock. I don't like summmmmmer.

On a better note, Producers is comming up really soon. Well, auditions for it are at the very least. Within the next few weeks I shall know whether I'm in and where I am in the show, if I am in. Hoping (but not really thinking I'm getting) for Bloom. My wish list goes Bloom, Franz, Carmen (Rodger's' "common law assistant").

I feel tired, listless, unorganised, moving but in noi discernable direction of any kind, never mind a beneficial one.

I recently, and by recently I mean in the past few weeks, re-read over my old posts. Something I noticed was that overall there was no crapping on about my sh*tty life in there. Yes, while I was at school I was a far more carefree and unfettered person. I was able to be a far more charismatic and personable person with greater ease. Now things are stagnant and boorish and so I winge and whine and generally feel like crap, with these odd moments of fun and brilliance and old-self-energy which dissapates far too quickly. I actually think I miss school. Or rather, I miss my schooldays. Back when things were easier, you could just go and do "wahtever" and nothing really mattered (not even VCE :P). Listen to me, I sound like a broken record... Where is the fun and silly in my life? Where is the energy and glamour? I am always tired, always introspective, and always sh*tty about something. Why has life so quickly stopped being about living and become a droll thing I must drag myself through? Who do I appear to be depressed? Sheesh. (I just hope I'm bi-polar and not depressed, because then I will have the crazy happy back!) :P

Anywho, gotta go before I just keep repeating how crap something or other is, because the two people who occasionally glance at this really care about stuff like that :P, and I'll see you when I see you. Over and out.

The Long Dark Tea-time of the Soul

2007-11-12T23:28:00.000-08:00

To break once more from the breach of continuity. To haul oneself from the grimy clutches and ooze back into the processes of reality.

I left you all hanging with a cliffhanger of fear. I fear. This statement is moreso the case today. i have been working but at the same time hiding. I have been faced with something I don't think I can safely hide from. I may be in "trouble". Eep! I have been putting this thing off all day. Indeed, writing this is putting it off. I fear. This is pretty awsome fear. Wow! Not feeling good... Gonna call Glenn again....

calling....

"Hallo"

"whacha up to?"

"uha"

"sitting on the couch watching neibours"

"I've never watched it before, I presume it's neibours. It might be the other one."

"how"

"I went to the doctors... and the headache will last another week."

"no, just use whatever you're using."

"yep"

"I'm fairly happy, I'm just tired and in pain."

"$600 later and the car's back home."

"thanks"

it goes on..... for quite a while....then ends.

Well, that was a fun yet fruitless distraction. Glenn is not feeling good and so I cannot legitimately use him as an excuse. Oh damn. Well, gonna go confront the thing. Wish me well... I really don't feel good.

aaand...

it has somehow magically been held off 'till the morrow! I don't know wether I am happy or annoyed. I am feeling kinda like I just want it over and done with, you know? I can't stand the waiting, yet at the same time could wait forever... I need to get out of my life real bad!

But now I'm off to deliver Cox's keys to him, he left them here today instead of taking them with him... silly silly...

See you when I see you.

We are many. We are Legion.

2007-11-09T08:39:00.000-08:00

CHAPTER 31

Chap Books - Biscuit Books - Stream that is not a stream - Still Streaming - Book Books- And we wrap it up in a vague manner

Berift of any sense of banality, we continue...
"Fine, gang up against [me] you... you... Harry Potter readers!" ([name ommited], Town and Country Pizza Restaurant) Which is a fine institution for all. I have recently committed to re-creating the mental state I was in when I once wrote things down... To this end, I have once more graced Lee's computer and am sitting up late at night (indeed I am "pulling an all nighter" before going to work) to post this. The others are in the other room playing something. Fun times for them! Basically what I am trying to say or not say is that I am tired, and as such may speak absolute rubbish from time to time as my head switches off and on. Therefore, do not concern yourselves if I make no sense whatsoever.

I have recently been in Melbourne with Nick. I was returning from Poker on the Wednesday night when on a whim decided to text nick. I inquired if he was still up. He didn't reply... so I dutifully texted him again. Luckily for him he replied, as I was in the sort of mood whereby I would have just called him anyway and 'accidentally woken you up? I am so sorry! But while you're up, mind if I pay you a visit?' would have inevitably happened. So I drove past my house and up to Melbourne and to his house. I then stayed there "chilling" for a few days and while on my way home yesterday (friday) I received a message from Glenn and Cooskon inquiring of my evening. Throwing caution to the wind I decided to join them in their escapades and soon embarked on a journey to G-Hole and a pizza joint. I then went and saw a movie, Lambs for Lions or some such thing. Quite an interesting show. We then decided (even though I have work very early) that we would go to Glenns and watch Transformers. I had originally thought to just excuse myself during this and get some much needed zee's, but I ended up watching the whole thing and then going onto Lee's comp (which I think he resents so I shall apologise to him about it) to try and stay awake now that it's so late that going to sleep would mean being late for work, and when I'm the one that opens the door, that's not a good thing!

And so another something draws to a close. We all have regrets, some more than others. Do I? Sure. Will I shamelessly blog them for all to see? Hell no! But rest assured that there are quite a few things I would do differently should I have my time again.

I have begun to consider going back to Uni. Doing two not four course thingy's per semester. I am also attempting, even though it is incredibly hard to do so, to really get a job. A real one.

Hmmm, things going fuzzy... I feel like Richard when the axe hits him :P Oh well. But other than this head of mine playing raquetball with itself I feel not too bad. Today at work is going to be a drag. Things is gonna get tough before they get better. I just have to weather them and then hide, and hide good. For now I ignore the queezy feeling the occasionally surfaces in the pit of my stomach and hope that the consequences wont be big. This is merely hope, misguided hope, hopeful hope. The truth is that in all probability I'm "boned". Oh well, it was nice knowing y'all!

Arachnids are not buts, they are arachnids. I cannot remember if there are others besides spiders that are arachnids, ie other creatures, other "bugs".

My computer doesn't work right. I got it back from where I'd left it and it's not quite right. You know those older model laptops? The ones with 800x600 screens. Where if you increased the resolution it didn't shrink-fit it like it does today, it just extended it on passed the edge of the screen. Well, my comp has decided to now do that. It doesn't shrink it to fit, it just sends it on out passed the border of the screen, causing the whole thing to be in a crappy resolution or to move the whole image in silly and annoying ways. But if you have it at a crappy resolution then it decided to cut a segment off of the right side. Now, on a normal monitor this doesn't matter because you just move thing on the monitors menu to fix the problem. But with this laptop screen you can't do that. It is frustrating. Almost as frustrating as me using a real copy of windows so it wants verification within 30 days. But whn I have it, ie when i am at home, I don't have access to the right codes or numbers, nor a phone, nor the internet. Very frustrating.

I fear I will fall asleep on the car journey over to work. I fear I shall be slow and dull witted (more than usual, that is). I fear I have run out of fizzy caffiney goodness. I fear.

Ahh well, sleep deprivation aside, I shall sign off now or else bore you all to tears with my yammering.

I do not know who I am. I cannot accept who I am. I am not happy with who I am. Go figure.

The ants go marching four by four...

2007-11-01T02:06:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER 30

Chap Books - Biscuit Books - Stream that is not a stream - Still Streaming - Book Books- And we wrap it up in a vague manner

And then there was continuity...
"None of that... or any of the others!" (Dylan Moran as Bernard Black in Black Books) And on with the show. My lips have been getting dryer and have started splitting, which is not pleasant at all. I need a chap stick or something, but unfortunately with all the moving of house things have been getting a little crazy and I haven't been able to actually go anywhere or do anything.

Buscuit and I have recently hit on an idea. It is this: We shall attempt to write, publish and perform a play. Sounds good? Yes, yes it is. It is something that, like most things I do, shall be slowly worked on and hopefully will then end up completed. I would ultimately like to take some of the funnier segments from different episodes and insert them between the main story plots of one or two episodes. Probably gonna focus on season 1&2, maybe 3.

After that semi-stream-of-conciousness post the other night, I decided to create a web site. I merely mention the streaming thingy because that is what the site seems to be at the moment. A sillier, less mobile version of all that stuff I lock away in a daark cupboard of my mind while I venture beyond the borders of my bedroom. If you desperately wish to be infatuated with my site, view it here. I call it 'semi' stream of conciousness because i was aware of what I was writing. I just did this thing whereby my brain is working but is almost streaming thought in a constant... well, stream. It is like being slightly drunk, you are aware of what is happening but don't really seem or feel part of it, like you are sitting behind your eyes watching someone else steer. Your mind and your vision are seperate. It is like that. I was writing what came into my head and focusing somewhat abstractly on it. It is quite fun to do and enables you to write in bizzare asides and tangents you otherwise would not follow. For those of you who know me, I was ultimately writing somewhat similar to the way I talk :P especially if i'm having one of those "Random" days.

After decending into the depths of my could-be-concious mind, I have found it somewhat invigorating to rediscover the ability to create beautiful pieces of random verbal distraction. The kind of posts that mean nothing but are a joy to write and a bizzare thing to read. The are like a written version of the randomness expressed in such things as Flushed Away, The Mighty Boosh, and that crazy french/spanish star-treck take off movie with Shpoky in it that me and Glenn watched one night. God that was wierd. It's that random yet wierd that can be funny because of it's strangeness and somewhat right-field approach to reality and life.

I have unfortunately, my dears, forgotten everything that I was originally going to write. This is mainly because partly through a paragraph several paragraphs ago the computer I was using died (due to me streaming from youtube the Don't Hold Back song) and this made me lose some of the writing, lose the place, the point and the plot. But do not despair, for I saw Glenn the other day and his hair is all better now.

As you may or may not be able to tell, my writing has become exceptionally disjointed. I can't think right, mainly because I actually have to concentrate on other stuff and so can't really focus on this. But things will right themselves soon. I shall re-read this and see if I can remember my point.

Nope... Oh, and on another random side note, i've started work on my novel again. And on my brother/mine conjoined novel. yay!

Unfortunately for me, as I wished to continue blathering unnaturaly, things have come to a head here, as it were. I must finish 'work' and go home and in doing so must finish 'blogging'. Oh well. I shall cease and desist my dears and see you when I see you.

PS - The picture is the same as last time... I had a pic but that was on the other comp, and this one doesn't have any at all! Oh well....

My Latent Troubles

2007-10-31T01:35:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER 29
The Journey Begins - The Other Leg - The Joys of Cribbige with a "d" - 24601 - The Long Signature - Tommorrow we'll do the Jay's - Endings

Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce...

"Forget Regret, or life is your's to miss!" (~~Lease~~ Rent) Well, it's been a while. But back I am indeed. I have spent the last while traveling to far off and sometimes distant landes (which is like 'lands', only more exotic). I have traversed and indeed travel'l'ed to the deepest reaches of the land known as Tencendor (a silly sounding name), wherin dwell the Acharites (another silly name) the Avar (silly) and the Icarii (silly silly). I travelled there for many a long while, and explored most (but not all) of that wonderful, yet strangely named) place.

But my travels were not over, oh no! After a brief pit stop, as it were, back at home, I was feeling like somewhere different. I had seen the exotic and beautiful land of Tencendor, and so felt that instead of travelling to another place, what if i travelled to the same place in a different trouser of time? So I went to a place where Adolf Hitler hadn't been born. I thought "what the heck. Let's just see what things would have been like!"... they were interesting. Gay's were against the law, blacks were still obscenely low class, someone else had risen to power in Germany and had succeded in not only killing all the Jews, but had taken over ALL of Europe (including England)! On the upside, cars were cleaner, computers shat all over our ones, cities were safer (especially New York) and Nickson hadn't resigned... All up, things were kinda crazy!

And then I came back to reality... Yes, those funny, witty, high jinx adventures were inside none other than a group of Novels! You see, gentle reader, I have had the 'misfortune' of having to quickly and rather unexpectedly move house. This has taken up a lot of my laboriously wasted time and turned me from a pitiful mouse of a creature, to an exhausted pitiful mouse of a creature. But fear not for either my health or sanity, as I shall say hale and whole, and my snaity is far gone (yes, my mind is indeed frazzaling and gesticulating wildly, even as we speak). Due to this constant state of exhaustion, I have of course been reduced to reading many many many many books well into the wee hours of the morning. I can't help it! Things are so drag-some that I have been reduced to mild attempts at escapism through literature and the occasional battle with the game Cribbige (or is that Cribbidge? Either way it is a fiendishly difficult game to play... so don't). Most of the second part of that last scentence was a lie. I just want to play Cribbidgdge, but can't, so I don't.

The world will end on the twenty-fourth of June, 3001. This is the message blasting forth from the Gates of the Pneumonic Monks' temple of Grand-(yet-inescapably-orange)-Design. It was originally ending in the year 2001, but when that passed and things didn't go quite as Kaput as they were hoping (things did go Kaput, but only registered as 3.4 on the K-Scale) they sheepishly re-worked the calculations, then repainted the sign above their opaque welcome mat. How do I know this, you ask ponderously? Well, gentle reader (or 'read-ess' for all you politically correct femenenenists out there), the story is a short yet time consuming one, and it started in Joe's Garage... or rather in my father's garage (who is not called Joe)...

I was looking for something. I don't remember what because my Dad had told me to look for it, and like most things my father tells me, I soon forgot about it. Stumbling around in this Labrynth of car parts, boat parts, bike parts, scrap, scum, nuts, bolts, blowers, busters, screws, seats, chairs, parts, pipes, flues, 'fings', crates, boxes and other miscellaneous junk/stuff/fings ('things', but pronnounced differently) that clutter up his bizzare creative space, I came accross something so bizzare and wonderful that it out shone all others in the room. It was a knot board. Now I hear you ask (in the same way I always hear such voices ask), "What is a knot board, and why is this particular one so special?" Well, gentle and frequently understated reader, a knot board is made when one is in Scouts. As a scout (or sailor) you use knots a lot. So you have a board of them should you forget what they look like or how to form them. This particual knot board was mine. It was from 1998. Now the astounding thing is what I saw on the back. I turned it over and right there on the back was my signature, preactically unchanged from what I have now... I have had the same signature since I was eleven, if not before, but definately since then! Well, at least I'm consistent.

Now you are pondering, quite possibly aloud by now and if not then I encourage you to do so, what that has to do with a bunch of Monks. The answer, genteele reader, is quite simply 'nothing'. The monks and the garage are two separate things, which I suggested were conjoined to enforce your continued reading. Well done, have a biscuit. Ultimately, you may choose to believe however much of this you wish. Some of it is fanciful, some true. Some of the fancies are dressed up as truths, and some of the truths are dressed up as ~~Goths~~ fancies. Take it or leave it, it's all in the mind, you know...

An old favourite, the 'hidden' things...

1. The Road goes ever on and on - was going to be the alternative for "the Journey begins".. oh well...

2. Trousers of Time - like the title thins, it's a Pratchett saying.

3. Cribbidge - Stephano (Count Olaf in disguise) played by Jim Carrey, in "A Series Of Unfortunate Events", mentions this several times in the special features of the DVD and once in the background on the movie.

4. The pic is from Don't Hold back by the Potbelleez. Good song.

5. Tencendor is from the Axis Trilogy by Sarah Douglass. The non-hitler world is Stephen Fry's Making History.

6. The monks are from my head... sometimes my brain dones strange things. That whole apragraph was merely to do the eld of the world thing, which is 24/6/01, ie 24601 JeanValJean's prisoner number.

7. Joe's Garage is a really good song by Frank Zappa.

8. well, at least I'm consistent - whenever I have revealed this to someone (Glenn, dad, whomever) I have always said "God I'm boring" to which they have replied varients of "well, at least you're consistant." hence the mentioning it there.

9. well done, have a biscuit - this is from Bill Bailey's stand up show Part Troll, refering to Bush's idiocity. Also, "Tommorrow we'll do the Jays" is from that too. Also, I call biscombe biscuit...

10. It's all in the mind you know - this is a favourite saying of the Goons, especially from one of their episodes (I think it may [or may not] have been "The Silent Bugle-er").

11. The quote at the start is from Rent. THere is a struck out "Lease" there, which is the 'pay-out' version of Rent in "Team America"

Thanks for watching, see you when I see you!

Ambiguous Fridge and the Magnet of Shoebox!

2007-10-25T11:55:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER 28
Drunk - The return of Sherlock Holmes - Light yet serious - Good night to all, and to all a good... wait, that's not right...

And the continuity continues!

"Hey, It's Sherlock Holmes!" (Some Random Geelong-ian) This is something that I heard tonight a lot. After some careful deliberation, I decided to go out tonight. Abandoning all prejudices and pre-conceptions, I threw cation to the wind and decided to go out with Glenn tonight. He invited me, I went. I am now at his place, typing because it is better than attempting to sleep with the world revolving right before my eyes. Also, I am ever so slightly drunk, and for that I apologise.

I felt the need to "hang" tonight, as I did not feel happy with the long separation from my friends. Now, those who know me know I am not the "clubbing" type, but tonight was an exception , and what an exception is was! Not only did I run into a childhood friend (whom I recognised right away, but who took a second chance encounter to recognise me) but I went to Bended, then lamies (shut) then 4play (steel capped boots not allowed.. but i think it's cause glenn looked drunk), then home house (glenn to drunk to go in) then room99 (in which I danced!!!) then eureka (which I swore never to go into, but it wasn't that bad. met eve and her bf whom filmed her pashing some other chic)... Met Eve, and Glenn (old friend) and Paige and a heap of people. I was wearing a white shirt, horrid looking tie (which eve told me to wear over my vest) a cream/mustard yellow vest, one of those "olden days" hats (the ones you see old people wearing or in old films the kids wear them), and a brown trenchcoat type thingy. It was individual and no mistake.

I had a ball, and Glenn had quite a time also. But he sombered (not sobered) up, and so I took him home, which is where I am now, his home. I am slightly not sober still (even though I was legal to drive him home... go figure :P ) and so, in conclusion, I have had a good night, I have hiccups that will not go away, I am still "tipsy" (even tho I am "sober") and I think I need a good nights sleep as I appear to be solely responsible for packing up Bally for the move to Werribee, as everyone else in the 'family' is working or schooling... Speaking of which, I need to get home to pack then pick up kris then paint the werib house then drive home... eep!

Drunken ramblings over... yay! Night was good. yay! havent had so much fun in ages! thanks francis! also, needed that escape from reality and the gentle reminder that so long as I am willing to "get down and boogey" my friends will be willing to party with me... yay for tonight! gonna go to sleep! hope I don't throw up... only time will tell :P ...

Is there anybody out there feeling something?

2007-10-24T02:40:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER 27
After a long rest - It's really over - Life get's the better of MT - Damn it!

Aaaand we're back!

"Logic, my dear Zoe, merely enables one to be wrong with authority." (The Doctor, in "The Wheel in Space") For me this is always a fun argument. Logic can only get you so far, because if you are arguing logically you are assuming that the other person will also argue logically or will listen to your arguments and not just keep harping on at their own. But I digress...

It's been a while, oh yes indeed. I feel as though a great weight is about to settle onto my shoulders and there is nothing much I can do about it. The Mikado is over. So over, in fact, that I shall not even grace it's presence with a {gong}. Sad, I know, but true. Oh, there will be a fleeting moment of happiness that is the celebrated "viewing" but after that reality shall rudely awaken once more and begin again it's ever ominous onslaught. I am strongly disliking so-called 'life' at the moment. I feel distanced and detached from all my friends. A large part of this is the whole living in the middle of nowhere without internet or phone reception. Also, we are moving house again, and by we I mean my parents who have guilt tripped my into helping again, not that I mind, but I would like to use my ONE free weekend to do something else besides that. I am dreading going back to my "other" work here (ie Coffee Shop) as Mr Singer aka the Russian shall be making my life miserable there. I need a new job and I need it NOW! The music prac one, which is where I get to play with this computer, is not very well paid. I feel listless and restless and yet can't seem to "go" anywhere. The feeling of wanting to skip a few months of my life is getting stronger.

I recently discovered the "spending an hour writing an sms to someone only to delete it unsent" Dilemma. Of course, mine was of a different sort. I was reading about this aforementioned dilemma when I was visited by the "I want to call but it will ammount to nothing and I still have to go back to boring home to be boring and bored" dilemma, or something like that. I was seriously considering called a friend of mine, but in the end decided it would be futile.

I think I am unhappy with "home" partly because whenever I end up there I'm always left with a list of things to do. I know that everyone else is working or schooling and probably "do their bit" both there and at the other house, but it feels like I'm the only one who's doing anything merely because they know I'm there and not doing anything else "productive". I know this is all self-something ranting and I shouldn't do it (indeed, it is beneath me. I am too intelligent to sink to such foolish delusions) but I can't help it. For now, emotions hold sway and they are not good ones... I want out.

I am tired. I want to hide, but no-one is letting me. I fear I shall soon decend into the straight-black-hair poetry-writing whiny gits (ie emo's) style of emotional bitching. I know I should stop complaining and DO something to better my circumstances, but there seems to be some internall workings of my head that is stopping this from happening. It's like my brain wants me to succeed in destroying my life and making me miserable... I seem to be sounding like a petulant child now... great.

Ah, well. All this moping aside, work draws to a close. No one turned up for music prac as they all had some muck up/pay out night or something. But that means I get paid to sit here and listen to "Don't hold back" and "Fitter Happier" and "Heart's a mess" (and "Aqua's Barbie Girl" but don't tell anyone about that one)... but not paid much. Good night, sweet dreams, and call me on my home phone so I don't prematurely bore myself to death...
We're moving house...

more blogthings

2007-10-19T20:40:00.000-07:00

I swear I'm not obsessed... Blogthings seem to have taken over my life for the moment... God these are fun!

I could definitely be a vampire.

I am from mercury.

If you were born in 2893... Your name would be Aki Vuis and you would be a time traveler (sweet!).

you are 80% a sociopath "The good news is that you're devastatingly charming. The bad news? You mostly use those charms for evil!".

your brain is 73% female and 27% male.

84% movie buff.

I'm not normal but I mostly keep my weirdness for myself.

In 1920 I would be called Wardell Oakley and in 1950 I would be called Glenn Marvin (I like the 50s name better!)!

40% emo (introspective, but not to the point of driving yourself crazy).

In the worlds shortest personality test I chose the pic of the blue wavy stuff, which said "You are dependable, popular, and observant. Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness. In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do. You are unique, creative, and expressive. You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while. And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!"

How Feminine are you? You can hang with the Guys and Girls. You've struck a good balance between girlie and laid back. You can keep it casual but when you dress up, you are as girly as the next girl.

What sexual orientation are you? You are Gay! In your opinion, there's nothing sexier than your own sex. There's definitely nothing straight about you!

I am 70% wrathfull!

My family is dysfunctional :P

The Gay childhood icon I am is... "The Very Gay Bert and Ernie! Two grown puppets living together, sleeping in the same room? They've even got coordinating striped shirts!"

In high school I was "The arty drama kid" AND "The Brainy nerd kid"...

I am 100% Bipolar (God Damn IT!)

Kissing Purity score of 86% during high school, 46% now"You're not one to kiss and tell... But word is, you kiss pretty well."

My Drag Queen name is Helena Handbasket (lol!)

I should get an abstract tattoo

I am 76% a gentleman!

68% pure " You're pretty pure, and you have no plans on changing that. You do have a devilish side though... and it will probably get the better of you."

I failed 8th Grade Math

Your blog should be green

I am TOTALLY ANAL RETENTIVE!

I make a Great Social Impression "You can handle almost any social situation with grace, even the tricky ones. Strangers often find you charming and interesting. You are often remembered fondly. Even if you're not naturally outgoing, you can make conversation with anyone if you need to. Whether you were born this way or had to work to get here, you are definitely charismatic. You're popular and well liked. People definitely look forward to being around you. Your social connections bring you a full and rich life. You understand how important it is to make a lasting impression."

My life is 65% off track. I am living the wrong life.

Your Geek Profile:

Academic Geekiness: Highest
Fashion Geekiness: Highest
Gamer Geekiness: Highest
Movie Geekiness: Highest
SciFi Geekiness: Highest
Geekiness in Love: High
Internet Geekiness: High
General Geekiness: Moderate
Music Geekiness: Low

I should paint my room purple! (wow, first my fav coulor is pruple, then I am dark pruppley, now this!)

I was nice this year!

I failed the US citizen test (my answer to most of the questions was "Who Cares?")

I am very happy being single

I am addicted (but not totally dependant) on Blogthings (the site these come from www.blogthings.com)

Fun FUn FUn FUN FUN FUN FUNF UN FUN FUNF~

I promise, I'll get a life soon... Now, off to the FINAL show of the Mikado! {gong} Wish me luck! (and a guild) :P

Still Up... oops!

2007-10-19T10:09:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I said I'd go to bed, but I was reading this and decided to take the test... twice. The first time was for what I would enjoy doing if things were 'normal' and the second time I took it for how I'm feeling right now. The first one called me severely introverted (no surprises there) and the second one said I was extroverted with a strong introversion streak... This got me interested in all the other crazy quizzes and so I started quizzing....

I am 80% gemini, I have a slight crush (which may be due to a recent break up of mine), I am the Charmer when it comes to "seduction", I REALLY need therapy, I may be extremely depressed ATM (go figure), I am a horrible friend (re-take that one! ...), I am a funny friend (much better), I am not sexy but am interesting to be around, I am very stressed. I am a creative problem solving person. I am a creative cheeky (problem solving) muse, I have low self esteem 100% of the time, I am a GREAT liar (hmmm), Borderline Personality Disorder (basically, OBSCENELY Bi-Polar), 30% Gross, 60% jealous, Kissing Grade A minus, I am DARK PURPLE (what purple are you? quiz), I am a Drama Princess, He is prettier than me, 93% manic, my inner gender is female. My Personality is Very Rare (INFP)....

It's kinda scary that of all the tests I took MOST of them were an approximation of how I view myself at the moment. It was an interesting thing, to take a bunch of random non-connected tests and then step back and look at all the answers as a whole, they somehow manage to sum me up in interesting and sometimes surprising and scary ways. The tests really do work!

I don't know whether I'm just looking for stuff to "get me right" as it were (like when you SEE things that match up with your life in your star sign or see the number 23 everywhere merely because you are looking for it) but some of these things are quite close to what I thought, and lead to some interesting and scary and even surprising conclusions at times. I know myself pretty well in some areas but was completely off the mark in others... Anywho, I strongly suggest you have a look at the quizzes, I found them quite 'good'.

Who's the President of Canada?

2007-10-19T08:34:00.000-07:00

A (small) break in continuity!

"Evil is the new love." (Richard) which holds no bearing on any comments I wish to say today but is a fun quote nonetheless! Tonight shall be a short post as I have a whole lot of sleeping to do!

Tonight reeked of penultimate.... it was the penultimate show, the penultimate pizza land supper and quite possibly the penultimate get together of the delightful crew I have been hanging with. I fear all this will soon come to an end. For most of this stuff, like pizza land and the show, that is to be expected. But one thing that is really quite bothering me is that last bit, about not hanging...

I'm not sure what it is, but in the last little while I have become decidedly less of a traditional introvert. I actually disliked it the other day when people didn't go out and all went to their boring homes for boring sleep-before-work or boring studying. Partly this is because I wanted to go out and was so used to Glenn dragging us off to some place for hours of fun meaningless chatter about life the universe and everything. But I fear it is mainly internal reasonings of which I am even hesitant to write of. But write of them I shall (as soon as I remember what they were... I got distracted and forgot... just hang in there... ah yes!)

I think I am hiding. I fear commitment, be it to a job or a lifestyle or whatever, but I really really don't want to go near it. Specifically I seem to fear the commitment to work, or at least to look for work. I don't want to look for work. I don't mind working as such, indeed in many cases I quite enjoy it, but the whole rigmarole of looking for a job from hunting the web/paper to calling to interviewing to filling out forms to emailing a CV, it makes me ill. I feel physically (and mentally) ill just from attempting any of these things. I dislike it. And yes, I used the Mikado to hide from this, merely because it was a logical step. I had just had a bizarre and rather painful break-up and to cope with the emotional ramifications went and hid inside the craziness of a show (I hadn't originally wanted to do the Mikado{gong} but am sooo glad I have! It's brilliant!), so it was an easy step to then hide from seeking a job in the show. I have therefore latched on to a type of crazy "out there" semi-extroversion that I otherwise would steer clear of in order to ignore the greater part of my life. I probably shouldn't, but I am.

Unfortunately, the show is coming to an end, and I don't feel emotionally ready to face the real world again. I still need time to hide. I still can't look for a job, I still need money, I still need time away from people associated with BBFFDDD as I so lovingly call my ex (roughly translated it reads "ExplixativeA, ExplixativeA, ExplixativeB Face, Die Die Die!") and I need to go have fun and feel like you did at school, where you did "stuff" and "things" but you didn't affect the real world and it stayed the hell away from you!

I want to just skip a huge chunk of my life and come back to it later when it's stopped being so damn painful! I mean, yeah ok this last while's been fun. But that's almost over. And nothing was solved or fixed or anything. Stuff still sucks! And I can't ignore it, but I can't happily solve it. I hate things. I dislike feeling helpless and hurt and alone. I'm feeling ever so slightly depressed now (well done moron!), so I'm going to sleep and shall see you all bright and cheerful and all yay-nothing-is-wrong-with-life-wooo-hooo! so go me! I'm the crazy friendly one whom we all love to be around cause God Damn he's wacky! Ok, I am so done bitching about my crap. Good night.

1. Title: Steve Carell was on David Letterman's show and he was talking about Hockey or Ice Hockey or something and he was talking about getting hit as a Goalie and how the other goalie's dad ran up to him and was asking DIFFICULT questions which he couldn't answer (which meant that they thought he had concussion)!
2. there are more I think but cant be botherd. night all.

Ebb and Flow

2007-10-15T03:14:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER 26
The Story So Far (again) - Beach Beauties - Bam! and the ~~dirt~~tyre is gone! - Empty carparks, empty spaces - Just so you know I hid something...

There is such a thing as taking it too far...

"I never make stupid mistakes. Only very, very clever ones." (The Doctor) and what a mistake I made today! Not that it was a mistake, more a set of circumstances, but they were fun ones! When we last parted, I was heading off to bed for less than two hours sleep. Just a qhick backtrack, that evening we had gone out to see Hairspray... well, we had gone out to see Resident Evil 4, but we missed it by 15 minutes. We then decided to hang out at Pizza Land and proceded to move back to Reading to watch Hairspray. This ended with me going back to Glenn's to Blog out in style... And so the story continues....

I was woken up by Glenn at not 6.00am, as he had decided to let me sleep in. It was early in the afternoon and he wanted to go to the beach. I moaned consent to his whim-and-a-half and slowly climbed out of bed. I must make it clear that I was in no way equipt to go to the beach. The day was the first summery day of summer, so we drove down to the beach. I wore my brothers blue top and my work pants. We left my shoes (and glenns shirt) at the steps and went into the water. It was FREEZING but oh so delicious, for I hadn't been to the beach in an age. Then we walked back to the car, got sunscreen and alcamahol and proceeded to walk on the beach again. When stopping for icecream two things happened. My feet decided to become ultra-sensitive and so the walk to the icecream shop became painful and painfully slow, and the sun went away, so Glenn was freezing. We made it back to the car, and then Glenn dropped me off at my car. The beach was good.

Now, the other interesting thing that happened was that I then headed out to GGS to say hi to mum. On the way there, just outside the mill markets, my rear-right tyre blew up. This is the "mistake" as dad had previously mentioned that the tread on that wheel was crappy, but it would do, so I left it. Now, I had a HUGE truck up my ass and had no idea what had happened. The car all of a sudden lost a heap of traction and a crazy thunking happened. I flung on my hazard lights and headed for the clear space next to the train tracks across the road from Pilkingtons. I then procceded to rummage through my boot and find the spare tyre and jack. I jacked up my car and stuck on the spare, and went to say hi to mum. I speak of this in a light tone now, but it was a really scary thing at the time. I had never changed a tyre on my own before (I had done it before, but not alone) and so it took a while to jack it up and change the tyre. The dead one was in tatters, the rubber had ripped itself to shreds! Mum bought me a new one because my spare has a hole in it or something and so isnt really safe. Thanks mum.

Going to be going to Resident Evil tommorrow, will see everyone then. Then on Wednesday I'm going to meet up with Biscuit for the play's send up... hope that goes well, then that night I'm working again... and that's life!

The odd hidden thing....
1. Bam and the tyre is gone, is a pay out of that cleaning product: Bam! and the dirt is gone!
2. empty carparks.... this is a copy of les mis "empty chairs at empty tables" and it was what Glenn and I were thinking of doing as a TAC add or something :P . Also, it is about the fact that the carpark will be empty as I have a life ie not just parking and letting the traffic go past me kind of metaphor.... meh.

Dark side of the Rainbow

2007-10-14T09:10:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER 25

The Missing Song - Title Explained - The Hollow ~~Man~~Friend - The Town of Titipu - Meiosis at work - Crashing (counting sheep) - A few explanations

My continuity shall be my undoing...

"And so,/ Although/ I'm ready to go,/ Yet recollect/ 'Twere disrespect/ Did I neglect/ To thus effect/ This aim direct,/ So I object" and object I do! Although quite happy with how the Mikado {gong} is going (something I'm going to extrapolate on a tad later) I have a 'pet peeve' which many of my nearest friends (and other people who happened to be near me at the same time) will know by heart, and it is this: While it is true that the show lagged somewhat in the second act, and that Simon Galahad-her had 'vamped' it up a bit, I believe the wrong songs were cut. Our Director, who by-and-large is a great guy and quite a comedian with a firm grasp of characterization and visual pun, cut out The Criminal Cried (one of my favourite songs) and left in The Sun Who's Rays, which is a song I'd put on par with Katisha's [cut] song (nice, but slow and it puts me to sleep). And Mr esSGee cut out half of the patter song (the better half) I am so Proud! I could go on, but it would be pointless, as the songs aren't in the show and that's that...

In the Green Room the other day The Mikado{gong} (whom I shall refer to as Biscuit, which is a parody of his nickname) was talking.... a lot. He's quite a funny character and has a lovely sense of humor which is really refreshing if you're having a bad day. Biscuit was telling the few of us there that he was a Pink Floyd fan and as such had come across the Pink Floyd synchronicity. Biscuit went on to explain that (apparently) if watching the Wizard of Oz (good ol' Judy Garland) you have Dark Side of the Moon on pause and un-pause it when the MGM lion roars for the third time near the beginning and the two synchronize crazily! dum-dum-dum! I then thought of the catchy title Dark side of the Rainbow (and was quite happy with myself), which is of course an amalgamation of the names of these materials. Then I found out that this title is a well known phrase used in connection with this whole synchronicity thingy... bother.

I have had a few conversations with Francis recently (who is also known as Glenn, but not Biscuit) and within them a reoccurring theme has appeared. As is my wont, I have mentioned in passing a 'group' of friends in Melbourne (mainly two of them, Nick & Dani) and my activities with and around them. Glenn has taken it into his head that somehow I have created these characters in my head, and therefore they do not exist. This is a lie. They are as real as Euarro's Friend or Scary-Irish-Priest if not real-er! But Glenn demands that they do not exist, which has led to some very interesting conversations and interjections on his behalf. I feel that he may be pleasantly surprised when I point out my friends to him (at a distance) when they come to see the show on Saturday...

The Mikado{gong} is going well, as I said before. We had the final Dress Rehearsal on Thursday, and it went well... After a few shaky starts with lines still a bit not-quite-there throughout the week I really churned through it over and over and it started to come together. The space was huge compared to last time I worked in the Ford (there was a giant castle interior taking up most of the space... not that I got a chance to use the castle... stupid village...) and I had a bit of difficulty fonding my way around and getting into places that didn't feel like I was six hundred miles away from the audience.... By opening night I felt ready for anything... There were the odd lines mixed up and the odd thing that didn't do what it was meant to do, but all up it went well. I had survived an audience! There was even a [sole] response to my line "Yes, it's quite usual, isn't it?" (we later found out that the voice was my mum, bless her Irish heart, so we applauded her over the phone!). Then came the crunch. Saturday was a double set of shows, with one on nice and early and then a later show a few hours later. We were there from 11am 'till 10.30pm... It was crazy... I was still feeling shaky so I went over my first few lines of my first song... and again... and again... and again... then went on stage and promptly forgot them! This caused me to end my little song several bars before the band (an occurrence which I blamed on the inability of the ensemble to remember my instructions. A re-occurring theme already in place in that song during their windmill 'dance')! Thankfully this somehow didn't phase me and I managed to deliver My Little List without flaw, and the rest of the play flowed on... My memories of the second performance of the day are as follows - I didn't mess up my opening number & someone misplaced my handbag so I was unable to 'hide' my phone during the mega-mix. Also, Glenn messed up some of his character's titles, so I had to remember what he'd improv'd and "tax bloke" is what came out... That's it. I don't really remember anything much other than that.

People have accused me of undermining my acting ability or understating my situation, a sort of introspective meiosis if you will, and in some ways i guess they are right. I haven't held my 'ability' as anything exciting and still don't really. I wasn't even considering going for B&B until Dani practically through me across a train because me saying I couldn't act was BS (an occurrence which Glenn says never happened). I don't even know what I did during the performances that was funny. Oh, there are the odd things that were originally in there like the snot joke or the darth vader, which will always get a laugh. But the improvisation stuff I don't remember. People keep saying "OH, that thing you did in ActII was brilliant!" and I have no idea what they are talking about. For me, the comedy and improv is all 'of the moment'. I didn't even realise I had milked the snot joke more than usual during the second performance. But apparently I did. I just go out there and play the character and what happens happens. Bah!

So anywho, it's late, and Glenn is waking me up in less than 2 hours to go to some family thing, farewelling someone at some place, but I may give it a miss (as much as I don't want to). I am stuffed, and have work tomorrow. I probably should have gone to bed earlier, but I wanted to write this up, and it kinda sucked my brain out of my head... I swear I trailed through hundreds of pages on Synchronicity and Mikado{gong} lyric pages... My head is trying to kill me...

The 'explanations':
1. 'bother' at the end of the "title explained" paragraph... It's partly genuine feelings of bother towards other people stealing my ideas before I think them, and partly from Ron in PotterPuppetPals... silly Ron.
2. The {gong} after the word Mikado{gong} is reference to the play, where every time that word is mentioned it is followed by a gong noise.
3. good night.

Would you kindly read this post

2007-10-10T08:57:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER 24

WARNING: May contain spoilerz! (Adam on a Cloud) - Mikado Mikadon't - Broke your parole? (The Playschool Code) - Moctober & Hair=cool - That's a wrap (the nearly final paragraph) - Not so hidden meanings... again

Continuing the style from the other day...

"There's a fascination frantic with a ruin that's romantic." Well, this is certainly correct when the world of ruined Rapture is concerned! I have recently, and at the same time not so recently, abdicated from my senses and invested in a copy of Bioshock. This is nothing strange, except that I don't own a XBox 360. But, Nick my friend does, and he is quite willing for me to use his console to house my game. SO in awe I was of this unique game that I was compelled to buy it, and would urge you all to do the same. At first glance it is your run of the mill FPS (Fairly Pathetic Storyline or more accurately First Person Shooter) but it quickly reveals itself to be far more than this... and that's just in the demo! The world of Rapture is an underwater city built in our 1920's, but when our story starts it's the 1950's and the city is ill kept and not quite right... I love the whole thing, but if I had to choose I'd say my favourite part of this game would have to be the story telling. Part of it is in the linear way the character moves through the game, part through your interaction with characters and other AI in the game , but the largest part is (in my opinion) in Audio Devices which you can pick up and listen to while in the game. If you don't grab them, then the story is bland and uninteresting (and makes very little sense) but if you hunt and find and listen, then the true richness of the world of Rapture as it is and was is truly unfolded, and that is the magic of it. If you want the story you can get it, but if you don't you can skip huge parts of it. The game is about choice (be it the choice to listen or run-through, kill or save, destroy to heal or pay to be healed another day), but ultimately it is about a rich world, and the way the creators impart this world and story... God I love it!!!

The Mikado will soon go to 'air' as the audiences come in! It is shaping up to be a brilliant show, but it needs more audiences. They will be good but we want great! So would you kindly book tickets to the Mikado and come see it! Tonight was our second night running the show in the Ford Theatre at GPAC (if you can't trust GPAC who can you trust!?) and for me it was a very good run. I only really messed up once and for most of it was really on top of the thing and just had fun with it... but I need to now remember WHAT I did that was great!! I know there was stuff that was funny that I added in just that night, but I can't for the life of me remember what it all was! Oh well, hopefully everyone else does what they did so that when the time comes I shall remember what I did and do it again!

Les Mis is still on my brain (and in my ears right now! Thank-you 10th anniversary CD!) and looks to be that way for a while yet! After listening to a couple of other versions I really think that the 10th anniversary English one really is the best I have seen. Philip Quast was stunning as Javert... Hell, they were all brilliant! Apart from Eponine mixing her accents the damned thing was flawless! I love Les Mis...

I am currently wearing a mustache and it's driving me insane! I am hoping that I can get rid of it as soon as the Mikado is over, which means that around the time I shave off the facial hair Glenn will be shaving off (or just cutting) his celebrated dreads. I think if he keeps his facial hair and straightens whatever hair is left it will look quite fetching, but he is having deep psychological battles of the "inner" variety over how this will affect his "coolness" and "awesomeness" and "smecksy-ness" and "golf swing, especially on those 3par courses you know"..... but I think he's just making stuff up!

So after all that, if you've read this far (not that I think anyone but me reads these anymore... oh well, PROVE ME WRONG!) then thanks a bundle! Now, I have to head to bed as it is late and I need to sleep, or so I'm told. So would you kindly comment on this and previous posts, and I'll see you all at the Mikado!

More explanations of stuff that the writer has subtly put in this blog post.....
1. Still using the Pratchett-like manner of writing, and each title is kinda linked to each paragraph...
-WARNING: May contain spoilerz! (Adam on a Cloud) Paying out my own title of this blog (warning that there may be Bioshock spoilers in the corresponding paragraph). AND Castle on a cloud is a song from Les Mis. AND it is sung by a small girl so I drew a comparison between her and the little sisters from Bioshock and Adam is the stuff these girls harvest from the dead.
- Mikado Mikadon't Here is a play on the Play Mikado by G&S AND the "We Can Be Heroes" character Ricky Wong's song "Indigeridoo", the lyrics of which are kinda 'similar'...
- Broke your parole? (The Playschool Code) Phillip is in Le Mis. He was in Playschool. So the parole thing is related to his character in lemis and the PScode is part Playschool hint and part pay-out of DaVinci Code...
- Moctober & Hair=cool This is about my moustache, and a play on the fact that it is October (not November, which is when the celebrated MOvember is on....). Hair=cool is the thingy about Glenn......
- That's a wrap (the nearly final paragraph) This one is merely because it is the last-but-one... I was gonna call it the Penultimate Paragraph, parodying the line from Monty Python's 'The Pope and Michaelangelo' skit, "we'll call it the Penultimate Supper...". But for some reason I didn't choose that as the under-heading-heading... meh.
Not so hidden meanings... again This 'paragraph'.
2. Would You Kindly - This is a phrase that my favourite character in Bioshock uses. Atlas is a lovely Irish man who, being Irish, says this. He is great! (PS, there is a DEEPER meaning, but it spoils the plot, so shh MT, shhh!) You can find it throughout this Blog post... Those of you who know the DEEPER meaning will realize why I used it where I did!
3. "There's a fascination..." It's a line of mine from a song in Mikado. I chose it merely because it kinda can be applied to Bioshock, which is a ruin of a city but still holds the ghost of the romantic feeling it once held.
4. Fairly Pathetic Story - FPS's are renowned for having next to no story, so its kinda a lame insider joke... meh.
5. Le Mis reference - I recently played the Wii Zelda game "Twilight Princess" and called my hero JonV.Jon (the original name was Link, but re-named a misspelling of Jean Valjean) and my horse was called Eponine (Epona was the original name, which is pretty close!)... I'm not obsessed I swear!

And Old Joke (via email)

2007-10-09T07:00:00.000-07:00

An Old Joke

A strikingly handsome young man walked into the office of a Hollywood agent with his resume and portfolio in hand. The agent reviewed the young man's slim resume and small portfolio with the care that was deserving of his fine young specimen.

"You have the very obvious good looks and excellent demeanor of an actor. Tell me, have you had any roles that I might be aware of."

"Other than the requisite high school and college plays, no sir," said the handsome young man.

"I dare say I know the reason why, with a name like yours," said the agent.

"Sir?"

"Your name. Penis Van Lesbian. That's not a name that will go far in Hollywood. I'd love to represent you, but you'll have to change your name."

"Sir," the handsome young man protested.

"The Van Lesbian name was my father's, my grandfather's and his father's name. We have carried this name for generations and I will not change it for Hollywood or any other reason."

"If you won't change your name, I cannot represent you young man."

"Then I bid you farewell -- my name will not change." With that, Penis Van Lesbian left the agents office never to return.

Five Years Later: The Hollywood agent returned to his office after lunch with some producers and shuffled through his mail. Mostly junk mail, trade journals and the like. There was one letter. He opened the envelope and removed the letter. As he unfolded the fine linen paper, a check dropped from the folds and onto his desk. He looked at the check. It was for 50,000 dollars! He read the letter:

Dear Sir: Several years ago, I entered your office determined to become an actor. You refused to represent me unless I changed my name. I objected, saying the Penis Van Lesbian name had been carried for generations and left your office. However, upon leaving, I chanced to reconsider my hastiness and after considerable reflection, I decided to heed your advice and endeavored to change my name. Now I am a famous actor with many roles and known to millions worldwide.

Having achieved this fame and fortune, it is often that I think back to my meeting with you and your insistence that I change my name. I owe you a debt of gratitude, so please accept this check with my humble thanks, for it was your idea which has brought me to such wealth and fame.

Very Sincerely Yours,

Dick Van Dyke

4 days more!

2007-10-08T08:48:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER 23

Feelings of nonreciprocating guilt - Le Mis. - Sidestepping cats of two professions. - Crashing through a barricade, the art of. - People seem to like me - Introspection aside, Mr Shneebly. - Looking behind the curtain.

So, It's been a while indeed since things unfolded in an unfolding way (as such things often do), not that these things were in any way interesting or noteworthy... but they were things, and they unfolded...

I awoke to a screaming in my head. This was, on the whole, not unusual as the previous day I had forced it to do some horrid things, but it was not pleasant. While attempting to dim the din I noticed the time on my watch. It was 8:something-something and I was late for bump in. Any normal person would have rushed up and out of bed by this stage, but true to style I was to be less (or more... it's hard to tell) than normal. Instead of a mad rush or dash, I merely sat up suddenly in a moment of realization of my lateness. Then, in an attempt to fix up one of my socks (I say my but the left one is mum's and is white, the right one is dad's and is gray), I did the dangerous thing of resting my eyes and... promptly woke up at 2:30pm that same day to a phone screaming WHERE ARE YOU? at my inner thigh. Oops.
I feel kinda guilty about that, but it happened and I really couldn't help it. I tried, I really did. But time kinda got away from me. I take my severe amount of sleepage as a deep seated NEED for sleep (ie I was really tired and sleep was a good thing, if ill timed) and therefore don't feel so bad. I'll need it for the show.

The other thing, or indeed one of the other things, that has been happening is I have finally managed to sit down and find out about the musical of all musicals, Le Mis. For too long that girl stared down from posters and refused to give me answers as to why she was so popular. I was sat in front of a TV and we watched the 10th anniversary concert (which was pretty damn good for a concert, feeling more like a play with the leads all in costumes and with Javert visibly aging as the play/show went on). It was, in a word, sublime. I really can understand the hype attached to this show. Now I want to see it live, or be in it... live.

I feel as though I have run my course, theatre wise, for now. After the Mikado finishes up in two weeks or so, I'm not touching theatre again until next year, where I'm going to attempt to get into The Producers. This means that I shall not be attempting to get into Cats. Which is a good thing in my opinion because (although I love the song Magical Mister Mestophalies) I really don't look good in a skintight lycra bodysuit built for a lithe, spring-in-his-step, sex demi-god to whom the role would naturally go to. Cats, for those of you not in the know, is a show based on poems about cats. So we get a glimpse of individual cat's lives and stories, without there being one overall story arc. This is an annoyance to many, but I believe it can be remedied with the simple addition of other (more)interesting cats. For example, Purr (my cat, or rather, my family's cat) walks out on stage. It is clear there is something not right. She is missing a lot of fur and seems to totter around as if she were drunk. The situation unfolds, through song, that her fur was becoming so clotted and clogged and burr-filled and bogged that her owners could no longer tame it. So in desperation the called for her hair to be clipped, and the vet had her drugged so she'd be easier when snipped. And all the mean while she staggers round the stage, lamenting the fact that she can't stand up straight! I'd pay to see someone slur their way through that scenario!

While I may be blogging like a master (chief) I am also thinking about important things. Things that have been torturing my very sole. I have sore feet. Toes, to be exact. Big toe on my right foot, to be painfully exact. I have tried ignoring the pain, erecting a pain barrier etc, but it keeps getting worse. Now, I doubt very strongly that it will ultimately result in anything worse than me having to cut the nail back and keep putting the good-for-you cream I've got into the painful areas on it. I'll have to do this because my feet are starting to smell dead. They have cleared the room. The smell seems to have a crafty way of doing this though. Instead of a full frontal assault, as most smells do, my foot smell disperses itself to the far reaches of the room and then proceeded to move inward, trapping any unwary persons in the room with no way of escaping it's foul odor. It slowly crushes their defenses and seeps past any barriers.... I really am not on good terms with my feet atm. We've even stopped talking on msn, that's how bad it's got!

Despite my more obvious failings and flaws, people seem to still like me (provided my shoes stay on!). Whether this is merely because I am a fun-to-be-around-but-not-an-actual-genuine-friend friend or because people do really and truly like me is something the cynic in me just wont stop contemplating. This is in no way a cry for help, reassure me I mean something kinda thing. This is merely that bastard of a voice in the back of my head that tells me nasty things to make me feel bad saying this. But I can't help but listen. For years I was not liked. For years I was tolerated. For a bit there I was more than tolerated (I was used [Harry Potter 3rd book from UK when it wasn't out in AUS yet = friend of all]) but then I went back to being tolerated. It kinda takes a while to get over that. Years of fringe sitting by myself without a friendship base OF ANY KIND never mind just a small one, has left me bitter and twisted inside. Yay! If Joss can create masterpieces from this state of mind then damn it so can I!

But I digress, I think... Oh, yes. Despite all this nagging and niggling that goes on in the inner turmoil, I am still enjoyed as a companion and fun-goer. But looking past all this inward thinking, I have got a bizarre few weeks ahead. With no work for the next few week due to the play, I've got very little in the way of ready cash. This means that very soon getting to the show from home will become difficult. Eeep! But I shall attempt to do it, then get to work, then find a better job, while at the same time look for a good agent and attempt to get into (then defer from) a uni course.... It's all too complicated at the moment and I just want to hide from it all until it's over. Like whats-her-face did in that movie when she magically grew up. I just want this next month to fly past and I'll come back to it later. Gah!

Now (as a final word in edge-ways to finish off this post), for those of you who are not savvy, or who cannot read my minds, here's a list of random happenstance and attempts at subtle allusions throughout today's humble postings....
1. "4 days more" is a rip from the Le Mis song "One day more" and also refers to the fact that in 4 days (or so) the Mikado goes to the audiences! And a continuity thing, with the previous post being a '6 days or so to go' thing.
2. Chapter 23 - a homage to the movie "The Number 23"
3. The setting up the top is a method used by Terry Pratchett in his latest two Discworld books Going Postal & Making Money. In them, at the beginning of chapters, he has a little list of what's going to happen in the course of the chapter and he sets it out like that. So each little section of story/paragraph is mentioned (even this one! "drawing aside the curtain" is this explanation)
4. "2:30pm" apart from being pretty damn near the actual time I really awoke, it's another 23 in the post.
5. "That Le Mis girl" is the one on all the posters and is always on the poster... just in case you didn't get that.
6. The Purr thing actually happened. My cat is a very furry cat. she got professionally clipped and they had to anesthetize her. She was funny (but very sick so we won't do it again).
7. Master (Chief) is a Halo reference, which for some reason always reminds me of Master and Commander... not sure how or why.
8. In the Chapter description - 'Crashing through the barricade' is a Le Mis reference. 'Mr Schneebly' is from School of Rock. 'looking behind the curtain' I think of the curtain in Wizard of Oz. In my mind it makes sense.

2 year Any-Verse... 6 days!

2007-09-09T10:36:00.000-07:00

Yes, in 6 days my Blog's AV will be here. Just thought I'd mention it now because I can't remember if I gave it a first AV party (also known as a B'Day party) and am to lazy to check. Also, I might forget to actually "yay!" it when the day comes OR not get a chance to due to no computer/internet. So, here is the official "Yay! for my Blog's B'Day!" Happy 2nd AV 'W:MCN!'

Now, on to more important matterz. I came to the realisation, as I often do, that in my hectic life and general misc of crazyness that I missed something. As per usual I check through the mundane things, like toilet paper, pants, keys. Then I move to other people, Brother's B'Day. Rehearsal. Vaccuming. Washing. No? What is it? Father's day? Nope, got him a DVD of dad's army. Some friends? Pretty sure I've caught up or am soon going to catch up with most/a lot of them. What then? Then it hit me, like an over-ripe melon... or some other over ripe squidgy fruit thing. Easter. I had missed easter!

You see, I noticed something odd when I recieved a chocolate egg from someone and my brain sparked. This is one of those moments in life where you get this kinda crazy spikey feeling in the back of your head that will slowly creep foreward while you rack your brains trying to decipher it's portentous message. Ultimately it said, in portentuous tones, that this was the first and only easter egg I had been given this year! I had completely missed that holiday. I'm still not sure exactly how... hmmm. Of course, I have had other chocolate eggs, for I love chocolate far too much to not have had some. I ate some of Bec's eggs, for example, but that was LONG after easter. I didn't have any eggs near or arround easter. Waaa!

PS: Look Lucifer, paragrapheses! love, v.v.

His name is David... He likes to dance a-lot...

2007-09-03T02:59:00.000-07:00

So two things in my life. Mikado and Spamalot. I am trying to get tickets to go to this insane broadway spectacular event. Not doing so well on that front I fear. I have finally remembered Peter's name. It is David. Peter/David is our director and I have not had much luck in remembering him or his name. Fun times.

On a different, but wholly more bitter note, in exactly the same way lemon is bitter, I have found a new past time. In recent times I have developed, due mainly to the need of escapism, a strange afliction. I need to copy web comics onto my computer. Yes, those elusive comics standing there for all to see: Penny-Arcade, VideoGame Cats, Least I Could Do, Ctrl+Alt+Del, PvP, Looking For Group, 8BitTheatre and oh so many more. I have made it my sole task of copying all of these comics into my computer. This is not as simple as you would think. It is not simply clicking Save As and copying the file into a folder. No sirreee. I must copy and paste the file name in there as well, changing any ? or " or : into . and ' and - . Also placing a - in between the date and the title of the piece.

Needless to say, this is an extremely time consuming activity. But you can drown yourself in the endless tedium of click, cut, click, paste, click click, next page, repeat. So far I have downloaded ALL of PA (it started in 1998 and is still going.) and LFG and VGcats. Of course, I have so much more to do, and I must always keep revisiting the "already done" sites, as they are all still updating. It is a constant sea of endless comic strips. I like it a lot.

So if you ever need to relax and unwind, forget and not think, enter a zen garden of pure adulterated happiness... that is how its done.

I think I made Max mad... oops.

2007-09-02T07:15:00.000-07:00

A double post! Oh shock horror.... I don't recall ever having done one of these before...
I'm sure I have, I just don't recall it.
Anywho.

I recently watched a movie. In the cinema. It was the latest (and final?) instalment of the Bourne Diplomacy, wherin Jason aka Mike Tyson, finds out his real name and then, as the newly re-named Tyson, reigns havoc mayhem and destruction on his enemies (the CIA). All up it was quite an amazingly enjoyable film, and a fitting end to a pleasant trilogy.

While waiting for this to come on the screen though (and here we are moving back in time to before the begining of this movie) I sat in the cinema. It was horrid. Personally I enjoy watching the previews at a movie. I have been known to put off seeing a movie for several hours because we missed the first 5 mins of the trailers, never mind the actual movie itself. But this movie theatre which shall remain nameless, this hell hole of a theatre, decided that it would burden us with 40mins of advertisements, in which time there was only 1 trailer that I saw. Well, there was two but only one worth mentioning because it stunned me into complete and utter gleeful joy. It was the next Umbrella Corp thriller and God Did It Look Good! Yes, it was Resident Evil:Extinction. I must say we've waiting quite a while for this one, and I think that even if it sucks in a giant corporate money-making way (kinda like Rush Hour 3 might well do) it will still be Milla being the awsome person she is, and there for it will rock. yay!

On another movie note, I went out and bought the second and third Mad Max's. I already bought the first one, but hadnt seen any of them. So I sat down with some friends and attempted to watch a bunch of DVD's of movies we hadn't seen. First cab off the rank was Singin' in the Rain. I really enjoyed this movie and would strongly suggest anyone to watch it. It is quite a funny tounge-in-cheek movie with some witty lines, crazy dancing and a fun little finale number.
Secondly, we put on the Mel Brooks classic Blazing Saddles, as Francis hadn't seen it. Good times were had by all during this crazy film. Then there was the crazy toss up between the original Producers (but we'd seen too much Mel by that stage), yes Minister (too much thinking involved), Mad Max 1-3 or Ace Ventura 2 (already seen it). We decided on a Mad Max Marathon and put the first of the trilogy on. I was blown away. Not only does Mel Gibson look nothing like himself (he was really young and kinda looked like Jake Gylenhall [spelling sucks]) but he had a better aussie accent than me! It was crazy! This aside, the movie was quite slow at starting, as these movies sometimes are, and even tho I'm sure it is a good movie, when the disk started skipping in Francis' PS2 we just turned it off. So I have not seen any of the Mad Maxes yet, but aspire to one of these days, as I own them.

PS - Next time I hope to have a basic schedule of the Buffy-thon up. No dates, just days and times of the eps etc. Will have dates set later.

Feel God Inc.

2007-08-22T15:45:00.000-07:00

FORWARD: I am so not talking about the stuff I said I would in that last blog. At least, not while sober...

I recently looked at some crazy people and they looked back and the whole thing became rather akward I can tell you. Then the crazy people spoke. This didn't help matters. They each said one word... each. This word was "fl0w". You could hear the Zero replacing the Oh. Not a fun sound. This word filled me with a strange and not unkind desire that burned me up, consuming my vitals and a nearby ice-cream truck. Yup, this fl0w felt like a pretty powerful something, and I needed to find out what.

Turns out, everyone who is anyone knew about fl0w. The crazy guys on PAcomic know, some random dude I've never met or even spoken to knew, hell even my mum had heard of it in passing and could inform me of it with great in depth knowledge (not that she did). I felt such a fool.
Turns out that it's a game, originally internet based as far as I can tell, that was sooooooo good and so profound and prophetic and professional and prophylactic that even the dudettes at PS3 knew about it, and created a much much much prettier version with cooler graphics and music.

Suffice to say after finding all this out I damn well needed to try out this game for my onesome. So I Googled it and came up with the flash version. All of a sudden I was in another world. Here was a primal and indeed primordial experience. A kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, evolve or die out, astronaut vs caveman (who would win?) type of game. Then, as it continues, you become such a cumbersome organism that you in turn must watch out for the smaller less evolved creatures, as they begin to pose a real (and fast) threat. It becomes frantic and you forget all about the beauty of nature because that beauty can kill you. All up, it's an insane but wonderful experience and if you want to try it out I suggest you go to here. As in the link I am about to post. Good luck saving your soul. Play fl0w

Room Allocations in by Friday please...

2007-08-20T03:26:00.000-07:00

So anyway, there has been not much of anything interesting happening these days, at least as far as I go. I went to Cabarettissimo the other other other day, or on Saturday, after pulling an all-night-um/er with some crazy movies in there, like "Dick" and "random scary c-grade horror movie". So basically Friday was an allnighter and then on Saturday I went and saw C. A. Beret and was mightily impressed I can tell you. Indeed it was so impressive my mother wet her socks (don't ask) and What?Oh! was quite impressive as the emMCee. Then came the party, which I was NOT invited to. This was the very first party I gatecrashed and as parties go, I knew at least half of the people there and they really didn't mind me being there I guess, they just ignored me unless to ask what the hell was I doing at THEIR party!!! But it was all in the name of fun, or syphillis. Whichever.

An update on the Buffy Front, for those few who care:

It shall be run at or around new-years, or some other point in time that gives people WEEKS off.
It shall run for around a week and a 1/2 possibly 2 weeks.
It shall have a timetable which hopefully will be stuck to, enabling you to come to seasns/eps you want to and miss the crappy ones.
It shall be at a venue that may or may not be in a school or uni.
It shall have ALL of Buffy including the movie.
It shall have all of Angel.
It may quite possible have All of Firefly inc. Serenity.
It may cost a tiny ammount to cover pizza and place and softdrink. $5.00 is arround what we are looking at but it shoudn't cost more. Hell, it shoudn't cost at all. In fact, we are working on making it so it doesnt cost, but some times you just can't.... Will keep you updated on that.
It shall be fantastic.

Next time: I'm gonna post a list of the people who have shown an interest in comming. Will also wax lyrical on gyrating against poles and how this can cause nerve damage and paralysis of masticating muscles... 'till then, see you when I see you.....

Walk through the fire and let it...

2007-08-11T04:17:00.001-07:00

So I have made a promise to myself. I have decided in my infinite wisdom to hold a Buffy&Angel marathon. Yes, I have finally flipped. It came to me the other night that I wanted to sit down and watch them ALL back to back (practically) non-stop. Firstly, I feel I need to explain my addiction, as it is a 'recent' one.

When Buffy first aired I refused to watch it, basically because everyone I didn't like and who didn't like me were watching it, so it was a dislike based on principal rather than a dislike of the show. This continued right through 'till Angel had finished. Indeed it was not until I saw a preview for a movie called Serenity that I became hooked. For I watched Serenity, including the special features, and they told me that it was based on a series. I got that series (Firefly) from JB in G-Hole for $30 and watched it. While watching Firefly's special features I was horrified to find out that this BRILLIANT show and movie was made by the person who had made Buffy!! Instead of alleviating my fears with soothing words, my friends produced their copy of season 1 of Buffy and much to my horror I watched it that night and enjoyed it immensely. A long story short: I then acquired over a decent period of time ALL of Buffy (S1-7 & the movie) and ALL of Angel (S1-5, having acquired 4&5 just last week). I am currently part way through season 4 of Angel and haven't seen it all yet.

Now this is all very new and exciting for me, so I am anxious to watch it all again, as it was a hectic race through the whole thing. I think there are others out there who would like to re-watch it as it may have been a while since you saw it last. SO here's my plan:
0. Preliminary steps must be taken, like loosing some weight or starving oneself so the 55kg's we put on during this VideoFest don't affect us... :P
1. We set aside a week or so in the holidays.
2. We get together with enough Pizza, soft drink, chocolate, lollies, (alcohol?) popcorn etc. to last us all the movies. (Pizza may need to be replenished)
3. We get a large TV screen or a projector and set up the DVD player etc.
4. We watch Buffy NON STOP until we get to where it crosses over with Angel. Then, armed with a chronology sheet, watch the episodes sequentially.
OR
4. We watch Buffy NON STOP from the movie through to S7, then STRAIT AWAY watch Angel S1-5. (I probably would prefer this one.)
5. The trick is to have enough people there that we can stay hyper enough to watch THE WHOLE THING from beginning to end with only toilet breaks in between episodes.
6. Crash for the rest of the week that we took off, so as to recover.

Now I don't know how many other people would like to do this. You get to see Buffy and Angel, and you can say "I saw it ALL non-stop from start to finish GOD YEAH!!!" but not everyone wants this. Personally I think it would be a great time, so if you want to do it, give me a buzz! yeah.

"I am Joan the Vampire Slayer!"

Play that funky music, white boy.

2007-08-07T19:35:00.000-07:00

So today I was requested into doing the most exciting of exciting jobs, assisting with AMEB music exams. Basically, the AMEB doesn't trust the students or examiners to know what the hell is going on, so they get the school/venue to produce someone whos job is to show the examiner where the exams will be, the examinee's where the practice rooms are, and then take the examinee to the examiner when the examiner is ready for them. The rest of the time I just sit and cram/study The Mikado script (which is WAY too wordy) or blog to my hearts content. Oh the joy of my undescribable agony. Indeed.

So basically I'm just killing time untill the third Pirates movie comes out on DVD as a 2-disc special edition. Can't wait to finish that quartet off and complete my collection of the sextuplet-ilogy. Good times.......(great classic hits, gold 104!!!)

Oh, I got a call from Euarro's friend. Turns out his website mussed up. That's what you get for putting your trust in wordpress. Ha! Ha I say!

Are you a friend of Euarro?

2007-08-02T21:49:00.000-07:00

It started innocently enough. I was tired, smelt slightly of gasoline, and was being driven from Geelong to Nhill by a friend of mine (who shall remain named "Less"). Less attempted to convince me to go to sleep, and being the brilliant mind I undoubtably am, I proceded to stay awake for the next 3hours and 55mins of the car trip, only to fall asleep within 5 minutes of the house in Nhill. Of course, for the almost 4 hours of conversating that took place within the confines of the car, we met someone who neither of us had met before. This person, who we new very little about, came to being during this weekend. His visit was so brief we never even caught his name. The only thing we knew was he was friends with Euarro (which he pronounced Warro, but with a throaty W sound). He reappeared a few times in the house, but by that night he had well and truly vanished. He vanished for a while until half a week later when we were reminicing about the trip and about him. Now he wont go away. he is cropping up in important conversations, in calls to overseas family, in the car on the way home (by myself), at Mikado rehearsals and at the dinner table and he seems to still have only the title "The Friend of Euarro". There is no name or face to this crazy character. He could be french or Mexican, or even english. He professes to come from "Tasweja", the small country at the bottom of Australia (Tasmania?) but this could be a blatant fabrication. He's not a bad bloke, but he wont leave me alone. Come be friends with him and maybe, just maybe, he'll stop being friends with me (for a little while at least).

You want I break his legs?

2007-07-30T09:25:00.000-07:00

Mikado {Gong} Ahhh Mikado.

Yes, Geelong Lyric (those kooky bastards that brought you Witches of Eastwick, Anything Goes and the illustrious Beauty and the Beast) are now bringing us the Gilbert&Sulivan classic and somewhat timeless show The Mikado. This production will be a somewhat "modern-ified" version of the Mikado as it is based not upon the original but rather the John English/Simon Galaher version. This production is being directed by the bloke who most recently brought us (and starred in, due to a main role becoming sick very early into the production week!) Anything Goes, a lovingly re-crafted Cole Porter classic. I have the great pleasure of assuming the mantle of KoKo, the Lord-High Executioner. This is a great role for me as it is even more all-over-the-place than LeFou from B&B. I'm looking foreward to this very much. Something I found quite charming (but which I'm sure others were quite annoyed by) was the fact that as far as auditioning for this part goes, I didn't actually audition in the true-est sense. Normally when one wishes to audition, one does so at the prescribed time, doing a general audition and mentioning (sometimes merely in passing) which role one would love to get. Then, if you are good enough you receive a call back for that (or some other) role. I missed the original auditions, and so I rocked up to the call backs. Thankfully they were a lot nicer than they could have been about my lack of organisation and gave me a call back audition for KoKo (the character i wanted) without having first auditioned. I got the role (and was quite surprised to do so I can tell you!). Anyway, hope you tune in next time for an incredibly unexciting update on what the Mikado is like! Cheers.

So you think you've got treble?

2007-07-07T05:38:00.000-07:00

Anywho, a quick thingy of questions from Ed's Blog, and here's my answers to 'em! Why don't you give it a shot???

Alrighty then, 'having a crack' as it were at these questions...
What is your favorite word? Succubus

What is your least favorite word? faggot (not the bundle-of-sticks usage)

What turns you on [creatively, spiritually or emotionally]? Handcuffs... spiritually.

What turns you off? The oh so scary PFH (Pink Fluffy Handcuffs)

What sound or noise do you love? A good laugh. One that makes you join in 'cause it's so funny.

What sound or noise do you hate? Fighting

What is your favorite curse word? Bollocks

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Librarian

What profession would you not like to do? Retail, with all that fake smiling and insinserity.

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "See, the hardcore american christian's did get it wrong... the morons!"

Still doing nothing... just waiting for the next play and hoping I don't eat away all my savings!

So Bec changed my life....

2007-06-10T02:01:00.000-07:00

Aaaaaaand I'm back, after a huge time away, due partly to the fact that I haven't been NEAR a computer for ages, and also I have been doing the aforementioned Beauty and the Beast. A quick talk on B&B: If you didn't see it, boo to you, but it was F***ing fantastic! I'm not kidding, it is brilliant and I was soo glad to be part of such an amazing thing as that show. I mean, I had an understudy and everything! Wow for me! It was so proffessional compared to ANYTHING I've had before, and has taken up soo much of my life with the rehearsals etc. that I just haven't been up to scratch with everything else, including posting. :P
Anywho, the main thing I wanted to say is that I may be back for now but may not be later, and I also have a MySpace now, which is MystycalTycoon also. There was also another more major point, which I have forgotten. Nothing amazing happening in my life but i don't care.... wow this has really missed the whole point of anything..... I am so not paying attention to this blog at the moment.... so gonna leave it here for now.... Bollocks to distratctions but they are more fun!

PS, bec was a "hair chic" in B&B and cut my hair short.....

Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?

2007-01-20T18:27:00.000-08:00

And now I'm in Beauty and the Beast. GLTC's production on the BIG STAGE at the Geelong Performing Arts Centre! And I'm playing LeFu (or is it LeFou?). On in May and I'm nervous as F*ck. I've never done somehting like this before. Of course, it's amature and so doesnt pay, but it's still good experience and god it's gonna be scary. Anywho, other than that I still have no job, no money, centerlink wont talk to me because i dont hate my parents, and i'm currently couch-hopping and officially living somewhere I havent been in a month. things are a bit odd at the moment. meh, I'll get arround to doing somehting eventually I'm sure. Christmas was a big nothing really. We had a tree.... that was it. I think I got a coaster or something.... Then New Year was with friends playing NintendoWii! yay! very fun console indeed. Anywho, keeping this short I'm gonna head off and hopefully find something interesting to post about. CHeers.

Me? Me, and a dame what sees a rabbit!

2006-10-30T04:40:00.000-08:00

Well it's been too damn long but here I am and here I am.
Little Shop was great, and then there was a big gap of nothing where I just worked and went thru the motions but now I'm back to doing plays and this time it's "Harvey" which there is a movie of J. Stewart's in it and it is v. funny....

Anywho, my life is about as exciting as a fly being attacked by that woman from Aeon Flux and then ripped into the Matrix before having it's wings torn off by the increadable hulk... so it's actually very nothing at the moment, and is more of a "so, ummm, then I had B'fast" than Andre's is... so no complaining Andre!!!!!

I know it's a buit of a nothing note to come back on and I appppppppologise for that... But Bush is to fault for it all.
Yay!

I'm a Dentist!

2006-06-28T16:12:00.000-07:00

and I enjoy the carrer that i pick! oh yes indeed, as a budding amateaur theater-goer, I have been deeply involved in making a fool of myself on stage for quite some time now, and so I have been just recently in a production of Little Shop of Horrors as none other than the Steve Martin character of the Dentist... it's been far too much fun and anyone in victoria and geelong should come and see it (call GPAC and get info) but enough about me.... How is life? Life it is good, not exciting but god none the less... there are trees of green, red roses too, I see them bloom, well... not really 'cause they are in winter and so are we....
short today, no time in the world...
hello, yes I'm still alive, hooray for all and to all a goodnight!

Did I just eat the defrosted Walrusseseses......

2006-05-23T02:41:00.000-07:00

Well, continuity's a moot point, but struggle back a few months worth of posts and you may see what the title's cr*pping on about, or alternatively there's always the spandex full body suit that comes equipt with chain and banal probe (for all those horribly banal people who express banality in the higher dimentions of "God I'm a wank!") . But putting our petty differences aside, or locked up behind three inches of lazers, steel and other miscelaneous dangerous thingies, we can all have a good time right? We can all be kind to one and other? We can, in other words, do what CJ-ism is trying to do (which is basically be a really neat frood of a hoopy)?

Welllll..... we can try.
There is somthing in the human mind that screams "Krush, Kill, Destroy" (yes, this part of the mind has a harder time spelling than I do) and sometimes we listen to it... which results in a whole branch of messy subsidised-tax-deductable nonsense that really shouldn't even be given to Centrelink, no matter how annoying they get! And so the problem persists, how to stop this nagging voice (or screaming gutteral animal voice)? Well, I believe I have the answer....
Caffine. That wonderous drug, mixed with ample ammounts of sugar and some of the better fantasy novels by L. Ron. Hubbard (hey, just cause the guy created Scientology for a get-rich-quick-scheme from hell, which involves some pretty heavy brain-washing by the way, doesn't mean he's all bad!) can cure almost anyone of their thirst for blood or other such vital bodily fluids.

And so we come at last to the startling revelation, MT is not only bored, but he's had faaaar too many little children being painfully standing in the way when he's walking down the road and run's into them then get's blamed for it by their parents.... four times today! (not my fault I might add!) These kids don't look where they are going, and I'm supposed to anticipate their every hectic and spasmodic move? Sick of it! But do I knock them down a second time and then go for the jugular? No, that would be suicidal (have you ever seen an enraged mother?!). Instead I wait until they are almost out of reach then 'accidentally' swing my satchel/bag and get them arround the head!
....
I think I need to work on this CJ-ism thing a bit more.....

Well, that's all I'm writing now, partly 'cause I've lost all train of thought, and partly cause I've got something else to do (marginally less important, but unfortunately something I'm not only being black-mailed into doing, but also being paid to do), so that's really it for now....

Just to be like all the rest!

2006-05-16T17:56:00.000-07:00

1. My name: Morgan
2. Middle name: David
3. Do you smoke: No, well, once but I was drunk... and then for a bit cause they wanted my character to smoke in a play, so I had to be able to do it properly.......
4. What’s your favourite colour?: ummm, a nice dark green
5. My age?: 18 (soon to be 19 *gasp*)
6. My birthday?: 30th of May
7. Color Hair?: brown, dark-ish
8. Color eyes?: Brown
9. Have you ever had a crush? Yeah.
10. Whats one of you fav things to do indoors?: Read, sleep, dance, watch movies, play numerous computer games....
11. What’s your fav type of music?: Don't have one, but a lot of that crappy 80's stuff is great!
12.What’s one of your fav things to do outdoors?: outwhat!? nothing exists out there! it is a barren wasteland into which i never venture.....
13. Shy or outgoing? depends on who I'm talking to and how drunk I am....
14. Funny HAHA or funny (sarcastic)?: both, depending on how much of an obvious idiot you are being.
15. Rebel or Follow the rules?: Oh, I follow the rules, but in my mind..... my head scares me.
16. Are you preppy, slutty, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, snobby, or something else?: no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! (figure that one out)
17. When was the last time you cried: stage cried for a performance the other day... really cried when mufasa died in the lion king stage thing (that always gets to me)
18. Are your parents still together?: Yes
ARE YOU...?!!
19. Quiet or loud? again with the drunken/who i'm with factors
20. Short or Tall: short (damn you all to monkey heaven!)
21. Weird or original: I'd like to think I'm original in my weirdness.
22. Smart or stupid: Oh god my intelligence hurts it's that all-encompassing (but it makes me do stupid things, just to confuse you all)
23. Boring or Fun: Oh, I'm fun. ;)
24. Attractive or Unattractive: Starts with a "U" and ends with "active".
25. A psycho: you have no idea....
26. Athletic: used to be, then I just became a pot-bellied dwarf to spite everyone (seriously)
27. A nerd: Play computer games, look nerd-ish, but am none too keen on study or work.
28. A slut: I wish.
29. Ghetto: isn't that a place in the Bronx?
30. A *itch: oh yes, with great pleasure.
31. Two-faced: I try not to be, but it has happened
32. Obnoxious: Probably, but don't admit to it!
33. Immature: Closely linked with insanity.
34. Mature: at times, when the situation calls for it (and I'm not drunk)
JUST A FEW MORE QUESTIONS (what!? more!)
HAVE YOU EVER
35. Stolen money: Yes
36. Cheated on someone: No
37. Broken a bone: Nope, never.
38. Loved two people at once: no, one at a time.....
39. Passed out: Not from alcohol induced stupors i haven't! But fainted, yes.
40. Prayed: yes, the other day, it was fun.
41: Made a wish: ohhh, yes. Not gonna happen tho...
42. What do you think want to be when you grow up? a writer, or a teacher. stupidly rich actor would be nice.
43. A) Do you think you’ll get married? not unless it's made legal ;P
B) If you do… not telling, but he's blonde!
44. Who is your best friend? me, first and foremost (I keep myself company)
45. A feature that you like about yourself? I seem to be able to make people laugh.
46. Describe yourself in one word? oddball. no, no, wait..... purplemonkeydishwasher!
47. What word do you say all the time? "......so it is." damn the irish heritage!

well, there you go! Just to be an absolute conformist!

Time flies when your having "fun"

2006-05-08T17:39:00.000-07:00

Oh the horror of not posting for so long that it hurts!
Well, there is something else that is just as exciting and that is...... money!
and by money I mean partying....

Actually I don't know what I mean, but I'm sure it's interesting, whatever it is.
I've been away for a while now, and may be gone again... my blog hates me, uni hates me, everyone hates me (there i said it, i am now officially paranoid!), don't look at meeee! <-line from the simpsons.... Marge's dad...

anywho..... supernatural is good, thank god ur here, ncis, all of that stuff is fun fun fun fun!
I'm off,
computer hates me!

Darkplace Hospital

2006-03-11T04:10:00.000-08:00

Scotch mist, an eye-child, aggressive broccoli, and the one track lover! Garth Marengie's (spelling is awful!) Darkplace is a very strange and funny program! yay!
Happy Birthday for the other day Inj (ST, that is)! And I'm still living the boring life of the uni student who has no job and so has no money! that is all I can say for now... it is late... I am tired... and there seems to be a naked man at my door.... I hope he's Dean from Supernatural... night all.....

Don't make me laugh... Bitterly.

2006-03-01T17:30:00.000-08:00

There are times when you think, I should do some housework, and look arround and actually do it.
There are times when you think, I should go for a run, and then you just sit arround and listen to your music.
There are times when you think, I should do something... so you get on the internet and refuse to get off EVER...
I like those times best.

Well, it has been a long and boring time that I have been having. No longer at school, still living on campus, still trying to find a job. Still have no money and parents wont help. Still can't go on the doll cause centrelink is being shitty and stupid and beurocratic. Stil going to uni every day of the week bar thursdays, which is filled up doing housework, looking for jobs and interneting... Gah! Life is comlex. I liked it much better when it wasn't, yes? But sadly such things cannot be, no? This is what we learn. I don't like that. It is at times like this that I wish for Huxley's "Brave new world" to become a reality. When, oh when will it?

I;m rambling. I;ve had a boring day. Entertain me computer!
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I hate computers...

A poem by me...

2006-02-05T17:30:00.001-08:00

Sorry It's been a while since I posted, and probably will be again, not that it seems to be noticed, but hey what can I say...

I wrote a poem.

Laughter of a Madman

There was a chainsaw in my dream,
It was red as a newborn babe,
Something about the way it moved
told me, this is no ordinary ride.

There was a chocolate cake in my dream,
Rich, dark, with a hint of white,
The cake was half eaten, crumpled and
broken, but to me it was whole.

There was a person in my dream,
They were me but not me, at the same time,
Oh, time stool still, poised to attack,
Like a chainsaw, from my dream, which was red.

Ula dance again!

2006-01-12T03:11:00.000-08:00

If you have it, flaunt it, as the crazy man yelled out from his balcony said, whilst yelling out from his balcony.
Yes, I have finally gotten some small undignified version of a life and been off to see "The Producers" by that most odd-humoured humourist, Mel Brooks. It was very well done. I enjoyed it, like I enjoy alot of what Mel does.
I'm in pain, wet and hysterical!
I have no blue blanket to comfort me, so I must be brief, but I am quoting and miss-quoting the movie left right and centre here, but it's kinda stuck in my head. Oh well, to be honest I don't have much to say here at the moment, so go back and read my previous post... it was much better.
Unhappy, very very very very very unhappy.

I'm not lazy, I'm diagonally challenged!

2006-01-11T02:43:00.000-08:00

Well, I seem to have been away, or at least off doing things other than writing on here. I do apologise for this strange anomaly in my daily life style (I blame it on the Bush Government!) but I have just not been anywhere near a computer attached to the internet, and when I have been, I've never remembered to write anything. So here is the customary "Yay! Christmas! New Year! Happy all of the above!" etc etc.
There is so much I could say, but to say it would bore you all, as I am not the most entertaining of reads, at the best of times. So as a bit of a compromise, I'll just write a bit and then go eat some leftover Pizza from dinner. I spent Christmas in a house-thing in Marysville, which is deceptively like Smallville would be if it was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike Smallville. There are trees, farms, hills, people, Launa, Gardens, Food, Pizza, Clark, Really bad costumes, and a shoe-store that sells the latest DVD's. I sat arround and drank odd mixtures of Fizzy Drink and Alcoholic Fizzy Drink, sometimes with dire concequences (ie, falling asleep/singing EVERY song from the Rocky Horror Picture Show by memory badly and VERY loudly for a number of hours) and overall had a bit of down time. Then it was off to farm-country 42 mins solid driving out of Melbourne's Suburbs (and 20 mins form Geelong) in, or as close to as makes no difference, Anakie - Where I had to do a heap of work fixing gutters, painting the outside of the house, etc etc. Then it's down to GGS (school) to rest and do nothing, again. So, as per usual, I've been drinking Fizzy Drink (no Alcohol this time) and singing, far too loudly.
So pull up a chair and bring in the New Year with me, 11 days too late!
Ciao!

At least I don't kill trees...

2005-12-01T04:37:00.000-08:00

Well, for once I have nothing to say! Shock horror! OK, before I ramble on, here is a little thing on Edna and Chandy, as promised: Ask Chris ST (also known as Inj), she/he knows!

Also, I would just like to mention that there was a picture of a goat in my study, before it became inj's study, and now it is in his study, as it hasn't moved. It all began with a classroom, and two of my friends being their usual stupid selves. It then developed into a site: http://goathaiku.slighted.net/
After this had progressed, it became somewhat of a past-time for a little group of us to muse on the wherabouts of goats and suchforth. Of course, there was little time in this hectic life for exams, so they were duly ignored, as per usual. There was some insistance that we should study or some such thing, but MarioKart64 over-rode this in levels of importance, and so we'd sit there, in the study, TV and N64 equipt, and stare at the picture of the goat we'd printed (using my printer "borrowed" from the Music Department). It even developed in to the sin of idol worshipping, when at the Vic Market I found a small wooden statue thing of a goat, and bought it for this friend who had instigated the whole phenomena (and who I shared a study with) and it sat on his shelf and we quietly worshipped it.
That is the story of the goat... Pictures to appear when I can remember the site they came from...

Next Time: Study Rules for Study 3 (including Study 12)

Defrosted Walruseseseses.....

2005-11-29T03:47:00.000-08:00

All the world's a stage, and we're all desperately under-rehearsed. - Anonymous

What watches do when not on your wrist: Sit where you left them, ticking away.
...
Told you it was short!
Now, in the comments of the last post I said that I'd put up more pics... But I don't want to scare too many people away, so you'll just have to wait and hope (or dread) that I put some up at a later time, or give you the site link to the place these lifelike pictures are made.
Life has been unsurprisingly dull. Not only do I not have school anymore, but I now work where I used to go to school, so as I walk past Allen House peole go "Why is he still here?" and at lunch I get a heap of strange looks... Not fun. At the moment I have a cold, or hay-fever or something, but whatever it is it's driving me insane! Today, in the uniform shop at school, I sorted the filling system (alphabetically! they hadn't done it!) and sorted out the coat-hangers... Very Important (not). They are just giving me odd-end jobs until they can do the orientation thingy on Monday, and I have two shifts more until then (sux to be me). What did you all (yess, all three of you who look at this blog, you know who you are even if I don't!) think of the 'alternative' Harry Potter I posted in my last blog thingy...? I really liked it, all 15 chapters. But meh, to each their own I guess... I'm pretty sure I'm bored and feel like crap, or else I wouldn't be writing all this and wasting the valuable internet space that is here....
Movie Updates: I've now seen... SawII, Pride and Pre-something(can't spell)-ice, Corpse Bride and Doom. I still haven't seen Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which is annoying! But what can you do when the whole world seems to be against you? Destroy it? Possibly, but then what do you do, when there are no more movies? It kinda misses the point somewhat, like this blog does. This is "supposedly" me, in my life, talking about stuff that I feel like talking about. But I don't really talk about ME, or what i FEEL, and I don't think anyone really does. We just show shadows of ourselves here. And rightly so, for who wants to have someone on the net know the intimacies of our lives? Even our friends and family do not get to hear our secrets, those ones that occasionally creep into your head after a few drinks at home by yourself... the stuff you don't even whisper in your dreams it's locked away so tight.......
Sorry, that was kinda rambling and depressing, but I made a promise that once I'd written something on this that unless it was spelt wrong I wouldn't get rid of it, so nyah!

Slightly sobering thought there... I feel like a bit of icecream... Not like I AM the icecream, but that I'd like some, to eat... Well, I'm to tired to think coherently, so goodnight all, look foreward to the new pics! and wait until next time....

Next Time: Edna and Chandy, and why there is a picture of a Goat on my wall.

Insane Madness

2005-11-21T00:23:00.000-08:00

Anybody remotely interesting is mad, in some way or another. -Doctor Who

Well here it is, desturbing images and all! A seemingly (or not so seemingly) long-awaited sequel to my previous ramblings. Now, what was I going to talk about....
Oh yes, the HP fan-thingy.... Here it is, 15 chapters long, and a nice version of the world... I like this Harry a bit better than the real one, who was too painful in the 5 & 6th books to bear!
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2230626/1/
In other HP news - The Goblet of Fire is out (or out soon, depending on where you are in the world)! And I haven't seen it yet, which is in itself a major pain in the @$$! But I have heard mixed ideas about weather it was good or bad. From what I've seen (pictures and previews) the character realisation is a bit dodgy (Cho doesn't look like Cho, Moody doesnt..... etc.), but Harry strips so it's ok. Of course, if Ron and Draco were there too, instead of Myrtle.... well, that would have been a sight for sore eyes.
Well, My eyes will just have to deal with this instead :

Mmmmmmm...

Sorry about that, but you all needed to see it. But there is a chance of redemption, and it is... Another picture!

OK, I'm done for today!
Next Time: A small speil about watches and where they go when not on ur wrist.....

(KFC) Krap F*cked-up Children

2005-11-10T00:47:00.000-08:00

You can learn a lot about a person if you just take the time to inject them with sodium pentothal. -Anonymous

Well, it's been a while, about 20 comments from the look of things, and MT is truly meant to be studying. 1 more exam left.... Philosophy on Monday 14th of November, and then MT gets to never go to school again! Hooray for the happiness of not going to school.
But, MT hears you ask (or imagines that he hears), will you go to schoolies...
Answer: No. Much better to stay here with my friends and spend the money on other things, like alcohol in copious quantities....

Now I told you all last time that I'd set out to talk about books people should read if they want to be able to sound smart when other people ask them what books they've read... Well, I haven't come up with too many of them...

Dante's Inferno (and the other two after it), Pratchett's books (All of them!), Douglas Noel Adams (GOD), J.R.R.Tolkien (Not just LOTR, but all his stuff!), Ursula LeGuinn's Wizard of Earthsea quintet [5 book series] (now possibly being turned into a movie(s), but that's just a roumer), Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis and The Castle, About a Boy, David Eddings's books, Robert Jordan's, Raymond E Feist's, 2001 a S.O. , 2010 Odessey 2, 2016 (I think) Odessey 3, 3001 the final Odessey, Most of Shakespeare's books (Hamlet, Lear and Comedy of Errors especially) Tom Clancy, Tom Sharpe (Wilt, and others...), Holy Blood Holy Grail (I think that's the name).......

OK, that's it for now, there are others (like the Dune books, and Dragons of Pern series, and the Soveriegn Stone Trilogy...) that I have forgotten, and may (if u mention them) go "Oh, yes, them too! I forgot that book!"

Next Time: My random rambling and..... The first chapter of an e-text I found that is a fan-based novel 15 chapters long so far about Harry Potter and is soo good I'm gonna torture you all with it!

Quoth the Raven...

2005-11-05T02:28:00.000-08:00

And it's the end of another day today!
Father was in cleaning mode, and so I was dragged away from my 'studying' to do some cleaning of the house, the washing (wash, hang out, bring in, sort, put away), the ironing, the toilet & bathroom & shower-room and the lawn and the dog-poo! Gah! THEN I got to cycle to McD (in 2o-something degrees celcius) to work for three hours, then cycle back! - and this is what my weekend consists of, this is what we call fun?

I have been thinking, as all good Philosophy students should, about the meaning of life and a whole bunch of stuff like that. Here is an Anonymous quote I found that should clear up all the misunderstandings we as a race have about these sorts of questions...

Mitch: I had a strange dream last night.
Chris: Was it the dream where you're on top of an Aztec pyramid with sun-god clothes on and thousands of naked women throw pickles at you?
Mitch: No.
Chris: Why am I the only one who has that dream?

If this is beyond you, just remember what DNA tells us all - The answer to Life the Universe and Everything is... 42.

I am rambling..... I was going to have an early night tonight, but now I have to go with mum to pick up my brother. He's at a party until midnight, the little inconsiderate sh*t! Meh, it just gives me an excuse to do nothing, and be on here! yay!

Ok, I'm done... Next Time: Books people should read if they want to be able to sound smart when other people ask them what books they've read...

Follow the Cinderblock road!

2005-10-31T03:17:00.000-08:00

"Everyone knows that Dorothy liked the Scarecrow best." - Matthew Reilly, Ice Station.

I have exams, and they are a pain. When u aren't sitting them, u r studying for them, and still the teachers hound u for work, and examples and talks and open discussions on ur progress etc etc...
It is the most bloody painful process I have ever witnessed or been a part of. But enough about me... Actually, what am I saying? This is meant to be about me! Well, it doesn't have to be, but I said it would be and I'll be damned if I'm gonna call myself a liar more than once in this week!

The art of burning other peoples shit, is to make sure you can get away with it. It is all well and good to grab it, set fire to it and enjoy the resulting display, but it pays to be precautious, so as not to have it come back and bite you when you least expect it!

1. Finding the shit to burn.
This is important, as the rest of the steps cannot follow if you don't actually have anything to burn. To find something to burn, you need to find someone who's shit can be burnt. Scout out your local area, find a person on holiday, or someone you don't like. Do a bit of amature stalking to see what they do, what they own, what they like, and when they are away from the shit. It should be something precious to them, or at least something easy to burn.

2. Getting the shit for u to burn.
Now you have to collect it. If it is usually kept in a locked study or house, then here's a little trick to help you... Get some tape or some other such thing, go to the study when it is unlocked, with them there and ask for a pair of scissors or something. While they do this, get the tape and put it over the hole the lock slots into (make sure u wear inconspicuous gloves, so as not to leave prints). Now when they lock it, the door will lock, but not shut, because the tape will keep the latch-thingy from closing... If it is their house, pretend to be doing a survey on something that they will have to check by going inside, like when their latest bill came in. If you've stalked well enough, you should know what company they pay their bills to for electricity etc and can use one of them.
Now you need to wait until they go away, and steal into their house, making sure u wear non-grip shoes (so that they don't carry stuff in from the garden in the tread) and not too much clothing (tight-fitting is best), just basic shirt/jumper, pants, undies, socks. And don't forget surgical gloves (don't buy the ones with the chalky residue! We don't want to leave prints) and wash them in alcohol to remove ur prints from the outside of the gloves from when u put them on. And tie ur hear back, or wear a hat. If ur gonna be really thorough, do what Vince does in Gattaga, with the scrubbing with the metal brush to get rid of dead skin and hair.
Now, go in, grab the thing ur gonna burn, and get out of there. Be fast, be efficient, be ruthless. Don't let ur concience attack you. U set out to burn their shit, so do it dammnit! Now leave, talking with you the piece of tape u stuck on the door earlier. Yay, you have some shit to burn!

NOTE: Don't rush it. It takes time and a bit of ingenuity to get enough shit to burn, and don't take more than ONE think from each person u pick. Put some time between grabs, and don't take expensive items, you are gonna burn them remember.

3. Burning the shit.
Now U get all the shit, put it into a pile, and using some form of lighter fluid or petrol, set it alight. Now stand back, enjoy the blaze, the sense of achievement, and make sure that EVERYTHING burns! Don't leave ANY incriminating evidence. Clean up after urself, and leave no telltale signs that u've burn't anything.

Now, I am by no means endorsing this kind of behaviour, but if you wanted to know how to do it, or have the urge to burn other people's shit, this is how I would go about doing it. You don't have to listen to me. In fact, burning other people's shit is bad. Wood. Burn wood. But if you want to know the joys of burning other people's shit... here it is.

Next Time: The things we call fun!

Has anyone seen my shoe?

2005-10-28T04:17:00.000-07:00

OK, as I well and truly covered the pizza thingy in the comments on my last post, I figured I'd skip over them here....

I am on the net, doing nothing really. I used to go on like once in a blue moon, now I am on ALL the time! Gah! Oh well, it's just proof I have no life! Well, that's not true... quite.

Why is it easier to talk on emails then face to face? How can u have an intimate conversation with someone when ur r using the medium of SMS's? I have no idea, but it works, sometimes... Of course, there are times when u get a message and r like "R they joking or serious?" but hey, not every system is perfect...

This is a somewhat random post. I don't know what to say... my head is swimming with far too many ideas, and they're all jumbled and want out and I have a headache which doesn't help but hey, I don't really care...
Ummm, how are we all out there?

Ok, that's enough mindless idiocity, or whatever, and so...

Next Time: The art of Burning other people's shit! (I'd like to point out that generally I don't do this, but it does sound controversial, doesn't it?!)

If you're going to do something wrong, at least enjoy it. -Leo C. Rosten

2005-10-25T16:49:00.000-07:00

There is a certain something that calls to us, from the darkness of our own minds... yes, it's "what the hell is MT taking about when he said he'd write about pens?"
The answer to this is simple. I have no inclination to say that I read a letter to me called "Everything I learnt about people I learnt by studying pens". I do not wish to tell you all that they said such things as - "If they don't work, shake them" and "If they persist, you just rip off the top and bottom and replace what's inside". Now, translated to humans, this can get a little disturbing, and so I refused to read on. This, in hindsight, was a bad idea - because now I will never know what to do to a pen/person who askes too many questions...

Today is the last of my days of school classes... Soon I will be embarking on exams, and then - life. Damn!

Next time: I dunno... something about the joy of eating pizza?

Darwinism vs The "Recycle Bin" Icon!

2005-10-24T16:28:00.000-07:00

I'm meant to be in English, doing a practice exam. Funny how I'm always meant to be somewhere else when I start writing these things...

My take on God/Faith and human needs:
Q:even if there is a god, why should we worship him/her/it?
A:Because she is just sooo damn sexy!

Just to get really deep and meaningful on you all (apologies for this) but I believe in the need for belief. We all need something to believe in. Some find god. Some find the absence of God (like aksarben's view of god - http://www.400monkeys.com/God/). Others have a belief in science showing us the way. Of course, science is just a faith as well (ask Nietzsche, he knows all about it). Still others believe in the absolute mastery of the ferret, or the squirrel, or that majestic creature, the goat. There is a lot we don't know as a species, and the sooner we find out, the sooner I can go back to bed!

And I know it may seem weird, but yes, my mother is catholic, even though she lived in Northern Ireland, and my dad was Protestant (raised in Ireland propper, but moved), but never really believed in God and so professes Atheism. But in Ireland there is no such thing as an Atheist. You are either a Catholic Atheist (someone who doesn't believe and comes from a Catholic family) or are a Protestant Atheist (same deal as before, just swap 'Catholic' for 'Protestant'). I was baptized a Catholic, first communion as a Protestant and Confirmed as an Anglican. I'm sure that each and every version of their God will hate me for this mess.

My limited understanding of the world has led be to believe that the faith of science will ultimately lead to an almost existential or nhillistic view of the universe, that we have no purpose and no reason for being - our lives are pointless, so it doesn't matter if i commit mass genocide or rape little childeren... morality as we know it would go out the window... so I cheat. I cannot accept this, and so hide in the presumed defunct idea of a God, because that way I have purpose, I have meaning, and I can safely ignore the universe until it goes away. Yes, i view it as the easy way out for me, but if i didn't, then the moral and mental dillema would render me a raving psychopath, or just plain stupid.

So there you have it. God. OH, wait...
Why God is a woman...
1. God did more than one thing for each day she made the world. This is called 'being able to multi-task'. Did you ever hear of a MAN multi-tasking?
2. Look at other civilisations, it is always "gaia", MOTHER earth. if God created nature and then stuck man in it, and women are seen as the godesses of nature in ancient civilisations, then it stands to reason that ours is also a female god, as nature came first.
3. It would just explain a whole heap of things...

So THERE you have it. My extensive take(s) on God. See, told you she's great!

Next time: "Everything I learned about life I learnt from studying pens."

Plushies can be educational!

2005-10-23T03:06:00.000-07:00

OK, list. Apologies if I miss some...

1. A lamb - Lambie.
2. A sheep - Sheepie.
3. A sheep (smaller) - Little Sheepie.
4. Large Brown Bear (were talking huge) - Bernardo.
5. Large, but not as large as Bernardo, white bear - Snowy.
6. Small white bear - Snowy's little sister.
7. Dragon - Draco.
8. Pink Bear with rainbow pattern on tummy - Rainbow Bear.
9. Small brown gorrilla - Hugo.
10. Lizard - Smiley.
11. 2 guide dog puppies - Crash and Dean.
12. Millie the mascot - Millie.
13. Nurse bear - Nursey.
14. Wizard bear - Great MT (where I got my name from! named the bear, then stole his name!)
15. 2 small red elephants - chris and chris.
16. Green bear with stars/rainboy on tummy - Mr Carebear.
17. Green fuzzy monster - Gak.
18. Small brown bear - Bernie (Bernardo's younger brother)
19. Bear hand puppet - Fred the Bear.
20. White Gorrilla - Hera (Hugo's sister.)

OK I can't think of anymore than that, but I know I missed some!

Um, today was the Leavers Service for yr12's, which was long and boring, followed by speah day, which I fell asleep in. I now am no longer a student at my school, even though they can still expel me from it if I'm bad (go figure.).

Next time: my belief in God, and why she's such a cool deity!

Interests - And why they are here...

2005-10-22T05:35:00.000-07:00

If you want to know about my list of plush toys, skip this one... I am adding in this so that I can list all my interests. I took a while to create this list, and wish to share it with you all. Some things are no longer true. Some are. Some aren't on there, but will be someday...

Here it is:
acceptance, adolescence, aesthetics, apathy, arms, art, asking questions, attention whores, beaches, beauty, being held, biting, bitterness, blushing, books, bright eyes, change, charcoal sketches, clothing, common sense, conspiracy theories, contemplation, critique, cuddling, culture, cursive, curves of the body, cute guys, cynicism, depth, discussions, disdain, emotion, empathy, enlightenment, epiphanies, existence, exploration, exposure, eyes, fashion, fate, fight club, final fantasy, freedom, glam rock, glitter, hips, humor, image, impressionism, independent films, indie rock, innocence, intellect, intensity, interesting people, irony, kissing, knowing, lashes, laughing, learning, light, lips, listening, literature, loud whispers, love, lucid dreaming, materialism, mediocrity, momentos, moon, natural beauty, nostalgia, objective beauty, objectivity, oceans, opiates, optimism, orchids, paintings, patience, perspective, philosophy, photography, pi, piano, pictures, poetry/prose, politics, power, prestige, promises, quantum theology, rain, religions, retro, revenge, rock, romance, romanticism, sarcasm, science fiction, self government, sensitivity, sex, sexual deviance, shean, shyness, silence, sincerety, singing, smiling, snowflakes, spooning, stained glass, stars, stubbornness, style, subjectivity, surreality, swings, taking things for granted, the impending apocalypse, theology, thinking for ourselves, travel, tripping, tshirts, uncertainty, understanding, universal truth, unrequited love, vanilla, vanity, velvet, velvet goldmine, vengeance, video games, vintage, waiting for something nonexistant, watercolor, whisper, world domination, world politics, writing, you..

Stuck in Allen on the Weekend...

2005-10-21T21:20:00.000-07:00

I have two hours until work... No-one is online.... I can't walk home 'cause it's raining, and Mum wants me to do too much work! So here I sit in the Allen House computer room, writing stuff about myself, and other things... Now, I did warn people that some stuff about my sexuality may be appearing in the next post, and this is the next post, so here goes.....

Sex: Male.
Situation: G'friend.
Orientation: Bi.

Yes, finally MT has reached the decision that he likes girls AND guys. I have always been able too look at a girl and think "She is cute/hot etc etc" and look at a guy and think "He is cute/hot" and it's rather strange to have sexual fantasies about both guys and girlz, when the people around you are concentrating on either one or the other. Now, a lot of people say that being Bi is just a phase from being straight to being gay, but if it is then it's been a lifelong phase for me!
(See, it does contain Nutz!)

NEway, now everyone in the www knows, or they do if they read this... so don't read it!

Next time: A list of all the plush toys I still own and will never throw out (or give to my kids if I have any!)

Frozen Walruseseseses.....

2005-10-20T02:32:00.000-07:00

I cannot think about what needs to be thought about.... so here is a poem i heard....

The Love/Hate relationship:

I loved her.
She hated me.
Bitch.

This was from English (that's the class, not the exam).

I am sitting here and I cannot write what I want, I am in the library, and it is an open place, with nowhere to hide... no shadow no hole! Let that animal out of it's cage.... sorry, I've been doing Edward Bond's Lear for a monologue and so I have the character stuck in my head. I generally get too involved in the character, and then friends and family have to deal with taht character's eccentricities on top of my own! Feel sorry for them!

NEway, I must sign off, and will continue to post, maybe even about my sexual orientation (clue - WARNING: May contain nutz! lol.)

Love you all, especially you. Cheers,
MT.

Lost without you...

2005-10-18T02:54:00.000-07:00

You know who you are... That's all I'm saying!
No? You people won't accept a timy post with no substance? Fine! Here is what I wrote during my English Practice Exam:

"In the forensic navigation liturgy, I for Isabel, Northumberland Avenue is a small yellow blot in the middle of the coockie that just tingles when you touch it. I think Martha Stewart is a silly little man and should shave off his beard and get rid of the bowler hat his mouse wears. There are some who would try to argue that a small brown door is not the best age for a string of pearls to be, but when you take into consideration the fact that there are facts about things he's never even smelt, well, the evidence piles up erally.

Nit-picking is bad. I love lucy. Yes, we all know what it's like, but we don't think you should know. In fact, go away... NOW!

15 mins to go... Shall I go insane? Stay tuned and find out!"

Happy now?

Why?

2005-10-16T03:55:00.000-07:00

Don't quite know why I've got this. I never did really hold in store with this sort of stuff. Journals and Diaries are places where you can spill your guts out and then people can read it, violate your privacy, and with online journals that can happen even easier. Why write anything personal down? Why do such stupid things? I complain and say it is idiotic, yet here I am, again taking up a journal. Diary entry number one, this is. How bloody minded, as usual... Tune in next time for my putting my heart on the page, metaphorically. This may be in some time, as I probably won't do nything for a while.