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It’s 2am

I should be asleep so that I can wake up tomorrow for school.

But fuck, this is just too good and random to wait.

Firstly, all the following is from the Bridezilla Wikipedia Page. And none was done by me. I have an account on wiki, and I really can’t understand Japanese.

More on that later.

Anyways…

Click to enlarge. Now focus on the six there. The reference, that is.

Now see this…

Okay, enlarge that picture. You see something strange? It links to my review of that concert six months ago, yet on Last.fm japan.

In short, I’m the author of a reference on Wikipedia, a place reserved for academic luminaries or band’s myspaces.

This is weird.

The best thing to happen to commercial radio

I got Nova 969 to play The Beatle’s classic I Want To Hold Your Hand on Friday night.

They also played The Panics‘ Don’t Fight It just before it. That makes it, officially, the best six minutes of music ever on that wretched station.

And I’m proud to have been apart of it.

I’ve won tickets to U2 and CDs off Nova before. Yet no victory is sweeter than this one.

It starts tomorrow

The year of infinite sadness that is. It’s my HSC year. Oh God, help me.

Anyways, I’m getting used to  not having a keyboard and mouse around (technically, a way of forcing me into doing homework and study) and going on the computer with an egg-timer next to me!

I have fifteen minutes to go!

Anyways, things to come in the next few weeks, IN POINT FORM!

• Some decent Film Reviews
• Photo blogging/reviewing of my trip to Sydney FC v Melbourne Victory
• As above, yet on the awesome concert that was THE NATIONAL!
• More on my little endeavours through life.
• Overall, a more active blog, to keep me sane.

Also, the MASSIVE love for my Big Day Out post is both flattering and gratuitously accepted. Never had such a jump in views in my life! Thank you my visitors!

See y’all!

Interesting Observation

The red dot? When I wrote my article on the Big Day Out.

I’m going to review a lot more often now. Or something.

SIDENOTE: Anyone remember The Dot? That system Channel Seven used to keep its ratings high after the 2000 Olympics? Man, that was a weak attempt by them…

So much has happened since the eighth

And yet not a single bit of documentation.

Shame on me

This place is being fixed over big-time btw. Slowly introducing tags!

Laws doesn’t approve of Gladiators

The subject: “New Gladiator Names”.

The last line in the Print Screen says it all.

133MAC

Mac support (that also take iPod support calls) have a very perculiar call centre. First and foremost, the guy on the other line had no fake-Anglo name, spoke in broken, accented English, was arguing with two others who seemed, from a phone at least, to be fluent in Australian English, didn’t notice that I told him that I had Window Vista on my PC, and hung up on me halfway through explaining how to reformat my iPod Shuffle.

In contrast, Symantec’s Support Line have a very Indian-Subcontinent-Sounding David Welles in a quiet call centre, who asked for all my operating details (In a non-phising way) and guided me right through fixing my Norton Internet Security subscription so that my mum would be happy.

Makes you think: we always bag out the Mumbai Call Centre, yet they seem to be the ones offering decent service. Of course, there’s the issue with our information being jeopardised (I’m sure Product Disclosure Statements cover that, though), but when I get decent service, I recognise it, even if it has to come from someone who thinks I live in Austria.

May I take this moment to point out how much I hate call centres in general. Despite many suggestions to do otherwise, I do not plan to work at one any time soon.

This blog has been neglected to death

Yes, it’s nearing Christmas already and I decided that, as a Christmas gift to all those who were still loyal to my blog (Thank you for dealing with a page that has not changed in three weeks or more) I might as well attempt to blog at a normal pace again. I guess I’ve probably been inspired by a certain friend who’s blog is among the best I read, ranking among the many articles I read off Digg, Off The Record and Stereogum.

I will skip details of the past that was not documented and instead go into details of the recent-past, all of which sits around me on a cluttered bedroom desk I really should be cleaning, yet won’t. I have a stack of burnt CDs, Gotye’s Like Drawing Blood atop of them all, facing me down like the devil, telling me that their mere existence is wrong. To my right are a stack of plays yet to be properly read, an issue that needs to be rectified if I ever want to consider a decent UAI. I have scraps of paper with to-do and to-buy lists, all of which I doubt will be completed prior to the new year, mixed in with old copies of The Drum Media; their ageing, stapled spines reflective of the longetivity of some of the cover artists featured. Atop of them all is a five-day overdue copy of Miller’s Crossing, a Batman mask I received as a birthday present, and my own bit of 2007 nostalgia: my workbook from NSW State Drama Camp.

LOOK AT THE HORRID MOTHER-DISAPPOINTING STATE!

The last few days have opened my eyes to the best and worst of some people that are close to me, even if the events concerned did not affect me directly. Should I care? Should I value what is good about the people I know? How much harder can it get to do so? Should I just leave these questions unanswered? Why so serious? Either way, I can’t blame this, exams, turning a year older or anything else but myself for the fault of leaving this place to rot.

Unfortunantely it isn’t just this that has been left on the ground. I have a stack of comic books – collectively rivalling the size of my mother’s copy of the Holy Bible – to be read, a bunch of movies to be watched, three articles to write from an e-zine, $300 of a camera yet to be paid off, and worst of all, homework to get done that backtracks to October. Practically the only thing that hasn’t been neglected is my last.fm account, constantly fed till bloated with my selection of stereotypically-indie-rock-and-pop. It’s these unfortunant times where procrastination has become key to both my sanity and insanity, creating a revolving door of issues that wont be stopped until I face the devil within.

Heard the joke about the two politicians who looked exactly the same?

No, neither have I

But yes, we have a new tyrant leader these days in the great land of Oz. His name’s Kevin. No, he isn’t that accountant who did your taxes a few years back (although he could easily have been mistaken to have been). He enjoys saying “education revolution” a lot, is friends with a guy who knows Bono and likes the taste of his own earwax. I really don’t know how anyone can like the taste of their own ear wax. It’s far too bitter.

Other than that, he seems like a nice guy, which appears to be why he got a landslide victory. Which isn’t usually the best thing for a politician these days. Compare Paul Keating and Jeff Kennett, for example. One tries to be nice yet is a complete arse, the other is a complete arse yet reshaped Victoria completely. I don’t like those odds.

Now, no matter how he performs, I value one thing about this nation: Its democracy and the ability to be democratic in a civilised fashion. That is, the transition to one government from another is free of persecution or violence, which is something I wish the whole world had. Not to mention, both of our major parties are rather decent, when it comes down to the facts.

So, back to my political slant at this, whilst most of the blind conservatives whine that our country is going to end up in an economic recession under Ruddkips, remember that voting for superfluous new-age leadership wasn’t a step towards a better future (although I, with my KEVIN07 shirt in hand, hope that will be the case), yet one away from a Liberal dictatorship that would have left us all earning $2 an hour no matter what age, gender or position we were in, with the next major project being a 200ft-tall statue of a lion with Peter Costello’s head crafted on it. Which we would all have to build under the new SlaveChioces Act (WorkChoices amendment) 2009, until we are saved by the great prophet Kelly-Ned who parts the Tasman Sea, leading us to our safety in the land of Zealand of the New.

Go figure.