watching the israel - hezbollah - syria - lebanon thing turn to crap. amused/angered that Condi Rice has been sent to get syria to back off when it was israel that kicked the shit out of lebanese civilians.
thinking that this will get lots worse before it gets better.
thinking that this is where this ends...wondering where this crap begins?
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
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More interesting things happening in the world than in my life right now.
Zidane vs that Italian guy
Israel vs Hezbellah
John Howard vs The Environment and the Greenhouse Effect and Peter Costello
One of the above is fascinating and terrifying, and the other two are funny because they're so ridiculous.
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Miss Sydney. It always feels like coming home, each time I visit. It feels like I've never really left, probably because part of me never really did. Returned to work bleary eyed on Monday morning after a weekend supersaturated with old friends and the Emergency department waiting room was positively repellant.
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Good luck to BST candidates!
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Saw two girls making out the other day. It goes without saying that that was Pretty Cool.
I have been asked why it is that guys find the sight or idea of two girls kissing such a turn on. My simple-minded reply at the time was that it was mathematically a case of taking something that is Cool (a girl kissing) and multiplying it by two, thus making it Pretty Cool.
I have since been told that girls do not find the reverse holds true: two guys making out is Not Cool, nor Pretty Cool, but simply Gay Porn.
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New music:
Justin Timberlake's new single is absolutely whack, from the grammatically retarded title "SexyBack", to the infuriatingly-repetitive-and-therefore-catchy drum beat. I'm not sure what the song's producer Timbaland is trying to do exactly - the composition, it is simplicity, is a polar opposite to their previous collaboration on "Cry me a river," which was a mini-symphony in its density.
It seems to take a page from the Gwen Stefani single "Hollaback girl", or even the recent Timbaland-produced Nelly Furtado singles "Promiscuous" and "Maneater" - all "songs" without much melody, driven on sparse, catchy beats and futuretro synth.
I suppose Nelly Furtado had to do something different after Corrine Bailey Rae took her spot as "songstress with lilting wispy voice."
Zidane vs that Italian guy
Israel vs Hezbellah
John Howard vs The Environment and the Greenhouse Effect and Peter Costello
One of the above is fascinating and terrifying, and the other two are funny because they're so ridiculous.
***
Miss Sydney. It always feels like coming home, each time I visit. It feels like I've never really left, probably because part of me never really did. Returned to work bleary eyed on Monday morning after a weekend supersaturated with old friends and the Emergency department waiting room was positively repellant.
***
Good luck to BST candidates!
***
Saw two girls making out the other day. It goes without saying that that was Pretty Cool.
I have been asked why it is that guys find the sight or idea of two girls kissing such a turn on. My simple-minded reply at the time was that it was mathematically a case of taking something that is Cool (a girl kissing) and multiplying it by two, thus making it Pretty Cool.
I have since been told that girls do not find the reverse holds true: two guys making out is Not Cool, nor Pretty Cool, but simply Gay Porn.
***
New music:
Justin Timberlake's new single is absolutely whack, from the grammatically retarded title "SexyBack", to the infuriatingly-repetitive-and-therefore-catchy drum beat. I'm not sure what the song's producer Timbaland is trying to do exactly - the composition, it is simplicity, is a polar opposite to their previous collaboration on "Cry me a river," which was a mini-symphony in its density.
It seems to take a page from the Gwen Stefani single "Hollaback girl", or even the recent Timbaland-produced Nelly Furtado singles "Promiscuous" and "Maneater" - all "songs" without much melody, driven on sparse, catchy beats and futuretro synth.
I suppose Nelly Furtado had to do something different after Corrine Bailey Rae took her spot as "songstress with lilting wispy voice."
Monday, July 03, 2006
Synchrony
Felt well bummed out for the first time in a good few months on Saturday. It was weird. I had lunch with my friends and Christian Work Friend which, at the time, went great. Everyone got along and we met my friend's new lady friend which was terrific. Everything was going fine until I was on my way home and started to play Analyze This.
(Let's be clear: Christian Work Friend is Just a Friend. (Same as Gorgeous Christian Med Student) So I really shouldn't have to scrutinize how the lunch went, but I did.
Maybe you shouldn't have done the whole "James Blunt can rot in purgatory for Goodbye My Lover" schtick. And the mimed forking of said Blunt was probably unneccesary too.
Maybe she doesn't need to know about how you and your mate used to belt out Backstreet Boys songs in the car.
Maybe...
By the time I'd arrived home I'd welcomed back that old friend, Insecurity, and all over a girl that I'd resolved NOT to pursue!
To top it off, Insecurity brought his drinking buddy, Loneliness, and by the time I got online and read esme and Dr J's blog entries about similar issues I was wishing that things could go back to a place where I was just a retard who couldn't get a girl because I was basically, well, a heathen. Or a Pagan. Whichever. Because that was fun, and it was new and refreshing to be able to have dinner or breakfast with a new lovely lady, religion notwithstanding.
I've seen the Insecurity/Loneliness double feature before, and it wasn't funny the first time. Or the second.
Anyway, I shook it off with a good drive down the highway with my shiny new Creative Vision:Mp3 player blaring Ghostface Killah*, but looking forward to the end of the week, already. Hola Sydney!
*free internet advertising for you Creative, now send me $$$
(Let's be clear: Christian Work Friend is Just a Friend. (Same as Gorgeous Christian Med Student) So I really shouldn't have to scrutinize how the lunch went, but I did.
Maybe you shouldn't have done the whole "James Blunt can rot in purgatory for Goodbye My Lover" schtick. And the mimed forking of said Blunt was probably unneccesary too.
Maybe she doesn't need to know about how you and your mate used to belt out Backstreet Boys songs in the car.
Maybe...
By the time I'd arrived home I'd welcomed back that old friend, Insecurity, and all over a girl that I'd resolved NOT to pursue!
To top it off, Insecurity brought his drinking buddy, Loneliness, and by the time I got online and read esme and Dr J's blog entries about similar issues I was wishing that things could go back to a place where I was just a retard who couldn't get a girl because I was basically, well, a heathen. Or a Pagan. Whichever. Because that was fun, and it was new and refreshing to be able to have dinner or breakfast with a new lovely lady, religion notwithstanding.
I've seen the Insecurity/Loneliness double feature before, and it wasn't funny the first time. Or the second.
Anyway, I shook it off with a good drive down the highway with my shiny new Creative Vision:Mp3 player blaring Ghostface Killah*, but looking forward to the end of the week, already. Hola Sydney!
*free internet advertising for you Creative, now send me $$$
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