Girls: how to date a geek?

Well! I have finished the assignement due tomorrow at the respectable time of 2am. No sarcasm intended - that is respectable by my standards.

Just discovered yet another Pratchett. I was a whole book behind! The man seems to churn one out every six months or so. Quite a few people know about them now, I hadn't realised how popular the books were. The quality has definitely improved over time, although my favorite is still Small Gods. Religion was asking for it.

Whereeee iiiiis the riiiight geeeeeeerrlll..... (yes, I know my singing hurts..)

Random activities

Today's discoveries:
1. Random activities can be quite rewarding if undertaken in the right frame of mind.
2. Problems set by teachers always have a solution of some sort, even if the solution is that the teacher wrote the problem down incorrectly.
3. Never cross a cat with orange eyebrows.

Hmmm. The spring cleaning of the room isn't so bad either. I have carpet again :)

Music. The spring cleaning of the mind.

Argh. The Chinese have a curse: "May you live in interesting times". Funny, I can't remember offending anyone who might say a curse like that lately..

I think it's time I tried to stop bagging my friends. The whole culture at school was intensely bagful - there wasn't much else to do in the breaks, and it was fun, and other people did it to you. But it's really not that much fun. Much better to say nicer things, although not too often, of course, and only ever when you really mean them.

People like to be comfortable*, and that requires acceptance (ie. not bagging)

Although I suppose it's a sign of a strong friendship if you can get away with bagging them. But does it really need proving all the time?

*Most of the time.

The relationship games people play. Occasionally you'll hear people complain about it, "why can't people just say what they're thinking?". Of course, they don't complain when they don't mind, which is probably most of the time. And I reckon games are "safer" - ie. less embarrasing, less likely to jeopardize friendships. Everyone gets a while to think about things before things come into the open (which, in my experience, they almost always do). So, in my opinion, games are good.

Only a few unimportant games were harmed in the making of this drivel.

Hmm... having a girl turn up drunk to a first date is not a pleasant experience. How can it go so wrong?

If there is a teenage/twenty-something girl out there who has written a book on dating, I'd be interested to read it... there are lots of books from the other side, like Adrian Mole, Wilt (for older readers).. perhaps, as soon as you figure out how girls think, they change. Ah-hah! Now that I have figured that out, does that mean they won't?

No more work for a few weeks (until after exams). Hooray!

Most Public Date Ever. Don't try tthis at home, kids. Although I probably deserved it, for reasons best left unmentioned. Oh, and for irony: Thanking the Matchmaker for their help. Drove home extremely tired, another bad idea.

To post or not?

On a more positive note, I discovered a wonderfully entertaining site... enjoy. Clickie

What's in a name?

Quite a lot, I reckon. I've always thought that someone's name defines a fair amount about them, if only because people treat them differently depending on their name (treat them like others with the same name).

Anyway, find out what your name means.

Sindoor Occer

Wow. An indoor soccer game has two 15-minute halves. We scored 9 goals! The fighting mongooses live up to their name! Unfortunately, the other team scored 22.

Frankly, we deserved it.

So.. back to the drawing board. Plans so far have included hiring real mongooses, hiring Maradona or Ronaldo, and the most extreme of all, using more than half of Ben's family (but that would just be cheating).

Sadly, half the team didn't seem to enjoy the game. Ironically, I don't think winning's ever meant less to me. So I did.

I wonder if there's a company out there who would pay an experienced programmer more than the _tragic_ average of $12 an hour I'm getting at the moment.

Never had more fun than at dancing yesterday. Some of those girls really know how to move.

Oh well. I knew it was too good to last...
The End.

Best day ever

A grand total of four good things happened to me yesterday. Not bad for the first day back. Had a dancing class (you can laugh, or call me whatever, but it was fun), so there. Girl was late, so I didn't get to dance with her, but she came up to me afterwards.. and now I've gotta find somewhere fun to take her. There's rumours of a trip to a drive-in on Friday, but there's a (free) swing dancing night on too.. choices! I don't know if I want to go with her to the drive-in yet.. so anyway, they were the first good things. Then I got to play indoor soccer for a new friend.. which was the most alive I've felt for ages. There's something about good exercise. Oh, and beating the other guy to the ball... Sadly we lost, but at least we got a few goals. That game's all about speed, and I just couldn't keep up. I'm quite stiff today. It made me think though, it wouldn't be hard to get a team together so I could play every week ! Ah, the possibilities... so that was thing number c. A nice girl gave us a lift there and then drove me and my other mate home.. so we could all play pool. Ah pool.. thing 4. Is that a good day or what?

Then, almost as if it was trying, I had work today. At least there was time for a walk at lunchtime, which was peaceful. There's a national park next to the office.. that's how far away it is, for those of you playing at home.

I think I've been listening to the Jays too much lately. They seem to be playing the same stuff too much. Good stuff.. but I'm getting sick of it. Shock! I never thought that would happen... however, they are making quite a lot of the stuff available on their website for people to download. Makes sense to me - I reckon the artists will make a lot more money if people get hooked on their records. True, they might not sell that much more, but for the artists the real money is in the touring and licensing anyway. I wonder if Collusion will ever put up stuff for download.

Me, ramble? Well, I guess so, like that time when some guy said something to that girl and then that other thing happened and no-one really woke up for a few hours and then we tried to tickle the goldfish (which didn't work to well) but no-one cared anyway because.. well, I can't quite remember but I think we went to be late so we must have been tired the next morning eh and ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? Well done ;)

What a week. Science ball on wednesday, puggs on thursday, and Jono's last night. I don't think this is healthy.

Life is too full at the moment. Peace and quiet would be so nice... the trouble is, almost whenever I'm not at uni, I have to go to work...

Had an interesting (if slightly drunken) discussion with a friend about optimism the other night. I reckoned hope is really important. He claims there's no reason to have any, we're all going to die anyway.

What would humanity be without hope?

Hopeless, I guess. (yes, I have rediscovered puns. Cue groans.)

Seriously.. I don't think we could develop at all without it - after all, what would be the point?

So remember, when you're sad.. there is always hope.

Enough one line paragraphs... on to cricket. Taken from a post on alt.fan.pratchett:
> The rules of Cricket as explained to Foreigners
> ===============================================
>
> There are two teams, one of which is in, the other of which is out.
>
> Each member of the the team that is in goes out and the members of the
> team that is not in try to get them out. When a man that is in is out
> he goes in and the next member of the team goes out.
>
> When all the members of the the team that is in are out (although you
> can have some players who are not out and thus still in) the team that
> was out goes in and the players from the team which was in (and is now
> out) go out and try to get all the members of the team that was out
> and is now in, out,
>
> When all the players have been in and are out (including the not
> outs), the game ends.
> Thomas Sarp

A crazy party by a crazy melz :) Thanks mel, it was awesomoe!

And awesome, too. There's nothing like a good drinking game to get a night started.

Note to self: Do not write letters to girls while drunk. Suggestive comments inevitably ensue. Arr.

Pool brother

My brother took me to play pool today. He needed a lift, as he was drinking.. so I got a few games out of him. I even managed to beat him a few times. I was amazed at how well he knew the place. The bar guy gave us cokes after a few minutes.. on the house! He said that he'd tried to get a job there but couldn't because he goes there too often, and the owner didn't want to lose the business. Fair enough, he goes there a lot. He's deferred uni now... so I reckon he's aiming to become a professional pool player. He played the Australian snooker champion the other day, apparently (and was soundly beaten)... but maybe one day he won't be. If he survives.. it's a very smoky pool parlour.

Is it wrong to still be thinking about your ex six weeks after the (mutual) break-up?

Well... at least the pool table's getting lots of use. I am now officially tired, after having played/watched 12 hours of pool... If I keep this up, I'll either get sick of it or... no, come to think of it I'll just get sick of it. It's not addictive like computer games (which, disgustingly, I've been playing a bit lately again. Meh, I can stop any time I like ;).

A good night, though. And café Nova (brunswick st) does an amazing big breakfast.. even at 3pm.

People who get lucky shots in all the time deserve to sink the white ball more often. It doesn't matter how much of a fluke it is, as long as you predict which ball(s) in which pocket. It's when balls just randomly go in that I get annoyed. No, annoyed is not the right word... mildly irritated? It's like the feeling when you're being tickled, and you want it to stop..

Congratulations to Moe for going swimming at 7am. Courage. I don't reckon 12ºC is as cold as Milford Sound, though.. that was really just melted snow :p.

Good show about hypnotism on Catalyst this evening (yay for abc 2). Apparently it's amazingly effective on about 10% of the population - and doesn't work at all on another 10%. One of the lucky ones managed to go through abdominal surgery without anaesthetic! "It was like someone drawing a line on my tummy with a pencil". The usual other rubbish - a girl who had to roar like a lion every time she sipped a glass of water. Looks like fun, actually... and there were no pendulums involved, just talking. Look out church, you can now _pay_ to be hypnotised. As opposed to donating. And working. Not that I think most people go to church for the hypnotic aspect.. but I'm sure it's a factor for some. Ramble.

hehe.. apparently I was so tired by the end of scav hunt that I "looked at the mortal combat stage where you are about to die and it says finish him and you porcarisly wobble before you fall down". Cheers Adric.

I have new blades! They are awesome... damn salesmen, make me pay too much money... and the worst part is the kid looked about 16. Still worth it though. I can now take a friend/sister/dog on my old ones!

No work today... thank goodness. The boss wasn't going to be there and he had some hard stuff to do, so I got let off. Should it feel this good?

Dancing tomorrow. Benny might be coming..

scav

Scav hunt week. The blur of drinking, swimming, pool and staying out all night.

I feel awful.

Except about the pool.