Monday, December 31, 2007

Happy New Year!

Well, I've survived another year on this planet. I guess I should be happy, things have changed since last time I was in this position. In hindsight, this is probably been the best year so far for me. I found myself a girlfriend, a good girlfriend who I am so madly deeply and truly in love with, which has been my new years resolution for the past five years. I got into the university course of my dreams, and am now looking down the barrel of a carrier choice of my preference which I still don't know what but I'm sure I'll enjoy it. Then there was the creation of this blog, my not-so-private getaway. Though it's still fun, and probably the most enjoyable part of my everyday. Then there are other little things like working full time, now before you say David you hate that job, I do and still do but I need money now more than ever. Coming off a huge spending spree over the last month a trip to perth + 400 dollars in presents.

With any luck next year will be just as good, if not better, when I get thrown head first into a writing course. Not to mention I have a another trip to perth coming up and then Steph's trip to Queensland later this year. I'm sure lots of other goodies will appear throughout the oncoming days though.

Anyway I hope you all get drunk, trashed, maggered, blotto, shit faced, and any other synonym for one of those prior because I know I will be.
Random Colour Highlighter: Yellow

Saturday, December 29, 2007


I don't know anymore, I have such a limited amount recreational time at the moment that I really don't want to spend it doing stuff I really don't want to do. However, it seems that I really don't have a choice in this matter. Majority of the time I'm just trying to keep people happy and satisfied. Leaving my free time, not so free. Welcome to the working life David, this is practically how most people spend their days. I can tell you right now it's not the life for me.

I'm in the process of getting a second trip to Perth. Though I'm kind of worried about it, not that I don't want to go. It's just things between me and Steph have changed since last time. I don't know if we are more or less stable. There are times when I do want to talk to her, and sustain her undivided attention though she is busy doing whatever it is she does. Then there are times when she just wants to talk, and I'm already pre-occupied with something or rather. It's this that have led to many break downs and arguments and all that nasty stuff. So yeah, in the end, I will go to Perth again, just to be with her once more.

That's all out of me
Random Dream: Dave Collison a Serial Killer?!

Friday, December 28, 2007

Christmas: The Aftermath

Let's face it, Christmas is the one time of year people can afford to go crazy, we went so crazy we dressed up our dogs.

Bear as a doggy santa.

and Ghengis as a bumblebee.

This is all the stuff that I got, minus this laptop of course. I only got one pair of actual shorts. Notice the vodka, our family seems to be under the impression of that if you don't know what to get... Get alcohol. We got so much beer here we can start our own saloon if we wanted.

Not all fun and games though, Pauls paper hat broke... and well he was very upset.

I thought I'd join in on the festivities... seeing as it was christmas and all.

Anyway that's me for today
Random Gift: Boxer Shorts.
Till some time

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Say What?!

Todays uncontrolled and uncensored bitch session is about hypocrits - people who tell you not to do whatever it is that they are doing. Like those guys who say "Don't try this at home." and then they go break someones spine. Assholes.... I want to break someones spine. A little closer to home, my brother called me lazy. Yeah, OK, Mr Sit-On-My-Ass-All-Day-And-Play-Games while I go and work my ass off just to so I have enough money to get another couple of trips to Perth. I guess working a 8:30-4:30 job is considered being lazy.... (Yeah, I talk about my job alot. Mainly because it consumes my life at the moment, I don't really have enough time for more interesting activities.)

Another one is when people say "Don't say you're going to do something and then not do it." I bet you're familiar with that one, we all are.

I guess being hypocritical is just another way of being selfish, using an insult or telling someone off when it applies to you and then disregards the whatever in regards to them. Now to get on my soap box and yell to the world "STOP BEING SO SELFISH YOU BASTARDS!"

Till Tomorrow
Random Topping On My Lunch: Tomato!

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Insight Number 246 (better than Dave's)

Any excuse to drink will do.

Like today. Except i don't really drink but there were people shoving shots in front of my face, so why not? The first drink of the day was a round of Yager bombs.

Yager bomb:
1. fill up a cup of red bull
2. fill up a shot of Yager
3. hand one each of these to everyone you think can drink (apparently me being 16 is counted as a drinking age)
4. start a countdown from 3
5. drop the shot in the glass with a squeal of excitement
6. scull it all down

Wasn't too bad because of the amount of red bull. Though I couldn't really scull that much so I gave the rest to my brother who had just arrived (my designated driver, oops). I spent the whole day at my sister's boyfriend's dad's place... In other words a house full of Thai people. Pretty much felt left out for most of the day as they mostly spoke Thai to each other, but it was better than spending the day my room.

There was only an air conditioning system in one of the rooms. Which was just great seeing as Perth was a scorching 40 degrees. I had a lot to drink today (not just alcohol) and it was surprising that being such a hot day I only had to pee twice. I mean, that's saying something right? My body needed all the water it could get because it was so hot! Or maybe I just have an enormous bladder? Evs.

Hope you enjoyed my rambling if only to a minimal extent.
Random present I received: Wallet (actually my only)

PS: My sister and her boyfriend got fluffy handcuffs an some sort of... paddle-like hitting device. Some other relative got a playboy bunny suit and another got a kinky blindfold and uhh some sort of kinky tickling feathers on a stick? xD I need to visit the shop in question to know what they're called. But anyway it was HILARIOUS! There was an on going chant from everyone "Open it, open it!" Damn Asian families are noisy. Looks like I'm writing another blog, better shut up D:

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Insight Number 245

Jumping in front of a moving car will have a negative effect on your health.

Well, for me christmas is officially over.It's funny how christmas is that one guilty pleasure that the majority share. We all love recieving presents. Especially good ones. Myself, I recieved two million pairs of boxer shorts, 3 pairs of socks, and a laptop. I hope you guys all got drunk, well fed, and over joyed from presents given and received. Christmas is the day you wait so long for and then it slips through your fingers.

At this point I'd like to send out a thanks and merry christmas for all those who've helped me throughout this year. In particular I'd like to give a thanks and merry christmas to Stephanie and her family and thanks for putting up with me, I know I can be a handful sometimes.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
Random Christmas Carol: Jingle Bells

It's Begining to Feel Alot Like...

It is ironic that in this month of christmas, the season of giving, where the spirit of selflessness should reign down supreme. That I find myself under attack from several people and their selfish ways. An instance of this is when me and my brother were out buying gifts and I was getting some bundy rum(the good stuff) for my dad, and my brother says "Don't get that or he'll say that we bought it for me." How can you think of that when you're clearly buying a gift for someone else? Have you seen any selfish acts lately?

Anyway I've decided that I'm going to cut down the size of my blogs. So they are more bitesize insights into my life than my life in it's entirity. In other news my emotions appear to be back under control, even though I still do severely miss my girlfriend (Stephy).

Lastly I wish ye all a merry ol christmas!
Random Christmas Cheer: Ho Ho Ho

Saturday, December 22, 2007

More Photos





Sorry not in the mood to write... pissed at Dave for not being himself >:

Random movie we hired out: V For Vendetta

Friday, December 21, 2007


Here are a few snapshots of my trip to Perth. It was a good trip and the city itself was strange and interesting at the same time. I was excited like a kid in a candy store. Never having been anywhere on my own before. It was an experience I won't soon forget.

Another plus from the trip is that I'm officially in a relationship with possibly the best girl this side of Saturn. I say that because we all know how crazy those girls from Uranus can be. Though yeah, Steph is great, and I know I'll make a fool of myself when I say that I'm in love with her but I don't care, I do love her.

On a downer though, I have have been depressed and emotionally unstable all week. It's like I've just had the best week of my life, an insight as to how my life should be. Then I come back to this, working 9-5 at a job you hate/don't need. Only being able to communicate with my girlfriend through the internet and by the time I finish work and come home I'm not really in the mood for anything but sleeping and complaining about how shit my life has become. Not to mention my mum and dad have been pissed off at me for the last three days. I haven't been able to go out.

I have returned to hell. Help Me.

Random Monkey in Perth Zoo: Pygmy Marmoset

Sunday, December 09, 2007

2 days

G'day guys, this will be my last post for the next one and a half weeks. Since I'm going over to Perth to see steph in a romantic journey. Which by the way I have just packed my suitcase and am still in disbelief that it is actually happening. Though in a way I'm happy, I finally get to meet the girl who haunts my dreams and enchants my reality.

With any luck things will go as planned and Steph will put up a couple of pictures of us hanging out at the least. Anyway, I need to go to sleep. I have work to go to tomorrow. Not that I'm going to be working as much as worrying, and NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Ken is going to be working, which reminds me to recharge my iPod.

Alrighty guys, I apologize since I've hardly been as entertaining as I could be the last couple of weeks. Alot on the mind, ya know. Though alast it's all coming to an end. So till I blog again I wish you all the best.

(In Arnie Voice)
I'll be back.
Random Thing I Wish I Didn't Have: A Broken Nose

Friday, December 07, 2007

4 Days

Sorry bout not posting lately, it seems the I have gotten a case of sinusitus and been having splitting head aches. Yesterday, I had to stop working and just sit there bathing in the pain extending from the the front part of the face. I had to drive the van like that, no surprise I almost hit two people, first guy deserved it though I had the right away he decided to speed up. What an ass.

Anyway Kate's last day yesterday, so in the spirit of QTAC lest we forget. I'll miss the gossip, and my confidant! Now who am I going to talk to about the Perth Experience? Certainly not any of you. That's for sure. Nah maybe if you're lucky. Well not really lucky, because I wouldn't like to be the one who I talk to about all my lovey dovey emotions. However, since you're reading this you probably understand what that feels like already.

Well, to be honest the last week has been hell, hence my MSN title. Majority of which I've been worried that I might to be able to go to Perth because of my condition or just worrying because so many things can go wrong with the trip. Though right now, at this very moment. I'm starting to think that everything is slowly coming together.

Random Person I Didn't Sit Next To: Ken
Till Tomorrow

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

It's Just Got To Be Pink!

Let's just say I'm glad todays over, I'll be glad when every day is over until next tuesday. It's just that everyday at the moment feels like hell, I haven't been eating, usually have crappy sleeps - you try waking up with a dry mouth, not the most fun, a painfully worrying feeling in my stomach more like my intestines have their own gravitational pull and is sucking my stomach inwards, and last but not least our good friend kate has resigned. On the brightside happy birthday Chris my demented other half.

On the better brightside, after next tuesday, I will be entering heaven, or what heaven must feel like, not that I believe in heaven or hell for that matter. Me, I like to believe in quatum physics woooo. Everyone has to believe in something, even if it's believing in nothing. Nothing is something, much like everyone is different that makes us all the same. Consider your mind blown.

Ever have one of those awkward impulses? Like trying to put your pants in the fridge, or throwing away a letter and keeping an envelope. I had one today, I was inches away from deorderising my tounge. I mean what the hell Dave, wake up son!

Anyway Till Tomorrow
Random Colour Tie: Red and Blue

Monday, December 03, 2007

Does it kill?

"Baseball is a mans sport, if a he can't take an elbow to the face than he shouldn't be playing." Yes, that's exactly what I was told when I was unconcious on the ground. It makes me furious, and disgusted at the same time. Here is a little segment from what my coach wrote about this incident which left me with a broken nose.

"I was Head Coach for the Redlands C-Grade team visiting the Nerangba Demons on Sunday the 24th of November. During the Game, our Pitcher David Williams was pitching a fantastic game, with the Demons extremerely frustrated with their hitting against our Pitcher. The Demons pitcher was a runner at 2nd base, and was caught in a Run-down play that David Williams created through a legal fake pick-off. The runner didn’t know where to run as he was between 2nd and 3rd base, with David Williams running at him and wouldn’t let the runner commit any direction with his hustle towards the runner. As David got within tagging range of the runner (coming directly from the pitchers mound) the runner raised his forearm violently into David’s face. David fell to the ground and didn’t move. We all ran out to him, we all noticed there was a pool of blood on the ground the size of a dinner plate, not just a couple of drips. The runner turned and continued onto the 3rd base, with the umpire calling safe. I told the umpire that the correct decision was for the runner to be called out at the very least, if not thrown out of the game. The umpire replied that this is “senior level Baseball” and the contact was legal. I replied to him that a forearm to the face was not legal, and if he needs to check David Williams blood all over his face, then he can for evidence. The umpire continued to say this was a “big boy’s game and at Senior level it was fine”. I helped David Williams off the field, went to the Scorers box to put a formal protest against the player involved and the umpire. I went back to check on David and only myself and his Father Walter Williams were in the dugout to stop the bleeding. We decided to get some Ice from the canteen for his mangled nose and lips."

Anyway my gut has been killing me all night, one week till I go to Perth. God dam, I'm so worried and nervous. Help me!

Till Tomorrow
Random Gift From Paul: Pink Tie

Where it Lies

I swear, I've never been so excited, worried, happy, and pissed off at the same time. It's like I'm a whirling dervish of emotion.My bro came back, he's fine, and hasn't changed that much. Still the weird gaming junkie he was when he left, except now he can speak Japanese. I had to write up a report for the tribunal, that was fun, I didn't know whether to play the innocent victim, or the tough guy. I think I ended up being somewhere in between, more reeling towards the victim part.

Eight days left till I leave for Perth, this is where the worried, frightened, yet excited and happy emotions come into play. With the latest news being I have a date with Steph and her Mother the first night in town. That will be interesting to say the least. Now, I'm definitely going to have to get her mother a present, though I need a gift that says "Thanks for letting me spend time with your daughter" while at the same time saying "I'm a nice guy who isn't an ass." I wish I chose a psychology major.

Lastly, me and some mates went and saw Beowulf tonight, and let me tell you the movies is nothing special. It's something that will wet your appetite but not let you eat. However, and this is a big however, the story was awesome. Then again everyone loves a good hero story, but this was of a different sort. Fantastic, if you're one for a good story check it out, or else I'd probably give it a miss.

That's All From Me
Random Quote Which Is Bound To Spread Across The Internet: I AM BEOWULF!
Till Tomorrow

Friday, November 30, 2007

Here it goes again!

Ok so super mario galaxy. Undoubtedly, the greatest platform game of the year, if not of previous years. Seriously, this is the best game on the Wii to date (in Australia anyway). The graphics are good, the sound is good (somewhat reminsce of the other marios), the story is somewhat ughhhh, but the gameplay ohhhhh the sweet, sweet game play it is (ironically) out of this world.

One of the greatest things about this game is that they've kept alot of the old characters. Which from the vast array of mario games out there you'd think that they are getting repetitive and boring. However so far I've found myself strangely reminded of super mario bro's 3, with the bringing back of Bowser Jnr and their floating pirate ship armada.

Anyway, when you think of what this game may be like, think super mario 64 and times it by a million! (super mario 64million) Except now through in inverted views and a tottally warped understanding of gravity (which will make you sick at times) and you have yourself a killer game.

Also there is a mass abundance of mini-games, changing of costumes, and more types of monsters you can poke a stick at!

Anyway Till Tomorrow
Random Boss: Bouldergeist!

Thursday, November 29, 2007


Quick list of things:
- My Brother Arrives (2 days)
- Going to Perth (12 days, Technically 11)
- Going before the Tribunal (Next Week)
- Christmas (27 days)
- Working (The next 10 days)

Other Notes: Fractured nose, worried about staying in Perth "alone" (never done that before), worried about what my part is in the whole tribunal thing (things might turn real ugly).

So yeah forgive me if things get heated, whiny, or otherwise over emotional. It's weird how life changes pace so suddenly. One second I'm laying on the couch watching some prime daytime tv with a beer in one hand and the other hand nestled within a bag of chips. Yes, that is the life or at least it was. Now I've been put on busyness code red, slightly higher than code magenta.

Anyway, I guess I should explain the whole internet relationship thing. I mean I'm a decent enough guy, easy on the eyes, good personality, and all that. Nothing overly special, but I've always assumed that I could go out and pick up a girl off the street and I have no doubt that I could. Though, I don't know whether it's my terrible history with girls, or that I'm looking for a relationship rather than a fling. I don't know, all I do know is that she ,Stephanie, came into my life. I enjoy her company, I enjoy her looks, I just enjoy her. So in saying that I mean, I didn't choose it to be an internet relationship, neither of us did. It just happened.

Till Tomorrow
Random Game I Bought: Super Mario Galaxy (remind me to tell you what an awesome game it is tomorrow)

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Things to note;
1. The blood dribbling out of my nose.
2. The swolleness of my nose.
3. The swollen upper lip
4. The intent to kill the mofo who did this.
5. The horrible attempt at growing a mustache for movember.

On the topic of point five, this is my attempt of drawing what Stephy would look like with a mo.

For all those wondering, I've never met Steph before, we met online....

Anyway Till Tomorrow
Random Person Showing Kindness: Frank

Monday, November 26, 2007


Haven't put up a blog in couple of days, just because I don't think anyone - including myself - can keep up with the excessive deterioration of the standard due to the fact that my holidays suck. Well things are a getting a bit spicy at the moment. I apologize for any mistakes, because I'm so dosed up pain medication I hardly know whats even going on. Really, I should be in bed.

So here were everything stands, in fifteen days I'm flying to Perth for a week, to meet a girl that I have been deeply, madly in love with for the past 5 months now. Which is totally unlike me, considering I've never met anyone like this before, let alone fly anywhere on my own. So yeah kind of worried about that.

Next, my brother comes home in five days. He's been in Japan for the last one and a half years. His company went bust so he's coming home, that should be cool though. The last thing I would want right at this moment would be an injury right?

Well, that's what I got after spending several hours in the hospital I found that I had received a fractured nose. From some dirty dirty dirty underhanded baseball, in fact it wasn't even baseball. Let me explain, from the diagram the runner can only run that line called the Runner's Path, if he runs off that line he should be out immediately. I did this maneouver called a pick off and caught the runner off guard, and started to chase him down. So, eventually he fell for my dummy throw and had no where to run to. Then, he charged me. The faggot charged me. I got a shoulder to the nose and fell like a brick, unconcious for a couple of seconds. Woke up in a pool of my own blood.

So yeah, hurray for idiots, what makes it worse is that the umpires did nothing. He should of been thrown out of the game. Now I have an appointment with the judiciary to get the guy suspended. Anything he gets will be a slap on the wrists though.

Anyway Till Tomorrow
Random Joke Someone Made About My Swollen Nose: Hey, now you look half Jewish.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

I Am A Simple Man

I love a good story,a tale, a myth. Something that sucks me in deep and then punches me in the nuts and says "YOU SON OF A BITCH" in that deep Governator voice as seen in the predator. I've heard a few good ones recently, as well as some oldies which I'll unleash upon you guys. I know I'm just scribbling them down here and will hardly do them justice but here goes. Enjoy.

A man returning from work decided to take a short cut, which ironically was a long cut because of the traffic. Someone had crashed there car into a tree, without any emergency services around this man decided to take a look. See if he could help at all.

There was a woman trapped in her car, crushed by her steering wheel. She could barely talk, so this man called 911 and talked to the dieing woman. Asked if he could do anything, she replied "Call my husband." Thus, he mediated the conversation between the woman and her husband, the call ended with a husband in tears and the last words of the woman "I love you," as she was carried away by the paramedics. Though there was nothing they could do, she died before they made it to the hospital.

The man destroyed his phone that night.

I'll post up another abbreviated story tomorrow, love y'all peace out!

Random Artist: Graham Nash
Till Tomorrow

Late Night TV

Late night TV advertisements are...distracting, if you know what I mean.
Though there are good TV series re-runs on. Like Everybody Loves Raymond and My Wife and Kids. Good entertainment for when I can't sleep. But then there's the bad ones like Passions. So freaking dramatic. Ewww. I remember having to watch it before the cartoons started when I was in primary school D:

I had to do an oral on a monologue for English. Dave pointed out this one for me, so here it is:

This monologue is from the Quentin Tarantino’s pop cult classic Kill Bill Volume 2. In which the protagonist Beatrix Kiddo swears revenge on ex-lover Bill and his gang The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad for killing her fiancĂ©, Tommy Plimpton, and friends at her wedding rehearsal. Beatrix once called herself a Deadly Viper, but in the wake of falling pregnant with Bill’s child she left the business in the hope of leading a “normal” life for the child’s security. This scene in the film is just after Bill injects Beatrix with truth serum. He tries to make a point before it starts to take effect.

Bill: As you know...I'm quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book. Not particularly well-drawn. But the mythology...The mythology is not only great, it's unique.

Beatrix: How long does this shit take to go into effect?

Bill: About two minutes. Just long enough for me to finish my point. Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn't become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S" -that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He's weak...he's unsure of himself...he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race. Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plimpton.

School will officially be out on Friday, my last exam. Wish me luck.
Random thing my Mum bought me: Banana shaped paper clips
Good night

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

This Is Me Writing....

-Hey daddy, look I'm writing, I'm doing it, I'M DOING IT.
-Yeah well you're doing a terrible job at it.
-Oh yeah? Lets see you write? huh... huh!
-Umm... let's see. Once upon a time...
-Too exciting
-Ugh, you're such a horrible kid you know?
-Oooooo I like where this is going
-yeah? And your feet smell like dog poo, and your face is so ugly we have to replace every mirror you look at!
-I'm FEELING IT! Thank you sir may I have another!

Welcome to my head.

Till Tomorrow
Random Breakfast: Waffles

Monday, November 19, 2007

Another Boring Day....

Well, okay, semi-boring. Filled up with getting my social fix from MSN and mental stimulation from playing games and writing (story's not complete...). Though a big part of the day was finalising my trip to Perth, which should rock and I am looking forward too it.

Me and my mum were talking about it, and she goes "Oh Dave the risk taker" I gave her a strange look. Not because that was the weirdest thing she could of said. Just because she is totally wrong. I'm Mr Conservative here. Never traveled alone before, don't like needles, don't like heights, don't like creepy crawlies, don't like to drink too much, don't like to be scared, don't like roller coasters. So yeah, Mr Risk Taker isn't exactly the right title for me...

Well my dad's birthday today, happy birthday to you (even though you don't know that this exists!). We had nothing less than a grand royal ceremony where even the queen, kevin rudd, and johnny howard all got up on our dining table and started to do the chicken dance. Ok, so maybe not, but he did get a nice cake which I was fortunate to have half. Next stop obesity....

Random Fruit: Orange
Till Tomorrow

Sunday, November 18, 2007


Sometimes you just got to sit back, relax, and analyse your life, your past, your future.That's when you realise... just what the hell is going on! Give me a second to think of an obscure metaphor.... umm.. Think of the luckiest and happiest (and best) guy in the world, now put him in the 16th century, and then sentence him to a life of torture. That's my life. Think about it.

I heard a good saying the other day, I like quotes, makes you sound wittier than you actually are just like when you're writing big words into your assignments. Like the word abating, no one actually says abating. Anyway saying:
Everything great that has ever been created was by someone who was too dumb to realise it was impossible.

I dunno, I don't have anything funny to write about. I need some stimulation. I think I'm going to write a story tomorrow. So yeah I'll save all my good words like conglomerate for tomorrow.

Till Then
Random Thing I Should of Added: A Picture.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Come Back Tomorrow

No blog today, I wrote one but I don't want to share it with you guys. A little too personal, and as much as I'd love to share it with you it contained some ranting on people close to me. I don't really want to rag publicly on them, so no post today.

Random Card in my Wallet: Blue Card for Child Related Employment.
Love ya lots

Friday, November 16, 2007

White Madness

Work was work, exciting yet painfully dull at the same time. Like riding a train when it's stopped at the station, you know what I mean? Although I guess I would be at home playing games and stuff otherwise so it's good to get out of the house and get some money in the back, front, and side pockets. Hint, hint, nudge, nudge.

I like money. It's my friend.

I found out that the cleaner complained about me to my mum, saying that I have too many clothes on the floor. Which by too many she means one shirt. Apparently she only wants to clean whats already clean (i.e. the rest of the house) and leave the parts untouched (i.e. my rooms). Ugh, that annoys me, the title isn't called cleaner for nothing, you gotta get your hands dirty some of the times. Don't like it? Choose another profession.

Part of my job entails looking over peoples machine scannable answer sheets for a multiple question exam. Okay, now seriously people how hard is it to fill in this form? First though lets set some ground rules.
1. Family Name and Surname are one and the same.
2. Family Name and Surname means your last name only.
3. Your initials are your first and middle names, for some reason Nathen Bidewild had the initials JJ what the hell son.
4. You only scribble in the right answer. Yes somebody decided that every circle but the right answer should be mark. He called up later.
"Uhhh... I've done something stupid."
"Yes you have."

Following these guidelines you're sure not going to annoy someone like me.

Random Thing I Want To Do: Sleep
Till Tomorrow

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Drew Lok Meh Shazam!

Make sense of that title... I dare you. Prepare yourself for the ramblings of a twelve year old as I attempt to write a blog on the worse part of being half sober. Hey, at least I'm sort of finding the right keys... maybe. I'll find out tomorrow, probably around the same time you do.

Anyway I had stuff to right about, how like most of you I hate my job. Such a monotonous drudgery of a thing. It's like if you were to eat pie, and nothing but pie and continually to eat pie for the rest of my life... That was my day. Except not exceptionally good pie like four and twenty, more like home made stuff where the crust is like rusted cardboard. Admittedly cardboard can't rust but if it did you can imagine how bad it would taste.

Lastly friggen chris and his info services routine, I blame him for the ultimate destruction of todays crave train. We were destined for greatness, beyond greatness perhaps maybe even world domination with our awesome rhyming skills (that thrillz) and sexy physique (mine more so than chris) as well as awesome sense of humour, that no one else gets. Together like pinky and brain, except we will be successful. I just can't help leaving this blog without some sort of phallic overture so here goes:
Dubsy - Visionary, Shaman, Dream Weaver/Writer says:
is that the restaurant across the road?
Nolan says:
Dubsy - Visionary, Shaman, Dream Weaver/Writer says:
I'm sure he gets plenty of italian suasage there
Dubsy - Visionary, Shaman, Dream Weaver/Writer says:
and not the type you eat... well not the type you find on a pizza
Nolan says:
Nolan says:
not the type u wanna find on a pizza
Dubsy - Visionary, Shaman, Dream Weaver/Writer says:
unless it's a sexy pizza
Nolan says:
u up for a sexy pizza for lunch?
Dubsy - Visionary, Shaman, Dream Weaver/Writer says:
yeah why not
Nolan says:
so our options r hot italian sausage, a long 12 incher, sushi or the duckman

Random Colour Dress: Yellow
Till Tomorrow

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Trapped in a Box!

Hello, my name is David and I'm twenty years old, pleased to meet you. How lame does that sound. Ever introduced yourself lately? Why not put a spin on things, Tell people that you're a contract killer? Tell them that you're over 300 years old, though you hide well. Or better yet, just tell them that they will die in the next fifteen minutes and wish them a pleasant rest of their short life. Either way, make an impression, people forget you otherwise and that's not cool.... not cool at all.

Since it's that time of year, actually I'm probably a bit late, for all those doing exams, I wish you the very best of luck. If you're already done then I wish you all the very best of good times of getting wasted and enjoying your holidays in whatever way, shape, or form you deem necessary.

Lastly, what is up with my dad and calling at the worst times? Yesterday, I was playing my game which I long forgot and get up to this mega boss and in the middle of the fight he calls. Gah, way to ruin the whole immersive experience. Next thing I know today I'm cooking lunch put it in the microwave for two minutes halfway through BAM! Get another call... it's always about the most minuscule things that I really don't care about as well. It just annoys the hell out of me.

Random Book I'm Reading Again: Mossflower
Till Tomorrow

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

I Don't Know.... Evs

So I'm looking at the keyboard, waiting for inspiration to grab it's overly large and cumbersome wooden plank and slap me several times around the forehead.... So far, no luck. So I guess it's another crappy day, with another crappy blog. Let's face it my holidays are boring. Where other people would be out on the beach, meeting friends, and other possibly eventful activities. I sit at home alone, playing games... Kind of depressing.

That being said I did get to spend the day with a special someone, and that made it all the more worth while. Yes, my dog bear, if you are reading this that is you. Anyway a mate of mine was reading about a job opening as a game writer for bioware's new MMO. He convinced me to give it a shot despite my lack of experience both as a writer and as someone from the industry but evs(whatever) right?

Last but not least was Steph's amazing giggle fit, which in itself was absolutely hilarious. She must have giggled for at least five minutes, and I don't know if you've ever found yourself in a similar situation but I couldn't help but to surrender myself into a monstorous rage of laughter myself. So there we were a couple of idiots laughing non-stop, to the point where Stephy was grasping for air. Maybe this should be introduced as a new assassination technique? Maybe I shouldn't have told you that.... Don't kill me I have so much to give.

Random Movie I'm Boycotting: Saw 4
Till Tomorrow

Monday, November 12, 2007

Under Appreciated and Annoyed

Today I spent the majority sleeping and playing computer games. I came to the sad realisation that this will be my life for the next four months, or however long this ridiculously long holiday goes for. Minus of course, my brother coming home, and brief stint in Perth if things keep going the way that they are. Though it's on days like these that my mind begins to wonder and over analyze things, making them worse than they appear.

Ever wonder if dogs think like us? I doubt it, they're so silly creatures. I mean who/what in the right mind would want me to rub my grubby hands all over their skin? Absolutely no-one. Minus of course, my dogs. Though do you think dogs ever realise what their doing? Or they just do it and don't really care about the consequences. You really should try it out sometime. How? Take a dump on your best mates carpet. Have sex with a complete stranger. Come on! Experience life as a dog!

Anyway that's all from me today, a bite size 'think about this' has now been officially inserted up your nose and into your brain. Making it that oh so tiny bit bigger. Or maybe it's been a complete waste of time... Probably the later.

Random Quote: A failure is a man who has blundered, but is not able to cash in on the experience. (Elbert Hubbard)
Till Tomorrow

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Are You The One

Thus ends another week, with a day much like all days. I'm still looking for the fantastic day that will redefine me as a man. Don't think it will come for a while by the looks. Maybe 27 days, if you know what I mean. Which you don't, I'll inform you later... Maybe, if you're lucky. Which if you're reading this you most probably arn't, just think of all the mysterious goodness that you're missing out on by reading my thoughts, feelings, and other rubbish which no one should give a dam about.

Today, however, I learnt the down side of having a wireless mouse, minus the whole battery conundrum, which is when the stuff goes the wrong the way and you get mad/upset/frustrated and you're holding an ergonomic mouse in your hand. Let me just say, the desire to hurl this bad boy into the wall/through the window was phenominal. Seriously, I need a wired mouse... quickly.

Anyway in too much pain to talk much more, I'm wondering why I play baseball when I end up like a dead man at the end of the day. Sort of doesn't make it worthwhile in the long run. Oh well, some people get there kicks by sniffing their babies ass (scotty) while others feel the need to go zorbing(allison).

Random Place I Want To Be: Anywhere but here....
Till Tomorrow

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Hurr, Stand on Moi Tunnl!

Holidays, the time that haunts every working man, woman, and child. The time they long for within the confines of their cubicles, classrooms, or other daily prison cells. It is also the time where people don't know what the hell to do with themselves, and get lost in the dull drudgery of doing nothing. All of your self purpose and willingness to get off your butt dissapears with a whisper of the word holidays.

That's where I'm finding myself right now, yesterday I tried to fill that hole by buying a couple of games for my Wii. It was either that or get a xbox 360, since my bro bitches at me everytime I mention the later, I decided to get the games. It was weird though, when I was at the shop I told the clerk that I needed to get a new controller as well my dog had eaten the last. She gave me this look it was the "yeah right and aliens abducted my soon to be baby in ten to twenty years" look... You know the one.

I gotta say it though, and I've said it before and believe me I'll say it again. Piercings and tattoos are not attractive, with the minor exception if you're an artist which I can assure you most of us arn't. Though nothing says 'I'm not attractive' more than a piece of metal hanging out of ones face. Actually it says 'I'm not attractive and my career looks bleak.' Let's face it, people arn't going to hire you if you have piercings, it's not a good business move... Unless working for a company that does BBQ equipment for bikers.

Anyway that's me for now
Random Game I bought: Metroid Prime 3
Till Tomorrow

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Jumbled Up Words Spell Microphone!

Okay, I'm worried, I have a right to be worried. Nothing personal this time, but I was at the train station and there was a "stand behind the yellow line" sign. Where a guy with headphones has his foot over the line, and his shadow turns to blood on the train tracks (obviously suggesting he walked to far). Now the worrying thing, is the first four words.

Stop, use a bridge

Is it just me or does anyone else think thats a subtle hint for people commiting suicide in the future? Kind of freaked me out when I saw it. Had to look three times and still unsure that was what it said. Whatever ever happened to the olden days, where this crap didn't happen. Everyone has fucked up lives but you don't see us go do unecessary things.

Anyway I finished all my exams today. Again absolutely smashing the exam in the face with the might of my knowledge. TREMBLE AT THE POWER OF MY BRAIN YOU INFIDELS! Feel it burn into your intestines and rip out your heart through your nostrils. That's how powerful it is, actually thats only 1/10th of the power.

Okay so I got a little carried away. I tend to do that. Anyway

Random Chat:
Nate "Danger Zone" Wight says:
im gonna fly you out on knuckle airlines
Nate "Danger Zone" Wight says:
fist class
Dubsy - Visionary, Shaman, Dream Weaver/Writer says:
I hope you're hungry because I'm going to ram my fist down your throat!
Till Tomorrow

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Yellow Tracksuit!

Firstly.... the reason I close the door while I'm sleeping....

On the topic of Bear... he has broken through the barrier! My last/only line of defense has been penetrated! I had a dog on the lap the entire day today, so unproductive....

See what I had to put up with! I am clearly unimpressed.

Anyway I got my last test in 15 hours and 38 minutes, so I gotta get back to le study.

Random Drink: Iced Coffee
Till Tomorrow

P.S. Few changes with the blog, I corrected the time to Brisbane time (wooo) and opened it up to allow anyone to comment. You don't have to register, so yay.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

I Never Want this to End!

Today, was a day. Well not that I can really account for that. I spent most of the day with my eyes closed sleeping. Sort of exhausted all my brain power on the test yesterday and not as interested in the one on thursday. In fact from the lectures it seems pretty much general knowledge. Though I guess that's how it's meant to seem after you study it for thirteen weeks.

Highlight of the day so far has to be the HUMONGOUS piss that my dog, bear (ghengis is too cool for that sort of thing), did on the couch leg. It was so big that I was surprised not to find Steve Carell out on my lawn trying to build some sort of boat. So yeah cleaning that up, not fun. Conflicting arguments going through your head "Clean it up Dave, it is your duty as a warrior!" "Leave it Dave, it's someone else's problem." Or something like that.

Been watching Invader Zim alot as well lately. So I have no shortage of random obscure quotes to throw at people. e.g. Why is there BACON IN THE SOAP?!, or,Noooo the moose has failed me! Ughh that show is great.

Random Zim Quote: You're after my robot bee!
Till Tomorrow

Monday, November 05, 2007

Something for Everyone

Yay, first exam done and smashed. Kinda stupid though, we did it in a tiered room and I could sort of see everyone elses answer sheet. Kind of defeats the purpose of having an anti cheat policy. However, despite that obvious advantage I was surprised to find I didn't need it... In fact the girl in S310 sitting in front of the guy with the red timberland t-shirt and the over washed jeans you got question twenty wrong. The answer was C!

I heard a riddle on the radio today about a farmer with three horses. He needed to go into town to do the groceries for his wife who was bedridden with a broken leg. He couldn't ride one because it was too sick, he couldn't ride the other one because it was too old, and he didn't take the third one because? It only took a second for me to come up with the answer " it was his grandma!" Ok, so it wasn't the correct answer, but better than anything you could come up with.

Lastly, we are meant to be recieving our new modem tomorrow. Just like we were meant to recieve it last thursday, which they ended up delivering on friday coincidently enough when nobody was home. So yeah they told us, anywhere between 8 and 1, nice and vague just the way I like it. So now instead of being in the comfort of my bed studying I gotta wait downstairs with the wooden chairs that make my ass sore.... Thanks alot crappy delivery company.

Anyway till tomorrow
Random Question on Todays Paper: What type of strategy determines the way a business should compete?

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Half Empty or Half Full

The studyfest 2007, term two, continued today. How exciting, and by exciting I mean I would rather eat my own foot than learn anymore on Mintzbergs Managerial Roles. Despite there being three sections (interpersonal, informational, and decisional) and goes down further into.... OH MY GOSH! Look at me blab on about it, it's like I've been brain washed.

It is weird though, that in this dark dark dark hour of mine. I've been thinking of a few things like my future, and I've come to the realisation that I'm really not sure what I'm going to do for my career. I have so many paths opened up for me, writer, manager, or games designer. Though despite not knowing what I'm going to do, there is one thing that I am sure of... I will be successful. Remember my name my fellow chumbuckets I'm off to the moon....

Anyway 17 and a half hours till my first test begins wish me luck.

Random dead person I've learnt about: Frederick Taylor
Till Tomorrow

Saturday, November 03, 2007

There's No Logic.

Well, sorry I haven't been blogging the last couple of days. Been under alot of stress, had to get an assignment due today as well as a test on monday. Added on to that are alot of little things, like my mum going to canada, working yesterday, and baseball tomorrow. So yeah stressed to max, been studying so hard I got business strategies leaking out of my anus...

It's weird what stress does to you, or more so to me. I've been thinking about stuff, stuff I shouldn't be. For example, a pornographical tale of pinochio, where it isn't his nose that grows when he tells a lie. Now what the hell? I mean seriously... There is something wrong with me.

Anyway I still got a crapload of study, and nows the perfect time to do it. That is to say Steph is at work, and not here to distract me woooo... Poor Steph though. McDonalds seems a horrible place to work.

Random Test This Week: ITB751 Games Production
Till Tomorrow

Friday, November 02, 2007

A Year Older, A Year Better!

I didn't get any presents or a cake D: I love cake. The only thing I got was a card from The Raine Study. Its an organisation that studies child health which I was involved with since I was a foetus. Plus they mail one every year, so it doesn't really count. But don't worry! They'll all come later, after exams when I have a family party. Hopefully.

Anyway I finished the other story last night without Dave's help (except for the awesome first paragraph) and I had to stay up all night to get it done. So be lenient.

(Extract Two)

The night was darker than most nights, a lonely darkness, and the once rampant streets filled with passengers were now emptied. Everyone knew this bitter silence; it was the sound of war, the sound of protection. No one dared talk at night, if they did it would be in whispers, afraid that enemy spies might hear them if they talked too loud. Sadako and her mother were sleeping in the bedroom on their bedrolls side by side. Their night ended early in preparation for the early rise tomorrow morning.

Horrors often begin on what looks like the best of days. It was still morning, but the day promised good weather. There were no clouds in sight revealing the sheer blue of the sky. Beyond the sky was a star, the one who gives Earth light and thus life, the Sun. It was cool in doors and not too hot outside. The morning air had crispness to it, it smelt good. Everything seemed well.

It was a Saturday, The Cutting Edge had just opened shop. An old man, a regular, was welcomed inside and offered a seat by Sadako. Mrs Sasaki readied her cutting instruments on the mobile draws.

“What would you like done today Mr Kiyoko?” She asked cheerfully.
“The usual, just a clean shave.”
Mrs Sasaki got to work applying cream onto his face.
Looking in the mirror he saw Sadako sweeping the floor and exclaimed, “Hmm, your little girl seems ignorant of all the bad things in the world. There’s always a smile on her face!”
“That’s her alright,” Mrs Sasaki chuckled.
“It’s better to be happy than sad Mr Kiyoko! You should try some time,” Pointed out Sadako. They all laughed together.
An air raid siren rung loud, cutting short their laughter.
“Should we go to the bomb shelter now Mother?”
“No dear, it’s probably just another weather plane.”
“And I need you to finish my shave!” The aged man added.
A second bout of laughter followed.

Mr Kiyoko paid for his shave over the counter.
“Great job as always, Mrs Sasaki.”
“Oh, heh. My pleasure. Have a great day will you!” Mrs Sasaki said blushing.
“Byebye Mr Kiyoko!!” Sadako called out.
Mr Kiyoko waved back, smiling.

Sadako moved the chair Mr Kyoko was sitting on to the centre of the room. Grabbing the broom she started sweeping the hair clippings, careful to get right into the edges of where the floor meets the wall. Finishing up she placed the chair under the shelf and turned around to find where her mother was.

Meanwhile, an American bomber plane was dropping its prize. A blue parachute shot upwards from America’s ultimate weapon, an atomic bomb. The plane turned back to where it came from. The Americans had named it Little Boy. Once in the safe zone the pilot pressed the red button on the control in his hand, detonating the Little Boy above the city of Hiroshima.

Sadako couldn’t see her mother in the room. She started walking to the back room to check if she was there. She stopped halfway to the door and turned to the window spurred by a loud sound from outside. She saw a blinding flash causing her eyes to close shut. The crashing sound grew louder, until it was surrounding her. The sound of glass shattering, walls crumbling, and then nothing. Sadako lay on the ground, unconscious.

This Saturday was the day the sun rose twice. This light did not give life though; instead it took away the life of everything it touched. The sky could not be seen anymore as the thick black smoke covered the city. Black rain started to fall sizzling the burning houses and blackening everything else. Hiroshima was now a hell where those who somehow survived envied the dead. The atomic bomb wasn't just a weapon, it was a curse. Although it wasn’t the bomb that killed everyone, it was humans murdering humans.

After the smoke had cleared the plane flew once more over what once was Hiroshima. The pilot couldn’t help just staring at the mass destruction below with wide eyes.

“My God…What have we done?”
“I’m very proud of you. It’s been a long road, but I think we just won the war,” Replied General Grover.

I think it needs to be more dramatic. Oh well, it's handed in already. Time to eat my pasta alfredo.
Random Disney Song I Like: Can You Feel the Love Tonight?
Till some undetermined day in the future

Thursday, November 01, 2007

I Can't Believe A Monkey Is Winning.

The beginnings of a story for that Hiroshima assignment I've been working on (with the help of Dave again). It's sort of a make believe extract of a story, but yeah enjoy the wall of text!

Background: This is a fabrication of the story of Sadako Sasaki. A girl born in 1943 who survived the atom bombing of Hiroshima when she was 2 years old, only to die of leukemia as a result of the radiation. When she was hospitalised Sadako's best friend told her of an old Japanese legend which said that anyone who folds a thousand paper cranes would be granted a wish. Sadako’s wish was to get well. She started to fold paper cranes and completed over 1000 before dying on October 25, 1955 at the age of twelve. After her death the girl’s courage created a movement for peace, with paper cranes as the symbol of peace. This part of Sadako’s story describes the life of her parents and when her father has to leave to join the military shortly after she was born.

(Extract One)

It was cool autumn night. The wind cut through the air like a hot blade through butter, whistling a hostile song as it raged against the buildings and rattled the trees. Where other houses would sway or retreat from such onslaught, one house stood strong against the oppression. This house had a mission; a sense of purpose, for it was protecting something precious; a mother, a father, and their child. The Sasakis.

In the bedroom a baby girl lay, curled in the foetal position, fighting against the cold. Her body protected by four walls of her cot and a handmade blue blanket. She dreamt throughout the night. Occasionally she would let out a grunt or reach out her hand as if trying to snatch something important that only her mind could conjure. Her parents had named her after her grandmother; Sadako Sasaki.

Adjacent to the bedroom was the living room which could also be turned into a dining room if the occasion called for it. It was the largest room in the house where its walls were in fact partitions to the other rooms. Black wooden frames held the partitions in place with white paper sliding doors allowing the occupants to pass as they please. The floor was covered with brown tatami mats the shoulders of each one touching their neighbours. Thirty minutes had passed before Sadako finally closed her eyes for the night, leaving Mr and Mrs Sasaki to enjoy the rest of the quiet evening in their living room.

Next door was a small barbershop owned by the Sasaki family appropriately named ‘The Cutting Edge.’ Sadako’s parents ran the shop seven days a week. It was a small wooden building, easy to miss, but it was there. The interior, much like the exterior, wasn't anything special with whitewashed walls and black furnishings. The place looked organized despite the unswept hair which littered the floor. This was covered up by plush, black leather chairs lining the two side walls neatly. Each seat cleverly tucked beneath a small shelf only providing enough space for tools and other necessities needed by the barbers. Above these shelves hung tall rectangular mirrors creating the illusion of space inside the tiny building.

The Sasaki’s who were exceptional at their craft found business was hard to come by as there were many competitors in Hiroshima. So they offered a smaller fee and relied on regular customers, only bringing in enough money to get by without any of life’s luxuries.

Mrs Sasaki was busy sharpening barber instruments that were strewn across the small table in the centre of the room. Using a flat grey stone, in which were embedded tiny particles of a different kind of stone that sparkled silver, she maintained a steady movement with her arm keeping the stone at the same angle. She repeated the ritual in expert manner with consistent precision and pressure almost as if it were mechanical. A grating sound rung through the air with each swift pin pointed movement diminishing as she reached the end of the instrument. Once satisfied with the sharpness of the scissors she was working on, she blew on it to remove any metal dust and wiped it down with a soft cloth containing a polishing agent.

Mr Sasaki was on his old armchair on the opposite side of the table. It was a little torn and dusty but comfortable all the same. He reached down the side of the armchair to get the paper that was carelessly thrown on the ground after work that day. The paper had the back page facing up. He picked it up turning it the right way around. The paper fell to the ground as quickly as it had been picked up. It lay there face up, the headline reading 'Japan has been attacked!' He quickly scanned the page.

“Dear…” He whispered.
“Hmm, something wrong hon?” Replied his wife.
“News about the war.”
Mrs Sasaki sighed at this subject. Everyone knew it was going on but dared not talk about it. Many lives had been lost already.
“I never liked that Emperor Hirohito. Invading China like that,” She commented.
“What can a poor family like us do anyway? Nothing. We have no power, we have no say. The Emperor does as he wishes. And right now he’s wishing for all able-bodied men to join the military,” Mr Sasaki said.
Mrs Sasaki stopped her work.
“That means you, doesn’t it…?”
“Says here that they’ll be going around the houses tomorrow.”
“No. It, it can’t be,” She said in disbelief.
“For the honour of this family I have to go. I should start packing,” Mr Sasaki said bluntly.

Mr Sasaki stepped into the bedroom sliding the door shut behind him. His wife stared at the empty armchair trying fight back the tears that rolled freely down her cheeks. He stood behind the door for a few seconds, looking at the roof for answers, listening to the gentle, strangled sobs emerging from the previous room. He walked quietly to the cot, where Sadako laid still sound asleep. Stroking her cheek he spoke in a whisper.

“What if the war comes here? How can I protect you and your mother then? Growing up poor is already bad enough for you, Sadako, but growing up in a world of fear, of war?”
He paused, thinking.
“I need to help stop this war before it reaches our home. I just have to.” Bending over the cot he let out a deep sigh then kissed his daughter’s forehead. Withdrawing from the cot he walked to the cupboard to find a packing bag.

Time to write another part of the story now. [Hint about the storyline: It'll involve a huge explosion]
Random thing I'd rather be doing: Eating cake (don't know if I'll be getting one today D:)
Till... my other story is finished!

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Maybe Some Beer

Ok, I seriously don't get people who dress gothic/emo. Today was hot, and by hot I was sweating just sitting down. You go for a small walk and come back as if you just jumped of niagra (viagra.... hehehe... dam you immaturity!) falls, yet still you have these guys wearing full black leather jackets, down to long pants and boots. How the hell can you do that? I seriously wanted to take off my clothes not put more on.

Anyway, I need to give Chris a shout out. Work chris that is, probably the funniest guy this side of a line drawn between funny people and not so funny people. Though yeah, he is my partner in crime at work. We usually just bitch about ken or other stuff which amuses us or attempt to rap. We are the Crave (chrave, chris dave = chrave) Train after all. So let me attempt to drop the QTAC RAP.

This is the QTAC RAP
It's shit, it's horrible, I accept that
but we continue to rhyme
like a pair of lyrical masterminds
planting literal C4 up your behinds
rapping like it's a crime
we'll keep on doing it till the end of time
well just before
because that's who we are
the boys from QTAC
always got your back

Bang bang skeet skeet, peace out y'all.
Random Person's Birthday Tomorrow: Stephanie Lai
Till Tomorrow

Tuesday, October 30, 2007


My car, broom broom!
Look into my eyes, and repeat after me 'I am a chicken, I am a chicken.' Now when I clap my hands you will be a chicken!
My house... I'm not that rich....
Awww what a cutie...
... Maybe not.

Woooo Ghengis cameo!
That was my day.
Random object in my pics: Electrical Box.
Till Tomorrow

Monday, October 29, 2007


Another day another dollar, and by another dollar I mean another thousand dollars. I got my tax refund back today woo hoo. Now time to buy that Xbox 360, well I mean, after my exams next week. Sort of beginning to enter panic mode, a permanent browning of the pants with the idea that tests are just around the corner.

Anyway I should apologize to Stephy, I sorta did do an open letter to her yesterday but the only reason for this is because a lot of people make the same mistake, myself included. You can't be so hard on yourselves. I mean life will always have it's ups and downs, it's one constant kick in crutch after another you get that breath of fresh air for a second before BAM! A free vasectomy for you!

So yeah, me and Kate got up to more mischief today. As we do. We should create an office gang or something and roam the streets picking out people's flaws and giving them funny nicknames. We philosophise about relationships and what they mean, whether a kiss was a sympathy kiss, or something much deeper. It's an interesting time. Guys helpful hint: Don't get yourself drunk at your 'want to be' girlfriends place and use it as an excuse to stay the night. It's not attractive, in fact down right arrogant.

Anyway Doctor Dave is making a house call
Random Topping on my Sub: Olives
Till Tomorrow

P.S. That poem was mostly written by Steph, I just dotted the i's and crossed the t's.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Dave hates poems.

Nevertheless he still helped me with it (a lot of it). It's for a school assignment so please dig in and criticise.
NOTE: It's suppose to be about the atomic bombing in Hiroshima.

Be With You
By Stephanie Lai

The ominous flash now abating
A new darkness has dawned.
I look across the room,
To where you were standing.
But all I see are our memories,
You are gone.

The sakuras flashed gold
As the last crinkle was smoothed.
The purest white kimono will be drowned,
In the tumbling rain outside.
It was of no concern.
You were the only thought on my mind.

Tears stinging my eyes
Like a child in a sandpit I dig,
Through a sea of twisted metal and shattered glass.
Blood leaking from broken skin.
I uncover your hand and pull you free,
You struggle to say, “I love you.”

Tears glistened my eyes
As I looked into yours.
On our day come and gone
Holding hands in the shrine, united in soul.
The priest asked a question
You replied softly, “I do.”

Now spirited away, your grip quickly loosening,
Heartbeat fading.
I lay my head upon your chest
Only to weep of this thought;
Never again will I feel the sweet touch of your lips.
If only I could be with you.

I draw in a quick breath,
Realisation floods through me.
In life we are apart,
In death we could be together.
In search of something deadly
To plunge into this aching heart.

I remember our day clearly.
Reiterating my vows,
I will be with you for all eternity-
A deal sealed with a kiss.
I open my eyes, to my joy I see

Now I need to write a short story..
Random thing in my fridge: White Chocolate Mudcake
Till some undetermined day in the future

And More Drama...

Steph! Dammit girl,you got to stop blaming yourself for everything that happens between us. It takes two to tango, and two to have an argument, and two to have a relationship. Stop shouldering the world, you're not Atlas... Or are you? Huh? Didn't think so. I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have you, I just forget myself sometimes. So babe (despite how much you hate being called that, it was either that or my sweet african sugar monkey, on second thought that would of been better)...
If I made you feel second best, I'm sorry I was blind... You were always on my mind.
Yeah it's a Michael Buble` song but still, it's the thought that counts.

Anyway back to being injured from baseball, though this time it was my fault. The ball got drilled back up the middle, and I stuck out my bare hand to try and stop it. Well it sort of looks like this:

Ouchie, good news is that it came off me and went straight to the shortstop who was standing on the base. Hurray, an out. We lost the game though which was pretty depressing. There was a turning point and we just lost ourselves after that.

Good news for those who want more pics, the dude, a dude. Stan was taking photo's during the game today. I'll send him an email see if I can get my hands on some of my action shots.

Anyway thats enough out of me
Random Person Who Called Me: Kate
Till Tomorrow

P.S. Mind the hat hair would you...

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Uneaten hegehog....

Well Dave land's normal, lasted a day. Feeling like absolute ass, I haven't frowned this badly since I got rejected from the course I wanted to get into. Not even this extremely hilarious youtube clip could wipe the smile off my face:
I mean, this is how bad I am feeling right now. I tip toed down stairs, crawled behind the furniture (army style), went into sneak mode in the kitchen. Scavenged a lost helpless hedgehog slice who got seperated from it's herd. Pocketed it in my pants, crawled back along the ground. Ran into my mum and persuaded her that I was only following a trail of ants, which I doubt she bought though gave me enough time to make a run for it. Finally getting back to my room, and you know what?
I had no apetite.

It's someone/someones/or something has strung two weights from the side of my mouth and held my smile hostage. Bunch of emotional meglomaniacs, trying to take over my face for their own evil purposes. Soon I'll be making weird, and annoying faces at everyone... Only this time it won't be on purpose!

Anyway I hoped you laughed at my misery.
Random Candidate Last Name: Roper
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Friday, October 26, 2007


Is being a slut a hereditary disease or something because I saw three girls, well two girls and their mum. They were all so skankified, I mean one was wearing a slipknot shirt (is liking slipknot a crime? no, but wearing their T-Shirt is. Especially, if you are wearing too much make up and overweight.), the other was wearing a T-Shirt that said "I'm a bitch, just not yours." And the mum was wearing a shirt with monkey's, which probably wasn't that bad but give off an aura of skankiness. So I made a judgement call, maybe being a skank does run in the family.

Alright so my part of my job is being an examiner, which means I'm the guy at the front of the room falling asleep behind the walls of a good book. Though today in my test there was a brother and sister couple. How do I know this? They both had red hair! All people red haired people extend from Great Beard the Red, an acient norse god who took a shower in the blood of Zeus. Then mated with a human woman... and a horse. Point is that they were brother and sister and as silly as it may sound I had to keep one eye on one and another eye on the other. By the end of the two hours I was dizzy and had a massive headache.

In other news, things went back to normal in Dave land. Well normal as they can get in this mixed up world of mine. Which is great, I'm in love, and in love with being in love.

This love bird has to go sing
Random Thing I'm Looking Forward To: Perth!
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Thursday, October 25, 2007

Mission Complete!

Today I came to the realisation how much I hate poetry. It's such literal non-sense, I'm going to stick with writing short stories and other stuff that people could possibly (though highly unlikely) be interested in. I mean can't even understand this lyrical rubbish.

So yeah, just finished an assignment and handed it in. One hour before it's due, talk about being fashionably late... Well early... Well late early. Whatever, or evs, depending on how hip you are.

Lastly some stuff happened today, and I was like wow. It was great.

See what poetry does to me? Makes my brain turn to gibberish. Ugghhh. It's so retarded one day I have to much to write about the next day I have none. Though to be honest I did something today which I shouldn't have, kinda worried about how the next few weeks will pan out now. Don't know who to talk to about it either, I might end up hurting someones feelings.... Why is life so complicated sometimes?

Anyway that'll be enough worrying from me today
Random Game on My PC: Gunbound
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Diffusion Gradient

An update for those who don't know, it's a little late but South Africa won the Rugby World Cup. Boring.... The actual grand final match sucked as well, not one try was scored. What's the point of tries if no one actually attempts to get one, why not just make the field oval and call it AFL. I know, it's a bit drastic but still the point remains.

Okay, so what is the deal with machoism in this day and age. I mean the pure act of chivalry is almost dead, well, more so in hiding. The fact that girls are unconceivable as being the 'good' sex, is utter lies. In fact most of the girls I know would be considered down right evil compared to me. Not just voodoo and black magic evil we are talking about sacrificing lambs and eating cats evil. Yeah, it really is that bad...

Anyway, check out these cool videos of transformer costumes. Not really big on the whole cosplay thing, but you have to admire the effort and blatant disregard for any self respect:

Random Saying: You can not make milk into cheese!
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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Oh No It's Mario!

Alright, Linkin Park is officially awesome. The show was fantastic, and both me and Big D were satisfied with the concert. Highlights of the night, giving Chris Cornell the finger, getting involved in the monstrous mexican waves during the intermission, listening to hit after hit from Linkin Park, and finally offering some vanilla fingers to the guys in the car next to us. All in all it was a great night.

I must say though, I felt out of place being there. Not that I'm not an emo,I might be though I wouldn't say so, but like people were rocking out. Like Big D he was standing up head banging, waving his hands around like a maniac and I just sat there in the chair. I mean, they were awesome but I'm not just about to make a fool of myself because of that. I got a persona, albiet a crappy one, to attend to. So yeah I'm not a hard rocker, maybe I'm a soft rocker, or maybe I'm not a rocker at all. I don't know, whats the difference, are their any lines in rock 'n' roll, I thought it was all about breaking the lines and sticking it to the man. Dang it, now I've just gone and confused my lil ol' head.

Anyway, hypocrits, I officially hate them. I mean not people who contradict themselves on purpose but these ultimate slutty hoe bags who go around wearing a shirt that says "Cheer up emo kid." THIS SHIRT IS EMO! Hence, wearing it makes you emo, so in actuality you're not only emo but a moron for wearing a shirt that insults your sub-culture. And yes, we saw this shirt about 14 times last night. And yes, I was annoyed everytime I saw it. On the topic of bad taste in clothes, have you seen these shirts which are completely black/white then in some fluro writing says "I love my boyfriend" or something overly cliche`d like that? What it should say is "I love looking bad" or "I love bad taste" or something along those lines.

Ugh, today's one of those days when I have too many things to write about. I'll keep it there for now, consider yourself lucky.
Random Stand Up Comedian: George Carlin
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What... he asked for it. Though he got it wrong when Chris said that no one in the crowd had flipped him off all night. I flipped him off. Ask Big D, he's my witness. So I was more than overjoyed when he wanted the crowd to rip into him. Though I must say, that Chris played a pretty decent gig. Though he was completely over shadowed by the main event, Linkin Park. Man the crowd went off, there were times when the singer (Sorry not a huge LP fan anymore, Mike or the other guy?) was screaming and I couldn't hear him over the obscenely loud cheers of the crowd. So all in all it was a great night.

We also got some great stories to come out of it as well. Begining with being frisked up by some old bat (was it really necessary to grap my ass?), to an empty can of vanilla fingers and my bladder. Though one story, was this guy who we met in the line for some merchandise. We began conversing after I made the comment 'All the proceeds from tonight go to charity' which made us all giggle a little. So we were in line for twenty minutes or so deciding what we were going to buy, if anything, personally I was opposed to begin with. Though after waiting twenty minutes I had a hunger, that needed to be fed. So anyway, we discussed the pros and cons of each of the items, as well as how much they would of cost to make compared to the perceived cost they were selling them for.

So after twenty minutes waiting the joke of the moment was that we would hit the front counter and they would be sold out. Unfortunately for our new found friend this was the case, with the store being sold out of both the beanie that he wished to purchase as well as his size of shirt. I had a guilty chuckle to myself, as he retired empty handed. I'm a cruel person....

Anyway I'll tell you more later on
Random Thing I Stood In Line For: ATM
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Sunday, October 21, 2007

Coming at You Like a Shark With Knees

So today I got dragged into umpiring, hurray, hence why my chest hurts at the moment. Apparently, I can't go near baseball without being hurt in some way, shape, or form. Today it was a ball to the chest. Which for some reason made my asthma act up, why? I don't know. Not that a ball to the chest helps anyway.

Anyway the biggest thing today was that I spoke to Steph's mum today. Wow, that was awkward. I was totally not expecting that. Though it seemed to go OK, I got her to laugh a few times, though had to apologize once or twice for using sayings when I probably shouldn't have. Thank the lord that it's not her that I have to impress so much as Steph. However, I think I'll trick her into liking me with my good looks (cough) and charm (cough cough).

Lastly, I've been pretty slack with my uni work. Not that I've been trying to, it's just been hard to find the right information. Kind of annoying that they do a lecture on Human Resource Management however it focuses on a completely different segment to what the assignment. Thanks guys,for completely useless subject material. I've so totally given up going to the lectures for that subject. Such a waste of time.

Anyway I'm back to being myself I wonder how much this will last
Random Thing I'm Doing Tomorrow: Work....
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P.S. You should never sleep or the monkey folk will steal your face.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

We Just Know that the Fight Ain't Fair...

I don't know why but for the last couple of days I've felt like absolute ass. By that I mean that I've just been feeling under the weather, for the most part I've been sleeping half the day away, maybe more. I don't know I'm just not myself. I guess the thing is that I wish my life was a fairy tale or had some sort of fairy tale. Ever walk down the street looking at people and going 'I wish I was that guy.' That's what I feel sometimes. I just hope it all works out, I'm sick of being hurt.

That being said I stubbornly volunteered to do plate umpiring for the minor team tomorrow and if the past is any indication of what's going to happen. I suspect I'm going to get hurt a whole alot more tomorrow. Last time I copped a baseball right on my hand, and another two on my legs. I was one sore brother after those games. That's for sure. Though it's pretty fun, calling strikes and balls, you basically have full control over the game and can tip the game in anysides favour (insert evil laugh here). Not that I do any of that.

Check out my new quote of the day thingo on the side somewhere ->, although I got it set to love quotes. What can I say? I'm a romantic at heart or at least I like to think I am.

I went to see Rogue Assassin last night, pretty rubbish movie, to see my review check out Dave and Bob's Community Blogs!.

Anyway I'm going back to bed.
Random Show I've been Watching: The Mighty Boosh
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Thursday, October 18, 2007


Today was a day of realisation and pain. Mainly pain. Though I was thinking long and hard about my future. Alot of 'what if?'s were asked, and answered. To be honest it saddened me deeply. Though I made the realisation right then and there:

Fuck The Future

That's it. All of my infinite wisdom compressed into one crude insight. Fuck The Future, and it's true. Whats going to happen, is going to happen. How much control do we have anyway? Not alot. At least that's what I think. So what the hell, lets live in the here and now and have as much fun as we can.

Now comes the pain. WHAT THE HELL BASEBALL YOU WIFE BEATER! I have no idea why I'm playing baseball at the moment, it's only brought me pain. In the last two weeks I've played I got beamed both times. Now at training I've been smashed into twice, so I'm writing this with an ice pack, covered in blood, on my nose. Hurray, I took baseball's hand in marriage and it treats me with a kick to the nuts. Well more a shoulder to the nose.

Well time to get more ice
Random Retort To 'Are you OK?': It's still attached to my face.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007


Sorry, no video today. I need a fair bit of time to make one that I like and so far I've just made one that I don't like. Mainly because of my voice, it's so weird hearing your voice. I was like yeah I got a smooth pimp assed voice, fully equipped with mags, a subwoofer, and a leather interior. Now I'm like ughhh who is this extremely handsome chump with the wacked vocal cords. There goes my self esteem.

Anyway what I was going to go off on today, was there was this guy in my class. Who thinks it's cool to wear tight purple jeans. Believe me it's not, however, who am I to judge. I'm weaing a Mr Messy shirt, got a funky hairdo, and a hello kitty key chain on my bag. Isn't that the definition of cool?

Lastly, me and my mate Bob (a.k.a Tuck, Robert, The China Man from Japan, and Billy Tomoly) are running this blogging site where it's a more tight nit community of blogging. Where we hit tough issues like games, movies, music and more. So yeah, I attached a link to the side of the page somewhere around there ->

Anyway that's me
Random Book I Carried Today: The Science of Numerology
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007


Okay still trying to work out how to upload the video file. Despite the process being 'easy' it's still being a pain in the ass and not uploading for me.

Close your eyes children it may take another form!
Though yeah, bought a webcam for my desktop. Pretty funky, doubt I will be doing many blogs off it though. Mainly because I don't like listening to my voice... I sound... Australian (Believe it or not!). Though yeah, thought I'd check it out. If you haven't seen/heard me before it's quite a shock!

Though otherwise you'll just shake your head and go Dave, you're an idiot. I'll post up another video later on. After I get my haircut this arvo. Should be interesting.

Anyway Till Then
Random Thing I Want To Buy: Plasma TV
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Monday, October 15, 2007

What's it Like in New York City?

Today was a day that shouldn't have happened. In fact we formed a club of five people at work who all agreed today should not have happened. Maybe we came down with a bad case of monday-itis. A rare disease found in cubicles around the world, it can only be cured by monkey clowns who ride around in little cars. Unfortunately for us it presents fatal in 20% of cases - one of us won't live to see tomorrow.

Let's pray it's not me.

So yeah, despite having an extra long sleep (due to the fact that I wanted yesterday to end early) I still woke up tired. What's the go with that? It's like eating a six-course meal and being hungry still. Then for some reason I was angry with someone who I shouldn't have been angry at. I mean it wasn't their fault, it's just like I came down with a severe case of PMS.... I should check for blood in my urine.

Lastly for today, I started watching Band of Brothers. Possibly, the greatest mini-series ever. In fact, dare I say it, IT IS THE GREATEST. Bam, in your faces I said it. Prove me wrong otherwise, I'll be waiting. Little there is to be said except I loved it. Fantastic. Except for Ross from Friends, he reminded me of an angry shrew, I bet he was still upset from losing Rachel for the umpteenth time thats why he is so angry.... poor Ross.

Anyway that's me for today
Random Guy Work Kate has Dated: Jealous Dog Guy (not to be confused with Dog Man)
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Sunday, October 14, 2007

Push to Talk

This is me, bearing my war wounds from todays game. Got hit with a ball. Sorta my fault I bent down for a curve ball. Curved into my back. Though when it's coming as fast as it was there isn't really time to make a judgement call. There's just enough time for your eyes to light up, bend down or take half a step, and the thought 'holy shit it's going to hit me!' to run through your head before you feel the sharp pain in your side and your wind knocked out of you.

Though the worst part of being hit is the fact that it's a pitcher-batter confrontation. There are several ways to which to react to being hit but the thing is that you gotta play your cards in just the right way so that you win the battle. Personally I go for the no reaction approach, so you get hit and then just run off and pretend that nothing happened... So far it's worked for me. I think. It gives off the impression that I'm tougher than I actually am.

I got two compliments today, I guess I should be happy, someone told me that I must have been pumped full of steroids because I'm stronger than I look. Another said that the team should be happy because they have 'David Fucking Williams'. Yeah, I guess complimenting people isn't a baseballer's strong suit. We should stick with the ass slapping and calling each other 'Babe'. What... it's a man's game.

Other than baseball I'm in a pretty deep funk at the moment. Something's annoying me, I don't know what it is but it's making me angry. I fear something is going to happen soon. I don't know what, but I don't want it too.

Anyway I'm off
Random Illuminating Object: Lamp
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Saturday, October 13, 2007

Dancing Cows!

Firstly Stephy is awesome. Cheers for yesterday's insight into the world of Steph. Secondly James Blunt's new cd does not appeal to my tastes just sounds like some guy crying in song format.It's the cd that turns a happy guy depressed, and a sad guy take the plunge. Anyway have a read of this, as it's like the introduction to my groups game. Written by the Dave (That's right Stephanie I can write in third person as well) anyway check it out:

As a child I was brought up on myths about hell. ‘Fiery pits of the under lord’ I was told and I believed them. Now that I’m older, I know what hell is. I’ve been living there for the past fifteen years. Trapped alone with my alter ego, Stephanie, and deemed unfit to live amongst normal people. So they put me in this cell and left me to rot.

Fifteen long years I’ve been waiting when finally she stopped. I thought she was playing – hide and seek was her favorite game – until she started disappearing from the therapy sessions. It was lonely to begin with, her voice no longer floating around in my head made way for more depressing things. So my life began to dull, my eyes no longer fully opened. It was only then that I was to be released into the masses. This is where my story begins.

Escorted by two male guards I shuffled down the hall; my feet stumbling forward often connecting with the floor. To the sides there were other prisoners, some yelling, some whispering, I couldn’t make sense of any of them though. So I didn’t look, keeping my eyes focused on the elevator at the end of the hall. There was a guard in front of the lift waiting for my party. As we got closer he began talking.
“Prisoner 001785692, by the state of Jaguania I now pronounce you mentally stable upon order of Marcus Shartophsci lead psychiatrist in this facility. By mention of this statement you are now a free man. Please enter the elevator and head to the ground floor.”

So yeah, that's a taste of what our groups game is all about. It's weird, I'm doing so much organising at the moment it really makes me think I've matured as a person. Then I realise that I still laugh when I say 'penis'. So maybe I haven't really matured that much...

Anyway that's enough out of me
Random Series I'm Watching: Heroes
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Couple of months ago I quit the MMORPG Ragnarok Online. I handed the account over to a friend and deleted it off my computer. Yesterday, I downloaded the game again, though a different server. What can I say..? I'm an addict, and some friends asked me to join them again. Basically watched about 6 episodes Evangelion and then played Ragnarok for the whole day. What a waste of a day D:. I need more balance in my life.

Sorry for the half-assed blog. It's past midnight. Steph is tired.
Goodnight blog readers.

Random plush toy in my room: Monokuro
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PS: Hope your happy tuckie >:

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Just a Quickie

Well it's 11:47pm and I'm just starting this blog. My eyes are drooping, my body wants to go to sleep and yet I'm here writing this mofo. Now, thats dedication, if I was you guys I would build a monument in my name and then go about creating stories around my adventures which you tell your kids and they tell their kids and so forth. Throughout history I will forever be known as the most idiotic ranter ever!

Anyway, I'm real tired so I'm going to cut it short
- I'm pitching b grade, which is a step up for me. It's against my will, but apparently they have no other option.
-I'm organizing more stuff for uni, despite my real distaste for organizing as well as unskilled at it.
- Being run off my feet with business, I don't have free day this week... I'm in hell! Wait I'm not in heaven or hell I'm on an airplane!

That will do for today, sorry for the crappy post...
Random Pitch I Like to Throw: Slider
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007

I love you Scrotfiend!

New blog, new blog, new blog, the chant arises from the rebelous crowd inside my head. "Quiet you guys, I can't concentrate!" So yeah, anyway I had a good day (unfortunately couldn't top yesterday that was too awesome) but it was still good. I'm not a superstitious person but it was definately the cold coffee flavoured milk that I had first thing I woke up, that made yesterday so good. So I think I'm going to try that again tomorrow. Notice, that I said cold coffee flavoured milk instead of iced coffee? What's the difference? I don't know. However, it advertises itself as coffee flavoured milk and by all means I'll respect it's wishes.

In other news, today I couldn't stop laughing at one point. Like the first time I saw old greg (OLD GREG's GOT A MANGINA I'M OLD GREGGG!). Whats so funny? Well my drawing skills for one, or lack there of, as I drew this door that meant to look as though rays of light were beaming out of it. Turns out it looked like a door with hair on it. Thus it was christened 'The Hairy Door,' which did and still does remind me of futurama's 'The Scary Door' hilariously linked below:
Anyway from that the jokes came thick and fast. Which if I told you, you would shake your head and go "That is not funny." but it was....

So yeah the rest of the day I read my book, did other stuff. Basically chilled out for an undetermined amount of time. Hmmm... I think I've thrown you guys enough bad puns and funny links for one day.

Random PEZ Dispenser Character in My Room: Fiona Shrek
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