tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77723829583535697262024-02-21T16:23:13.673+10:00Something UnoriginalNothing overly spectacular, just me.... and sometimes Steph.Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.comBlogger224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-85096590869314162472008-11-26T23:57:00.003+10:002008-12-02T21:04:40.219+10:00Music, when is enough... enough?Ok, a pet hate of mine - which isn't really a pet more of an untamed beast that prowls about my sub-conscience - is people who have their car stereos turned to max and drive around so that it drowns out my music. Personally, I don't want to have to turn my music up just to hear it. So to those who are guilty of such a heinous offense, here is a noiseless alternative you can try, it's called 'Slogan Stickers' and it gets the same message across without half the grief for the other people on the road.<br /><br />Some Slogan Stickers which will be available:<br />I have bad taste in music!<br />I envy deaf people!<br />WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!<br />I spent my child support money on my speakers!<br /><br /><br />DaveDubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-84398876506487865002008-11-22T12:22:00.002+10:002008-11-22T12:30:41.676+10:00SomaliaFor the one person who voted that they would ask the dinosaur on a date and later on have its babies... This is for you.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271302082953052210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX9YPSYj9PKJjqDL_Nb9t4MekBiLopbXuhFKw8xeI8JqXflOTWSlCBP_JZnw393PvXqTIBBF9Ldcp3k9n9xn1VXOeRe92ElWDmFd4iZRv6PTo56m3H0iiDR1-GAROEOCpJJj55KtkaJw/s200/Stegasaurus.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br />For the rest of you, I can only say have a heart dinosaurs are people too.<br /><br />DaveDubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-5654492391501408762008-11-16T22:27:00.003+10:002008-11-17T10:04:54.940+10:00RecombobulationEver been in the situation where two things that you love have been combined to make something better. Like when someone thought 'Hey, I like tigers and I love lions... So let's make a liger!' or my favourite when you do a poo and fart at time to create the ulitimate of mankinds creations... the shart. It's not often people can advocate the shart as it is highly frowned upon within the public arena, although it has made some excellent shock websites in it's time.<br /><br />Anyway, why I brought this up was that there has recently been arise to a website which can only be described as awesomness in html or something like that. It's called gigpig, and what is it? it's a website that tranfuses a wonderfully crafted website, vital information about upcoming concerts by all your favourite bands (Where they are playing, the price, and the date). So be sure the check it out. The site is:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.gigpig.com.au/">http://www.gigpig.com.au/</a><br /><br />It will now be available from the side toolbar -><br /><br />DaveDubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-42790694702808878822008-11-09T19:10:00.002+10:002008-11-09T19:17:50.066+10:00It's good to be free...The last week -exam week, has been a dozy, to say the least, where everyone has been cramming their brains full of only marginally useful information in whatever way they can. I myself prefer absorbing lectures rectally, the only problem being that whenever anyone tells me I'm talking out of my ass, I have to go to the bathroom and check for leaks.<br /><br />DaveDubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-48376834119913485532008-11-09T18:27:00.002+10:002008-11-09T19:08:34.581+10:00Thought of the dayEveryone has asked themselves, what is the meaning of life? I mean it's only natural, we are very logical beings, we have a science for everything - including things that we can't even see! So here is my thought, what if there is no logic in life, no meaning. It's just a hub of randomness that culminates in human existance, and all that we can do is hold to our seats and go for the best dam ride of our lifetime. Enjoy it!<br /><br />DaveDubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-35409417992398299502008-11-02T22:29:00.002+10:002008-11-02T22:43:00.042+10:00Belated BirthdaysI know that it's late, but still, Happy Birthday Stephanie! And just to spite that guy (you know the one) here is a birthday love poem. Other people avert your eyes less they be burned by the sight of an overly soppy gesture!<br /><br />Stephanie, you are beautiful as the setting sun.<br />It is within your eyes that the key to my happiness rests<br />And as I look into them I realise that I need you.<br />Tis' said that home is where the heart is,<br />And if this is true, then my home is by your side.<br />But on this day of days when I regret that I am not with you,<br />There is hope my words shall reach your ears<br />And embrace you in the long, loving hug<br />That I so wish to give.<br /><br />So on this day,<br />There is little more to say,<br />Then Happy Birthday.<br /><br />I love you Steph.<br /><br />Sorry everyone else! But it had to be done....<br />DaveDubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-62722615404196864352008-10-31T21:19:00.003+10:002008-10-31T22:44:34.199+10:00Skeletune<span><span>Hey guys,My uni group has just completed Skeletune a 3rd person puzzle adventure game.<br />Try it out below, be warned it's 130mbs.</span></span><div><span><span>http://rapidshare.com/files/159289638/Skeletune.rar</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Edit: you'll also need the file below.</div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">http://rapidshare.com/files/159314231/python-2.5.2.msi</span><br /><br />Dave</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"><span><span><span><span></span></span></span></span></span></div></div>Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-76410009281102649572008-10-30T17:40:00.002+10:002008-10-30T17:45:49.291+10:00Go Steph, It's Your Birthday, AlmostGeorge Bush, a president or a clown, one has to wonder how the United States ever got to be a super power after they've voted for this man, twice. Have a look at this and you'll understand my point of view.<div><br /><div><a href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=657644&_cobr=optus">http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=657644&_cobr=optus</a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A couple of my favourit<span><span>es, "I know the human being and fish can co-exist peacefully" and "It will take time to restore chaos" What a funny guy, they should make a cartoon about him - 'The Family Bush,' 'American George,' it could totally work. Anyway I need to get back to work, trying to get a high distinction here!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Dave</div></div>Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-12900070578253516102008-10-20T23:42:00.001+10:002008-10-20T23:57:34.613+10:00Before I Go<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXAGNPOn8sh_68bcHwPwg7FPGRpNamGeOKD3Qfez0xQMtfnam9P-qSX1_PbFzuMheICzo4TM2CiWPhIBJXNHy2S8URAE9W3G0BMtMj3C2zA7KPqRqAGHe4MXQIOzFiX68pa0kQr80fw/s1600-h/lexie+and+bella.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXAGNPOn8sh_68bcHwPwg7FPGRpNamGeOKD3Qfez0xQMtfnam9P-qSX1_PbFzuMheICzo4TM2CiWPhIBJXNHy2S8URAE9W3G0BMtMj3C2zA7KPqRqAGHe4MXQIOzFiX68pa0kQr80fw/s200/lexie+and+bella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259234831071338306" /></a><br />I just wanted to post this up, because it is pretty awesome. Steph, drew it. Well done baby!<div><br /></div><div>Dave</div>Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-58971898979038527952008-10-20T23:26:00.003+10:002008-10-20T23:41:11.255+10:00Another Post?!<div style="text-align: left;">Alright, so recently I've been watching <a href="http://www.animenfo.com/animetitle,1582,wkkkkd,bleach.html">Bleach</a> lately. Which of course is a Japanese animation, so in this post I'm going to be talking about two of my favourite things anime and boobs. If you've seen any type of anime you'll notice one thing, how big the girls breasts are... We are talking about G-cups here.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://tvmedia.ign.com/tv/image/article/868/868801/bleach-episode60_1208975266.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: left;">Now, what I want to know is why every Anime girl (minus a few) has large and tasty breasts, while the Asian stereotype is that they all have small breasts? Let's hypothesize for a second and say that it is because they draw white girls.... Then why the hell are their names still Japanese! OK, continuing on, if you've seen this show you'll know that the main character has the hots for Rukia, the girl with the smallest breasts on the show. What on earth? Wh</div><div style="text-align: left;">en, if ever, has a guy had a choice between big and small, he has chosen small?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Last thing, while I was searching the net for that picture I came across this:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://a2.vox.com/6a00c225236d3d604a00c22526c612f219-500pi" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Fail....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dave</div>Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-2640154086958675712008-10-20T23:17:00.003+10:002008-10-20T23:42:23.688+10:00STIFF NINJA TIMEOk, so before I begin, here are three videos from the youtube heroes Barats and Baretta. You've probably heard me quoting them a bit, so I thought I'd inform you all.<div><br /><div>Mantage - <a href="http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=JvltzwkUEEA&feature=user">http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=JvltzwkUEEA&feature=user</a></div><div>PC Frat Boys - <a href="http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=Wr_n7zxCXSg">http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=Wr_n7zxCXSg</a></div><div>Ninja Rap - <a href="http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=NwXjynpy8Ew">http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=NwXjynpy8Ew</a></div><div>So Smooth - <a href="http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=Sl23O5N9FFI&feature=user">http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=Sl23O5N9FFI&feature=user</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy</div><div>Dave</div></div>Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-42293164154129308372008-10-12T21:06:00.005+10:002008-10-12T21:50:48.605+10:00Ten Things I Adore About Nathaniel1. I adore your assholishness it makes me smile while you make other people cry with your overly racial stereotypes and your jibber jabber like a jive turkey.<br />2. I adore the way you always wear shorts so that everyone can revel in awe at your hairy legs.<br />3. I adore your kempt but at the same time unkempt hair, it makes me wonder how long you spend making it that bad.<br />4. I adore your mustache which seems to stop in the middle, a polar mustache, it is great though.<br />5. I adore how you use the word 'prawn' as a means of saying owned, it gives me a whole new meaning to crustaceans.<br />6. Steph says she adores your showy socks, even though you're not wearing socks, so I have no idea what she's on about...<br />7. I adore the way that you have the second worst taste in movies, 'Old Boy' was horrible.<br />8. I adore the way you had that shot in worms perfectly lined up, but then at the last second changed the angle and fired it over your head resulting in you losing.... that was hilarious.<br />9. I adore the way you keep leaving your stuff at my place, by the way I may have lost your Xbox to TV connection and power cable... they're around somewhere.<br />10. I adore Steph, I mean Nate, wait no I don't I meant Steph, she's the best I love you baby, fifteen months of ecstasy.<br /><br />DaveDubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-81916431512167333012008-10-12T20:42:00.002+10:002008-10-12T21:05:24.745+10:00Lest We Forget...My grand father died this morning. Completely unexpected, even though he was in hospital he was on the mend due to be released next week. Though something happened in surgery and blood would just not stop pouring out of him. At this point, the doctor said, he just looked at her and said "It's time for me to go." Within minutes after, he died.<br /><br />It came to me in mourning, that we do not choose how to enter this world, but we can choose how we exit, and he choose a beautiful one. It's hard for someone to write something as poetic as that, and yet even in his confused state of mind he did it.<br /><br />We'll miss you Eric.<br /><br />DaveDubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-60833866072910538452008-10-11T20:17:00.002+10:002008-10-11T20:26:35.673+10:00Something borrowed something... not so blue?Is it just me, but whenever you're walking and there is someone who is walking slower than you but is ahead of you, it always seems that they walk the way you're going when you're trying to over take them? It's happened to me limitless times in the last few weeks, to the point where I just walk straight into the back of the person and say "I'm walking here!"<br /><br />On that note there is this crazy girl, who runs shoeless up and down this one sidewalk, which just so happens to be one of the busiest sidewalks in Brisbane, she's always bumping into people... She scares me.<br /><br />DaveDubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-66572989357181202282008-10-07T22:43:00.003+10:002008-10-08T12:32:12.068+10:00Gather round...So, I've been working on this one for a while now, although I'm still not happy with it, I just haven't had time between uni, work, and a number of other commitments that I've been working on. Anyway, hope you enjoy.<div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">Shell<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Empty.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It is the only word that could adequately describe my mundane life. Though, that is not to say that it lacks substance, I have plenty of that, three bags full in fact. It’s just that something is missing like an uncompleted puzzle gathering dust in the attic waiting for someone to finally complete it. However, I have a feeling that the day of the long sought after fulfilment is still a fair way away. And so I live my life in emptiness, fake smiles and pseudo laughter, while my insides are eaten alive by the uncontainable void, where true happiness belonged.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Dane... Wake up Dane!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Ughhh” I didn’t mean to groan, but the sound came out as though it was a pre-programmed response to that statement, and I was on cruise control. “Five more minutes”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“You said five more minutes, twenty-five minutes ago”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Ugggghhhhh” I was going to be late for work, I felt a compression in the bed beside me so I pried one eye open to have a look. And there she was, an angel fallen from heaven staring back at me. Every man has that ideal woman, that woman that they just can’t resist, that woman they put up on the pedestal. She was mine. We’ve been together for fourteen months, and still I get that wave of emotion when I see her, this can only be love.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her sleek black hair draped over her shoulders, accentuating her perfectly smooth skin, which complemented her stern but gentle face. But the thing that made her stand out, was her eyes, those eyes held mysterious yet to be discovered by humankind, and yet when I looked it made me lost in their mystical abyss.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“You’re beautiful, Daphne” The words slipped from my mouth, she turned to me that smile, a smile that nations would send their strongest to fight and die for, only, they’d have go through me first. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">“You always say that”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“I always mean it” I paused, sitting up right, “So what are your illustrious plans for today?”</p></div>Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-5043632618540651982008-09-30T23:41:00.002+10:002008-09-30T23:54:22.498+10:00Ego DropWell like the markets at the moment, my ego is being murdered, so far it's been hit by a car, shot up by gangsters, fired out of a cannon into a pyramid of week old doughnuts, and worst of all it ate a jar of vegemite. When it rains it pours, right, well it's raining right now in Dave Land, actually it's hailing, with the ice being the size of a fist, and the winds being so hard, that when you walk outside it's like 'god' punching you in every possible spot imagined.<div><br /></div><div>Speaking of god, I've been listening to Modest Mouse recently and came across this song Bukowski, pretty cool song, but why I like it is because of it's jeer at god. The second verse going:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>If God controls the land and disease, <br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>keeps a watchful eye on me, <br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>If he's really so damn mighty, <br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>my problem is I can't see, <br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>well who would wanna be? <br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Who would wanna be such a control freak? <br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Well who would wanna be? <br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Who would wanna be such a control freak</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"></span></div><span><span>Last post for this month, woo.</span></span><div><span><span>Dave</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"></span></div></div>Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-68289042617730726662008-09-25T00:17:00.003+10:002008-09-25T17:08:38.964+10:00DeathIt's a touchy subject, it's so filled with sadness because of the loss of life, but is it really? No one has come back from the dead to tell us, so we have to have guesses and come up with theories. So I'm going to say hell, here's a theory that's been overlooked. What if death is like one giant party, and no one comes back from the dead because they are having such a good time? Like a movie that the dead are so immersed in that no one leaves the cinema for a toilet break.<div><br /></div><div>Stranger things have happened (George W. Bush elected twice?).</div><div>Dave</div>Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-22944893158348564982008-09-17T17:08:00.003+10:002008-09-17T22:29:29.148+10:00Adventurous...I like to live life on the edge, for example today I did a poo in a public toilets. Now, you're probably thinking I'm crazy and I don't blame you, however, know that there was no cheek-to-plastic touching. I dropped it like an atomic bomb - which by the way was the mother of all drive-bys, you gangstas should take a lesson. I still got a rebound splash, that's the worst isn't it? When you do a poo to expel a foul piece of excrement and then all it comes right back at you.<div><br /></div><div>Maybe this is where they got the inspiration for that Lord of the Rings scene where the fire balrog falls from the bridge but halfway down throws his whip up and grabs Gandalf - further truth! Remove the letters 'alr' what do you have.... I'm onto you Peter Jackson.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dave</div>Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-48814182380570576042008-09-17T00:18:00.004+10:002008-09-17T00:26:44.008+10:00Dog TalkSo I just had a shower at a quarter to twelve and my dog had curled up and was falling asleep when I came in and rudely awoke him. He just gave me that look that said:<br /><br />"Why can't you just lick yourself quietly?"<br /><br />DaveDubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-38986724332610913142008-09-16T14:32:00.004+10:002008-09-21T05:45:45.041+10:00Life of Evil?Take this obscure concept, let's assume for a second that the entire world was pure evil. It's not that hard to imagine I bet. Continuing, we're all evil then a hero would be a villain, right? However, someone who is good would then be a renegade, a rebel, a traitor. Well, lets take this concept back into the real world. We're currently in a crisis where good guys are a dying breed, getting shut out of the world by skater dudes and emo/goth types. Just imagine the day will come when not being a stereotype will be considered to be evil.<br /><br />It's a scary world we live in, no?<br /><br />Dave.Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-40869742906198883382008-09-14T00:54:00.003+10:002008-09-14T01:12:11.235+10:00So... IndeedToday walking back from uni, I had Beethoven's Ode to Joy stuck in my head - I don't know why. So I just had to ask myself two questions:<div><br /></div><div>"Why is this song stuck in my head?"</div><div>"And why am I asking my questions out loud?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Dave.</div>Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-11572695050159487062008-09-11T16:14:00.003+10:002008-09-11T16:25:41.629+10:0011 days...Well, it's been eleven days without a blog so I thought I would writes something:<div><br /></div><div>Yellow frog cheese munchers</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, good bye</div><div><br /></div><div>Dave</div><div><br /></div><div>Just kidding. Anyway, I don't know about you guys but I've been rather busy, it's a tough life being a university student I mean how are you meant to go out drinking when you have to wake up at bloody 6:00! How?! I don't know how, only that I've done it for like the last two weeks straight. And ugh, it never stops. I have to write my resume too...</div><div><br /></div><div>Toodle loo</div><div>Dave</div>Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-62031829620966312592008-08-31T00:29:00.003+10:002008-08-31T00:53:09.690+10:00MsnMsgr.Exe - Corrupt FileTo blog or not to blog? That is the question. The answer, TO BLOG! Let us blog our guts out and cover the ground in blood, bones and organs. OK, so maybe not that much, but let us blog a little bit and share our opinions with the world, in the hope that someone reads and goes 'hey, this guy is right' of which I may or not be.<br /><br />So, this week I got my first real dose of university, I ended up going in everyday of the week working on an assignment. I hope it was worth it, even if we don't get a good mark, I still have some sort of satisfaction in creating the longest document I've been a part of, 60 pages long. Awesome effort, though I am spent, exhausted. I just want to go to sleep for like a week, maybe a month.<br /><br />Today was river fire and I tell you what, I have not heard so much public swearing in my life. It was disgusting really. Some guy couldn't finish a sentence without the word fuck added in. But the thing is about swearing is that if you use it often enough it loses it's effect, it no longer becomes that potent and people don't really care. So what happens when there comes an occasion where swearing is actually needed, e.g. you slam your hand in the car door. Maybe, they take it to the next level of being fucking fuck? Or maybe they turn into Robin from Batman and say 'Jimmety Jillickers.' We can only hope for sake of humanity that this is the case, personally, I don't want to be sucked into a void where this cursing becomes mandatory and our kids are taught how to swear before they learn not to piss their pants.<br /><br />Anyway,<br />Dave outDubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-38275532304786652812008-08-19T11:49:00.003+10:002008-08-19T12:31:11.440+10:00The OlympicsWith that aside (read other post) the olympics have been great, alot of good stories coming out. One of my favourites is that 67 year old japanese dressage guy. And something he said will hopefully always stick in my mind, that is:<br /><br />"You're not old until your regrets replace your dreams"<br /><br />Great statement, anyway keep it real guys. I'm going to watch more Olympics, go Usain Bolt!Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772382958353569726.post-35828403736769968812008-08-19T11:12:00.004+10:002008-08-28T01:54:24.084+10:00If I had a quarter every time I heard....Can anyone really screw up the Olympics?<br />With all the restrictions and political nonsense within China, and Channel 7's coverage. I think they have found a way. Seriously, Channel 7 has had the worst coverage of the Olympics I have ever seen, why? They only seem to cover the swimming, have possibly the most unemotional commentators (and hence boring), advertise the hell out of their crappy breakfast show - which was not as funny as they said, replay the same races over and over again, and only cover Australia and America, and last but not least they use it to promote Today Tonight. Possibly the worst show ever invented by human hands.<br /><br />Today Tonight, if hell had a t.v show this is what it would be. It's like a bunch of feature articles strewn together in a magical tapestry full of lies and deceit. It is basically a brainwashing program to tell people who they should love, who they should hate, and the reasons for that. And to an extent I think people believe it, which is why I despise it, loathe it to my very core. Not to mention the announcer is a complete bitch.<br /><br />Anyway, stupid channel 7<br />Dave<br /><br />P.s. Koche is a faggot as well. ARGH!!!Dubsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08185843539286584299noreply@blogger.com0