MonthSeptember 2008

It’s Never Lupus

Me: “What do you want to watch over dinner? The new episode of House, or a CSI?”
Annette: “I don’t like House.”
Me: “You don’t like House? Who doesn’t like House?”
Annette: “I’m already paranoid enough about medical things …”
Me: (Interrupting) “It could be lupus!”
Annette: “..and I don’t need House making it worse.”
Me: “Oh man, what if you caught some weird disease that only House could diagnose, and he’s not even real!”

This is my life, folks.

Mate, we call him The Steeeg.

I’ve just watched a trailer for something called “Top Gear Australia” which shows three Australian gentlemen drivin’ about in cars, crashin’ into things, makin’ sarcastic comments to each other, etc.

Towards the end of this trailer, superimposed text says something like “Over 1,000,000 Australians regularly tune in to watch Top Gear” and goes on to say of their localised version that “The Wait Is Over”.

Thing is, I’m pretty sure that over 1,000,000 Australians tune in to watch, you know, the actual Top Gear, with Clarkson, May, and their pet Hamster. I’m equally sure that the overwhelming majority of these people are not watching this show and saying “This is quite good, but really I am just watching and waiting for a local licenced knock-off.”

I will watch an episode of this show purely because it has the Top Gear name on it, and I freakin’ love Top Gear and want to go around to James Mays house and spend time with him making stuff out of Lego[1] but my expectations for this show are not high. So much of what I like about TG is wrapped around the presenters personalities and interaction – if you try to picture the show without that, you end up with Fifth Gear. And no-one wants that.

[1] If he doesn’t want to play with Legos, other options include Making A Fort[2], talking about motorcycles, and consuming alcoholic beverages. Or all of the above.

[2] NO GURLS ALLOW’D

Twue Wuv.

So, get married to Annette next Feb, then off to Tokyo for a honeymoon. Wicked awesome.

Meme Pic

Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don’t change your clothes, don’t fix your hair…just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.

I kinda wish I had a shirt on when I saw this meme. In the spirit of openness, I feel I should mention that although you cannot see, I am also not wearing any pants.

Blu-Rays? DVDs? A Jedi craves not these things.

I shall share the following conversation I had with a friend regarding my new Apple TV:


“So .. does it play DVDs? Or does it have a Blu-Ray drive?”
“What? Neither. It doesn’t take disks at all.”
“Then what the hell does it play?”
“It plays stuff. It plays moving pictures summoned from the ether.”
“..uh…”
“Luminous media it plays, not this crude matter!”

Hey Mr Bass Man!

So, I’ve just arrived home from my first bass guitar lesson. Things I have learned:

– Walking around with a guitar slung across your back makes you feel cooler, even if you can’t play it.
– The Ladies take more of an interest as well. I’m just sayin’ is all.
– Keeping your thumb straight when plucking is important.
– So is keeping your arm off the body of the instrument.
– Guitars are heavy.
– Seriously, I need to get a strap for this thing. Damn.
– I will have to wait and learn fundamentals before learning to play slap bass, regardless of my very earnest claims that I “got the funk.”
– Proper music notation is not at all like Guitar Hero.
– Bass tabulature, however, actually is quite like Guitar Hero. Who knew?

Suggestions from any bass playing readers for stuff that a n00b can do when learning, are very welcome.

Dad, there’s someone at the door!

Secret Confessions That Make Me Less Of A Geek:

I don’t really understand the appeal of Boba Fett. He just doesn’t have that much impact on me, and never has, even right back when I watched all three[1] Star Wars movies for the first time.

I just don’t get it.

[1] There were only three. I don’t care what you say. Three.

V for Vortigaunt

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V for Vortigaunt, originally uploaded by jsr.spathi.

This would be even scarier than those fast-moving headcrab zombies, for reals.

That’s how I roll, Dr Breen.

I just put a plush headcrab hat on, backwards, then assumed a B-Boy stance and informed Annette that I was a “Hip Hop Crab”.

It’s been a long day.

Bleah.

At home. In bed. Sick as a dog. Eyes swimming. Cough racking.

I blame the freemasons and the CIA.