Why Mum is awesome

Quote Mother:

"...with the Liberals we're going to have the gap between the rich and poor get bigger. But then with Labor, they're like communists."

Nobel PEACE?!? Prize

What if the timestamp says that I'm up past 2am? A 1pm start tomorrow allows me this unproductive luxury. :) Not much to report except for an unpredictable open day over the weekend. Why we held an open day four months after our new practice opened, I'll never know. Regardless, more people came than I expected and all I really did was help out with Pilates classes. I must say though, doing it in front of the watchful eyes of other physios and exercise physiologists, considering I've never really done it in front of other professionals, was a little nerve-wracking. Ok, so I wasn't exactly as nervous as an Asian on an episode of Border Security, but it was still a little out of the cosy comfort zone.

I might be a little late in finding this out, but did you know Al Gore won this year's Nobel Peace Prize? Did you also know that Al Gore has now sullied the good credibility of the Nobel Peace Prize? Don't get me wrong. Allow me to disclaim once again that global warming is a real and true issue in the world, whatever the cause whether it be due to human fault or the cyclical nature of our big brown Earth. And yes, just to be on the safe side we should all take the necessary steps to "go green". But once again, the unstoppable juggernaut that is the "oh my God we're all gonna die unless you hold all your farts in!" train of climate change scaremongering, has infected another part of society - this time, a significant legacy of the world.

The last time I checked, the Nobel Peace Prize was justly called because it's for PEACE!!! As far as I'm aware, past winners were righteous recipients because of their efforts to further peace and unite the world, or promote human rights, whether it be directly or indirectly. How Al Gore's endless, obsessive, and fanatical (but arguably necessary) push to cram man-made climate change down our choking plural forms of the oesophagus won him this award is beyond me.

Past winners of the Nobel Peace Prize:
Martin Luther King
Kofi Annan
Nelson Mandela
Mother Teresa
... Al Gore

*shakes his head*

(Mind you, if you read Jeremy Clarkson, he puts up an interesting argument as to why Mandela doesn't deserve it.)

Having said all that, don't forget to switch off your lights everyone.

Good War, Bad War

God damn some people are ignorant, uneducated idiots and they piss me off. Just reading about the death of the Aussie soldiers in the online newspapers, and the subsequent comments made by people. It's pretty shameful that people are using the incident as a forum and a means to promote the need to "bring our troops home!" and to have a go at the PM saying "I hope you can sleep well at night John Howard". We're not there to invade the country or supposedly steal their resources. We're there as part of a NATO alliance to rebuild the country from the desolate shambles that a certain Taliban left it in. Specifically, the Aussies are there primarily to rebuild their infrastructure. Unlike Iraq, there is a general consensus among the Afghan people of a welcoming attitude to help them "rebuild".

Afghanistan is not Iraq. F*#kin extreme lefties piss me off. Be a lefty, but don't an idiotic one. I think it's left...left is the hippy side yeah? :P

*steps off high-horse*

Don't taze me!

So almost three months, about six goes at getting a new computer fixed, and eventually a second new computer later, this blog finally gets some loving attention. Not that I forgot about it, I just couldn't be arsed. Instead my spare time on a computer (when I had a damn computer) was best spent on more important things - perving at other people's photos on Facebook. Productive? No. Borderline disturbing? Yes. Now that Facebook has turned into another haven for emos and identity thieves (MySpace) it was time I set aside the voyeuristic tendencies to finally jot down something mildly notable in this thing.

My English teacher always said that when you have a giant mess of ideas to put to paper but don't know where to start, point forming was the best strategy to undertake the task. Mind you, that English teacher was a bit of a tool and, I suspect, a closet paedophile. Even so, I will take heed of his recommendations to summarise the last few months. Come to think of it, I think I did the same thing the last time I had a long lay-off between entries. Oh well, interesting things lately have been:
- Played for the old school's musical in the pit - had a piece of the set (wind chime thingy) fly off down into the pit and into my testicles
- A near run-in with a director at work
- A birthday that was...err...
- Got tickets to Muse and The Killers for November :D
- Also seeing Phantom of the Opera in a few weeks
- The Bourne Ultimatum has to be the best action-thriller ever made

Hooray, this thing is now on par.

Friday the 13th

So this morning I get up late as usual, scoff down the food whilst changing and showering at the same time. All is a normal day. Little did I realise that today is Friday the 13th, and by the laws of the supernatural, I really should just shut my door and hide in the closet for fear of giant hairy spiders entering my mouth without me knowing (don't you dare attempt to make my greatest fear come to life).

Excuse me whilst I bitch and whine in this post like a spoilt brat about my latest run of bad luck, when there's a poor kid living in Africa with only three slices of bread to last the week.

So on this day of unholy and evil days, a couple of things go wrong for me. The new car is starting to make a noise. Something's happening to it methinks. There's a quiet, high-pitched squeal to the engine sound now which I noticed this morning. It still runs ok, but watch this space. Then two hours later whilst I'm slaving away at work to earn the tax office their money, my brother tells me that my computer has broken down...again. I only just got the damn thing back two weeks ago from getting it fixed from whatever the hell went wrong with it the first time round. I haven't even had the computer for a month yet! I don't think anyone knows what the hell is wrong with it now. And it looks like I'll have to wait 'til Thursday for someone to come round to even have a look at it. He'll most likely take it away and I'll most likely get it back in another week. Anyone got a hobby I can take up for the next two weeks?

Then there's the computers going down at work whilst writing a letter, and the patient that accidentally coughed in my face.

Meh I'll stop.

By the way, continuing on the Transformers theme of late, check out the following video. Kudos to either Cindy, Deb or Max who told me about this one. Sorry, I forget who.

Transformers review

No I'm not going to spoil anything so don't worry.

Instead of going home on my half-day today I went to the cinemas...by myself...in work clothes. Before you laugh, it was the middle of a working day in the middle of a working week when everyone else is working! (or at uni). At least that's what I tell myself to ease the pain of being a loner and help me sleep at night. :P So anyway, with the cinemas being 200m away from where I had to be in Glen Waverley this morning, I thought...why not? Convenience is a nice word in the dictionary.

So I ended up watching Transformers. Oh yes, that's right. It was time to nourish the nerd within yet again, and what better way than to feed it generous helpings of big F-ing robots in digital graphics, shooting up anything remotely resembling an object. And how sweeter it is when those robots are the very same ones that you loved to watch back before you even knew how to do math. I think I shot myself in the foot a little by watching all the trailers for this movie beforehand. Nonetheless I will confess to shaking in anticipation as I sat there watching the first transformer, well... transform, and then again when Optimus Prime rolled up en queue for his first appearance, and then once more during the climactic battle. At least I kept my mouth shut in that early-afternoon quarter-filled cinema, unlike the other nerds in the cinema that were audibly gasping as Prime transformed for the first time. If you have no idea who or what the hell I'm talking about, then you're most likely NOT a nerd. Congratulations. I had some dude sitting to my left. He was pumping his fists in the air a few times during the movie because he was so excited. I wanted to slap him like something chronic. Regardless, he didn't wreck what was otherwise a pretty sweet movie experience.

Like 300, this movie delivers where it needs to deliver. Acting was good but nothing spectacular and the human characters were mere props in the end. In terms of storyline, whilst it was essentially nothing more than what you'd expect it did surprise a little. Whilst by no means will this ever appear on an English class syllabus, it did have its little complexities. The developing relationship between the boy and Bumblebee was brilliantly put together. The real stars however were the dudes in the graphics studios rendering the Transformers themselves. You know the digital graphics are good when halfway through the movie you totally forget that the robots are basically just a bunch of pixels, albeit LOTS of pixels. That's what happened with this. This movie pretty much rewrites the book on how to seamlessly blend artificial graphics with real-life objects, environments and actors. And then there's the sound...yikes. When the smashing and bruising occurs, you'll know about it, and you won't look away.

A couple of tiny little gripes. More just me being a tightarse than anything else. It took a little while for it to get going, though that was probably just 'coz I wanted the smashing and shooting to begin asap. The movie certainly didn't feel like it dragged. And with the storyline, there was very little closure. But you'd expect nothing else from a movie that already has the second and third sequels signed up. I guess the only real gripe about the movie was that it was another case of "America is the World!" Meh, Hollywood... at least the Aussie actress got to keep her accent in the movie.

So long as you get over the implausibilities of some of the things that happened (look ma! I'm a giant robot that can tower over the neighbourhood so quietly that not a single soul is stirring) and the odd bits of humour that was mixed in (I can see die-hard fans writing death letters to the director yelling "how dare you try to put humour in our beloved robots")... then sit back and enjoy being a kid all over again :D

Out of 10...give it an 8.5. Can't wait for the sequel... apparently they might make an entire aircraft carrier transform :0

Sex, cough medicine and rock and roll!

Blogging at work...how bored am I? Ok so the sex bit of the title is somewhat of a lie. But this cough is still here. It's starting to piss me off more than Michael Moore proclaiming to the world that his new movie is not meant to be political despite choosing to have its premiere in Washington DC - the political heart of the US. I am this close to skolling an entire bottle of cough suppressant in one go and saying to my throat "ha! try to cough now bitch!"

Oh, remember that judge who tried to sue a Korean couple in the US for fifty-something million dollars because of an (alleged) missing pair of pants at the dry cleaners? If not, read an earlier entry, it's somewhere there. Well he lost, AND he has to pay the defendants' trial fees, which might also include all their legal fees too. There IS a god!!! http://www.reuters.com/article/domesticNews/idUSN2528824020070625

In another little rant, I've been seeing more and more ads for the Live Earth concerts around the world that's coming up soon. I have but one simple question: Why? Seriously...why? What's the goal? Is it to "engage people on a mass scale to combat our climate crisis" as the official description of the event states? Ok, that's a fair enough statement, but how in this increasingly brown world are these freaking concerts going to do that?! The words "raising awareness man" in hippy voices have been heard around the wire, but c'mon. Raising awareness?! We already know about freaking global warming. What's the point of shoving it further down our throats through the power of sex, drugs and rock and/or roll? Gimme a break. Sure, ok they're going to showcase some of the most technologically advanced equipment that is easy on the environment during the shows. But unless I run mega concerts for a living, that's about as useful as a condom in a lesbian relationship. I fail to see any practical benefit from this sham. As far as I'm concerned, any credibility to this event went down the drain when they announced that each ticket was to cost $99. Fair enough, expenses need to be paid but that doesn't justify the price...unless of course, a profit is to be made. Hmmmm. And please don't tell me that all the artists are in it because they 'care about the world'. If by "world" you mean "public relations" then yes that seems more plausible. I wonder how many of those artists involved whore themselves off to ads for SUVs. And how many of them would be flying around in private jets? Hmmm. I'm not as pissed off as this rant may make me seem. I'm just a little bewildered as to how such a thing has gained so much popularity. The premise behind the event is good. We do need to get off our arses and do something collectively as a whole about it, at the very least in case global warming is happening. (Remember now, it probably is true but no one can be 100% sure yet) But please, give me practical solutions, not hypocritical preaching.

Colds, cousins and crappy computers

When you buy something for over three grand, you expect it to work completely fine. Actually, no let me rephrase that. When you buy something for over three grand you hope that it works completely fine but you expect it to have something wrong with it. Such was the case unfornately for my new computer which came last week. Worked like a dream until it died all of a sudden. Long story short, the warranty guy that came over to have a look at it suggested that since it's such a new and uber computer, I should take it back to the place I bought it from, even though it's in NSW. So as I speak the computer is somewhere between Melbourne and Shitown (Sydney). Oh well, thems the way things go unfortunately. I don't blame the place I got it from. Them screwing up the computer doesn't explain why they have a reputable name amongst the geeky internet forum fraternity. I put this one down to simply "stupid F-ing computers $@#!!!!". The guys in NSW have actually been pretty helpful so far about it all and might even give me a free game for all the troubles caused. Either way, I guess that'll learn me for researching stuff too much. That's what you get for spending ages finding a place with a good name and relatively cheaper prices. So I shall be without a computer for at least a week. Such is the withdrawal I'm having from it already that I'm at work right now using the computers here despite the fact I could've left about 15 minutes ago.

Also had a nasty cold. It's pretty much over now but the dry raspy cough lingers on. Even downing an entire bottle of Benadryl hasn't gotten rid of it. I've narrowed down the list of possible people who passed it on to me to about three people - three of my patients specifically. I'm still seeing two of those three so they will get extra punishment from my thumbs and elbows.

The other interesting note to current life was the visiting of my cousin Lina. Lovely girl who I haven't seen for about six years. She was down from the Australian state of New Zealand with her fiance. 'Twas good to catch up with her. Coupled with my other lovely cousin Caroline who came back for a visit a month ago, it's been a period of reunions lately. I knew they'd all come crawling to Australia. Malaysia is too humid and New Zealand is overrun with Lord of the Rings nuts...they'll all end up living in Australia...just you wait. I just need to make sure that I implant an image in their heads of Sydney being the country's anus and Melbourne being the nation's true capital before they decide to live here :P

So that's life at the moment. I'm a nerdy leper without a computer that's being visited by his cousins.

I actually came on to write about something on my mind but now I forget. Screw it. Next time.

I'm 'Strayan!

After about 18 years of leeching off this country, sucking it dry and milking it for all it's worth, I can now finally do it without the scorn of xenophobic monkeys frowning at my yellow-ness. For as of Friday night I am (at long freaking last) an Australian citizen. Why it's taken this long is a looooooong story, the likes of which a trilogy can be made out of it. And for the purposes of sanity, I can't be arsed describing it. Just be glad in the knowledge that there is now no reason whatsoever to question my loyalties and suspect me as some sort of Chinese spy, waiting for the order from my superiors back in my ancestral land of China to commence Operation One Earth, One China.

The citizenship ceremony is pretty black and white. Speeches by the Mayor, various parliamentary figures subliminally telling us to "Vote Labor/Liberal", and a native Aboriginal who ended up being absent. Then, in separate groups we'd go up and recite the pledge, before receiving a certificate, a badge and a little plant...I got a shitty plant. Not happy Australia! The night is then capped off with the anthem followed by a chowfest of sandwiches and pies in the foyer. All in all, whilst an experience for sure, ten hours of work beforehand takes its toll. I also felt sorry for the emcee that had to call out all of our predominantely Chinese/Indian names. Certainly a candidate for the 'toughest job ever'.

In other sadder news, I'm sure everyone's heard about that train crash last week. Two little girls and their mother that died in the crash (the one in the news) came from my church/parish/primary school. I was at church tonight and was listening to the priest talk about it, and how the poor unfortunate father was now left to pick up the pieces. It was a subtly surreal service actually. The priest talked about how the school was coping, and how the kids were told of it. Imagine being the teacher telling the class that one of their classmates died. In the words of the priest, "don't ever let anyone tell you that teachers don't earn their pay." Such a sad thing. By the sounds of it though, everyone is banding together and lending support to one another, not just within the broken school community either. Apparently offers of help for the parish have come from the police, the CFA, local churches in the area (that aren't necessarily Catholic) and the council. At least there's something to smile about out of all this.

Why the movie Antz is the biggest load of horse baloney

So I was about to switch off the lights to go to sleep two nights ago, when I glanced over to the heating vent next to the bedside table. And what did I see? A FREAKING COLONY OF ANTS LAYING EGGS IN MY BEDROOM! Yeah that's right...freaked me out completely. I felt like I was in some horror movie for a second. They were laying the eggs on the piece of board I have placed over part of the heating vent (to prevent the bedside table which partly lies over it from overheating). The heated piece of board must've provided a perfect ground for breeding...either that or they seriously got lost on the way to their home underground. Actually, just having images of it in my head right now is freaking me out....uhhhhh. *shiver* Despite their numbers though, they were no match for the superhero duo that is the Ting brothers. Julius, armed with his atomic insect spray, and me, wielding my nuclear-powered vacuum cleaner showed those ants the meaning of "get the f*#k out of our house!". It did cost me a good night's sleep unfortunately. After clearing the ants, which thankfully were mainly localised to the piece of board rather than being stuck in the carpet, I surfaced sprayed the crap out of the vent surface and the window sill where they came out of... at least it looked like they came from the window sill. They better have 'coz if they came from within our heating ducts we're screwed! Anyway, as a result of the bedroom's impromptu fumigation, I had to put up with sleeping on the couch.

So yeah, fun times.

It's been an eventful last few weeks. People have been busy, people have been drunk, and people have been hurt. I hope you two are fine. As for me, I would fit under the first category. Four days worth of an educational seminar fries the brain more than what you'd initially think. And here I was thinking that it'd be a cruisy Thurs-Sunday. At least I'm now the wiser physio and I'll be able to go back to work next week and tell my patients to forget everything I told them. That, my friends, is a sign of professional progress. To the physios that read this, I was at the Part A McKenzie course. I can certainly tell you that, no it isn't just all extensions :P

Ice Hockey = Legal fighting = FUN!

Hooray for YouTube! Why? Because of it, I found one of the most exciting moments in sports history that I've ever seen.

The best sport that Australia never really takes part in (due to the inherent lack of water, let alone ice!) is ice hockey. Nonetheless, if you're lucky to have cable tv, it's one of the best games to ever watch because it's probably the fastest-paced sport that exists, and fights are legal! The following is a brawl that happened ten years ago. Things you need to know before you watch it:

- Fights are, contrary to belief, rare.
- If a fight breaks out it's 99% of the time just a one-on-one fight. And most of the time, the fights are clumsy ie. the two people wrestle and grapple each other to the ground/ice as opposed to full-on face punches... After all, taking a close-fisted swipe to the head of another guy wearing a helmet...that'd hurt you more than him!
- Goalies almost NEVER fight.
- The Detroit Red Wings (the guys in the white and red uniform, and the team which I go for) and the Colorado Avalache built a HUGE rivalry over the late 90s.
- One year before this brawl, a Detroit player was taken down with a cheap shot by a Colorado player. It caused a broken jaw and orbital bone, and forced the Detroit player out for about a year. The cheap Colorado player in question (Lemieux) is the one that gets blindsided in the video by a different Detroit player (McCarty). If you watch all the replays you'll realise that McCarty uses the first fight that breaks out as a cheap excuse to go after his man Lemieux. Oh how revenge is sweet, especially when it's one year overdue!

Anyways, the video is after this post. The quality is a bit dodgy but it'll do.

The best bit is when the Colorado goalie skates out to rescue Lemieux but he himself is intercepted at full-speed by another Detroit player...watch the replay of it. The game itself turned out to be the definition of irony. The three main Detroit players fighting (with the exception of the goalie) were McCarty, Shanahan and Larionov....

The game went into overtime and was eventually won by Detroit. The scorer? McCarty. The assists to the goal? Shanahan and Larionov

New Car!

Presenting the newest member of the clan:


Went and picked her up on Saturday. I haven't thought of a name for her yet. The SSA licence plate makes it hard...what name can you make out of SSA? Anywho, the car runs well. It has the feel of a new car even though it's 53,000kms old. So all in all, here sits one pleased owner. Now I just have to hope it doesn't follow the suit of most other Fords I know and break down without warning. Today being the usual day off, I took the liberty to retrieve the contents of my old written-off car, namely my little smiley face thingy I hang off the rear-view mirror. Hopefully that isn't the thing which cursed my old car. I just realised... Out of the four cars we collectively have as a family, three of them are now silver in colour. And the other is just plain white. How boring are we?!

The Lawyer (and not just a lawyer but a freakin' judge!) from Hell

I'm sorry Bob, Emily, Fi or any other lawyer/law student reading this. But the following is undeniable proof that within your ranks, are the scumiest of scums!

I direct you to:
http://edition.cnn.com/2007/LAW/05/03/missing.pants.ap/

I actually like this version better despite their slight inaccuracy with the figures (the lawsuit is for $65mil not $67mil). It explains what he's sueing for in better detail: http://madconomist.com/the-67-million-pants-washington-d-c-lawyer-sues-dry-cleaners-for-lost-trousers

Just as was described in the second article, it's people like these that cause so many problems in the world. It's "why teachers won't put an arm around a crying child, and doctors order unnecessary tests." We live in a culture of fear - fear that some vaginahead will financially rape us. Seriously, even I get scared at work. The number of warnings and disclaimers I explain to my patients, the number of times I have to ask permission from them to do something...it takes up so much time, before you know it I have only two minutes to actually DO something to them.

Official

Yeh it's officially dead. Got the word yesterday. At least now I can go search for some cars. My cousin has, in the meantime, graciously given me his car to borrow for a few weeks so things aren't being such a nuisance and inconvenience as it initially looked like it was going to be. Granted the car is almost dead. A few kms after driving it from his house the rear view mirror decides to just fall off. Hmmmm.... Right now it's being held up by string attached to the E-tag. Hooray for citylink!

My Baby! My poor Babyyyyyyyy!

Well, the car has been sent from the Mt. Waverley centre to the Altona Centre. And, according to the dude at AAMI, the Altona centre is the automobile equivalent of Dr Nitschke's Euthanasia clinic. All cars that are deemed to be a probable write-off after assessment are sent to Altona for a secondary assessment to ensure that it really is unsalvageable. And statistically speaking, if your car is sent there, 90% of the time they will scrap it.

The official word won't come until at least Monday. Looks like my poor baby will die the slow death like the unfortunate kangaroo that hit it. :(

Vote 1 for Kangaroo Meat

If I tell this story one more time to someone, even I would call myself an attention seeker that's just trying to score empathy votes from as many people as possible. So instead of repeating the same old stuff, let me put it in a different way. Hence I present to you...

Terence's Guide to Losing $2500...Guaranteed!

Step 1: Have multiple claims made to your car insurance company over previous years to ensure skyrocketing prices for your annual premiums.

Step 2: Instead of fork out the $1500 or so premium, take the option (and by option I mean "gamble") to pay a ridiculously high excess fee should an accident ever happen, in order to cut the annual premium in half.

Step 3: Drive along Churchill Park Dve around the late afternoon/early evening time when the sun is going down. Telepathically will a large kangaroo to hop out onto the road right in front of your car from behind a large bush/shrub so that you have no time to brake or swerve. Ensure you are driving at 70km/h to maximise impact and damage to the car. Results are best given when your entire left-front is shot to pieces and your windshield is caved in.

Step 4: Ensure you survive so you can experience your new found loss of financial health. Having an intact windshield to prevent a flying kangaroo from entering the car and decapitating your head is recommended.

Step 5: After towage is complete, liaise with insurance company to determine that you have three excesses to pay. 1) The $500 standard excess, 2) the $400 "you're under 25 years old so you must be a shit driver" excess, and 3) the aforementioned "gamble" excess fee of $1550. Get a calculator and total the fee to which it will be $2450.

Step 6: Curse that f&#king kangaroo.

Looks like I'll be putting off that computer for a bit. And my monthly paycheck for this April will now be known as the "insurance paycheck". Oh well, money aside, I'm still alive which is all that matters as they say. I went through that whole shock phase of sitting in your car for a good 60 seconds trying to fathom what the F*$K just happened, and I'm over the "thank God I'm still alive" phase. Now I'm just into the pissed off "bloody hell this is going to cost me an arm and a leg, why do I have such shit luck with cars?! *whinge whinge whinge*" stage

A couple of thoughts:
- Gotta love the hippie-looking couple that checked on the kangaroo before me. Way to prioritise guys! And no I didn't kill a tree too.
- Any second later and the kangaroo would've directly hit the side of my car. With me going at 60-70km/h......
- Had I been going at the speed limit (as opposed to being going 10 under due to traffic) I would've been long ahead before the kangaroo hopped onto the road to hit me. And they say speed is supposed to bad...
- Fark, how scary was that?!
- Watching a dying kangaroo die a slow and painful death is not fun :(

I'll find out tomorrow whether or not the car is a write off. I hope not. One, because I love my car! and two, despite being two and a half grand out of pocket no matter what happens now, the new car that I can buy with the money left over will be shite...at least not as good as the '96 Lancer I had.

Wait and see... Either way, here comes at least two weeks of juggling cars with the rest of the family.

Madness?! This...is.....SPARTAAAAA!!! *front kick some dude into bottomless pit*

Hooray for the power of coincidence in giving me - the monitor-less one - a free computer monitor from one of Dad's clients who wanted to throw it away despite it not ever being used!

One of the most frustrating things one can endure is to feel tired and sluggish throughout the entire day, but when it comes to bedtime, the body refuses to shut down. Argh! And it doesn't help that I have to be up in less than six hours. Oh well, instead of lie there I figured I'd get up, have a drink (juice, not alcohol...I'm not an alco) and write some sort of crap in this thing.

The week so far has been pretty boring. Nothing special... and quiet at work. Went and saw 300 the other day. Fantastic movie but only if you're of the ike that lusts for copious amounts of Hollywood blood, and hence don't mind senseless violence. As one reviewer wrote which I randomly read at work the other day "300 is rated R for 'RAAAAAR!!'" If you're looking for plot, don't expect much. The story which most of you would know is based on an actual historical battle goes something like this: (and if you haven't seen the movie and don't want it to be spoilt, believe me, there's not much in the plot that can be given away)

- Persians threaten Sparta (and the rest of Greece)
- Spartan king is pissed off
- 300 uber Spartan warriors led by the king take the Persian army to Paintown
- Blood is generously spilt throughout the movie

I'm gonna have to buy the DVD and tally up the number of confirmed kills in the movie just as Julius and I did for the Rambo trilogy. I suspect this movie will hold the new record. This is the ultimate movie that doesn't require thinking. Simple story with plenty of 'don't ask questions, just kill something' action, and perhaps one of the coolest quotes in cinema lately. Can't wait for the DVD so I can repeatedly watch the battle scenes over and over again...I won't have to fast forward much. :)

Time for bed, take two.

Dead computer

Woo! My computer has officially died. Well, the screen has at least. The computer itself is currently the electronical equivalent of an old lady who has had thirteen surgeries done, and is now in intensive care hooked up to 15 drips and drains and requiring three nurses alone to maintain what little life is left. I'm in the process of finding a new computer and I've thought to myself, you know what? I've suffered on Windows 98 for the past 6-7 years...I've had to put up with not watching half the stuff that's available on the net. I'm gonna go get myself a beast of a computer. Granted my ever-fluctuating bank account is not pleased (just paid the Government back the bloody GST the other day...not happy). So in my computerlessness I've had to leech off my dad's computer which he doesn't use for his work about 18 minutes out of a 24 hour day. Or, of course, I get to use the one at work, which is pretty shoddy.

I have no idea where I'm going with this one.

Oh, some of you may know that I have NO intention of EVER owning a MySpace out of principle. 'But you have a blog you double-standard setting Asian man!', I hear you say? Yes, but you see, whereas the purpose of my blog is to show off my extremely uninteresting life despite having very anti-voyeuristic principles, MySpace is nothing but a glorified way of showing off how many friends you have. The more friends people see that you have, the better looking you are. It's simple physics.

Having said all that though, I have a facebook which I signed up to a while ago out of a need to quench my horrible thirst for something to do but then sorta neglected. But in my recent run of large breaks at work, I've been rummaging around it and you know what? Despite MySpace having the capacity to stick videos and stuff on it, Facebook shits all over it. It's just more fun than a MySpace, especially if you're a photos whore.

Unfortunately though, by having the same friends mechanism that MySpace has, a Facebook practically forces me to rape and pillage those aforementioned principles....Let it be known though, that I don't use it TO SHOW OFF HOW MANY FRIENDS I have...

But go ahead and be my friend :)

And I still refuse to use MySpace >:(