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Oct. 16th, 2009 @ 10:34 pm <3
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Oct. 3rd, 2009 @ 10:41 pm Good day, really
I took my Raleigh out for a spin - [IMG]http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq299/deej_wombat/IMG_9573.jpg[/IMG] - just a 4 mile jaunt, but still. I'm so Old School.

Then, while I was home this arvo, Little Kristy came over and we hung out.

And to top it all off, Michelle is back in Australia. Michelle is one of the old Uni gang. Meeting people while you're young is good. Everyone's got their whole life ahead of them, kind of like kindergarten, but with Beer on tap.
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Sep. 6th, 2009 @ 07:55 pm Stop, please... Can I just rest for a tick?
So much going on. Thank goodness for a quiet week at work (at the moment)

James is looking at joining the Bendigo Car Club - getting a car, doing Autocross, Khanacross, Motorkhana, rallies etc. We'll see how that goes. I'll act as financial advisor, technical consultant and conscience. So we went out to the night meeting on Saturday night.

That was a laugh - some crapboxes kicking up tonnes of dust - James and I stood out and marshalled on one section. That led me to the belief that the place is understaffed. We had no idea, and we got no relief.

Was meant to go out for lunch/birthday party for Megan and Maeci (Mother and daughter - I went to high school with Megan) I kinda flipped out and didn't want to be there, so I went and mowed the lawn. Meditation and catharsis courtesy of Briggs and Stratton.

Just having a quiet Sunday, really. Trying to shake a cough, which probably wasn't helped by Saturday night outside at the Car Club. Or Thursday night spent playing Trivial Pursuit in the company of smokers. I coughed so hard I saw spots. So I went home.

Everything's in a holding pattern, but that's okay.
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Aug. 13th, 2009 @ 09:08 pm Wow... busybusy
Things are just moving too fast at the moment.

I've been flatout lately. Went down to Melbourne last weekend, saw a band with my sister, and spent all weekend on trains to visit a mate. I hate big cities. I like my city of about 100,000. It's only 15 minutes one end to the other, and has corners with their own identity.

This weekend I'm off to learn how to ride a motorbike. James (he grew out of Flash) just bought a motorbike. It's 150cc and a dirtbike. Under 100 km since new, and he paid less than a grand for it. Good deal methinks.

But it's going to eat my weekend. I might get a day to do bugger all before I turn 30, but I doubt it.
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Aug. 9th, 2009 @ 06:29 pm Songs, the placeholders in my life.
The other day I blogged about being a song-snob. I'm back on songs and stuff again.

Last night, I went to see The Whitlams (Australian band, big in the late 90's) and they played the album that made them famous, start to finish. I was standing near a girl all night, and every song reminded her of someone, and to me, it was someone different.

I nearly lost it when a couple of songs came on. Anyone who listens to it now, who wasn't there with me when all these people came into and left my life... just wouldn't get it.
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Jul. 30th, 2009 @ 11:52 pm The worst nightmares are the ones you're not even asleep for.
*THIS DID NOT ACTUALLY HAPPEN*
Well, that was just wrong. I was half asleep, and got to thinking and dreaming and such. Anyway, little miss 9 (should stop saying little, she's only an inch shorter than me) and I were cooking dinner. I told her to do something with the microwave and BANG! there was an explosion and she's got plastic shards through her. It was a bit like the scene in Under Siege when Steven Seagal blows up the kitchen.

It was not cool, there were arguments, hysterics... But I was calm. It was surreal. My answers dealt with the immediate problems, not the how and why and who's at fault. I kept saying we can deal with all of that later, let's just get to the Hospital.

I didn't want to play that scenario anymore, so I've dragged myself out of bed. I'll have another go at getting to sleep now. It'll be Friday in a couple of minutes, that'll be better.
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Jul. 29th, 2009 @ 10:26 pm I'm a very strange fellow, sometimes.
Anything taken to the extreme end of its ideal is just nuts, unless you're there already.

Some people believe that there is one person who is your "soul mate" and spend their entire life searching for that person. As a result, they're going to spend their entire life alone, because nobody is good enough - a euphemism for "I'm not prepared to put in any effort to fit my life around this person" That's not my point, that's just me being cynical.

Some people spend their life looking for the right wine to go with a meal. They can debate the subtleties of a Napa Valley Shiraz rather than a Pinot Grigio from Naples. It's just Grape juice people, come on! But I'm closer to my point.

The other day, I realised I'm a song snob. There is a song for every situation. Sometimes, more than one, but one will usually rise above as totally adequate. Long road trips need The Eagles, Pink Floyd, or whatever - but there's always ONE song that suits that car, day, mood, road and everything. That's my schtick. I'm looking for that song for the time and mood in my life.

I remember one night, about to hit highway speed and off to somewhere. Dark, rainy, cold, heater on flat out, and on comes Pink Floyd's "Learn to Fly" up into top gear and the world and everything in it just lined up. I miss those times, those adventures. I'm moving to Dubai, petrol at 15 cents a litre... I'm paying a buck twenty. Nearly five bucks a gallon, for those who don't work in base ten.
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Jul. 28th, 2009 @ 06:06 pm Just saved myself $125!
Okay, it's a bit of a cheap fix, but it's fixed.

The car decided to have a hissyfit, and stop the windscreen wipers at 45 degrees instead of flat against the bonnet. This sucks, especially since we're now in winter. So, I took the motor off and readjusted the blades, and in doing so, lost a rubber grommet.

Toyota decided that they could help me only by selling a complete motor for $130. I wasn't really into that idea, so I trotted off to the Auto Parts store. Grommets, in a 2 pack, $4.50.

I win.
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Jul. 17th, 2009 @ 06:43 pm Doctors, like everyone else in the world come in 2 flavours. Good and notsogood.
After a weekend that Sam Mendes himself could not script, I decide that I'm coming down with a bug. Off I trot to the Free doctor's (there's another story... I knew the receptionist, and if they knew me, they wouldn't like me) and he decided that I should have 2 days off and no medication. Thursday, my 2 days are up, and I feel worse. So I trot off to the Family Doctor, who charges money, but, in essence is a better doctor. We chat, and I get more time off and antibiotics.

They haven't really kicked in yet, but I should be right to go back to work... on Wednesday.

That's 8 days off. It shouldn't take that long!
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Jul. 16th, 2009 @ 05:42 pm Wow. One cat can change everything.
Ever have one of those days where the start and the end just can't be from the same day?

I had one on Sunday. Time to stop doing what I want, and start doing what I need.

Oh, and i'm going back to public journal. Don't need secrets anymore.
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Jun. 17th, 2009 @ 05:32 pm The interwebs in having technical difficulties
I'm: thoughtful
From now on, this Journal is friends only. Please comment if you would like to be added. All the old entries are available, to give an idea of who I was, and maybe who I am. Who I will be is yet to be determined.
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May. 28th, 2009 @ 09:53 pm Formula one based nerdery.
Oh my. Under the proposed rules for next year, the 'cost capped' teams can run All Wheel Drive.

This is just nuts, IMHO.

for further details, please read www.motorsport.com
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Mar. 21st, 2009 @ 09:52 pm It's only Saturday, but a weekend i have had
I'm just back from Melbourne - Sam's girls are 4, and they had an awesome party. I was beyond fashionably late, because I walked all the way from Hoppers Crossing station to Sam's place. I should have bailed at Werribee.

I digress. Birthday party. Sam and his Girls, and baby Oscar all had a great time, and I caught up with his immediate clan. It's all good.

Spent the morning with my brother, sister and their significant others. We went to USA Foods... Americans have Coffee Soda. Not cola, Carbonated Coffee. I can just see the marketing meeting now.

Suit #1: What are we going to come up with as our new product line for Summer
2: I dunno, people drink coffee, people drink soda... why not combine the 2?
1: Great - we're done!

It's not quite what I had in mind, but it's got a place. Not as big a place as Dr. Pepper, though.
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Mar. 4th, 2009 @ 10:09 pm I have read this story many times. Why isn't the world like this?
http://www.falcongt.com.au/HO-DTH.html

This happened in 1971. Admittedly in 1971's "Fastest four-door production car in the world"

In the rain. One of these cars is now worth close to a million bucks. It's the stuff of myth and legend.
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Feb. 28th, 2009 @ 09:39 pm I have been having the strangest dreams lately...
I had the strangest dream the other night. I shall attempt to elaborate:

For some reason, I was running away from 'something' and I was running through a warehouse. I'm running for all I'm worth, and there are heaps of supermarket type goods on the shelves, out on display for retail - no prices, but they were all out in single pieces, not boxed up.

And then, I stop. And pick up cleaning products. What?
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Feb. 19th, 2009 @ 10:46 pm Wow. I needed that
I've just finished a book.

Richard Hammond's Autobiography

For someone with my conditions, it was totally awesome. For those that don't know, and that's probably most reading this, I've got Hydrocephalus. Nothing major, but a lot of the symptoms and feelings he describes, well, I get that too. More than most. I'm about to loan the book to my mate who got skittled in a car 3 years ago this week, and I hope he reads it.

I've sort of lost the train of thought for this entry - I was going to describe what it's like... being in my head - it's so hard to focus, and yet, it's so hard to 'get away' from the thought that I'm focused on.

I'm fortunate with my Hydrocephalus, as with Richard's ABI, that it wasn't a bad dose. I've seen people with what I've got that can't carry on in life. Can't get a license to drive, can't hold a job, etc.etc... I'm not sure if I'll ever reach the star spangled heights of someone who doesn't have what I've got - but I'm resolved to be happy with what I've got. Can't do anything about it.
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Feb. 15th, 2009 @ 07:43 pm Busy doing something close to nothing.
Today - I did very little. And enjoyed it all.

Slept in, which is always nice on a Sunday. Played around with my Motard project - Basically a Mountain bike with slick tyres, and took that for a test run (about 12:30 - when I'd finally become decent enough to leave the house)


Still a few niggles - like I forgot to tighten the back wheel nuts properly. A few swift kicks, and it was straight enough to get back to the car. So I came home, and started to watch the Transformers Movie - the 1986 one, not this live action stuff!
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Feb. 8th, 2009 @ 08:25 pm Writers block, but am I a Writer... blogger's block?
Shit! Shitshitshit.

I'm going internally berserk at the moment. All these fires around, and so many idiots, and so many people, who do the right thing and still cop it.

One of my Dad's mates, Marcel, lost his life and I'm pretty sure his house. I don't know how to feel about that.

In fact, I don't know how to feel about anything at the moment. It's all just fucked. I want to sleep for 14 hours and see how I wake up.

I could probably deal with my problems one at a time, but everything's just getting to me at the moment. I'll be okay... It takes a lot to shake me out of my tree. I'm just shaken out of my comfy fork.
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Jan. 29th, 2009 @ 09:33 pm INCOMING!
Fuck. What a bombshell. My best mate, hereinafter referred to as Flash, has just been pushed from the family nest. His mum's moving to Swan Hill with her gentleman, and Flash's sister and boyfriend are going to rent the family home - on the condition that Flash isn't living there. All details are as told to me by Flash, so there may be omissions and commissions, but he's a bit stunned by all this.

Flash, for those who don't know - is a good mate of mine, who made a right mess of himself almost 3 years ago, just before the wedding (he was still in a coma for the wedding, so his Mum came instead). Since then, he's been living back at Mum's. There is still surgeries to be had before he's able to get back to work (maybe) and they're in Melbourne, about 2 hours from Bendigo, 3 from the North East, and 4 from Swan Hill by the most expedient transport.

Dad, well, his Dad died of cancer about 5 years ago, so there's no foul committed with Mum having a gentleman in my book.

According to him, his options are
1. Move in to Bendigo and rent, which he probably can't afford.
2. Move to somewhere up the North East of Victoria to be nearer to the girlfriend.
3. There is a possibility (but I wasn't told this) to move to Swan Hill with Mum and the gentleman.

I just dunno how to help in this case. and THAT's what really pisses me off about the whole thing. He can't move in with me, that's just not an option. For everything else, I'm just the listener.
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Jan. 25th, 2009 @ 09:12 pm I sirs, am an idiot.
In a perfect world, I would have been home about 3PM. Instead, I got in about 8:30PM

I managed to catch the wrong train. I got to the suburban station, and caught the country train there. It didn't go to Bendigo, but Ballarat. So, I finished up going all the way to Ballarat, all the way back to Melbourne and then to Bendigo. I'm such a doofus.

Probably should have bailed as soon as I realised. Didn't. The conductor told me I could go to Ballarat and catch a coach across to Castlemaine (about 20 miles away). Didn't realise, once I got to Ballarat, that they don't allow bikes on coaches.

After 5 hours on trains today, I think I'm about done with them for a while. Either that, or I need to catch MORE public transport to get my sense of timing back into whack.

I think I'll just avoid the capital city for a while. I don't like it. Too many people are angry in the heat. I heard one bloke of Greek extraction pay out on a Sudanese man because he was Sudanese. I didn't have the heart to tell him that most Australians were immigrants at some time or other.

I'm a bit overtired, too. Time I went to bed.
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