2 things;
1) The post with "it was this or a tax return" was my first and possibility only blog post I've done while in the office. Admittedly it was a Sunday but that doesn't make it better, kinda worse actually; and
2) www.thesixtyone.com is awesome. Free streaming music, with loads of random new stuff I bet you never heard before. And you can legally download some of it (haha see those words aren't normally seen together; 'legally' 'download'). If you got the time and inclination, go listen to umm Jeff Taylor - taught me.
3) I know I said 2, but since I'm here; the office (us) season 3 and 4 is too good.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
it was this or a tax return.
Sitting at my desk at work on a Sunday afternoon is inherently and utterly sad.
With that in mind, I'm feeling alright. Last night saw the official "opening" of sweatshop bar (near the cnr of latrobe and exhibition st). I use the quotation marks for the simple reason that sweatshop has been open to the public for a few weeks now, that much I know as a fact cos I've been there.
But opening night is opening night. Quite a nice affair, firstly the place wasn't as absurdly packed as it has been lately so that was a nice change. Also there was free cocktails.
You have gotta love the free cocktails.
Unfortunately I wasn't in the mindset I needed to be in for free drinks. Probably the realisation that I had to come to work today made me hold off getting supremely hammered. That and cocktails are very sweet and I didn't want to die of a sugar overdose.
Since I've been going to sweatshop/seamstress I've been drinking more and more cocktails. Unfortunately I haven't figured them out yet; with beer I'm good. I know my limits before it all goes pear shaped (somewhere between the 8-15 pots mark, depending on how quickly I drink). But with cocktails, I'm finding it a lot harder to gauge, from what I gather, somewhere around the 4-5 mark is about right.
So yeh, slept through my alarm this morning and ended up getting into the office a good 2 hours than I planned. And I really haven't been that productive so far. Oh well, at least I got some things done so hopefully I won't get destroyed tomorrow...
With that in mind, I'm feeling alright. Last night saw the official "opening" of sweatshop bar (near the cnr of latrobe and exhibition st). I use the quotation marks for the simple reason that sweatshop has been open to the public for a few weeks now, that much I know as a fact cos I've been there.
But opening night is opening night. Quite a nice affair, firstly the place wasn't as absurdly packed as it has been lately so that was a nice change. Also there was free cocktails.
You have gotta love the free cocktails.
Unfortunately I wasn't in the mindset I needed to be in for free drinks. Probably the realisation that I had to come to work today made me hold off getting supremely hammered. That and cocktails are very sweet and I didn't want to die of a sugar overdose.
Since I've been going to sweatshop/seamstress I've been drinking more and more cocktails. Unfortunately I haven't figured them out yet; with beer I'm good. I know my limits before it all goes pear shaped (somewhere between the 8-15 pots mark, depending on how quickly I drink). But with cocktails, I'm finding it a lot harder to gauge, from what I gather, somewhere around the 4-5 mark is about right.
So yeh, slept through my alarm this morning and ended up getting into the office a good 2 hours than I planned. And I really haven't been that productive so far. Oh well, at least I got some things done so hopefully I won't get destroyed tomorrow...
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Dinobots speaking in french accents?
Listening to Jose Gonzalez sing about 'Killing for Love' makes me think about young Hose in my Year 8 Japanese text book.
Young Hose makes me think about the annoying kid in Captain Planet who had the heart ring.
Which brings me onto thinking about rings. And then cow bells. And then more cow bells.
Welcome to the wonderful world that is my headspace. Its a lush place of imaginary unicorns and transformers, especially dinobots who speak in a french accent.
For some reason I think my Year 8 Japanese text book was called 'Kokusai', which may also mean something else. Possibly 'school' or something education'y. Hence that thought I suppose.
And that'll be all for tonight.
Young Hose makes me think about the annoying kid in Captain Planet who had the heart ring.
Which brings me onto thinking about rings. And then cow bells. And then more cow bells.
Welcome to the wonderful world that is my headspace. Its a lush place of imaginary unicorns and transformers, especially dinobots who speak in a french accent.
For some reason I think my Year 8 Japanese text book was called 'Kokusai', which may also mean something else. Possibly 'school' or something education'y. Hence that thought I suppose.
And that'll be all for tonight.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
I'm not an alcoholic; alcoholics goes to meetings.
Just how good is Sufjan Stevens?
Obviously that's a rhetorical question.
He's so good that I've chose to listen to Illinois from start to finish over gta4 on a brand new ps3
Well that and the fact that I knew that if gta4 was fired up, I'd probably wouldn't get any sleep tonight. Whereas I only have 2 songs left before its bedtime.
First time I've been sober on a Friday night in what feels like ages. Quite a strange feeling, and while I know its the healthier option, it just doesn't feel right.
Obviously that's a rhetorical question.
He's so good that I've chose to listen to Illinois from start to finish over gta4 on a brand new ps3
Well that and the fact that I knew that if gta4 was fired up, I'd probably wouldn't get any sleep tonight. Whereas I only have 2 songs left before its bedtime.
First time I've been sober on a Friday night in what feels like ages. Quite a strange feeling, and while I know its the healthier option, it just doesn't feel right.
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