Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Anzac Day

The whole of newcastle turned out to the cricketers arms for a bit of two up action, including that bald guy marty from one of the australian idol cycles, and paloma from the current australian model series. The pit was full, and i raised my hand in the air with a ten dollar bill to bet on heads. Goods time, i wa sup forty bucks and then down, and then up again and then finally i broke even. Earlier in the day i got to see all the anzac day services from greta to lambton while on delivery for Roscos ice cream.

Im still looking for a sweet ride to travel around australia. I figure, if you only have to have you L plates for three months, on a 250cc, and then take the provisional test. If you can step up the CC on your p plates, i wont even have t0 start with a 250cc bike, because i know how to ride on my dirt bike, and ill just borrow a 250 cc bike for the p plate test. But the RTA will probably screw me over and ill have to stay on 250cc for a few years, bastards. But if not i can go straight to a fat boy harley davidson. 1100cc... i can feel the power already.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Danny boy, the pipes are calling.


The hammer drilling of the pipes. Each pipe is line with several layers of reinforced steel, so hitting that isn't fun when the drill spins and hits you in the face.

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Rath Lubans. He is a big boy.


You can see the metal box used to keep the sides of the well intact when you hit water. The sides of the metal box are four metres down, and you can see one of the pipes being lowered into position. After which, a load of gravel is dropped around the outside of it, to filter the soil from getting into the pipe, and then the big metal box is lifted out. It ended up being about 11 metres deep. With 4 metres of water.
Quotes:
Homer: Aw, twenty dollars! I wanted a peanut!
Homer's Brain: Twenty dollars can buy many peanuts!
Homer: Explain how!
Homer's Brain: Money can be exchanged for goods and services!
Homer: Woo-hoo!
**
Homer: Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... except the weasel.
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Homer: Son, a woman is like a beer. They smell good, they look good, you'd step over your own mother just to get one! But you can't stop at one. You wanna drink another woman!
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Homer: Look everyone! Now that I'm a teacher I've sewn patches on my elbows.
Marge: Homer that's supposed to be leather patches on a tweed jacket, not the other way around. You've ruined a perfectly good jacket.
Homer: Incorrect, Marge. Two perfectly good jackets!
**
Homer: Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that's even remotely true!
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Homer: I saw this in a movie about a bus that had to speed around a city, keeping its speed over fifty and if its speed dropped, it would explode! I think it was called ... "The Bus That Couldnt Slow Down."
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Homer: Got any of that beer that has candy floating in it? You know, Skittlebrau?
Apu: Such a beer does not exist, sir. I think you must have dreamed it.
Homer: Oh. Well, then just give me a six-pack and a couple of bags of Skittles.
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Saturday, April 21, 2007

Virginia in my mind. Jroc and the gang, the younger apartments, matt, jamie, kelly, gloria....... sadly it's a lifetime ago

It seems that we all love to watch a celebrity fall, and that is verified by tabloid sales. I wonder what it is? I was listening to the beatles earlier, hey jude and let it be, and there is so much wisdom in those songs, that it can't be possible for the creator to be a regular human who goes through a messy divorce. Or even pop celebrities, who appear so perfect, how could they possibly want to shave their head shaved because they are depressed. We have raised them on such a pedestal of how ones life should be.

But, then there are people like Bono, who just seem to care so much about things in life. He wants to help everyone out. He is a person who can see that some people suffer under the hands of others, and he chooses to speak out against that, even though people might get tired of his humanitarian work or whatever, just like angelina jolie, perhaps it's only a luxury you find when you have enough wealth not to think about bills? or perhaps they are kind people, who can't handle the suffering in the world.

And it's more than i can say for myself, in Bono's shoes, i can see myself buying the best harley davidson and the best ferrari there is. I would buy a whole heap of land to create a rainforest, but i wouldnt go to any lengths like Bono or whoever does. Perhaps it's a factor of youth, jolie didn't do shit 'till she was 30 and same with bono. My point is, that some people seem to care so much for the world, and i really respect that.

I watched Gattaca earlier tonight, one of my favourite movies, and it got me thinking again that art is great, because what it does is; take the insumountable moments in life, and put a frame around them, so we can try to hold on and cherish at least one moment or one emotion, which are bound for nothingness. Because our life extinguishes so quickly, and it's hard to keep track of all the beautiful moments you have. I was thinking back to my usa trip earlier, and all the beautiful people i met, and all the friends i made, and now they are just a few neurons in my brain, never to be re-lived. And it seems to end so freaking quickly, like i thought 7months in the usa would last an eternity, but now that is over and i have been home for four months before i can even scratch myself. It just moves so damn quick, and when we can hear a song or watch a movie or read a book that seems to capture some pure beauty, it seems like life stands still for a second and we can reach out and feel and touch watch isn't normally there for us to touch. But then it also sad, because it ends, Gattaca finished, and the emotions i was feeling, faded after about ten minutes, and normality came back. So, i have reckoned with myself that art gives you an escape, that is really worthwhile, i always knew that, it's just now i have now just realized how temporary everything is, and how the things we aim for come and go before we can appreciate them. I can also see now my many faults, i always saw them, but now i know that they are just who i am, i can work on some parts of myself, but in todays world of self help we are all trying to be the perfect person , the politically correct person, the wise person, all that BS, why cant we realise our limits and move forward. I am shit at aommunicating with my friends, and i can work on myself, but i will probably always be that way, and many others faults i have.. but people today seem so scared to admit they are wrong, they are too perfect to have any defect, i say we should embrace our faults, we can work on certain aspects of our lives, but there are so many things which are just us and we cant do anything to change that so we should feel happy for being that.

Anyway, I just got my motorbike going again. And it has made me remember how free i felt whilst riding. So, i will anounce now --that i am going fo rmy licence, and i will ride around australia when i graduate. And after Jroc visits ozland, and hopefully becomes a citizen. Dude you'll love it!!! Our friendship is gold, because it's based on so many opposites, like i always heard that your soulmate is only someone who challneges you, and i think that our friendship has that, because even after four months away from virginia, i find myself thinking, hmm what would jroc think. You spout some wisdom, that makes me think, in particular your tolerance to other cultures and stuff. Just like Bono.

I love the show american chopper, and i have been painting up my old bike like its a chopper, and i was going to do a before and after shot, but i forgot to take the before pic. So ill just do the after pic, it was a crappy old ag bike , but im giving it a white undercoat and i will paint blue over it and some tape and peel the tape back, to have white pin stripes, like a mustang.


Quotes:
There are no quotes this blog. Only my thoughts of those shot at VT.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Hokies

Another sensless shooting. The hokies are UVa's nemesis in football, but at times like this you can only feel sorry for those involved in such a tragedy.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Goodbye easter bunny

On saturday it is sad to say i shot the easter bunny with a double barrel shotgun. Mother, ran over the little fellow while mowing, this is the giant mower behind a tractor, and maimed it. I grabbed the shotty and put two shells in, i was thinking i would only need one, but luckily i loaded two, because the first shot kind of made more damage, but the second shot took off its skull JFK style. I have had to put stuff down before, and it always sucks. For the rest of the day i was seeing the image of it being shot replaying in my mind.

--The worst time i put something down, was a dog that was hit on our property, and morris was going to pull the trigger, but the dog looked identical to his, so i had to do it. Anyway we buried it in a far too shallow grave near one of the sheds, and several days later my labrodors dug it up, and the head ended up in our yard. When burying a body you need a deep hole.

--Another bad time, was when i was about ten and looked out the window and saw a fox attacking my prize rooster. The rooster was a giant and fended off the fox, but ended up with a mortal wound. So i was too young to find the big axe, i only had my tomohawk, and i put egors head on a block of wood, and swung... This was a giant fighting rooster, so the first chop just hacked at his neck, and i was crying and trying to how Egor, and swing.. he started walking away and i had to keep hacking.

--My best execution was a fox that was caught in an acient bear trap. I couldn't believe it, my grandfather has some antiques, and one was a giant bear trap, and he actually set it in one of our sheds-one of my dogs could have easily been caught- anyway as soon as i found out i went over to get rid of it, and there was a fox caught. I blew it out in one shot, i can still see it clearly.

Hopefully i wont have to do any more for a while.

Quotes: Family Guy

Peter: There's only one thing to do - learn the language of the fleas, earn their trust, and breed with their women. And in time our differences will be forgotten.

Chris: Oh, I hate vegetables.
Lois: Honey, they're good for you.
Chris: Oooh, they taste like a monkey, a monkey that's past its prime.

STEWIE That's it, time for doggie to go the way of Old Yeller!
LADY Old Yeller, did I get a call from Tony?
OLD YELLER Oh yeah, he left a message I forgot to tell you.
LADY Is it on the machine?
OLD YELLER I erased it.
LADY [sigh], Alright [Cocks Gun] Out back.
KID No ma', yeller's my dog, I'll do it…
OLD YELLER Come on, He'll call back!





Monday, April 09, 2007

Prison vs Work

Prison vs Work:

IN PRISON: You spend the majority of your time in a 10X10 cell.
AT WORK: You spend the majority of your time in an 8X8 cubicle.

IN PRISON: You get three meals a day.
AT WORK: You get a break for one meal and you have to pay for it.

IN PRISON: You get time off for good behavior.
AT WORK: You get more work for good behavior.

IN PRISON: The guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.
AT WORK: You must often carry a security card and open all the doors for yourself.

IN PRISON: You can watch TV and play games.
AT WORK: You could get fired for watching TV and playing games.

IN PRISON: You get your own toilet.
AT WORK: You have to share the toilet with some people who pee on the seat.

IN PRISON: They allow your family and friends to visit.
AT WORK: You aren’t even supposed to speak to your family.

IN PRISON: All expenses are paid by the taxpayers with no work required.
AT WORK: you get to pay all your expenses to go to work, and they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.

IN PRISON: You spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out.
AT WORK: You spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside bars.

IN PRISON: You must deal with sadistic wardens.
AT WORK: They are called managers.

-i noticed they didn't mention the sodemy, which kind of negates all the benefits of prison!

Sunday, April 01, 2007

model

i think Anika should win australia's next top model. And after that Steph (i think thats the right name) and also, i think Cassandra is the hottest, but not the best to be a model. And i'm glad that the mary kate and ashley olsen clone got eliminated, the only other person i want eliminated now is that chick from out west who cusses and speaks like a derro. And paloma is a bit of a weirdo, oh and that chick that always looks angry-angry young girl. So go Anika, the chick who looks like a hot librarian. Glasses is the way to go.
This concludes my model predications, thank you for reading. I know at least one reader (kim) would be interested.