Sorry. I just can't seem to be arsed. Might change at a future date.

A blogmeet, and a new blog.

Okay, so Saturday night was a bit of a blast. I cruised into town with my friend in tow, the lovely Tingle, and after a quiet dinner by the lake we grabbed a 'small bottle of wine' and went and saw Mel, who proceeded to show us her amazing Cadbury Girl impersonation and giving the National Smoking Champion 2004-2005 a run for her money.

After a long wait in the McDonalds drive thru queue (during which the two girls left and had a smoke-off leaving yours truly to handle the hunting and gathering) we headed to the Wig and Pen in Canberra City. After discovering some of the wonderful beers they have there (bloody hell, I used to work around the corner, why didn't I notice before) in trooped a crew of the bloggers that had been enjoying dinner at a restaurant around the corner. I had only met one previously, being Teej the statuesque blogging queen. But I got the chance to meet some of Canberra's finest writers, some of whom I had not had the pleasure of their blogs, and some of whom I had been reading for a year or more.

Was great to finally meet Dean, Nick, and Mark, whose sites I had read for a while now. New sites (to me) and ones that I'll be paying more attention to in the future were run by Zoe and Steev whose conversations I enjoyed immensely. A hello to Steev's friend Steve too, who was bloody interesting! I know there were others there that I didn't get around to saying hello to but I'd like to meet next time. For reference, I was the guy with the Initech shirt on.

The best thing to come out of the blogmeet was to finally convince my good friend Coll to fire up her own blog site. New members always welcome, especially if they can write as well as her. She's one of the most interesting people I have ever met and I hope she takes to blogging like a duck to water. Her new site, Tooth Plaque Conspiracy, is already showing promise. And is already showing more comments than the trusty old Razor Sharp Wit. Which reminds me, that's why Steev and Mel were doing a (bloody good) version of the Sunrise crew, because that's the level of 'wit' my site has been boasting lately, and I mentioned that to Steev.

Anyhow, head over to Coll's place and if you tell her I sent you, you'll get 10 bonus Collpoints (TM) to save towards a great set of steak knives*. 50 bonus points if you can figure out the obscure but bloody funny reference of the name of her site*.

* Actual offer may not exist

Meet up.

As a bit of a last minute thing, I've decided to put all money/work/shy issues aside and go make the trip into Canberra for the 2005 Canberra Bloggers Meet. Or something like that. There are a lot of people whose blogs I read regularly and I would love to meet, and that really swung my decision pendulum to the YES side. Also joining me in my trip to Canberra is my good friend Tingle, who is always up for a few too many drinks in a publike setting. Nice to share the drive with a friend!

Am also looking forward very much to seeing my old friend Melly, who I've missed while being out here in self-imposed exile. She's tops! Ace wicked tops!

Anyone out there who reads my blog, and reads anyone elses blog in Canberra, is welcome to come along and say hi. A lot of people will be there, I'm guessing.

The one blogger I've always wanted to meet, the one blogger who can write like a demon, the one blogger who is the only one who has made me actually physically cry when I've read their blog, I doubt will be there. I will have to leave that for another day.

Memories of an old man.

"His Spitfire continued in a near vertical dive at almost full throttle. I pulled out just in time to avoid striking terra firma a glancing blow, but Johnny didn't. His Spitfire exploded on impact with the ground and went on to form a very large crater. They dug Johnny out from under thirty feet of earth, or rather what was left of him which wasn't very much, placed his remains in a jampot, put it in a coffin and weighted the coffin with sandbags. Whereupon his parents arrived, having received the fatality signal, and requested that they be allowed a last look at their son. Fortunately, the officer in charge of the funeral tactfully pointed out that as the 'body' had had to be driven from A to B, it would be a rather unpleasant experience for them to see it in that condition. All they would have seen, in fact, was a jampot surrounded by sandbags."

- Battle For Britain - Wing Commander H. R. Allen DFC

I think.

Fuck it's hot today. Not too hot, but hot enough. I think I'll take my shirt off. Though that probably won't help. It would help if I lost weight. Maybe I should go on that low carb thing again. Seemed to work last time. Really do it this time, no more excuses. I'd be happier if I was thinner, I just know it. I should do some work. I can't put it off any longer. There are people relying on me. I don't know why I put things off. I know it is easier just to get them out of the way. If I leave it it will become a mountain. But I will leave it, I just know it. Maybe I should do a half assed job instead. I don't know how I keep up the pretence of being good at anything. I suck at everything. People are idiots. They believe what they want to believe. I believe what I want to believe. I should stick to watching TV and playing computer games. Nobody relies on me when I watch TV and play computer games. Why talk to anyone at all? They think I'm an idiot. They always think that, always, always. I'd like to get really really famous and laugh in their faces and not give them a cent of money ever. Yeah, thats what I'll do. I'll get really famous. That'll teach them, every last one of them that thought I was an idiot. They all think I'm an idiot. When I'm famous they'll regret it. They'll say they are sorry but I won't care because I will be famous. How should I become famous? I'll write something. Yeah. Something creative. I should start right this instant. If I started now, I'd be famous in a couple of weeks. I'll start now, and it will all be downhill, all the rest of my life, all gravy. But it's too hot today. I'll start tomorrow. Unless it's too hot tomorrow, then I'll be too hot to be creative. But I'm sure I could be creative the day after that. Maybe I should lose some weight first. That's a better idea. Lose some weight first, then be creative. One thing at a time. I should go on that low carb thing, really do it this time. And stop drinking. Yeah. People will respect me more. Yeah. I'll start losing weight right now. But it's a bit hot today.

Bad sitcoms.

Larry Appleton: Was it me, or did you see steam rising from his head?
Balki Bartokomous: Are you asking did - did I see *steam* rising from his head or did I see *you* rising from his head?
Larry Appleton: I'm asking, was it me, or did you see steam rising from his head?
Balki Bartokomous: Okay... Okay, are you asking was it *me* who saw steam rising from his head or was it *you* who saw steam rising from his head?
Larry Appleton: I'm asking, was it me, or did you see steam rising from his head?
Balki Bartokomous: [pause] Yes. Now, I have one for you - Was it me... or was that Miss Lydia's beauty mark sliding down her cheek?
Larry Appleton: It was you. It was definitely you sliding down her cheek.

Heard recently:

WARNING: A scam is being pulled on male motorists. What happens is that when you stop for a red light, a young busty nude woman comes up and pretends to be washing your windshield.

While she is doing this, another person opens your back door and steals anything in the car.

They are very good at this: They got me 9 times Friday and 7 times Saturday.

I wasn't able to find them on Sunday.