Sunday, October 11, 2009

Bored on a Sunday...

... Actually, bored is the wrong word.

"Bored" implies a state of inherent dissatisfaction, when in fact I'd like nothing more than for the weekend to literally drag on until the Heat Death of the Universe(TM).

Which would be good, because then the start of next week could tie in nicely in terms of timing for when HBO finally get off their ass and release "The Pacific". Why, when a movie, book or game is produced and otherwise ready to go, do people insist on holding off on releasing it until the maximum of wailing, teeth-gnashing and general angst is at it's maximum?

Why? Because they're cunts.

Not like the lovely people at this place. The fiance and I had our Engagement party last weekend at the Cott, and it was smashin! Good food platters, and the tab actually lasted - woot!! Anyway, if anyone I know actually reads this and was there - thanks for comin! We also scored some great gifts which weren't in any way expected, but will be very much appreciated nonetheless...

The rest of the week we basically entertained the fiance's family who'd come over from the land of eternal faggotry and it was nice to have them, but now that they're gone home it is nice to have things kinda return to a more normal pace - typically meaning doing six eighths of fuck all on weeknights after work other than playing Civ4 while the missus watches the 1,394,576th episode of 'Off Pedder'.

This week was a bit wierd for more than just the in-laws being around... what's with Paul Murray being on ABC Radio? I mean, there's no denying the guy's an experienced radio presenter, but I'd like to think I'm a little bit elevated in the evolutionary chain above the intellectual level of your typical 6PR listener - so not only does it a feel a bit wrong being part of his audience, but I'm beginning to see why he's been employed on such a lengthy basis at 6PR and at The West Australian newspaper.

The thing I liked most about Geoff Hutchinson, who usually does ABC Mornings is that basically, unlike most of the presenters on commercial FM Radio (Would put in a link here, but there's far too many Darwin Award contenders to just choose one), he's not a twat. He's actually just a pleasant sounding, moderately viewed, quietly spoken individual, who presents things that are important enough for other people to sound off on... more importantly, he allows whatever is playing out to tell it's own story via the people he's interviewing or the callers calling in.

Murray on the other hand, tries to play up the sensationalist angle with every fourth or fifth question, trying to rile his audience up as if he feels they're not getting their fix of tabloid crap from the other WA media outlets he's worked for. Having said that, this particular piece of "news" got my attention earlier today.

Post-Kapooka "initiation"? WTF? I'm based at the same location mentioned in this story ("a WA barracks"), and have been since 2001. I don't know of any post basic training hazing that goes on at any of the units, either isolated or institutionalised. If anything, blokes coming back from Kapooka are generally met with a knowing grin, reassuringly advised that they don't need to stand fast for NCOs entering a room, and that "it's over and they can calm down and relax". I've never witnessed or even heard of any kind of hazing... the kind of harsh discipline applied which may result in complaints from the more limp wristed civilian who can't handle the psychological transition to soldiery usually results in complaints at Kapooka, not after it.

But what I do know is that the RAE just had their spiffy and rather awesome Oktoberfest function last Saturday night. Although I didn't attend, I've heard it was a bloody great night for the most part... and for that matter I also heard one or two dickheads decided to get out of control, and were given a bit of a talking to as a result. Regardless of whether there's any link between that night and the alleged hazing, I wouldn't be surprised if the "bullying" was actually one soldier acting like a dickhead, and being pulled into line... at which point the butthurt soldier involved decided to contact the media.

And if the media aren't shitting me off enough...

The epic fail which this bullshit is drowning in is just fucking unbelievable. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not butthurt about this particular game being banned. L4D is an awesome game, but I've got it on Steam... I'm happy with that much. What pisses me off is that the average Australian gamer (Whom according to a stack of independantly acquired evidence) is actually 30 years of age, continues to have a gobsmackingly stupid imbecile refuse to allow mature adults to decide what games they can and can't play via an R18+ rating. Can the retards in South Australia, please please please vote this dumb cunt out of office already?

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Blogging, Wierd illnesses and Kings of Leon vs Oasis

Ah, yes... back again. Blogging once more.

I type even as some part of my soul shrivels and recoils in betrayal with a perfunctory internal protest of "In the name of GOD, What the FUCK are you doing??" as I allow myself to do this again. I mean, last time I actually really only gave it up because it was something an Emo ex was so heavily into... mind you, she was also the reason my first blog lasted more than 2 posts, so there you go...

I think what it really comes down to, when all's said and done is that I'm a loud-mouthed wanker. And as a result, I like to sound off about shit every now and then, even if no-one will ever really care for long enough to read the text that I no doubt wasted a half hour or so publishing to that thar interwebs. Having said that, I'm sure I'll no doubt piss someone off at some stage.

Between the description of this blog, and the warning that I've set it should be pretty fucking clear that if you are easily offended, you shouldn't be reading this blog. EVAR.

Now, that doesn't mean I absolve myself of all responsibility for what I say in a public forum. But what it does mean is that if I come out with some random comment such as "Malaysia is the global home of unbridled faggotry, and I can see why Singapore didn't want a bar of their bullshit", then chances are there's some underlying logic behind my making such a contentious statement. And if you're too offended to give a shit why I made that statement, and just want to rage, my response to you will pretty much always be this.

Furthermore, if you're wondering as to why I'm inclined to make such a statement, feel free to comment asking "Good sir, what is the underlying logic behind my making such a contentious statement?" as opposed to "Hai fuk u aussie, why u disrespek my country lah? - Signed, Ah-Beng Dickhead." If you leave a comment with the former, you may actually receive a thought-out and reasoned response. Not necessarily one you'll agree with, but if universal agreement is one of your lifelong hopes and dreams, I'm afraid you're pushing shit uphill. But at least your counterpoint will be listened to.

TL;DR - If you're easily offended, do yourself (if not me) a favour, and don't read this blog. Move the fuck on. :)

Having said that, this isn't 4Chan's /b/ or ED or any shit like that. By all means if you really want to slum it, fill your boots. I personally like to get a little unclean every now and then, but too much of anything is a bad thing.

So... Wierd Illnesses.

Really did think I had H1N1 as of about Monday. Had all the symptoms. And Maurice the neighbourhood's wild hog, was a bit sniffly. Then I found out a) my body core temp is about 4 degrees lower than it should be, so no real "fever" there, and b) the scourge of Maurice was no more since the local ranger took care of him (Well ok, that's bullshit, but so's the idea that an 11 year old in Florida shot a pig three times his fucking size). Anyway, yeah, not fun. Swine Flu's supposed to be mild isn't it?

Which reminds me.... Kings of Leon.

All their songs sound identical. They're the new Oasis. I swear to Christ if I actually possessed enough talent and hand-eye coordination to actually play a guitar, I'd be able to achieve what Tripod did and roll through every hit said band has had using the same chord progression.

Anyway I think I've made enough asinine outbursts for one day. Probably won't update regularly for several very good reasons, two of which being 1) Regular updates make this kinda thing a chore, and not a pleasure like it should be and 2) Like most people I need time between Blog posts to actually have interesting shit to talk about, since I'm as boring as a hobo fucking a hog which is three times the size of an 11 year old Florida boy.... actually, someone do Rule 34 on that shit, it could be interesting...