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it’ll grow back

Feeling a bit heat-addled — here at HQ it’s 29&#176 C (or approx. 83&#176 F) and 50% humidity. That doesn’t sound too bad but it didn’t get much lower all last night.

I got a little weather gaugey thing for christmas — which for the most part was nice. Over three days I only felt the intense desire to kill Evil Brother once. Which is, like, some kind of record for me.

My frayvrite present is a calendar with pictures from the olden days from parts local — deans marsh and bambra which, from here, are towards the Otway forests.

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Mountjoys family wedding photograph at ‘yan yan gurt’ – approximately 1896

Click on ‘more yes please!’ for some minor gurglings about the Return of the King movie.’, ‘It’s been strange how this thing has stretched itself out over two full years. Two years ago myself and former girlfriend were prepping for a driving hol. through S.A. — that feels like ancient history, but the style of the Lord of the Rings movies hasn’t changed a smidgeon.

And that’s fine by me — now at least. After the firts one i remember thinking why the hell couldn’t they put some jokes in there. But it’s just not the jokey kind of thing, and it’s core is firmly based in the celtic mythology style where men are masculine, women feminie, evil things are black and there ain’t no such thing as “afirmative action”.

I wished I hadn’t watched the ‘the making of’ rubbish from the Two Towers dvd. I ended up thinking things like “I wonder if shoots from all three movies were arranged with any chronology or if the whole thing was dictated by construction of sets, weather, actors’ timetables …?

I wasn’t able to lose myself in it, and ended up a little envious of the kids sitting to my right, who clearly were able to. (Actually they were also a bit annoying because they kept talking and yelling out excitedly.)

Again, with things that really mattered, Jackson really hit the nail on the head with how things should look visually – like Minas Tirith – looked very impressive and close enough to how I envisioned it that the filmic visual happily melded (and overtook) how I saw it.

A small thing that occurred afterward was the almost complete absence of yankee actors from the main line up. The end result was a new style of ‘international accent’.

All up the trilogy is a pretty damn major achievement for Jackson and all involved.

YS @ 11:44 am, December 30, 2003

in dreams, but not like roy’s

Last night I bumped into Damon Albarn from blur at a petrol station.

‘Oh hey my sister’s a really big fan of yours’ i say but he’s got this expression on his face like he’s really unimpressed.

I try again, ‘I got “There’s no other way” on 45 [making a small circular motion with one finger] back in ‘90’. I’m not completely sure what year it was.

The same expression.

I follow after him a little, and realise that I’m trying to cheer him up, and say something like, ‘people shouldn’t expect you to produce something major every year’.

But I think they did actually relase an album this year — I don’t know — I don’t keep up with that pop shite anymore. nemore.

Some links to prime cuts at this excitement machine entry. Particularly the little North Korean kid, Mo Kin, playing the xylophone is out of this world. Definitely worth the 3.3Mb d/load to see.

YS @ 10:43 pm, December 23, 2003

trample-me Elmo

Well sure I think the chrissy-card thing can be odd, but I did make and send some. I got some printing credits from camerahaus when I bought the kamera and used them to get fotos printed and glued them on cardboard which promptly warped.
So merry christmas to people who sent me a card but not a return address. I lost the email addresses of everyone I know about a month ago.

From all of us here at Spouting. to all of you out there reading Spouting, I hope your christmas is as gay as this picture:
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I was at the op-shop acquiring some christmaspresent materials and came across this book, ‘Bible Firsts’ from the tiny-tots library. Sorry if this offends any christians out there. I’m just looking at it from the perspective of it -the book- as an artefact.
See this is what people who came after the fall (basically everyone) is missing out on. If I was to get nekkid and walk up behind a lion and put my hand on its back, let me tell ya it wouldn’t be a pretty scene. Thanks very bloody much adam and eve.
Interestingly, adam isn’t mentioned at all when it comes to “the first Wrong Deed”. That’s 1953 for you. I hope to bring some more of its illustrations to the site here in the future.

I also picked up a super-special copy of Mad Magazine from 1997. I haven’t looked at Mad for donkeys, and it was rather enlightening, because I used to get it all the time when I was a wee lad. It was like putting another small bit of the jigsaw in place because I can see that i got a fair amount of my social conscience from it, weird as it sounds.

From Diversionz, this X-treme shopping article is a corker. Bring on the insanity and chaos.

YS @ 4:39 pm, December 22, 2003

whoah, nice cumulonimbus!

I was just having a look at the photo gallery page of the brisbane storm chasers’ site.
I normally walk when I’m heading into the middle of town, but a couple of times lately I’ve been riding the a.o.g.g. kruzor. I went in to OfficeWerks to get something and was using the bike lock, locking it to a power-pole. It’s one of those wire coily locks and I didn’t keep ahold of one end while I stretched the other end around the pole. It was gripping around a wheel, but obviously not enough because it let go and whipped around the pole, smacking someone\’s Honda right in the headlight. Thankfully it must\’ve been made of some supa-tuff plastic because it didn’t leave a mark even. Lucky.’, ‘The ‘more’ link generally deters mother.
I’m making t-shirts for the famblee. The problem with trying something new in conjunction with the making of presents is that there’s a fair chance things will screw up or look a bit wonky.
However, making stuff brings with it the weight of the “it’s the thought that counts” statement and only a fool attempts to argue against that one.
I’m experimenting on me first. First boo-boo — how was I supposed to know it’d come out back-to-front?? And the second is that some paper got stuck on it.
At least I didn’t start a fire.

YS @ 6:01 pm, December 21, 2003

I roll

Erm, there’s a space invaders game in the bloodyvolvodriver website. Go RearView -> 70s -> classic game.

They stretch it a bit by claiming that safety was an integral part of the whole plan in the early periods — safety in the 1930s amounted to ‘now with added brakes’.

My final thought to the whole camapign is that there’s no such thing as the blody volvo driver anymore. Bad drivers have spread across many brands due to the general level of safetey in design increasing. For all intents and purposes your ‘there’s more to like about a kia’ is just as safe as a volvo, what with air-bags n’ such. When you’re out on the highway and in that short moment before coming down with a case of acute semi-trailer poisoning, it doesn’t really matter what you’re in. Despite what the TAC would like us to think.
Volvo’s heyday was the mid-late 70s when the bloodyvolvodriver was establishing and growing. The car had a distinct shape, safety was an issue and they had a genuine jump on the rest in the area.

While I’m talking ads, the Telstra bigpond broadband ads bug me. I mean the one that had ned kelly and others jumping up out of the ocean. Briefly a tv commercial – but seems to be more prevalent as a billboard.
A layer or two down, what the ad says is that web sites on Ned kelly (and other australian things relevant to a kid doing homework) are located on web-servers overseas. Why is this? Because Telstra is like the fat kid in the little wader pool and it’s keeping the water level (prices) high — and so running a web-server here stays an uncompetitve proposition.

Ah, I’m unusually tired today … thus the ridiculous analogies.

YS @ 10:53 pm, December 20, 2003

get your snack on

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pirate courtesy of.

Thanks Snackulator!

How I’m getting my kicks today: Riding bike to shops and walking around shops with stak-hat still on.

Plans for the future: Building a house out of the little plastic clippy things on bread and the circular prickly things on milk bottle lids — held together with plastic coated wire tie-snips.

YS @ 4:36 pm, December 19, 2003

poly-planar

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Jennifer chose a rug, $96.99 for something. “I wonder if it’s pure wool?” Glenn chose boardshorts $8.99 and backpack $9.99 for his son. “I don’t want to over-indulge the children, they grow up thinking life is full of Santa Clauses.”

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“Dear yak, I heard a hideous story in the school yard that Santa weren’t real.
Is Santa Claus real?”
– “Dear Natashlie, life is full of Santa Clauses.”

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In a very weird house a cat spewed and it had hair in it. It was very yucky spew. So the man went to clean it up. “Oh Milly”, he mumbled. And while he was cleaning the spew, he got it on himself. He started to grow hair. So he quickly went to go and have a shower. Meanwhile, at the zoo, there was a missing ape. Then on their beeper, the zoo-keepers saw the hairy man and they thought it was the ape. They got a cage and took him to the zoo.

Once upon a time there was a boy named Mike. He was bad. He put mouse poo in the bottle. His dad went to wash his hair and his hair fell off. He ate cheese. Then he grew more hair. It was beautiful.

YS @ 2:38 pm, December 18, 2003

xmas acid

Paper Rock Scissors Championships which I saw a link of at the highly industrious Diversionz — infact you’d be doing yourself a favour by cutting out the middleman and just visiting him instead of here.
The complexity of the P.R.S. results defeat me, so I can’t say exactly what won, paper rock or scissors but I have a hunch it was rock.

If I ever end up in a situation where I’ve made my own people then you can bet your socks that when it comes to this part of the year and cards are sent here and there through the mail ——each person within the sox clan will be signing their own name in each of those cards.
Every year I’m perplexed by the combination of effort and half-heartedness involved in this wacky little traditon or bouncing cardboard through the national mail service.

Then there’s the actual cards. Mass produced little things with pictures of snow on them. At this point I’d like to inform the international readers that during the last two days it’s been 37degrees Celcius Plus! here.
Sandra is sitting at the kitchen table sweating her arse off, writing, “Dear Gemima and Scotty, hope you and the kids are well, happy crismas, luv Sandra, Billy and Bobby-Jo” on a card with snow on it and probably jesus too and nobody’s been to church since forever.

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Giving elephants paint brushes — another fucking triumph in human wisdom.
Some advice to you, dear reader, don’t accept the gift of a painting done by any mammal that can’t write its own name.

And another thing – you kids out there: Shopping trolleys are for putting groceries in – not lairising about with.

YS @ 10:23 pm, December 17, 2003

like a motorcycle devil in the rain

For once in ages I really lucked out with the CDs I borrowed from the Library: the soundtrack to Blue Velvet and the Pink Floyd album – The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.

The first – is scored by Angelo Badalamenti who is rapidly going from ‘who?’ to ‘muchly respected’ in my book. He did the soundtrack to Twin Peaks also and I’m finding that he’s something of an influence on Amon Tobin too.
Pink Floyd is reminding me of my teenage hoodlum days, which is fun. Lucifer Sam and Interstellar Overdrive are killa riffs and the bike song is good because I like bikes.

Although I wish they could make a frikkin’ stak-hat that’d keep the sun off my face.

Santa through the ages is mildly interesting. I like this one where he’s riding a goat, holding a jumbo bowl of noodles and with a bird’s nest on his head — dude must be respected.

It just ended tonight but I’ve really liked watching this doco series ‘Martin Scorsese: My Voyage to Italy’ that’s been on SBS. In an odd way, the way he goes about talking about the films reminds me of that art-lovin’ nun, sister Wendy. It’s nice to hear someone talking in the “appreciation” style rather than the fast-fiction “3 and a half Stars (out of 5)” critic/consumer way.
A doco series/movie worth checking out if it comes around again. 4 stars!

Santa Claus Now in 4 New Flavours!

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Blue Heaven, SunShine-SuckFace, Grape and psychoTropic!

YS @ 9:57 pm, December 16, 2003

some interesting Entwicklungs

Last week I got me a paper round delivering one of the local free community papers. I doesn’t pay a lot but i don’t care too much about that at the moment. I use an old-school pram to delver them in. The suspension on it is insanely great.
I don’t understand those yuppy 3-wheeled pusher things. You’d think they’d have learnt from one hundred years of automotive lessons that: 3 points of contact = tends to fall over, four points = better.
Actually, I’ve seen lumpin with the 3-wheelers now, and I bet the yupppies are bitter about that. They are waiting for something new to purchase and set themselves apart with.

I deliver to the local drag of shops. I walk up and down there all the time but i never realised there were so many shops, so much junk. All this home decoration stuff … I don’t know .. it’s just not the kind of thing I’d buy in a million years.
I was a little concerned that all there people would turn their nose up and not take the paper, but they were all quite obliging, and in 95% of cases, cheery about it.

A few nights ago I had a dream where Madonna gave me a sheet of paper that had answers to exam questions on it, which isn’t much help considering the exams were over a month a go.
Golly Christmas is creeping up really sleazy-like.
I applied for an editing job today too. I hadn’t looked at or adjusted a resume in years. I really dislike the whole resume thing. The kind of thing where I’m tempted to push it way out — like writing it in screenplay format, or putting it on video.
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I had a little go of the SUSE 9.0 live evaluation. It’s like one of those Linux on a CD dealies. Despite having mentioned the whole ‘linux on a CD’ approach before, this was the first time I’d tried a version of it. And of course, because the whole thing is running out of the CD drive, it’s a bit slower than normal.
But there were these minute but impressive differences between Suse and every other version of every other distro I’ve tried (including SuSE 7.0) — refinements in the installation that could mean the difference between the new user throwing a lamp-stand through the front of the monitor, and not throwing it. A lampstand.
– it picked which port the modem was located at. Never happened before, I’ve always had to set it manually. As I said, a small thing but it’s progress. – the soundcard worked straight up. Even with this version of Mandrake I’m using now I had to flick the master volume off and on once for it to work. – Getting really confident, I plugged the camera into its USB cord, turned it on and started the camera app. ( I forget which one it uses right now — Kfoto(?))
It recognised what model the camera was and uploaded the picture without any trouble. That’s very impressive.

The full version still seems kind of exxy, but then – that extra money is going to pay the nerds whe worked on refining the hardware detection capabilities to that level beyond where the money-free versions are at.
Also, for people who have fat and unlimited bandwidth options available, 9.0 it available for free install-via-ftp.

YS @ 10:48 pm, December 15, 2003

I don’t know why – I call him Gerald

In 2007 Echinecea will be eaten out of existence the same way the brontosaurus was.

Everyone can see how the wheels turns, but the trick is figuring out the length of one full revolution — is MC Hammer ‘can’t touch this’ cool yet???

I walked past a private retirement home up the gentrified end of the nearby main drag — old men sat in the shade of the verandah with light blankets wrapped around their legs. One of them was playing a harmonica open-handed style — bob dylan style.

There’s no other time of year as distinctive as summer. Everything vibrates and eminates. There’s been this metamorphosis happening in me over the last 6 years and now I’m a sensory junky. Giving up smoking and regaining smell and taste was like dotting the is and crossing the ts.
The smell pines give off remind me of two years ago and 15 years ago. I smell other tree smells that I can’t pin down, but which remind me of the start of grade six and maybe grade two. Summer and a new year often meant starting at a new school in a new place with new smells.

There aren’t anywhere near as many cicadas around here as there are further north, but I love it when they get going and turn the volume up to eleven and drown out the traffic noise.

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If there was a halfway decent video store in this town I’d go grab Devil’s Playground for a look, but as it stands I can’t even get hold of eraserhead.

Speaking of David Lynch, there was this a couple of days ago. They’re definitely on the right track. I read of a similar thing somewhere in the Amazon there’s this healer guy who can somehow reach right into people and rip tumas straight out without needing conventional surgery. There was a hall where adepts would meditate in shifts so there was always a certain level of ‘vibe’ flowing around the place.

YS @ 8:44 pm, December 14, 2003
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