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Mon, Mar. 21st, 2005, 05:35 pm
Live Journal Blows like a Starving Rwandan

Please, check out my new blog "www.fathershark.blogspot.com". I found the design much cleaner and accessible than LiveJournal, and I welcome you to all check out my self indulgent rambling.

oh, and:

Dance the night away by karchan85
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What you Look like
The MusicThere No Music, You'r just Hyper
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Sun, Feb. 6th, 2005, 10:44 am
I'm a freakin' Idiot

q: Which one of you is about to knock back a job paying more money than he has ever seen up until this point because of a promise he made to himself to actually finish something for the first time in his life.

a: this guy



I've spent the weekend agonising over the decision, but I am completely loathe to leave CIT and my Web Design/Web Admin course. I've had a number of stabs at tertiary education, and have invariably dropped out because of my preoccupation with drinking or watching day time soaps.

While we could certainly use the money (living as a dual Centrelink income with a kid is not pretty), I'm going to be in exactly the same position as I was 8 months ago when I chucked full-time work to go and study, in that I'll be back in that painted corner without the skills or qualifications to empower myself to earn the big bucks I will require to support a naggin coke habit.

Rassum Grassum.

I've got to break the news to one of my best friends wives today, who did an unbelieveable amount of work to tee the job up for me - I feel like shit, but I want to be honest and upfront with her.

Wed, Feb. 2nd, 2005, 11:15 pm
My sexual profile?

Your Sexual Profile (you sexual deviant you...)
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Your Secret Kink ThingYou like dead people. A lot.
Your Sexual StrengthYou are amazing at oral sex!
Your Sexual WeaknessYou're scared of butt plugs.
Your Likely STDGenital Herpes
How Many Partners in Crime?Orgies count as many...SLUT!
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Wed, Feb. 2nd, 2005, 07:49 pm
Da Da Da Dad Dad Dad!!!

I've been strangely quite on the lj front, having nothing remotely interesting to say for the last week or so, until now.

My son Jasper just said Dad for the first time!!! He's 5 months 1 week old, and I have probably spent the last 3 months working on him, and that labour has now born fruit. I'm so absolutely jazzed about it. I'm now going to get started on having him learn to say "I'm a meat eater and I vote"!!.

The


In other news, I think my self imposted sorjourn from working might be coming to a close, there is a cushy govvy job that is down my IT alley which would allow me to continue to study on a PT basis and also use the skills I have learned thus far. After close to 8 months of being a pretty poor family, the thought of maybe eating out once a fortnight and being able to buy the occasional suprise for my wife and son gives me a massive buzz. Cask wine and perenially paying friends back is getting pretty fucking tired.

Thu, Jan. 27th, 2005, 04:42 pm
Would Anyone Want To Bang Me?

Would anyone want to bang you? by phobia
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Thu, Jan. 27th, 2005, 04:33 pm

Found out that I have just been awarded another scholarship at CIT for the current semester, and this really helps "ease the squeeze", meaning I can continue to drink myself to death at the Canberra Labour Club in Belconnen every Tuesday night rather than make fortnightly repayments against a student loan. I hope the people who decide such things took into account some of the success I had studying last year rather than just the fact we're typically scabby arse poor people.

As much as I found university a lot of fun, none of that satisfaction actually came from the world of academia, and instead from the fact that "Genuine 1983" prices were on display at both campus bars (University of Newcastle). Apart from not wishing to chuck more on the top of my existing HECS debt, I enjoy the fact that at CIT I'm actually followed up on work I may not have submitted, and have regular expectations by way of assignments and assessments that need to be met. That suits someone like me who has in the past had major self discipline problems.

I know it's meant a short term financial loss for Katrina, Jasper and I, but going back to tertiary study was possibly the best thing I ever did - I don't feel painted into a corner anymore, and in 12 months time will be able to do more vocationally than bend it over and be double teamed by a fucking bank and their docile customers (yes you, I mean you).

oh, and Ho Ho Ho. I now have a beard.

Sun, Jan. 23rd, 2005, 04:47 pm
Liver Jaundiced to the Eyeballs Suckaz

Am now coherent enough to post after the Friday night Say Something Sydney megameet (or mini-meet if you consider the people dropping out at the last minute - more fool you clowns!!!) which went until 3am and poignantly ended at McDonalds on George St opposite the cinemas. That particular McDonalds has a special place in my heart as I used to stuff cheeseburgers into the grand piano that used to live in the "restuarants" foyer (I wonder why it was taken away) and have slung many gherkins (not fucking pickles you Yankee dickheads) onto the ceiling celebrating the wee hours of New Years Day.

Last night had a Pasta/Buffy & Angel night at a friends place back in Canberra and I was remarkably strong in not having a single cigarette despite the abundance of red wine, probably having something to do with the fact I smoked an entire pack the previous evening.

After 2 weeks away from Canberra, it is very good to be home.

One a more sour note, this afternoon I need to go and visit my buddy Luke who is nastily possessed of Chrons disease and is in hospital at the moment because he's not in a good way. I loathe hospitals, and loathe seeing people I care about in them even more. I'd kind of hoped Jasper's birth would be the last time I'd need to visit one, but alas. Luke has not eaten anything in a week because he's been on a drip, and has asked me to smuggle him in a cheeseburger. Huzza!

Thu, Jan. 20th, 2005, 08:31 pm
Going Home

This is our last day in Mudgee, and the early enthusiasm for the country air and honest work ethic supposedly inherent in spending time on a farm has turned into sheer boredom and apathy. I want to get home, back to my Mod Cons and Creature Comforts.

Yesterday, I had to pick up a dead rooster from the chook cage which has expired in the 24 hours since I had last been up to the back of the paddock to feed the blighter. At the advice of my parents, who I called to report the death in the family, I buried the fucking thing in the compost heap, deep enough so that the family dogs didn't "unearth" the mangy decomposing caracass at some point in the future. I think when I did this I realised I will never have any aspiration to take over the family farm whatsoever.

Tomorrow night is the latest in a series of several Kater' meets that I've been on in Sydney, and we're going back to basics by rocking up to BBQ King in Goulburn St. Interestingly, last time we visited (1st Sydney meet) the proprietor of the place was actually being held captive, having been kidnapped by local Triad members. I expect unless I cause a disturbance in the restaurant (like I did 3 years ago by being threatened by Kirk Pengilly from INXS after insulting his doubtlessly bulimic girlfriend), we'll have a quieter evening.

Wed, Jan. 19th, 2005, 06:18 pm
Photoshopping Fun

My friend Simon is a very clever bastard - this is one of a slew of photoshops he's done, and this features both him and I (I'm the one with slightly more hair and the bandana). He took the raw picture of him peircing my ear again when I was very drunk at the christmas party Katrina and I held in December, and turned it into something much darker. Mad props Sime.



I may even find the time later tonight to write a "proper" post, seeing as I've come down from the cloud I was on when I wrote my last.

Edit Thurs 20/1/04 - unfortunately I didn't find any inspiration to write in the bottom of the bottle I was imbibing. Must try harder

Mon, Jan. 17th, 2005, 06:01 pm
Writing Writing

Hi kids - this is my token rambling and incoherent post for the month.

I am pretty mashed, after having had a fat little spliff, a vanilla milkshake, a glass of coke, and a couple of cigarettes. I have some triple sec on hand if I really want to mix things up, but I am settled for now.

I've written about a page and a half of material so far for the Raw Comedy competition, which couple with the stuff I wrote the Friday night before last and older stuff I have, I now have about 8 A4 pages of material. I'm going to cull the shit out of it when I have all of it together, I mean - I am feeling profoundly cerebral at the moment, and have realised that getting bad ideas out is just as productive as getting new ideas out on paper too. This leaves more rough diamonds floating around in one's head, no? It's going to be anxiety planet, but writing the material is such a large chunk I won't need to worry about as the date gets closer and I can just focus on the performance angle.

Nana Noonch!

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