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Weekend Exploits

In Uncategorized on April 24, 2007 at 10:56 pm

I went into Norwood on Friday. There’s a cafe there that I like to have breakfast at before going into the City. So I get off the bus on The Parade, and I happen to notice a middle-aged woman taking a girl’s picture. I, of course, don’t take much notice. Until the woman rushes up past me, turns around, and PHOTOGRAPHS ME!!! WTF?!? Why on Earth did she take a photo of me, without my permission, and more importantly, why did she scurry off after doing so? It was very odd, and weirded me out for much of the day.

After a very nice breakfast of black coffee and turkish bread (no link, sorry Kahn), I ducked into my favourite lolly shop (where I obtained lollies for my sweets reviews) and picked up some Polo mints, Warheads, Inch Licorice (the best licorice in the world) and a pack of cinnamon Tic Tacs. I then made my merry way off to the State Library, where I planned on writing an essay.

While writing the essay, I steadily made my way through the Tic Tacs. Being cinnamon, I expected a spicy tingle. But I wasn’t expecting anything like this. Halfway through the pack, I realised that my tongue was in horrible pain on a scale which I have never experienced; especially not from a small mint. I discovered that cinnamon burns.

That pretty much set the scene for the rest of the weekend. Without the use of my tastebuds, everything tasted like cardboard. Apart, of course, from strongly flavoured foods like Vegemite, Polo mints, and Warheads. Warheads taught me another lesson – don’t eat Warheads when your tongue is destroyed by cinnamon. It only makes it worse.

We went out for dinner on Saturday night to a place called Vintners. It’s in the Barossa Valley. The service was hilariously comical. When they gave us the menu, they only offered my brother a drink. No offer of wine or whatever to the other three occupants of the table. We eventually had to call them over, because not only had they not returned to offer us anything, they hadn’t brought my brother his drink. They took our orders, then offered my brother another drink. He said yes, because, as I said, his hadn’t arrived.

So the wine (and the long-awaited Coke) arrived. My beer didn’t. Hrm. We call a waiter over. Where was the beer? “Sorry, the Pale Ale’s not cold“. Riiight. It’s the most popular beer in SA, and you don’t have any cold Pale Ale? Brilliant work, there!

We waited for some incredible time for our entrees to arrive. We didn’t get any bread. The food was OK, but nothing incredible. I still couldn’t taste anything anyway. I wouldn’t have known what I was eating if it wasn’t plainly obvious that the things sitting in front of me were prawns. There was one thing I could taste, though. The little slivers of brown vegetable in the Asian salad? They weren’t onion. They were ginger. GINGER BURNS ALSO!!!

After another incredibly long wait, the main courses arrived. I’d ordered the red kangaroo curry. I was disappointed to see that ‘red’ meant the type of curry, not the tye of kangaroo. Some interesting little chips were sitting on top of the curry. They sorta looked like woodchips. I popped one in my mouth, to discover… OH CHRIST MORE GINGER!! My tongue was in serious pain by now. All I could taste was ginger, and its spiciness was causing great damage to my already burnt tastebuds. i carefully picked the ginger chips off the curry, and got to work on the kangaroo…

There was more ginger in the curry. Tiny little bits all through it, indistinguishable from the rest of the sauce, and stuck to the tender roo meat. I could barely eat it. 😦

Dessert was better (once it arrived, that is). I had plum cake with almond ice-cream. The sheer amount of almonds made it quite flavoursome. The coffee was OK too. Might I add, however, that despite the tastiness of the icecream, it was offset by the fact that NOBODY working there smiled. not once. It was weird.

Oh, and the bill included the beer that never arrived, and added an $11 corkage fee to the bottle of wine. Corkage fees only apply to BYO. Not when you buy a bottle of wine there. It’s like charging to open a can of Coke.

Sunday was a horrifically boring day at work. Nothing happened. And then I went home. Monday was exactly the same – just replace ‘work’ with ‘uni’. Today I stayed home to do some work instead of going to uni to do it. I probably shouldn’t have, but whatever.


In Uncategorized on April 17, 2007 at 11:19 pm

Knut is sick! Oh no!

Also, 25 fairy penguins died at Seaworld, and bees are disappearing all over the world! It’s a disaster!!!

The Throne

In Uncategorized on April 16, 2007 at 10:04 pm


I just found this image on Wikipedia. It’s the Monarch’s throne in Australia’s Senate. I’m quite surprised at just how ordinary it is. There’s nothing even differentiating it from anything else, except maybe a higher back.

I’m ashamed. They could have at least made the cushions a different colour!

(Sorry! For some reason the file didn’t want to attach. It has now!)


In Uncategorized on April 15, 2007 at 10:19 pm

Big Brother is starting NEXT WEEK!

7pm, Sunday night.

I’ll be watching. It’s gonna be awesome.

I Fail At Learning.

In Uncategorized on April 15, 2007 at 12:18 am

I could have got so much more work done this week. I had an essay due on Friday, the topic being ‘The US is a threat to peace and stability in internetional relations’. Of course, I argued against this statement, because I am sick of the continual America-bashing that everyone seems to be enjoying lately.

So I had the research done and printed by Sunday, giving me five days to write fifteen hundred words. Or maybe even four days to write, and then use Friday to clean it up. Well, Monday rolled around, and I didn’t do a single thing. I just wandered the Something Awful forums all day. I reasoned this incredible laziness with “If I write five hundred words on Tuesday, another five hundred on Wednesday, and the final five hundred on Thursday, I can then type everything up and finish the introduction and conclusion on Friday!”

So, Tuesday morning, I got up at a reasonable time (quarter past eight – the time that the sun punches my face through the curtain), had breakfast, and got to work. It was about one o’clock when I had the allotted four hundred and thirty three words finished for that particular section of the essay. They were duly typed up by two. I still had until five to continue on with the essay, and get ahead of my timeframe. But I didn’t! I got straight back onto Something Awful.

Wednesday! Today, I was going to rectify the previous afternoon’s wasted time. Agan, I got up early, had breakfast, and got to work. After a short detour to the internet. I got going on the second section, but I couldn’t take my mind off of the little flood of visitors I was getting thanks to the “kind” words of someone on Something Awful. So I went back to the internet for a bit. Then I had lunch. All up, Wednesday resulted in roughly two hundred words being written. The rest of the day involved more internet and Monty Python DVDs.

On Thursday, with one day to go until I had to hand the essay in, I went to Uni. But instead of actually going to Uni, I caught the bus into Norwood and had breakfast in a cafe, then hopped on another bus (the one to Norwood selfishly not waiting for me to finish my coffee and toast) to Adelaide. I went straight to the State Library, found a seat, watched window cleaners on a nearby building for a bit, then got writing. The time at that stage was ten o’clock AM. By one o’clock, the essay (sans introduction and conclusion) was finished. On Friday morning, I went to Uni, and had it handed up by midday.

After all that faffing around, I could easily have had the essay done by Wednesday at the very least. But I still insist on spreading the workload out so instead of beating the deadline, I only just make it. I berate myself for this every time, but then I go and do it again.

I fail at learning.

Wrong side of the Bed

In Uncategorized on April 9, 2007 at 2:25 pm

You know how people always explain crankiness with ‘you must have got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning’? Well, I thought that if getting out of the wrong side of the bed makes you cranky while awake, surely getting in the wrong side of the bed would make you cranky while asleep!

Well, it doesn’t work. Unless my getting in the wrong side of bed spawned three MASSIVE FUCK-OFF MOTHS that all decided to divebomb my face. But I don’t think that’s likely.

Getting in the wrong side of bed makes you cranky in your dreams – FALSE!

Hutchence = Bono

In Uncategorized on April 7, 2007 at 2:31 pm


I saw this pic of Michael Hutchence on news.com.au a few weeks ago. He looks just like Bono with a bad wig.

Thought I’d just point that out.

Sus Searching

In Uncategorized on April 1, 2007 at 8:02 pm

To the guy who reached my blog post on the redecoration of my room through the search term ‘changing rooms hidden camera’, I hope you enjoyed yourself.

You perverted freak.


In Uncategorized on April 1, 2007 at 7:38 pm

While at work Friday night, I was flipping through our latest catalogue when I found this:
All four seasons of Monty Python’s Flying Circus! Hurrah! I’ve been waiting for a local release of this for years, and then it just slips out without me noticing. Until I did.

So I rang the Music & DVD department to see if we had any copies left (It’s on sale, and I thought there might have been a rush for it). Turned out that we only had one copy that had been a customer order, but they’d cancelled. So I snapped it right up. I was not letting this slip by me. Oh no!

Oh no indeed. As it was on sale, and I got store discount, it ended up costing me about $90. I thought that was reasonable, but the parents didn’t. Not their money. Why should they care? (I think they’re just jealous that I got it and they didn’t. Hmph.)

I’ve also purchased Tones Of Town by Field Music, and Silverchair’s new album Young Modern. But I’ll get around to talking about them over in GoonTUNES.

We went to see Ross Noble last night. He was excellent. I’d recommend you go see it if it weren’t his last night and you weren’t so likely to not be in Adelaide. If you’re in Melbourne, go see him. I think he’s going there. Anyway, he was seriously good, absolutely crazy and funny and awesome, and well worth whatever price we paid to see him.