The ramblings of the spikey haired one

Things are not quite as crazy now as they have been. I have my own place, I'm turning up to work. As expected, although I know lots of stuff, I don't actually know any of the stuff I need to be practical or productive. I am working on that at the moment, much Access and databasy stuff.

I do not however have my own computer, much as it bewails me to admit it. This however does provide me with the opportunity to flex my corporate muscles and find out what it is like to salary sacrifice something. "Salary Sacrifice" To me it sounds like something a sufficiently high level thief can do as a special move in final fantasy.

I have experienced my first night in Brisbane that was too cold to bear with merely a sheet and a faux mink fur blanket. Unfortunately shops are closed tonight, which should have similar weather. Fortunately someone I live with is lending me spare blankets. (I feel decidedly un-yuppie) Tomorrow is the shopping spree. I had a dilemma, what kind of bedding should I spring for?

Sleeping bag - The ultimate in cost effectiveness, it would always be useful to me (as I do not have one yet)

Blankets - still very cost effective, one can always apply more blankets

or the Doona - Doonas rule. I have been known as "Doona-Boy" however there is an awesome queen size doona waiting to be sent up to me, as soon as I have a bed big enough to support it... the ultimate in luxury.

As I haven't been paid yet I was slightly unsure of which manchester choice to make... I, who generally shy away from making unnecessary decisions asked someone for whom the decision was easy. Doona it is.

I now have a pleasant surprise. When I was not expecting much company, someone from Melbourne is coming to visit me. Mystery and fun abounds. Is it you!!! Is it someone you know!!! Do you know nothing and want to know everything!!!

If so please deposit $5 in the assigned PayPal donation link and prepare to be astounded by the mystery and sordidness of it all!!! MUHAHHAHAHHAHA

The truly dastardly thing is, I don't have a PayPal thingy, or any kind of monetary donation system set up at all!!!

"Feints within feints within feints, seemingly without end" - Frank Herbert, Dune

Otherwise I have been avidly going out and drinking as much local stuff as possible, meeting as many interesting locales and peoples from afar. I went to Supernova and bumped into Melbournians... "...there's no place like home, there's now place like home..." - someone, some movie. some of whom I knew, some of whom I didn't.

The locales here are very laid back and helpful and nice. I met a dark lacy goth girl, some pool sharking people who invited me into a mixed netball team, only to be kicked out of the team (them, not me, I didn't get a chance to accept the invitation as it were) and for no particular reason I keep bumping into Japanese exchange students who are impressed by the remarkably small amount of Japanese I know, not to mention protoss playing Koreans (I bait them with zergling jokes).

My pool playing is getting better and more erratic, I can play well enough to beat someone who is good at one game now. However, that appears to be my limit for a given night and then I play approximately, not dissimilar to a drunken 3 legged dyslexic donkey with an inner ear imbalance and bad depth perception. Possibly alcohol may have been responsible for some of those characteristics, or pretty girls flouncing around distracting me.... erm, not me, I mean the theoretical donkey - yeah, that's right.

I may have also told some locales I won the cos-play at supernova, this did not in fact occur. It was however very amusing. It was also very suprising to see people I knew on stage. I did get my hair done for free at supernova, I had a moehawk made, with fiberglass gel, I was blown from one end of supernova to another with my makeshift sail. Damn new hair product promotions, damn them to hell. There was however one girl whose hair was made into a pillar from which sprang leaves of hair, somewhat similar to a kangaroo paw (the flower, not the animal part), this particular hair feature towered a meter above the poor, but pretty girl, who did seem to on the cusp between extreme shock and exuberance. On the train back I slipped and fell forward and almost cut someone up quite badly with my spikes.

Anzac day. Had a beer for the diggers. Nothing interesting happened.

I'm thinking of adding pictures to this thing.... that does mean I will have to start taking photos... give me some feedback.