So after drinking myself into Oblivion™ at the Christmas party on Friday (see note 1) I haven't been able to think about alcohol without that great chap Mr. Liversteen going into cardiac arrest. After todays 35+ degree day though, which included about twice as much work at the office as humanly possible along with a lightning hour round of yard work when I got home, I could feel the ice cold beer calling me. I wanted it inside me. Sooo inside me.
Which was then postponed with a trip to the Christmas/Break up BBQ/Music time for the religious music group my son goes to. They are Church of Christ or some shit, I dunno. All I know is that they do full submersion so apparently my child is a piece of shit in some of their eyes since he is a dirty fucking Uniting creature. Again, I dunno. Hard to make sense out of a few of the fruitloops there for a variety of reasons (see note 2). Thankfully most of the people at the music group aren't like that, they just like God and stuff. So that is cool. They also had cool Mario Bros. gold stars up on the wall in the (basketball) arena, which was a huge plus for me. Anyway they obviously didn't serve alcohol on premises. That made me sad.
But then I got to leave! After cooking the BBQ and setting up all the play equipment and cleaning the BBQ and packing up all the play equipment. Like always. It is a curse. No matter what I event I go to I end up involved in the process even if I try and stay on the exact opposite side of the event. I think it is because I am tall and have a beard.
Oh and when I got to leave! The joy of beer! How sweet it is to be a man with a beer.
Not sure why (aside from fucking Bernbaum triggering it) but VB really fucking hits the spot this summer. Carlton Draught was always the tap beer around Geelong, VB back home in the country. Carlton always goes down easier and you can drink it all night and forget it is alcoholic until you are vomiting and it tastes like dirty dishwater mixed with meat pies. VB just has that crispness that fills your Q zone with pure beer goodness.
Anyway that is the tale of my night. Thank you for listening.
Note 1: Was held on the Friday afternoon, at the end of the week of my holidays. In which I did fucking nothing. Until Friday morning of course! Did all the handyman stuff around the house I was always putting off as well as carting off 3 trailers loads of bullshit that was accumulated in the shed. Arrived at the Christmas party held
at my managers new house that he just bought feeling like a parched man in need of beverage support stat. Smashed down 5 beers and 5 ciders between 4pm and 6pm.
He was nice enough to buy a bottle of Chivas as I had referred to it in the past.
Manager - "Now Rep (Editor's Note - this is not my real name), you better not leave without having some of this damn fine scotch I bought specially for you"
Me - "Well how can I say no!"
<Slide missing>
Me - "Why am I on the couch at home? Why is it morning. Ah. Of course. Hello Mr. Bile my old friend."
Apparently the bottle was polished off. Along with a bottle of Jack. And some Tequila oddly enough. He walked me home at 3am, party was meant to end at 8pm.
Spent Saturday and Sunday in bed mostly. No vomit. Just inability for my body to function beyond slight breathing capabilities. I imagine waking up from The Matrix for the first time has a similar sensation.
Called up to apologise (i.e. make sure I still had a job) on Sunday night and it turns out he had a great time and was glad someone stayed around to drink all the grog with them. I was chatty but a gentleman apparently. Which is not usually how my drinking blackouts go so I chalk it up to maturing as a human being.
Note 2: The Church/Community Centre is right in the middle of what people refer to as the "golden mile". I expect it would be considered the Projects elsewhere. Most public housing in the south west is well spreadout to avoid creating community based cultural problems but in this "area" of town it is basically all public housing. You get some.... interesting people come through. Thankfully the murderers/rapists/violent offenders get separated around the place. Mainly just long term public housing people end up in the area, means they are less likely to attack each other as they already have settled down into their routines.
I shall now attempt to push everyone away from Chrome.
Springsteen is overrated American tripe.
The fuck?
Fucking everyone going by the rate rise letter I just got for January. Like, 10+% across the board.
I THOUGHT IT WAS CHEAPER FOR THEM TO GET NOW FFS?
WHERE MY TRANSPARENCY AT FFS?
I do wonder what local publishers will think of that.
Publishers or distributors? I'm sure distributors are shitting their pants about more companies cutting them out as the middle man as Australian's are turned onto the low low prices. Publishers would be like, "
".
So, I ended up grabbing a PS Vita today. I picked up the AC: Liberation+4 GB memory card bundle. Does anyone have any idea where I can get a reasonably cheap 16/32 GB memory card? 4 GB of memory isn't enough at all.
$95 for a 32GB card at OzGameShop
I'm currently listening to Wave 103 from GTA Vice City
01. Frankie Goes to Hollywood - Two Tribes
02. Sigue Sigue Sputnik - Love Missile F1-11
03. Gary Numan - Cars
04. The Human League - (Keep Feeling) Fascination
05. Blondie - Atomic
06. Nena - 99 Luftballons
07. Kim Wilde - Kids in America
08. Tears for Fears - Pale Shelter
09. Corey Hart - Sunglasses At Night
10. ABC - Poison Arrow
11. A Flock of Seagulls - I Ran (So Far Away)
12. The Psychedelic Furs - Love My Way
13. Animotion - Obsession
14. Spandau Ballet - Gold
15. Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive!
16. Romeo Void - Never Say Never
Solid gold
GTA3/VC/SA all had GODTIER soundtracks. Totally made just driving around, fucking about, worthwhile.
Best comment Ive seen so far on the Wii Mini:
lol component
When you can buy a fully fledged Wii (can't fucking believe I would ever say that about the Wii!) here for $50 and they charge $100 in maple leaf dollars for the WiiNshitInYourFace it becomes evident how much Nintendo just don't fucking care. I would expect that to be pushed in Mexico or Pakistan. For $30.
I was drinking legally when Self Esteem came out. And 22 when What's My Age came out. Fuck.
