Monthly Archive for November, 2008

I’m Leaving on a Jet Plane… I Know When I’ll be Back Again

Dear Blog,

I’m at the air­port wait­ing to jump on the plane to Syd­ney. I’m going to be at Word­Camp this week­end inter­view­ing Word­Press peo­ple and blog­gers all over about our this incred­i­ble blog­ging plat­form that has made cre­at­ing and main­tain­ing web­sites acces­si­ble to the com­mon man (and woman).

Behind me are Peo­ple talk­ing in Viet­namese. An Indian cou­ple in front hug­ging and mak­ing strange chirp­ing noises. A mother chases her son who is deter­mined to run away from her. A toy plane des­tined to fly in end­less cir­cles makes a buzzing noise; sus­pended in midair by a poly­ester string. Why am I writ­ing like this? I don’t know. Quite pos­si­bly the excit­ment of my end-of-year law school exam­i­na­tions have caused me tem­po­rary loopiness.

I’ve earned the nick­name of “ser­ial exam goer” at work. I only had two exams this semes­ter you see, but I’ve been to the exam­i­na­tion room four times. I tell every­one that it is inten­tional but the silly truth is that I mixed up my exam dates. Twice. Thank God I had mis­taken them as ear­lier dates. It was a wel­come relief to dis­cover each time, how­ever, that I had extra study days.

The father and uncle behind me is giv­ing life advice to his daugh­ter. It’s strange to hear the same encour­age­ment another father gives to his daugh­ter. It sounds famil­iar. Except this father is a bit all over the shop. And a bit more gen­tle than mine own who slapped me out of the notion of becom­ing a dol­phin trainer. (Metaphorically.)

Today I for­got that I had a plane flight to Syd­ney. After I fin­ished my exam, I walked out jam­ming to some funky tunes before rac­ing home to pack. I packed in five min­utes. It was a world record. All my friends are jet set­ting all over the world. Are we begin­ning the lifestyle that we all promised we would have to each other?

I’m excited about fin­ish­ing my final exam at law school. I can’t wait to get stuck into my own projects and catch­ing up with life again. Camp­ing one­self inside a room study­ing non-stop does strange things to peo­ple I noticed.

I’m excited about this movie. I start this week but I’m away in Syd­ney so mine begin next week. I can’t wait to have my onscreen death. That’s super. Super duper.

Sign­ing off,

Brain-confuzzled, free and totally groovin’ to the sweet, sweet sounds of feel-good tunes.

P.S. Why is it hail­ing and storm­ing in Mel­bourne? It is spring.

I Had a Premature Heart Attack

exam tomorrow I Had a Premature Heart Attack

If any­body asks, I know­ingly and with com­plete inten­tion, con­vince myself that my Insol­vency Law exam was today. I walked up to the timetable at the exam venue to search for my seat num­ber… couldn’t find it… thought, “What the fudge­mon­key,” and promptly had a pre­ma­ture heart attack before my time.

Turns out my exam is tomor­row. That’s twice I’ve done that this semes­ter. At least I get an extra study day. What did Mered­ith Grey from Grey’s Anatomy say again? “Why do I keep hit­ting myself on the head with a ham­mer? Because it feels sooooo good when I stop.”

WordCast 37: Nigerian Indians

We tried, peo­ple of the world. We tried to be polit­i­cally cor­rect, but it’s just not hap­pen­ing. Of course, we’ve got your fix of the lat­est and great­est news this week, from non­sen­si­cal num­ber­ing to pos­si­ble spam tools, but we’re also kick­ing off a bunch of new seg­ments that we just know you’ll love. It’s all com­ing up this week on Word­Cast! Don’t miss it.

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WordCast 36: Matt Mullenweg, Proud Papa

This week’s Word­Cast has it all: beta ver­sions of Word­Press (and eas­ily upgrad­ing to them); plu­g­ins that dis­crim­i­nate against your vis­i­tors; and even themes that make a gam­ing site look sex­ier than Kym’s new song (it’s fil­tered, don’t worry).

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A Better Day

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What do you do When Your Favourite Pair of Jeans are Ruined?

img 0248 What do you do When Your Favourite Pair of Jeans are Ruined?

Not funny guys. Who did this!! For real.

Nat @ 24 November 2008

Nat: Have you ever read Machiavelli’s The Prince?
Me: Nope. Always been mean­ing to. Also “The Wart of War”.
Nat: LOL. The WART of war.

Nat — Life coach.

I is in my Blankettes… Hiding From Exams

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A few hours later and I’m still hid­ing. God damn.

On the Set of Racist

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So I’m sit­ting on the set piano play­ing a few tunes whilst the direc­tor is think­ing to him­self, “Damn… Kym looks like he’s com­ing down with some­thing. He’s look­ing a lit­tle pale…”

Lit­tle did he know… I had just come out of hair and makeup and was sup­pose to look dis­eased. I was dun dun dunnnnnnn… SARS BOY!

Just a lit­tle scene I did for a short film. I’ve always wanted an on screen death and my dream was ful­filled when in a moment of absolute sarsi­ness, I turned to the cam­era, blood­ied with fake blood mixed with BBQ sauce, opened my mouth, gushed tor­rents of scream curl­ing blood, and died in a aes­thet­i­cally pleas­ing man­ner. The blood tasted good though.

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Heaven Studio Shots

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So here I am rein­ter­pret­ing a Bryan Adam’s song called Heaven. Going by my past his­tory, I’m pretty sure that I will be butcher­ing this song to Mt. Bug­gery and that I’ll be hear­ing screams of protest from clas­sic rock fans and fans of Mr. Brian Adams. (Does the inter­pre­ta­tion of Time Of Your Life spring to mind?)

Before you all come at me with iron pitch­forks hop­ing to cause my demise at the hands of tet­nus — bear in mind that I learned this song as I was singing it. (Shame­ful I know… how could I have not known about this killer song earlier!)

Ah well; what the hey. Here’s to all those peeps out there who don’t mind hav­ing a few of their brain cells com­mit­ting sui­cide. Here’s also a few more pho­tos of my man-crush Craig. (Just kid­ding; but he rocks my socks anyway.)

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