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This is a little story started by me many many moons ago when something strange happened to the OzChat Posting Board. All of the the posts disappeared for some bizzare reason, so while the board was totally void of posts, I decided to have a bit of fun. While I wrote most of it, there were a couple of additions by Tank and Digger which helped keep the story moving, so some credit goes to them. In the end, we just sort of got a bit sick of it, so thats why theres no real ending. Check it out in the Output section. |
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| Posted by a very ambivalent MadDog
on Monday July 23, 2001 at 5:48 PM - 0 comments |
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JOTA!!!!As much as I was hoping Ben would win, I was almost certain that Blair would be the winner of Big Brother, but hey, I didn't pick Sara Marie to be the one evicted on Sunday night either. Wow, surprises all round. A huge congratulations to Ben. You're the original grouse Aussie bloke and I don't think the prize could of went to anyone more deserving. You were yourself the whole time, and that just shows what a great bloke you are. All the best. |
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| Posted by a very envious MadDog
on Tuesday July 17, 2001 at 2:05 PM - 0 comments |
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Like you really needed any more proof, but it's been a while since I last updated the news on here, so I thought, what the hey. Back when Braden was working with me at McMedia he often had to make a trip to go out to the site of one of our points-of-presence to fix some techy-type-doohickie-whatsits (its a technical term, you wouldn't know it... don't feel too bad...), and sometimes that would mean getting up early in the morning to leave. One morning I came in to work to find the following message in a Notepad window.
G'day Michael,
just thought I'd send you a big message before I pop off to work today. Cause ya know what, its 6:30 in the morning right now.. look... I'm looking at my watch at it says 6:30... see, if you look at yours right now you'd see I'm not lying, but of course, you will be asleep, because you're not as tough as some people around here. As im here by myself for the moment, and you will be the only person getting this message, I am going to say something that has been taxing me for years and years now. I am going to admit my undying love for cheese wiz... Do you realise how hard that was, I bet you don't, but I totally understand your feelings on the subject, but don't tell Kylie, cause she will think you are weird, and we don't want anyone thinking you're weird, cause people like Kylie might already have some thoughts on that issue, if you know what I mean. But she is kinda weird too, but in a good way, if you know what I mean.. psst psst.. hehehe.. don't tell her that bit, cause she might want to smack you in the chops, but if you decided that the
earth was green on the outside, while the middle of the apple core was somewhat placid in the inside, they cry when they all die blonde, if the actual shape of the undecided object that was round around the outside, but quite frilly without the cake of joobunga, if you know what I mean. *taps side of nose with a knowing smile* Yes.... I know that you're thinking about how delicious a big fat meaty bonafide grande taco burger would taste right now, but if you're like me, you will go for the side of a small sheep, with wool of course, but with out woolworths.... hahaha I knew you'd get the joke.. awww you're so good that way, cause you know how berzerker a large apple-o-rama is.... hehehehe.. interesting revalations...
outta here..
enjoy your day without my input... I know you will miss me grundy mudda.. :-) 'Nuff said. |
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| Posted by a very confuzzled MadDog
on Monday July 16, 2001 at 10:02 AM - 0 comments |
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Most of you already know this, but so far I've met two of the Big Brother evictees, namely Todd and Lisa. I've had these photos for a few weeks now, and I thought it was about time to share them with the world before I get too far behind in updating this page. Check them out in the Output section. |
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A philosophy professor in Washington stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2 centimetres in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. "Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognise that this is your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health, and your children - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical check-ups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal. "Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." But then ... An Australian student then took the jar which the other students and the professor agreed was full, and proceeded to pour in a glass of beer. Of course, the beer filled the remaining spaces within the jar making the jar truly full. Which proves: that no matter how full your life is, there is always room for a beer. Thanks to 1959 for that one. |
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I haven't remembered a dream in ages (at least not one worth putting on this site) so when I woke up this morning I made sure that I kept the image of last nights dream fresh in my mind. I've also added an older dream that I forgot to actually publish. Check out the Dreams page. |
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As well as the OzChat Posting Board, one of the other forums I frequently... er... frequent is the Penny Arcade Phorum. One of the subject of most of the rants going on there at the moment is "Why videogames suck so much these days". Don't get me wrong, video games rock, but these days the market is being inundated with so much crap that it makes me wonder whether these game developers actually realise that their game has to be good to make them money. Graphics seem to be taking pride of place over gameplay, and the quality of the CD-filling FMV sequences seem to take preference over the story actually being told. But I think for myself, there seems to be more to it than just this. I think for me, it was the step up from the Commodore 64 to the Amiga... I remember vividly saving for weeks until I could afford the latest release, whether it was ' Skate or Die', ' Spy vs Spy' or ' Paperboy'. I would then rush home, pop the cassette in the datasette, PRESS PLAY ON TAPE, then go do something for 20 minutes while the game loaded. Once loaded, I would play the game until beaten or until I needed sleep. The technology was new, the graphics were great, sometimes I'd just leave the chip-music playing just so I could listen to it. It was an uber-happy time of my life. Now, I have a disposable income which has been spent on over 50 games across 4 platforms, any of which can be loaded in 5 seconds, played for one minute, then set aside. Over 2000 MAME roms at my disposal, and all I want to do is play Galaga. The exceptions are exceptional... Xenogears and Final Fantasy rock my werld on the PSX. Conkers BFD and Zelda, likewise on the N64. My DC gave me many hours of enjoyment through Skies of Arcadia and Soul Caliber. And I'm battling through Monkey Island 3 & 4 on the PC. Nowadays, if the game doesn't eat away a chunk of my life, it hardly seems worth playing, let lone buying. My point is, I think, that enhanced graphics and 3D hasn't neccessarily driven the nail into the coffin of decent gaming. I dont care if a game's been done before: I enjoy every Final Fantasy or Megaman game I play. I just think that the answer is different for everyone depending on their gaming history and what attracted them to games in the first place. |
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| Posted by a very reminiscent MadDog
on Sunday June 10, 2001 at 5:16 PM - 0 comments |
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... and lots of them. Yep, I'm sick. I absolutely hate being sick. It starts off as a sore throat, then comes the sinus congestion. then the sore throat goes away and you're just left with that phlegm that tickles at the back of your throat and theres nothing you can do about it. I bought a box of tissues yesterday, those cool Kleenex ones with the Aloe Vera ('ello Vera!) that's nice and soft on your snozza, and they're almost gone. Now I'm living on a cocktail of cough syrup, decongestant, cold and flu tablets and Red Bull, and I'm feeling a little bit better. Hopefully I should be back to (ab)normal in no time. |
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Well in one sense of the word I am anyway. DeviantArt is a great site where budding artists can submit their art, application skins, wallpaper images, poetry, icons, photography and more and have it perused and commented on by the masses. I've known about this site for a while, but havent really become inspired enough to join until now. Check out my profile now... if you like... please? |
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I was on my way home from Numurkah after dropping home a friend last night when this cow bolted out into the road. I swerved to miss it, and it's good thing too otherwise it would have been a head-on. Its head hit the left side mirror, and it flew forward smashing the front passenger side window, showering glass all over inside of the car. The back door also got a bit of minor damage. In Gracie's car no less... She's not too upset. She's come to expect me to smash her car up every now and again. I'm fine. I was mighty shook up though. The cow was in better shape than I was. I was scared at first, then angry, after I realised that I'd have to pay for it. I could get the owners of the cow to pay for it if I could identify the cow. Fat chance of that. It was all over in a few seconds, and all I saw was the shadow of the cow ambling off into the bushes on the side of the road. Now I just think the whole incident is funny, looking back on it... UPDATE: Gracie just came in with a couple of quotes... $1,200... Okay... I'm angry again... We can pay about $300 now to fix the window and get the car secure again, then pay the rest later. Gracie's insurance company doesn't like us very much. We've made a few claims and we'd like to avoid raising our premium even more so if possible. Apparently I can make a complaint to the police and they have to investigate to try and find the owner of the cow. Has anyone else been in a similar situation? If so, I'd like to know how you fared, or if you've got any advice, I'd appreciate it. Thanks. |
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| Posted by a very vengeful MadDog
on Tuesday May 29, 2001 at 10:53 AM - 0 comments |
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