thirtysevencelsius

Happiness is a new Volkswagen

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 05:01:54 -0700

My new car - Volkswagen Polo TDI (Turbo Diesel)

TDI - Die

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 05:01:41 -0700

My new car - Volkswagen Polo TDI (Turbo Diesel)

Nice butt!

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 05:01:28 -0700

My new car - Volkswagen Polo TDI (Turbo Diesel)

MacBook Pro - Updated!

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 00:58:57 -0800

MacBook Pro - Updated!:

Santa Rosa chipset, LED backlit displays, 2GB RAM as standard and cheaper prices to boot.

Time to upgrade my 1.83Ghz Core Duo MBP? I'm sold!

ARGH!

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 06:41:55 -0700

I still can't believe I missed out on getting tickets to see The Shins. Fuck!

Woot.

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 06:40:32 -0700

Dunsborough

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 23:23:08 -0700

Graham & Makato aka graham_m & maybemaq Canal Rocks Sugarloaf Rock Near Sugarloaf Luke aka NoSpareTime

The World is a Dark Place

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 02:11:00 -0700

Phillip Blenkinsop's photographs really put it all in perspective. The things we face in day to day life are really nothing compared to the lives of those less fortunate. There are more horrific things in the world than boredom and apathy. Link: Lightstalkers

Real Life Transformers

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 22:10:38 -0700

Seriously... these guys have too much spare time. Link: Real Life Transformers

Flatline

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 01:33:17 -0700

Do you ever get the feeling that you're standing still while life rushes by you? The feeling I have now is similar, but not quite the same. Me, I feel like life has stopped moving around me and I'm waiting for something to happen, waiting for the universe to press that play button and unpause my existance. Being a bystander is one thing, at least you can marvel at the action as it whooshes past and pray that somehow you can step into the slipstream and be a part of it. Where I am right now is more of a place where you watch a fly crawl across your breakfast scraps for an eternity. More of a place where you sit and memorise the lines on your hand and think about the past because the future seems so far away. Right now I'm about to flatline, hoping and praying for something to come and shock me back into existance. I just hope there is such a thing as a defibrillator for the soul.

Garth Marenghi's Darkplace DVD - Bargain!

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 02:13:21 -0700

Less than £10 including postage to Australia. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Garth-Marenghis-Darkplace-Matthew-Holness/dp/B000EU1P1Y Check out some clips on Youtube if you have no idea how brilliant this show is.

Storms

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 05:07:50 -0700

Another day, another bus ride home from work. It's miserable and wet and the bus driver is going way too fast, so much so that my neck snaps as we pull up sharply to the first stop. My mind wanders and I think about my day, my absolute boredom with my work and my longing for something more meaningful in my life. I think about my options, what the future may hold. There's Melbourne for a start, the new contract has opened up some possibilities but there are no real details and who knows what it would pay and what sort of positions are on offer. Then again, there's always Japan. That carrot on a stick lurking at the back of my mind whenever I get fed up with where ever I am at the time. I could save a bit more money, get hooked up with one of those programs that get you set up with a place to stay and a job teaching conversational English. Learn Japanese, take photos, meet new people. I'm caught up in my thoughts when I notice the flashing lights up ahead as an ambulance leaves the scene of an accident. The bus speeds past but I catch sight of a car on the pavement with a woman sitting in the back seat with the door open sobbing uncontrollably into her hands. A kid's bicycle lies nearby on the asphalt. The image leaves me feeling deeply disturbed. Although I press the button the BUS STOPPING sign is already lit up and the bus driver goes right past my stop. I call out for him to stop the bus but he doesn't hear. I get off around the corner and walk home, gazing at the dark clouds overhead as the rain begins to fall. There will be storms tonight.

Outrage on the 68

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 21:02:04 -0700

So I'm on the bus on my way to work this morning, the number 68 that goes up Beaufort St to the city and the bus is a bit fuller than usual. A couple not afraid of public displays of affection (the girl more than the guy) are sitting in front of me, and a lady firmly placed on the wrong side of middle aged is sitting in front of them. A couple of stops before Perth College the bus pulls up and a couple of people get on and just as the driver is about to pull out and keep going two cuteish girls get his attention as they attempt to cross the busy road. One is brunette, with funky red glasses and cropped hair and the other is blonde with a low cut dress and the brunette waves to the driver and motions that they want to get on the bus, so the bus driver waits. Now the traffic is pretty thick going along Beaufort at this time and the two girls are having a spot of bother getting across. Of course I'm listening to my iPod so I don't hear it at first but at a gap between songs I can hear the lady on the wrong side of middle aged has piped up and is having a bit of a whinge about how bus drivers don't usually stop for anyone even if you're right near the bus stop waving frantically, which I guess is true. But you know what, who really cares? I mean come on, so what if the bus driver stops for a minute or two to let a couple of cuteish young ladies on the bus. So what if I lose two minutes out of my day that would otherwise be spent sitting at my desk staring at a computer screen. And sitting among what was a predominantly male population at the back of the bus, I'm pretty certain no one else really cared what this woman thought. She's probably in the tea room at her work right now complaining to anyone who will listen (other women on the wrong side of middle aged) about a bus driver that actually waited two minutes to let a couple of cuteish girls on the bus. Outrageous! Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against older people, I plan to be one some day. By all means, be outraged. By all means, write a letter to your local MP, but for God's sake, don't tell everyone on the bus about it.

A Little Personal Time With Darren Aronofsky

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 02:18:18 -0700

A Little Personal Time With Darren AronofskyAICN: Bobo Vision Spends A Little Personal Time With Darren Aronofsky!

In the post

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 02:18:16 -0700

Ordered some new t-shirts today!

One with a Transformers Decepticon logo, one with a velvet Thundercats logo and one with "Save Ferris."

Here, here and here.

New Car

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 02:18:16 -0700

The paperwork has been signed and now I'm faced with a few months wait before my new car is delivered.

It's a black Volkwagen Polo TDI - I'm so excited!

MacBook Pro - Updated!

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 02:18:15 -0700

MacBook Pro - Updated!Santa Rosa chipset, LED backlit displays, 2GB RAM as standard and cheaper prices to boot.

Time to upgrade my 1.83Ghz Core Duo MBP? I'm sold!

Who wants to live forever anyway?

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 02:14:53 -0700

After missing it at the cinema (it seemed to be shown gone from the local theatres after a blink of an eye) and months of waiting, I finally have seen the latest Darren Aronofsky film, The Fountain. I'm not going to include any spoilers here, or go into great detail about the plot and meaning of The Fountain. What I will say is that this is definitely not a film for everyone. It was only after my second viewing that I truly came to appreciate what a beautiful and poetic movie this is, and although questions remain I'm pretty sure of my interpretation and what it all means. For anyone who has lost a loved one, or mediated on the thought of your own mortality, you must see this film. Just ensure when you do see it, you're prepared to take it all in and really think about it.

XR 193

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 01:51:45 -0700

I wake up and its dark, air flows over me from the air conditioning vent in the ceiling above my bed and I wonder how much longer before my alarm goes off. I close my eyes and straight away my phone starts beeping. Its 4:45am. The shower is cold at first, then various kinds of warm that don't quite wake me up as much as I would like. Before I know it I'm dressed and sitting in the car en route to the airport. When I get there I check in, pass through security then sit and watch people go by. Couples embrace, colleagues shake hands, others just sit and watch me in turn. Yesterday I went to the book store, hoping for Philip K. Dick I settled on Bret Easton Ellis - Less Than Zero. I read a few pages and sip lemon iced tea before I decide its too early for books, so I go back to watching people. First call for boarding and I'm in line, the man tears off my boarding pass stub and I walk down some steps and onto the tarmac. The air is warm and its still dark apart from the artificial, yellowish illumination from the floodlights. The plane is a Fokker 50 turboprop, big enough to not make you too scared to board but small enough that you never get high enough above the weather to avoid turbulence. I've been on these maybe half a dozen times and its enough to make me wish for a Boeing 717. It was seven days ago that I was on the same kind of plane, same flight number. About half way through the flight the pilot's voice crackled over the PA system and told us we were flying around a storm. Just before the aircraft begun its descent there was a loud bang and flash outside the window as the plane got struck by lightning. There were a few nervous giggles around the cabin and the pilot got us down without incident it wasn't until later that I learned one of the engines had to be replaced and I wonder how close we came to a fiery demise. My seat is on the aisle near the front of the plane and the guy sitting next to me has a big gut. The guy in front's head shakes and I figure it must be something like Cerebral Palsy, or Parkinson's Disease but he doesn't seem so old. I guess if Michael J. Fox has got it then this guy could too. He reaches up for the reading light above and his hand trembles so bad that I feel uncomfortable and look away. I wouldn't trade places with him for the world. Two flight attendants, both female, one brunette and one that I guess would pass for a blonde in a pinch, she has nice eyes but wears too much makeup, I think. I'm sure I've seen the brunette someplace before and I guess its possible she was on another flight, but then again she just has one of those faces. What passes for a hot breakfast on these flights consists of congealed scrambled egg, a dozen baked beans, half a tomato and a chipolata. I eat it all because I'm hungry and its not as bad as it sounds. I fumble and drop my unopened sachet of sugar in my coffee but manage to fish it out before it soaks through. I read another thirty or so pages of my book before getting sleepy so I put it in the chair in front of me and close my eyes. The seat is uncomfortable and I try not to fall asleep, afraid that I'll snap fast awake as my head slides onto the shoulder of the guy next to me. Either that or I'll start snoring. So I sit in my chair, not quite asleep but definitely not awake and trying hard to stay up straight. At this point I wish I had the window seat. The landing is bumpy and I wonder if the pilot has been drinking. If he has, I wish he'd saved some for me. By now its 8:55am and bright and hot as I step off the plane and thank god I brought my sunglasses. Newman has a small airport, more an oversized shed than anything. I pick up the keys to my rental car - a white commodore. The fine folk at budget car rental really lack imagination. Its only when I've picked up my baggage that I realise I left my book in the plane. Damn, thats twenty-two bucks I'll never see again. I think about the journey its about to take, the trip back to Perth, its potential new owner. I can't imagine your average guy from the mines enjoying the sordid themes Bret Easton Ellis is renowned for (well, maybe they'll dig the drugs) but hey, at least it wasn't a copy of American Psycho. I hope the flight attendant finds it first.