Something Is Happening

HoP Session

2009-01-19T20:59:00.002+11:00

Well I am re-attempting for the third time to restart this retarded thing, which probably wont even last tonight. It's right on 2100 hours and 11:30 seconds as I typed that, but as time flies when you're having a shot every minute, it's difficult to keep typing at a reliable pace. Plus I'm slightly sleep-starved but that really doesn't worry me. Up to 20:30 now and my gut is starting to feel a bit gaseous. Also a tad bit tipsy. I don't really want to stand up.

43:40, I'm not sure I'm going to finish... I am starting to really struggle... *sob sob* I'm not sure I'm going to make 50 minutes which will be REALLY disappointing for me. After I finish, there will be a bit more substantial of an entry.

I definitely will make 50. I hope I make the whole way. It'll be the first time for me.
But still 10 minutes.

Right now, I'm on track for my second FULL TIME failure of HoP. DAMMIT!

Well it is about 15-30 minutes after I finished. I made the last 3 minutes due to the help of water, so I consider myself failing after the 58 minute mark. I don't exactly feel fantastic, but that horrile pain shall subside fairly soon... There's Coke in the fridge and booze in the cupboard (I think) so I'm looking VERY forward to the refreshing Scotch taste. If only Hecka would stop flaming this poor Dawayne fella...

Anyway. Time is 10:20-ish and we started at 8:40ish (HoP) So it's been a bit since my last drink. And that shall end it. I'm feeling quite weird and a bit joyous if a song I really like comes on, but other than that, beer doesn't seem to do too much for me. Maybe make another entry later?

The Weeks Leading Up To Last Night & This Morning!

2007-11-25T13:30:00.000+11:00

Hey.

Good to see I'm keeping up my regular? entries to this thing. I can't believe I've actually got TWO whole comments here. It's a hell of a lot better than Peter's MySpace blog which had 11 views today, and like 150 or something for the past week! Anyway, until I start finding lots of stuff to really bitch and complain about, I don't think my readership is going to be anywhere near his. Well he has one on here too, but that's a different story all together.

Lets see where I was up to. I believe I was crapping on about going to Phillip Island in dad's Holden. The food there was quite good, but as always, mum and dad made me feel like crap, but whatever. I called up the fish & chip shop and they said they weren't looking for people until about two weeks (which is this week amazingly!) so I decided to head back home and do a bit of (half-hearted) job searching, mainly consisting of leaving home just before 2pm to get a two-hour ticket that would last for near on three. Anyway, I went to a few cafe's around Cranny, a couple of places around Dandy, and to Ricky's to finish fixing up my computer (which still isn't completely fixed by the way).

On the weekend, I organised a barbeque which I hoped Yong could make, but he couldn't because of work. Hopefully he can come for the Grand Finale of the V8's. Anyway, we had chilli-sausages and savoury rissoles, which I bought too much of, so dad re-heated them for his tea.

Some time during the week, Ricky and I attempted to do the "Hour Of Power" which, for me atleast, was a disaster. First, we used double-shots and couldn't last even up to 15 minutes, I only lasted a few more than he. Then an hour or so later, we attempted it again, and I went just as bad, but he went the whole way easily. Then he said the dreaded "I'm feeling really good" which in essence, actually means "I'm just about done". He ended up sleeping in his car. Haha!

Some time during that two weeks, or maybe even while I was still out at mum's, Peter sent and email and text about a big night (last night and this morning) which I was able to go to, after I forgot and voted for Howie, then had tea from KFC because I felt like the kebab! So I was going to be a little late to this night out, but Peter said he'd wait at Flinders Street with his friends, who I didn't know who were at the time. I called Genie as well as I was getting on the train to go to the city and asked if he wanted to come out for a bit, but he only really ended up walking around with us until we got to a karaoke joint as he was going out with another friend for the night.

Anyway, I eventually got to Flinder's Street and saw Peter after a quick glance around the station and saw that he was with two other friends of which one, I had previously met and taken out to lunch, but I don't think it could be classed as a date but rather a lunch between friends. Anyway, she was there, and another lady called Alana, who I'm guessing knew Peter through one of his courses. We met Genie just out the front of the station and then headed up Collins Street to look for a place called the Hollywood Karaoke Bar. Of course, Peter had left the address thing at home and didn't realise it was on BOURKE STREET! He eventually just asked a bus-boy at the Sofitel Hotel for directions, so we eventually showed up there. On the way to the "bar", Alana fell over, and got helped up by Genie. Peter didn't know she fell over because he was ahead of us but anyway we had a little fun laughing about it.

We get to this "fantastic" karaoke bar which cost $10 to get in, but I forgot to get money out of an ATM so Peter had to pay my entry. First, Megan sang Lady Marmalade, then Peter and Alana sang Beat It, followed by Alana and Megan singing along to Spice Up Your Life and finally, I did a very dodgy singing job of Kryptonite which I took forever to choose. We left that place quite annoyed at the quality of the place as the website of it created the vibe that it was good quality and bigger.

We went to the Crown after that because Peter didn't know where a place called The Apartment was and we'd already walked for ages looking for this dodgy karaoke bar. We went to the Velvet Loung where I had a second VB which was actually no where near as good as the one at the dodgy karaoke bar so that signed an end for beer for the night. We quickly moved over to the Sport Bar area and just hung around there for a bit with Peter and Alana talking quite lively while me and Megan were quite quiet and not really getting into the swing of things. Some time during that time, Liam, who was there at a night out soon after my return from Mount Buller and I got a long with, sent a message saying he wasn't able to make it which was a bit of a shame but I got over it.

After a while, Alana left, and then an hour or two later, Megan wanted to leave, just after Peter talked her into having an alcoholic drink, she doesn't drink at all so it was quite a feat apparantly. We walked her to the train stop that went to her home town and then tried really hard to get her back to the casino for more drinks with the main argument, from Peter especially, was the repeated question of "Do you want a daiquiri?" which almost got him a kick or punch or slap or whatever she would have done at the time. We almost got her to crack and come back with us but the tram showed up on time (stupid tram!). Anyway, we left back saying that we were annoyed and in the mood for actually having a daiquiri just from the sheer amount of times we said it, but that never happened.

We go back to the upstairs sports bar at the entrance of Steak Out where we go on to Johnnie Walker's for me, and Jim Beam's for Peter and eventually find a seat out in the entrance, but still within the borders of the place. Peter eventually noticed our uncle Glen sitting at the table next to us but we got the feeling he didn't really want to talk to us. We found out later that a dry-cleaners in Cranny didn't have his sons trousers for a much-looked-forward-to ball so I'm putting it down to that, out of want for a reasonable excuse, but anyway, we went back to our table after that until one of the ladies sitting with him turned around and was studying us as she figured we were Glen's nephews and she was shocked that we were. Then we got talking to this nice lady there called June (who Peter has been repeatedly saying he loves, thought not in a very serious way, but she was very fun to talk with).

After a while there, we were told that they were packing up and taking away our tables and what-not as they were packing up. Me and Peter quickly finished our drinks thinking the Velvet Bar closed at three and wanting to get one last drink there. We tried to get June to come with us but she didn't so we spent the next two (one and a half for Peter as he started to feel a tad nauseaus. I had ordered another vodka & raspberry, which he had moved onto at this point, and which I had to finish, not that I'm complaining at all about it. While we were there, this nice young fellow by the name of Mark aka. Gunnerz and a couple of his friends. He was cool and I tried to get him to get me a second drink but he screwed it up by asking me and looking at me repeatedly so I said not to worry about it. But yeah, we got along quite well. After a while he went to, I thought, go home.

I decided to throw $10 on the roulette table of which I won one and then lost the winnings, so I finished even, cashed in the $10 and then we decided to go upstairs, but as I needed to go to the toilet, Peter got talking to the guard, who we (he) decided to call Steve. We talked to him for the remainder of his shift at that area before becoming a roving guard throughout the east section of the casino (the left side of the poker tables coming in from the river front). I don't think he would've been able to stand us being with him after the 20 minutes but he did enjoy it non-the-less.

After we headed up stairs to the comfy chairs, we saw this guy and he said hi and we thought nothing much of it, he didn't seem like the friendly fellow we wanted to chat with so we half ignored him, then we saw Gunnerz again after that where I had another drink, although the chick taking the orders could have got in trouble if she got caught since I wasn't at a table, but whatever. That was to be my last drink for the night/day (it was surprisingly day at that point).

Later after we were just talking to ourselves, the guy from before (not Gunnerz, the one that seemed a bit dodgy) came up and started talking about "positive thinking" which we could understand and we related to, but then he started going on about drugs giving people cancer and its good in moderation but you shouldn't do it. I am getting all tingly and filled with hate just typing this, he is the second person in my whole life that I actually would laugh at if he got seriously injured or killed or whatever, I'm serious. Anyone who makes my cousin cry (almost) deserves that. Haha. Anyway, then he pulled out some "coke" from his socks and said his having it because Rudd won the election despite going on a rampage that drugs fuck people up and give you cancer and what not. After a bit, Peter just got up because he was getting upset because of this fuck-wit! When I tried to get up, he started poking me and saying to think positive, and I really wanted to punch the mother fucker (I'm actually avoiding the C-Word here, though I reckon he deserves the denomination (big word for the day! Woohoo!). So I started to walk off because I didn't want to lose Peter in some crowd somewhere, despite the early hours of the day. But he followed me which was really freaky until he saw another guy come up the stairs and, I assume, started on him instead of me, which for me was good, and, hopefully the other guy punched that fucker out and didn't get in trouble for it because of the amount of a fuck-wit he was (I really loved this guy can't you tell?).

Anyway, afterwards, I wanted a coffee, and we had a mini arguement about who was going to buy a bottle of water, but Peter ended up winning that one, haha. And some random guy there laughed every time Peter said he almost cried because of him. Then we decided to go home where Peter got talking to this other elderly lady for a while and I decided to go to his to catch up with Debbie and Pat and Daniel and to have some of Peter's precious Freddo Frog ice cream cake. Hopefully it's good, but I don't think it will be as good as a cake from this coffee joint at Dandy.

Anyway, if somehow, you've managed to read all this, I congratulate you, because I seriously can't be bothered reading it myself, just a secret for my REALLY dedicated readers...

Well hopefully, I'll be writing in here in a week. I definitely will have to after the Phillip Island weekend, but hopefully it'll be earlier. I think I'm rambling now, so goodbye and please leave a comment about my hard work. I have actually leaved a bit out, like the hot blonde bar maid at the Velvet Lounge but whatever. Bye.

What a long time...

2007-11-10T05:57:00.000+11:00

Hey, it's been even longer than I intended. I've been back from Mt. Buller for two or so months and I still haven't been updating this thing.

Not that there's really too much to report. I am planning to go to New Zealand for next year's snow season following a two year trip around Europe with my uncle.

What have I done since I got back. I've had a few random nights out in the city, a few piss-ups, and a dozen all-nighters.

I still don't have a job because I'm lazy, but I'm hoping I can get one at the Lang Lang Pizza and Fish & Chip shop so I can move out of dad's draconian empire. Well it's not too bad, but I just read the last two entries of my blog and my bitching entry is by far the most commented blog. Violence and anger really do attract the fans, even if I did have to beg everyone to read the bloody thing, I don't care.

Anyway, I've just completed an all-nighter (I class the rising of the sun to be the end of an all-nighter), but I won't be going to sleep either way. My sleep has been all fucked up since the first all-nighter I did with Ricky. So it's all his fault because I haven't been able to keep a decent sleeping pattern since. I reckon I need work or something of similar importance in order to get into a routine or else it gets as retarded as it is now.

Over the past week or so, I have been looking up paranormal stuff and been freaking myself out. Kind of pathetic, but ghosts and that get me paranoid all the time. I'm planning on doing an automatic writing session as well for the fun of it as well as possibly creating a new running story of a currently unknown theme. I might also write poems instead of songs, or write poems and then expand or contract them into songs. I don't know exactly, but those things will be on will-bob.deviantart.com.

This one will be a general, and at the moment, unused, journalistic blog thing.

Oh. I got to drive dad's new car to Phillip Island last week which was awesome, even if it was a Holden. I think it was a Holden, I can't remember, but it is a hell of a lot smoother than mum's truck-like 4x4!

And now I'm thinking of joining mum on a horse ride, if she's doing that again today, before having a shower. Big change but whatever.

Anyway, I think that's it for my new re-entry into the blogging galaxy. Till I can be bothered again, catch you all later...

Final Entry (For A While)

2007-06-24T22:44:00.000+10:00

Ahhh, yes....

Well this blog has been relatively well upkept, althought I still have crap to divulge about last weekend. What can I say, I'm lazy, if you don't like it, stiff shit! It is indeed a sad day for all, as I am going up to Mt. Buller for the remainder of the winter season in about 35 odd hours (10:00am Tuesday 26 June). I guess I am excited, but also nervous, it'll be by far the longest I've ever been away from home.

I will have my uncle up there so he will be helpful in getting me settled in. If he wasn't there, I would very quickly get depressed and lonely not knowing anybody at all up there.

And what's more, is a friend from high school is also supposedly going up there in a month or so. Hopefully she comes up when I have a day off...

Anyway, this is the last one until I get back, or somehow get a GOOD laptop and wireless broadband deal up there. Haha.

Yeah, on Friday, I went for a drive with mum up to Tatura which was probably the best and worst drive I've done. Mum told me the wrong way a turned a 3 hour drive into 5 hours but I can't be fucked writing any more. Gonna miss the lot of you, well the people I know who read this thing.

Catch y'all later!!!

Bitch Bitch Bitch!!!

2007-06-10T17:47:00.000+10:00

Hey,

I'm here for a nice good old fashioned bitch session. Yay.

Well anyway, I'm at mum's until Tuesday which was all good until I found out dad was coming today to help. It's not a matter of machoism on my part that I can do it by myself but he is just annoying the living fuck out of me right now. He can't figure that he is allowed to stop working once it is dark. There is plenty of time to fix up the other stuff tomorrow when there is actually light to see what the fuck is going on.

It starts when he tells me to do a totally unrelated job to what I was going to be doing anyway and orders me around like he owns the fucking place. Well anyway, when we have done, he tells me to keep looking for sticks that might get stuck in the mower when I have already done it, then he complains when I half-jokingly say that mum should just pay for other people to do it and then he starts to go into lecture mode, but I don't let him by having the music loud enough for him to know that I really couldn't give a fuck what he is bitching about.

Then when we get ready to line up the trailer to the pile of garden wastage that I was going to empty the majority onto tomorrow, he just rips it off the tow bar without lowering the wheel, which is what you are meant to do. Then I drive around to get the car out of the yard past the electric fence thingy and he's already trying to empty it. The point is he is annoying the living fuck out of me (just thought I should bring in the whole "Circle of Life" thing, hehe) and he doesn't know how to stop, I'll probably have my tea a lot later so I don't have to put up with him bitching all night about how lazy I am. And I may also stay until Friday or Saturday depending on what mum is doing with work.

Happy happy joy joy.

Also, I really hope I hear from Hungry Jacks soon and they say I have a job. That way, it's less time I have to live with the whining and annoying and "you don't do this and you don't do that"; it's called being a fucking young adult you idiot, I know you weren't a fucking angel at my age.

Well that will do. Catch ya'll later.

The Crown

2007-06-02T15:02:00.000+10:00

Hey,

Once again, I have taken a whole week to update this bloody thing but I have to atleast do something on here for my loyal fan!

Yes, anyway, I went to the football to see Doveton upset Pakenham at the football last weekend. Sure Doveton has been up there the past two years (won the '05 Premiership and lost the '06), but apparantly, they lost a lot of their players to the SFL and the EDFL which is a shame, but they're still going strong.

Me and dad headed back to the car at near the end of the half time break until Dan & Chelle stopped us which was a nice surprise. Dan called Pete up and got him to come over as well and we had a few drinks before heading over to the TOTE. When we were leaving the TOTE, I tried to trip dad as a joke so he turned around and punched me in the nose. Now, surely, that isn't worth a punch of any sort, unless of course it was to a complete stranger. But anyway, it actually did not bleed at all, not even one drop. Maybe it was because it wasn't into winter. I always get my blood noses in winter, it's bloody annoying!

Anyway, we left there to come back to my house and they drank a lot more than I did. I had a couple near the end of the night but yeah, I don't have to drink if I don't want to. We got four pizza's of which Pete destroyed one by tipping it all over the garage ground. He's such a funny bastard when he's drunk.

One of the pizzas was called "Cheech & Chong Special" which is supposed to be REALLY hot is only mild, well a bit more than mild, but it doesn't hold a chilli to Nando's. That stuff is actually hot. If you're lucky, the pizza has a very fucking hot piece, but I've missed out on both of them which is quite annoying. The funny thing is, I had a Mexican pizza from Encore and it didn't have even the slightest tinge. Maybe the C&C roasted my tongue beyond all recognition and I didn't even notice it...

Anyway, Pete had one bite of a piece and couldn't handle it so palmed it off to Dan. Dan had tears in his eyes from how hot it was which was pretty amusing.

Now onto the title subject where I went with my mate to the Crown for an all-nighter. Well I stayed there for one night, then the next night we went, which I believe was Tuesday night. I had a horrible night at the tables although I as only able to put $20 down I lost it all. My mate managed to have exactly the same amount as before the night started (even before the pizza and drinks we got before we left for the Crown) just before we left, but he thought we should throw on a final $50 more or less to burn the last half hour or so before the first train back to Cranny left. It was a great night and I saw my first Arena Football League (Indoor Gridiron) and I am now only slightly proud to say that I am now a New Orleans VooDoo supporter. They're in the bottom half of the ladder, but I can't remember exactly where and all that shit.

That's all really, I really cannot be arsed writing more on this at the moment so yeah. It's not like I get paid to do this so I'm pretty uncaring about it. Well today anyway.

Catch ya.

Mount Buller to a Bitch Session!!!

2007-05-27T20:34:00.000+10:00

Hey,

Finally, my next entry. To tell the truth, up until the Friday before last, I had been doing absolutely nothing but playing PlayStation and the computer and generally getting extremely fucking bored at mum's. However, I think if I had a car I would've been fine because, if the need came up, I would be able to go somewhere and therefore not making it so bad. Anyway, on to the stuff that is actually important.

I decided when I got back home that I wanted to go up to Mt. Buller for the winter season with my uncle and brother which ended up not so good.

I ask my uncle what stuff I should bring with me, like bedding and towels and that kind of thing. We get up and pack most of the car but I need to let my clothes dry from the night before before I can start packing. We finally get all packed up no thanks to my brother spending too long at his girlfriends place but whatever. We get going and my uncle starts falling asleep so I decide to take the directions back off him (he asked for them when we left) and be the navigator, as I tend to be on trips to places that people don't know.

Anyway, we get up about 3/4 up the mountain before the car just stops accelerating and crawls slowly to a stop just past a turn. A few people stop and try and offer help and eventually, my uncle gets through to his boss and he comes down in a "Trooper" and we chuck all our stuff on there and head up. We unpack some of the bigger things to leave in one of the restaurants for the night and then get told that I won't get a job this season with him but that he will hand on my resume to other operators up there. My brother gets told he doesn't start until atleast the Queens Birthday weekend depending on snow fall. So we're stuck up there with no car and no accomodation since they're all full. We call around and find a place called Avalanche but can't afford it so we call up dad and he comes all the way up from home to Mount Buller.

I wait up for him watching whatever was on tv, though I did end up watching most of Big Brother, I don't know why but anyway, dad eventually arrives, I get talked into a couple of drinks despite how tired I am finally getting to bed probably before midnight but I have no idea.

Wake up the next day and find that there has been a small snowfall of 10cm and that the car is caked in snow and ice basically locking us out of dad's car for a while till we open it and then have to turn on the heater so that we can see out our windows. We eventually get going after my brother and I help push the car over the little ice-pads the car has made. Get in and dad nearly goes sideways at 20kmh into a sign and then head very slowly down the mountain, where at one turn, the car fails to turn for about 10 meters but luckily it turns before we hit the barrier. We crawl down the mountain at a whopping 30-40 kmh eventually making it to the RACV joint there where my brother signs up to get the car down cheaper. While we wait for them to get the car down, we decide to see what there is to do around the area and go to the Mansfield Zoo. Pretty small, pretty quiet, but enough for a small town zoo to be visitable and reasonably enjoyable.

I feed a deer as the owner has to answer the phone. When it finishes, it started head butting me as if I'm meant to give it more which was pretty funny. Dad and Chris come back around the corner just after that and we set off with a bucket of pellets to feed to the animals that are both roaming around and some of the caged ones. We have a small group of four deer following us for just about the whole walk around the place. Feed them a little bit before going on to other stuff. We see two emu's and an ostrich in the first pen we see which was amusing. See some other animals and such. I went to feed the monkeys of which only two of the three bother climbing the fence to get some. The first one reaches quite calmly to get the food, then the second comes clambering up the fence and seems like it hits me as if it was meant to be fed first which was a bit amusing. They also had two lions, one of which charged at us as it still had most of a sheep that was fed to it the day before while the other hid back in the darkness of the den.

The other main good thing was the two albino kangaroos and the little squadron of ducks that followed us from the crocodile enclosure to just before the end. they had a couple of camels, bisons, and a heap more deer and kangaroos in enclosures as well as a llama which shared with the albino kangaroos. Anyway after that, we head back to town and have lunch at the Mansfield Hotel which was a pretty good meal. I can't remember what I had though, so I can't comment and critique on it which is pretty annoying, I knew I should've written this thing on Wednesday when we eventually get back, but as they say: We're all experts in hind-sight.

Anyway, to continue, we play pool for a couple of rounds and then a couple of games of foosball before we head back to the RACV to find out they can fix it by that night. We decide to stay at a hotel just outside of Mansfield which had a few of the Foxtel or AusStar, whichever they have.

We leave first thing in the morning getting home around about 11. Dad goes straight to sleep and I watch the last bit of the NASCAR All Star Weekend thing as well as a couple of other shows.

Next few days, I do some decent job-hunting until Saturday where I go to the football to see Doveton and Pakenham play and Doveton won which was good. We saw a cousin there and we go back to the Dandy Tote place and have a couple more drinks then head back here to mine for further drinks where my uncle makes a complete fool of himself arguing for things that don't make sense at all. Pretty amusing but whatever.

Well that's just about it other than a bitch I'm doing right now. FINALLY, MY FIRST BITCH, I FEEL SO SPECIAL NOW.

Well catch you all.

Will-Bob

P.S.

Today dad made me go shopping for a tv which pretty much fucked up the plans that dad made for the day. While I COULD have stayed at home watched the NASCAR Busch Series race while doing the housework dad wanted to do, he forced me to go out with him and waste the whole day which got me right out of the mood for cleaning, although I did see Stacey for a split second while my heart skipped about 20 beats but that really didn't amount to anything, I don't think she recognised me but whatever, I really couldn't care less to tell you the truth. Well anyway, we spend 3 hours walking around pointlessly looking at tv's. Get back and dad finally does the other stuff over the past couple of hours putting my fucking jeans and jumper through the dryer which I have told him before NOT to do so from now on, my clothing gets put in my room so that I can have clothes that don't warp and become "bumming around" clothes. Well that sounds like a bitch, but it's not the bitch I was going to do. I might as well do that here too so yeah, here goes:

P.P.S.

I tried talking to my mate earlier tonight (and yes, I have mentioned this mate before) and there was absolutely NO FUCKING WAY he was going to have a decent conversation as he was playing THAT FUCKING GAME WORLD OF WARCRAFT YET AGAIN!!!!! It's not like it's that hard to stop playing for a measily fucking 10 minutes to try and organise something outside of "The Hour of Power" which will be explained maybe in a future blog. I thought I would see if he wanted to go to the city or something and take some photos again since I atleast was able to pay my own fucking way for once! But no, that would be too easy, instead he would play for five minutes, give a reply, where I would reply and wait another five fucking minutes for him to close the window to send his reply which finally pissed me off enough to leave and telling him to call me to organise, but no, he can't even do that. I sent a couple of messages to him once I got back on just for (surprise surprise), no fucking reply. Well anyway, I doubt I'll hear from him for a while anyway as he'll still be playing THAT FUCKING GAME!!!

(Woohoo, 7 "fucking"s, not bad, I could've done better but hopefully he actually can pull himself away from that game other than for sleep and go outside. I might actually ask another friend (which is the only person i KNOW reads this thing. Thanks for the comment buddy, we have to catch up soon, maybe introduce me properly to your girlfriend. Hehe, no singing this time either ;) )

A day or two late...

2007-05-08T18:52:00.000+10:00

Hello,

I'm thinking maybe I should update twice a week. I'm really blank on what's been going on the past week. I haven't ridden once again which sucks.

I was at mum's from the last entry until Wednesday lunch time. A mate came over and spent Tuesday night here and then we went for a walk in the bush so I could show him one of the paths which is really steep and then I spent the next 3 nights at his where he would play WOW from 10 or 12 until about 12 or 2 in the morning, and I would play that in between, then sleep, then play the playstation until he got ready for bed when I would play WOW again.

Then I went home on Saturday to dad's surprise. My brother came back with his girlfriend and another friend and I played pool with them.

Went to mum's on Sunday to help, which I did little of this time and I looked after the boring dog which is now officially called Taeus. I forgot my cd's and games so I had to go back home with dad.

Then yesterday, I came back out with my cd's and all the other crap I should've left here to begin with, but whatever. It felt weird not driving along the highway though since I drive just about every time I come out here but whatever.

Well that's it for now, still nothing of real excitement happening for me which is a shame...

Will-Bob

Nyora Rules!

2007-04-29T22:11:00.000+10:00

Hello,

I'm finally starting my so called weekly update or something. Whatever you want to call it you can (and yes, waste of time does count).

Anyway, this week, I didn't ride once. Monday and Tuesday because I slept in, don't know why I didn't on Wednesday. Tuesday, dad cracked it at me as well. Thursday, I can't remember why but I went to mum's that night because it was easier to pick me up then than the next day with her float.

Anyway, I missed Big Brother both night, such a shame, I'm one of those people who hate the show but can't help watching the bloody thing. Grrr. Thursday night it pissed down from about 12:30 or something which was good because we need the music. I ended up just randomly surfing the net that night until about 5.

Friday, I don't think I did much of note because I didn't get enough sleep, only 3 hours of very broken sleep. I helped run over shit and I did some other things but I can't think of that.

Saturday was a very big day where mum and I went to the local football to see Nyora play (at the time) an unkown team which turned out to be Buln Buln making them the only team that I've seen play twice in this league. The first time was mid last year where I went to go see Catani play them at Buln Buln. Buln Buln got thumped both times for the record. I know the premiers for the last three years for this league being Catani in '04 & '05, and Nyora in '06. Nyora is one of the few teams that have won all of their games after 3 rounds. We play Poowong next week. I would love to go on that drive as I love the twisty-ness of the road there as I believe I have mentioned before.

Well anyway, the game was good and they didn't seem to fumble as much as the other game I saw at Buln
Buln and surprisingly, Buln Buln was only three points down after the first quarter! After that however, the game started to break way way way open to a 50 odd point thrashing. Go Nyora Saints!!!

After that, we came home and started preparing for a night out. Unfortunately for me, it was one of my "off" nights and didn't really enjoy myself but I did get to drive there atleast. "YAY" for me!! Then today, I have done very little as well as by the time we got back from my aunty's place, it was time for mum to get ready for work and I have been on here and watching tv since. Now I am listening to music really loudly, untill mum gets back that is.

I'll try and find something exciting to explain next week but whatever. That's it, I'm going now.

Will-Bob

New Update Thing

2007-04-24T02:06:00.000+10:00

Yeeees,

That title so totally describes what I'm garbling on about. Doesn't that sentence just look like it's written by two different people. Man me and "Jacob" are good.

Anyway, I'm just writing to say that I will either be updating on Sunday or Monday nights. Fun exciting stuff here but I'm too tired to start ranting on some issue that I know little about.

Will-Bob

Virginia Tech Shooting

2007-04-18T04:29:00.000+10:00

First of all, this is based solely on what I have heard on channel ten Australia which is using the early morning American Station "Today Show" used on CBS as it's morning American news syndicate as per a recent contract agreement between the two stations as well as (I think also Channel 10, I normally watch this channel for news so I obviously have information given out by this station.) I tried to look up a story about it in ninemsn.com as well either yesterday or the day before but the story was either taken off for some reason or my internet was playing up (as it quite often does).

My thoughts and condolences go out to all of those directly and indirectly involved (I have purposely left out prayers as I am not a religious man and I don't feel it is in my place to "share" prayers around as if they're my own personal message system. If you have a problem with this, I don't care. However, if you have information that you feel I have portrayed as wrong, I welcome such criticisms as such and will acknowledge these as necessary, though I only (think) I have two readers. Maybe three. I don't know properly as I have not had any comments or thoughts off any of them (well one doesn't have this address but thats not the point here people).

Finally, before I get into my thoughts on the shooting at Virginia Tech, I must also portray my semi-disgust at the media (but obviously, as is the contract, CBS in this case). The fact that they already have a "special" planned analysing the facts, of which I have only heard the (potential/alleged, I'm not sure on the correct punctuation here, but whatever, it still portrays my point), of which I have only heard the CBS released information, that being that the alleged shooter was of Chinese (by memory) origin and that he shot at least 30 people, at first news I think the "death toll" was 42, and that he had a fight with his girlfried (as per the last little segment on it).

I have just heard (4:52 EST Australia) that, among other stats, that there have been 200 school (I can't remember if it was just secondary or elementary, but I am sure it is total) shootings in the past 80 years. How much is in the last 20 is obviously not in this stat, but I do invite links to sites that do include such stats to be posted here as comments. There were a lot of other stats of which I can not recall, even at this short notice as I am limited by the two factors of (1.) alcohol consumption (of which I stopped about one hour ago) as well as (2.) tiredness as I awoke last morning at 11:30-ish.

Anyway, back to the media "using" such events as ratings hikes. It effectively preys on the victim's angst (etc.) in order to create a "headline". It happened with the September 11 attacks (a few months after I first started following the news a bit more actively, being mid-late year 12, or 2004) when they barely showed a show for the first 24 hours, and then only showed the major ratings shows for the following 24 hours. They interview several mourning people about loved ones or friends that have "perished" in the specific (not necesarilly 9/11 victims) attack. They show that they are caring people (well I do believe that they do really care about the people), but the executives of the specific station is more focused on people who are viewing the story on THEIR channel rather than a rivals. It pains me to say such things but, in reality, some people don't really give a flying fuck as such.

Well I guess that is pretty much my view at this moment in time but I do expect that the (assumed) student was an avid listener to "death metal" news to come in the next couple of days of which they describe what they were going to do (assumed to be a joke at the time of posting by other viewers of such a profile as, I think, was the the case in the Columbine school shooting). In my view, the death metal as such is not the sole culprit, I am a (slightly) enthusiastic listener and fan of death metal, though more for the harsh and raw music and instrument backing rather than to lyrics such as those recorded and screamed? by "Cannibal Corpse" in the song "I Cum Blood". I believe that the majority of people who would do such a shooting (and once again, I must portray that I am open to constructive and real statistics, criticisms, and view points on this) are mentally imballanced to begin with. I believe this to be true to the arguements of violence in video games and movies as well.

Once again, I must say that my thoughts and condolences to those involved (also involved directly or indirectly), do go out and I wish the best to all that have had similar things happen to loved ones, not only in America, but in all countries.

I will be following this story for as long as it lasts, as such, but not be watching the "breaking" news as such as it is more or less hours upon hours of the same news with slowly (either leaked or released) "breaking" news as is generally released in these circumstances (and yes, I do understand why police don't release everything at once, obviously being to legal issues that may arise, as well as facts not being known instantly as is portrayed in "unrealistic" shows such as CSI and it's many copy-cat and off-shoot shows that seem to adorn the many (well in Melbourne and Victoria mostly) prime-time slots. But that's a different artical all together.

Thank you for reading all through this. I seriously can't remember how much I have written here (until I go to the "View Blog" section of this website). Also, I find it quite sad that many issues such as this, and all other controversial or security or whatever other major issues come up only in such extreme circumstances as such and people ask every single time "What can we do to stop this happening again?" and "What could we have done to stop this in the first place?". I must say that this in itself (and yes, I do admit that I also fall into this caracteristic myself, unfortunately), is one of the major short-falls of Western society, (and yes Eastern and everythign beyond and between the two).

The worst "news stories" of all are those which suggest ways in which society (in any country) is vulnerable to such attacks (though I have found this one to be most true with international terrorism), and as such, give terrorists (or shooters as is the active topic) new ideas in order to boost their ratings with "shock" stories to gain ratings. Obviously, as just about all "important" news is relayed through media, is subject to governmental interference, to a lesser extent in the "western powers" such as the mighty (subjective and, some say, unfortunate) United States.

I have also found a "contradiction" in news in such where (in a totally unrelated case), where a news "show" (in Melbourne, Australia), described how horrible it was for news programs to show violent happenings in the world, as it makes children think that the world is all violence and bad news. That particular story was followed (not even by an ad) by a war in some country, I think it may have been one of the eastern African countries. Now seriously, how can you take a news program seriously when they set up segments so randomly or contradictory (or whatever term is most suited to this situation).

Well anyway, I must finish now as I think I am leaving the topic a little too much. Thank you (again) for reading for so bloody long. I admire your patience.

Will-Bob

P.S. I have also heard (apparantly or allegedly) that there were two segments of shootings approximately two hours apart. I meant to mention this earlier but as I said, I may have got a little side-tracked. Whether there were two separate shooters or group of shooters or if it was the same shooter, I don't totally understand just yet. Once again, I accept any constructive input regarding information to this subject and will just delete comments that include inflamatory (I probably have this word used in the wrong context) and derogatory components (such as calling me a dickhead regardless of the validity of your comments). As long as you have something to back your arguement (despite the lack of mine other than the CBS "Early Show" or whatever it is. That is the only place I have got information to this point so please allow me a little time to look up other sources and for other releases before anything, and yes, I am rambling). Good night...

Heroes

2007-04-05T00:25:00.000+10:00

Hey, all my hardcore followers out there,

I watched Heroes tonight. It was the crappest episode so far and Hiro couldn't save whatever her name was. It was soooooo dissappointing. She would've been great to keep in the show.

Sylar's "beginning" was shown as well in this episode, no wonder he's evil. He's one of those self-hating, self-absorbed son-of-a-bitches who was only ever going to be a psycho.

I also went for a nice ride up the highway near my house which was good, but I made the mistake of coming home early and recieveing a half hour lecture on how to look for a job from dad. Reminded me why I go riding in the after noon.

Anyway, I guess that's all that's worth writing about tonight. Not very exciting, but if you don't like it, piss off.

Football

2007-03-31T23:20:00.000+10:00

Hey all of my 1? readers out there...

I went to the footy today. It was a great game except for the last 20 minutes. I go for Kangaroos and Grant cost us the game! Hitting the post, what a tosser!

Mum fell asleep on just about every car trip that we made for the day which me and dad made fun of her about.

At the game, there was this really annoying lady in front of us always yelling. Me and mum both wanted to belt her (it's ok, she's a Collingwood supporter).

Anyway, there wasn't much else of note today other than my cousin's night out. Wish I could've gone, but I don't have any money... :( Yes, poor me, please feel sorry for me. Haha! Well the cricket, Australia v Banglades, is about to come on, so I'm going to half watch that and do some other relatively pointless things on here.

Catch y'all, Will-Bob

A quick bitch

2007-03-30T23:18:00.000+10:00

12:35am, Saturday 31st March, 2007
Just a quick thought on St. Kilda's uniform tonight. I reckon it's a bit boring, mostly because two other teams, that I know of, have white alternate uniforms, those being Brisbane and Carlton. Be good to have some really random colours that include hot pink. Now wouldnt that be interesting to watch?

And for something completely different, a fairly decent joke I got in an e-mail earlier:

A distinguished young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the priest beside here, "Father, may I ask a favor?"
"Of course. What may I do for you?"
"Well, I bought an expensive woman's electronic hair dryer for my mother's birthday that is unopened and well over the Customs limits, and I'm afraide they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through Customs for me? Under your robes perhaps?"
"I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie."
"With your honest face, Father, no one will question you."
When they got to Customs, she let the Priest go ahead of her.
The official asked, "Father, do you have anything to declare?"
"From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare."
The official thought this answer strange, so asked, "And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?"
"I have a marvelous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused."
Roaring with laughter, the official said, "Go ahead, Father. Next!"

Yesterday & Tomorrow

2007-03-30T17:00:00.000+10:00

Yesterday, I went for a drive to a farm show in Warragul. The show itself wasn't too exciting, even though one guy at a wine stand said I looked only 16. So basically, I haven't aged since I was 18 when I was told the same by one of the people that caught my bus. Talk about talent. The turkey roll that I had from the place was relatively average and the coffee was far from the best I've ever had. We got a stress test and I figured out how it worked, but I didn't cheat, anyway. Mum went off the scale on almost every question which was pretty amusing.

The drive there was worth going to the show as the road either side of Poowong was twisty as, and I regularly pulled a couple of g's on each turn. Not bad for a Learner driver in a four wheel drive if you ask me. But before you scold me, I was well within the speed limit and wasn't going beyond the limit of the car or my skill level! It is the most fun I've had in a car ever.

Tomorrow, I will be going to, hopefully, see the Kangaroos beat the Magpies despite the fact that I tipped the 'Pies for the win. Last year, dad won, and I came second in one between, me, mum, dad, and my brother. The other tipping being run by my auntie has 16 people in it and I'm really hoping to win that one, but whatever happens, happens.

Well I think that will do for this one as mum will start bitching if I don't cook tea. I could be really sexist here, but I wont be because I don't want to eliminate my huge followship of readers over something so petty. Hahaha.

Will-Bob

Stuff

2007-03-30T00:36:00.000+10:00

Well I have started yet another blog on the same site that I had one or two other blogs as well (one was shared with a mate).
Anyway, I guess I will start with the fact that this may or may not contain controversial issues and I am open to debate, but I wont even consider replying to someone who is just abusive and will probably just delete such comments. If you're going to bitch about me putting unimportant, pointless, boring, and/or personal blogs here, you can just piss off now, alright.
I guess there are a few reasons I will blog:
1. Something "exciting", "important", or "life-changing" to me.
2. Critiquing, usually about restaurants, but also movies, tv shows, fairs, shows, etc. (I will correct that word soon, I can't be arsed doing that right now).
3. Conveying MY thoughts about things in the news and other media.
4. To bitch in relative anonymity about family, friends and life in general.
5. Whatever else comes to mind.
Well I guess that will do for my virgin breaking blog as I want to go to sleep.