Monday, November 22, 2004

'Just because you're a lumberjack'


I'm currently working on uploading my photos from the other night, each is about 1mb, and stunning quality, and bloody huge.

Unfortunately for you, my little friends, I am too lazy to figure out how to resize them on the G5, so sucks to be you, o ye of little modem.

Valedictory was excellent, and well worth going to. I actually managed to use some of those '1337' dancing skills we picked up all those weeks ago. Most of the time was spent talking, waiting for food, and taking photos.

Everyone has nicked off to Schoolies [dirty hobos they are], and I'm back in Toowoomba because I enjoy earning money.

...and drinking Boost Juice Mango Magic Smoothies...

*cough*

lol

I managed to have a few photos taken with my girls, and Owen Studios took some great photos of the Ratpack and the collective group of us. We even had a Pass the Colette photo.

^_^

Owen had the foresight to put all of these photos online for us, but they don't let us download them at a decent pixel size.

....also we have to pay $11 for the smallest print.

..and there are so many photos I wish to buy...

There's something mentioned about getting them on CD, but I don't know the fine details of that...

Ah well
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Thursday, November 18, 2004

'Do not quake in fear, the stock boy is here'


Aha! I have the best job in the history of the world. Well, aside from the french scientist that got to press the 'detonate' button for all those nuclear bomb tests...that'd be pretty cool..

^_^;

Sorry, been working, going to bed
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Tuesday, November 16, 2004

'and the aptly named Sir Not-appearing-in-this-film...'

Well, yesterday was awesome. I had a great time at work, I couldn't believe it when I relised my shift was over, everything had zipped by so quickly.

In the last 10 minutes of my shift or so, Emily wanders in, and we talked for a little bit, while Geoff [Workmate] stood behind her, giving me meaningful looks and mouthing 'Who's she.'

So hard not to laugh, lol.

So she left and Geoff gave me another one of the looks, and I just laughed at him and said, 'she's just a friend from school.' I probably should have added, 'and no, you can't go out with her.'

lol

After I'd finished, I wandered up to the BCC movie thingy to get picked up, and who should walk past but marbar. He invited me to go bumming around Toowoomba with him and Emily, so I did. Dad was happy to give me money [but I have to pay him back now that I have a job, lol] and agreed to pick me up later.

So we wandered around for a while, went to Garden Town and found out that marbar's head is too small for normal people's glasses. Ha, kid's section.

*cough*

^_^;;

Bah. I just get on to type this after doing the dishes and Dad gets home and tells me to, 'Do the washing, hang it out, vacuum the house, tidy the house, wash the floors, dry the dishes, tidy the house and then mow the lawn'

Wow, gee, thanks.

Anyhow, moving on [Now that I've got all of the chores done].

I had the weirdest combination of dreams last night. The cast of last night's performance consisted soley of year 12 Downlands students, friends and acquaintances.

I have a vague recollection of the evening. As far as I can tell, it started off with a crazy match of indoor Skirmish, except we had muskets and the guns were hopelessly innacurate. For most of it I spent my time behind a concrete wall that strangely reminded me of 'Hang 'em High' on Halo.

For some reason marbar was there, and we basically complained about how crap the guns were and that we needed our money back. And then somehow I managed to turn mine into a highly innacurate semi-automatic...

Something about parking a car that was directly linked to another so that when one car did something, the other did the same...

Okay, so the previous two ones weren't that strange, but the main dream [the one I remember the most of] was crazy [note the bold type].

For some reason I was in the New Mombasa map of Halo 2 the area where you have to hold position with Sarge. So I'm standing around there, holding a toy that shoots foam discs, for no apparent reason.

There's a lot of people there, all year 12's from school, dressed in the uniform. I state something along the lines of 'this gun is crap, anyone got a battle rifle?'

So I'm running around looking for something, for some reason looking for the 'X button' to appear so I can trade weapons.

lol

There's more.

I manage to make my way to the middle level of the tower, and look out to see that the adobe area of New Mombasa has been combined with Downlands College...and instead of the Covenant attacking, it's [don't ask me why, I haven't read any of the Tales of the Otori for a while] a Samuri Army.

What. The. Hell.

lol

All these Downlands Students are standing out on the grass, facing the swimming pool, while all these Samuri footsoldiers try to attack them.

So I'm running around, and Zoe of all people [Acquaintance, rarely speak to, but she's nice], gives me a dirty great sniper rifle.

'Here you go, I don't know how to use it.'

I pull it out of the cardboard box [Why? Why?] and I find that, while it does look proficient, it's missing a scope and ammunition. I ask why they're missing, and she responds,

'Well my sister was in the car, and I didn't have time to grab them'

'Hello? Apocalypse!'

So I give it back to her and run downstairs to find Nick Adams cleaning and polishing the original 12.7mm scoped Pistol from Halo...during a Maths B lesson. I go to snatch it, and he says 'no, bugger orf, get your own.'

My response, 'Master Chief gets all the guns and armour he wants..'

The Quest continues. I wander out onto the campus, past the Graham Centre [still holding the foam disc thing] and past a defensive line of students on the steps. I break into a run, and see about five men on horseback, with another on horseback at the top of the steps with a flag.

Yay! Samuri!

I spray the discs at them, ineffectively, and, not surprisingly, run like crazy.

I go back to the defensive line to swap weapons, only to find that they're armed with halberds and 16th century cannons.

I turn around and run, somehow leaping into the ceiling, while all these guys on horses and full samuri armour look up at me. And for some obscure reason, Fr Uhr is wandering aimlessly between them.

And so I start throwing 'grenades,' which basically consist of red flour bombs, which do nothing. And then suddenly I through a frag, which bounces off the guys armour, and gets stuck to his horse. It explodes, and Fr Uhr somehow bounces to safety.

I can't remember the rest, but yeah, crazy. Oh and I swear Bismarck was there, holding a 16th century full-size cannon.

Goin' to play Morrowind
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Sunday, November 14, 2004

'Three out of four voices in my head said I should stay home and clean the guns.'


Yay! Webcamming is fun. Now all I have to do is find away to profit from selling my lucrative man-flesh to my audience.

I mean..uh...*shifty*

Well, Juu has been my only audience member, and our cam conversation involved random stuff. Hooray for the teh Giraffe!.

..with random interludes of 56k bites and this computer is going to hell and dragging me with it...

lol

...it even froze up when I was playing Morrowind. The horror..

x.x;;

Ah well, I have cam, will show off myself for money. I mean, for entertainment, you dirty minded fellows...

*cough*


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Thursday, November 11, 2004

'It's funny because I have a plasma sword, and I stabbed him in the face with it'


Cower in fear ye puny mortals, for I, Liam, am all powerful with our new G5 mac. Ye may affix your drool bibs for your inner geek. It is white, and shiny, and 17" of pure goodness.

I'm sure you all love my new russian theme. No school, plenty of time. You get that. I get to keep the old computer, which is now in my room with all the Morrowind goodness.

I love Apple, I really do. Bless those little hackers and the muse that encouraged them to go into business against Bill Gates all those years ago.

Also ye may cower because Cam and I own your souls at Halo 2...and Halo.

So much fun. I must admit, I had my misgivings at first, but...oh so good. The moment you continually slap a Hunter and force him up a ramp and down a corridor, that moment is bliss. I just kept slapping away, and he literally cowered before me, involuntarily being forced backwards by the sheer amount of blows.

*happy sigh*

I love this game. Mmm...twin needlers...

Ugh, I suppose I'd better set up the other computer in my room. It won't have internet because our Dlink modem doesn't have two ports, but you get that. I'm quite happy to use this one.
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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

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'So many stupid people, not enough bullets in a clip'


You know what's absolutely beautiful? Aside from my strikingly good looks [*strike!*] of course.

Finishing 12 years of formal compulsory Queensland education. I've just completed my last exam and it was good.

What makes it absolutely beautiful is the fact that I now have seven days off before I have to go back for housekeeping stuff.

7 days, I hear you cry.

Try 7 days filled with Halo 2

I invested 1 1/2 hours of Physics study in playing it, and it was the best investment of Physics time in the history of the world.

For those of you interested in playing for yourself, skip a couple paragraphs for your inner gamer's sake. I'm sick to death of reading Gabe just whinge and whinge about Halo, good on him, he's made his point. Just shut up.

Bungie has gone from the simplicity of the original Halo to all this complex stuff that is irritating at first, of course, but so rewarding when you start getting interested.

For instance, the entire original Halo consisted of point A to point B, with brief stops and etc. The interesting point here is that Halo 2 is exactly the same in that regard, but there are so many roses on the way to stop and sniff.

For instance, you can go up to a Marine who's holding a rocket, press X, and you swap weapons with him. The funny thing is, I swapped a Battle Rifle for it with him, and he says 'Oh man, come onnnn...'

lol

Nice. When you swap a sniper for a rifle, however, they say something along the lines of 'Hey man, I'm not complaining...'

lets not forget, leaping off a bridge onto the back of a giant walking alien robot thing zapper shooty shiny...running out of adjectives...

It has issues, for instance, the sound is crap unless you have a good TV/or if it's loud. When the volume is down low, it's really quite tinny.

The graphics are pretty sweet, however. The gameplay is a helluva lot more intense. Halo will still be played at LAN's, however.

I have a staff meeting, so I suppose I should get ready to have a shower.

*waves*

EDIT: It's funny, because we got Halo 2 first

Oo! Just found this:

Calvin and Halo
http://nikon.bungie.org/misc/ch.html?image=ch7
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Saturday, November 6, 2004

'Sorry, I just haven't been the same since that house fell on my sister.'



Well, I finally posted in SYF, just like I promised I would. I'm currently sitting at home, sick, from church because I had too many late nights in a row, and it killed me. I've completed three canvasses for my art, and it looks like that's where it's going to stay.

I'm pleased to admit that I am loving my work, and surprised at how easy it is to sell stuff. I had my misgivings at first, but Australian Geographic has the best work environment.

For instance, we have this new 'Space Challenger' things in. It's basically a gun that shoots this little foam rings and makes zappy noises. Everyone should know what I'm talking about.

Anyhow, there's bazillions of people in the shop [from 11-4 on Saturdays, Toowoomba is a zoo, Grace and Tenille [senior casuals] open up a couple of boxes of these guns and start shooting people in the shop with them, for no apparent reason.

lol

Customers should be grateful we don't stock Nerf, lol. Mind you, we do have giant foam pump rockets.

Grace is already planning on attacking the information booth just outside our office sometime during December.

lol

So much fun. Fun+money= ace.

Welp, I'm going to be playing games now.

[Stolen from Juu]
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression [of me]?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?
16. What song are you listening to right now?
17. Do you love me?


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Friday, November 5, 2004

'Custer got Siouxed'
My formal secondary education has officially been completed. No more regular classes for me!

Just four exams and then I'm done.

Today was excellent, filled with waterbombs and food. And a buckets and buckets of rain, and pool swimming and even more waterbombs.

Last year it was a stinking hot day when the 12's finished, around 35 degrees celsius, and they were logically able to comfortably complete the year 12 tradition.

Year 12 tradition= leaping into the school pool fully uniformed when schooling is complete.

One massive pool party. ^_^

The entire day is spent playing 'hunt the younger grades!'

Hence why the day is named, 'Muck up day'

The funny thing is that it was pouring rain and we were still tossing waterbombs and such, so much fun.

And then just leaping into the pool, great fun.

Well, a couple friends are gathering and watching Black Books...and I'm not allowed to go.

Bah.
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Thursday, November 4, 2004

It's currently 0:18, how about you think of something witty.


I'm still alive and I managed to complete my chem assignment, officially my last written assignment for my secondary education.

I would have been done two hours earlier, but I had to go and do home teaching, which I had completely forgotten about.

I'm going to sleep.

A lot of thanks is to be given to Harley and Marbar for some excellent resources that I could not have found on my own.

[And why is it exactly that I feel wide awake but my brain is like cotton wool?]
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