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Hello again racefans!

I have been very bouncy today! I was up at 6am, courtesty of the husband leaving for work, and the fact that the sleeping tablets I take to counteract my meds cause me to be unable to get back to sleep once I wake up. Went grocery shopping, and was wiggling my tush down the aisle, bopping to the background music of Grease whist pushing the trolley.

The reason for my bounciness has much to do with last night, where Adam and I attended an industry-related function involving tickets to see Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith. I’m not going to spoil the movie, but I will say it’s a definite must-see!!! Anyway, the upshot is not only did I meet a few from industry, but I chatted to the boss, the boss’s boss, and then pretty much managed to sort out possible work experience with them, which sure as hell takes a weight off my shoulders! I felt very swish after that! The function itself was a complete treat… pre-dinner drinks and canape’s, our own theatre in which to watch Star Wars 3, free popcorn and coke, and not to mention some big chances to network! I feel quite motivated by all of this. Adam absolutely adored the function… he says he could get quite used to that lifestyle!

I’m off now to get ready to play night golf tonight at Killara Golf Club. All I know is that it is going to be very cold, and even more difficult considering I will barely be able to see where the club is in relation to the ball. As long as I hit a good one from the first tee, I will be quite happy!

Later, people!

“Charges against her are proven”.

She was found “guilty” and sentenced to 20 years imprisonment.

What do you think??

Hello racefans!

Well, so ends my 24-hour stint on Gaydar.com.au. Yes, for reasons unbeknownst to even me, I decided to sign up again with a new profile. I think it was mainly procrastination techniques, and a little bit of tongue-in-cheek fun with the boy.

In that 24 hours, I recieved 15 messages, 267 profile hits, and numerous offers of sex. I have to say, I had great fun teasing the “hey ur cute wanna shag” dimwits. Vanity, thy name is Gus.
Got bored of it though, proved my point to the boy, so the profile is gone. *sighs* oh well!!

As people might have gathered from last night’s post… things are just very stressful around here. Both Adam and myself are lacking sleep, feeling yukky, stressed out with uni, in tight financial situations, those kind of things. It will be over soon.. it’s just this time of year methinks.

Am really looking forward to tonight and the free tix to Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith. I’ve heard mixed reviews, and I have to say I don’t give a shit. I go because I love the music of John Williams, and I think Hayden Christiansen is a hottie, even though he can’t act.

Here is a garfield comic for today… I only recently found the feed… I used to love Garfield so much as a kid. Mmmm… lasagna….

Hrrrm.

It’s been a busy day today.

I’m not feeling nearly as good today. I feel unwell, unmotivated and very unattractive.

Then again, that could well be because I wore ugg boots to uni today. Maybe that’s why no-one would talk to me.

Or that I am very tired and irritable.

I need hugz *pouts*

Hello, World.

We can never hope to realise what life is all about. The moment anyone figures out exactly why the universe is here, theory dictates that it the universe will then disappear and be replaced by something even more inexplicable and bizarre. Such is the nature of the beast.

I’ve been having trouble sleeping these past nights… I’m not sure why but here I am at 12:30am on Monday morning, fully awake and expecting to be for the next few hours. Last I filled the void by getting some more work done on my Digital Signals Processing assignment… it was an amusing sight as I was sitting at the desk with a headset on, talking to the computer in the vain hope that it would understand me. Needless to say, MATLAB and I are now sworn enemies.

On the good side, I spent some quality time with Mum today, playing golf with her up at Killara Golf Club. Whilst I still have a lot of work to do on my swing, I’m getting a lot more consistent and my short game is becoming a lot more controlled. For once, I didn’t embarrass myself completely off the 1st tee in front of the clubhouse… I hit a beauty that sailed straight down the fairway. The second shot.. well that was another story. However nobody saw, so it doesn’t count! I’m playing night golf with Mum on Friday night, which should be quite fun! The balls glow… eerie!

I’m also looking forward to Thursday night, where I have … acquired tickets to go see Star Wars III for free at Fox Studios. This is not just any free tickets: it includes pre-dinner drinks, being pampered by a telecommunications company, and a chance to make good contacts in the industry. Watch this space people… Gus is on a mission to actually do something proactive for his career, rather than just sit around and hope he finishes his degree. Needless to say I’m getting completely fed up with uni, and it’s about time I remembered the reason why I’m here in the first place.

So that’s Gus’ life so far. I was going to have a blast at writing about Young Liberals president Alex Hawke, after the buffoon was publicly berated by the NSW Lib party, but my interests about political writing at this time of night are quite negligible.

Take care everyone *hugz*

I have to say I am absolutely disgusted by events that have been uncovered tonight. I, of course, refer to Home and Away (aka “Homos and Gays”), a show which I am embarrassed to say I watch as it usually coincides with dinner and I refuse to watch Big Brother.

The issue tonight is with the character Diesel, played by new actor Marcus Jacometti. I have to say, when I saw him, my heart raced. Possibly one of the cutest boys I have seen on screen in a long time (with the exception, of course, of Dieter Brummer). They worked the show up in the past two episodes so that we’re almost convinced he’s gay. He shows all the signs, does the “denial” phases and everything. Then, just when I thought there might be an actual gay character on the series, as well as have me almost dumping my boyfriend so I could stalk him, we find out he’s in love with his (female) teacher. I was sooooo let down !!!

Anyway, enough of my gossipy talk.

Today’s been a success in many ways, but I’m feeling the brunt of it. I managed to get my essay in on time, having completed it at 5am this morning. I think I did ok with it… there are so many more assignments to do however. The next on the hitlist is a Speech Recognition Program using my old nemesis, MATLAB. I’m running very short on money, so I will have to get some work in as well.

I read a very interesting article by a fellow LJ user, who is already known to some on this list. It’s regarding Australian Queer Politics, by . For those interested, look here. His own journal is quite hard to read because of the colour choice, so hopefully it should display in your own colour. I found it quite interesting anyway.

Hello, World.

Desklamp hovering over the laptop in a darkened room, empty coffee cup beside me, Kylie on the headphones.
The joys of a late-night assignment.

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There is an element of romanticism of the late-night assignment. For me, it always invokes memories of my days of living on campus. It’s 4am, and I’m in my little brick-walled room, lit only by a single desklamp and a small computer monitor. A select number of empty cups resting on a coffee-stained pad of pencilled scrawls and diagrams. An ashtray full to the brim. Smooth jazz echoing through my mind as I smile to myself, feeling somewhat accomplished after persuading that last bit of code to compile. Davo hands me a cigarette and a lighter. “Nice one, bruva“.
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So much of me just wants to leave it… wake up tomorrow and give it a fresh start. However, that’s what I said last night, and here I am.

I’m not sure whether I should be happy or not with how uni is progressing so far. I’m achieving fairly mediocre marks at the moment, probably a high pass / low credit average at best. Really… how can I be complaining? I think I’ve failed to realise just how far I’ve come. My marks have been slipping consistently over the past few years, with 4 fails now appearing on my transcript, and that doesn’t include the numerous subjects I’ve discontinued due to “health reasons”. I should be damn proud that I’m passing everything, and even getting everything in on time. Then again, I am and have always been my harshest critic.

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Get well Kylie… your disco needs you!

Good evening to all.

I must be absolutely bonkers. Today the doc tried a new technique on me, in the final battle to overcome my seemingly obstinate and stubborn mind … hypnotherapy. And more of it is yet to come. If I start clucking like a chicken… tell me, ok? Oh, and he upped the meds too. *sighs*.

I have taken this weekend off work in order to get some real uni work done. 4 assignments due next week, including some pretty serious major assignments. It’s that time of year, folks! Both Adam and I are going to be working flat out over the next few days, so it seems. The upside is that we’ve gotten ourselves a few luxuries. Adam has bought some plants for the living room… I know nothing about florae and take absolutely no responsibility for their survival. My ability to kill supposedly indestructible plants is notorious. So we got that, and the new edition of DNA for the bathroom library. Good edition… some extremely hot boys! My fridge has a new magnet… a great addition if I say so myself.

The only problem with this edition is an article by bloody Rodney Croome. Now, usually I keep my queer political views to myself, but this guy is just too much. A pompous little prick pretending he speaks for all of us, and purporting seemingly heterophobic propaganda. The world is out to get us, folks! We are the oppressed! We are second-class citizens! Revolt, comrades, revolt! Never in my life have I ever heard so much shit. If I, being very moderately conservative, can’t take this guy seriously, then what are the chances that anyone in power would? What a wanker.

Ohhhh that felt good…. I should let it out more often!!!

Managed to fulfil my civic duty at uni today and avoid voting in the union elections. Those starry-eyed days of naively believing my vote could help some bright new wannabe fulfil their dreams of creating a better CV with the words “Union Board Director” on it are well and truly over. My views on Student Unionism are not just jaded… there is actually some amusement as to how much effort is put into such a meaningless activity.

Last night was a lot of fun… I took time out to see Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy with the boy, not just because I have been desperately wanting to see the movie, but also because it was Super Tuesday and tix were only $5.50 each!

Having previously read the book, I had at least some indication of what to expect in the movie… at least in reference to the storyline. Adam ( ) had not read the book, and had no idea what to expect. I still fear he doesn’t know what the hell went on in that movie. I have to say, I enjoyed it thoroughly. It’s not so much the quality of the movie, but the kind of thinking it represents.

That’s where Adam and I are at complete polar opposites… I have no problem with the concept that mice run the earth, and that the Answer is 42. However, when I start trying to explain the concept of the Infinite Improbability Drive to the husband, he pats me on the head and (albeit affectionately) calls me a fruitcake.

For all my posts on here, I have rarely delved into my philosophical opinions online. I have no problem with thinking laterally… it seems perfectly plausible that we could all be killed on a whim by some bad-tempered aliens. After all, it’s our own fault we didn’t listen to the dolphins. I’ve always thought that our lives here… they may well be so darn inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. So why do we take it all so bloody seriously? We go to work, live out our lives struggling to be something more, only to find out that it was all a big joke, and that the answer we were looking for all our lives was actually 42.

It reminds me of the words coined by Elbert Hubbard who stated quite aptly:

Don’t take life too seriously… you’ll never get out of it alive!

Thank you to all who posted a reply to my last post. I have decided to take up the approach of creating a secondary site for professional purposes, www.volaciousnet.com , which I registered sometime last year, but never used except as a redirect to www.volacious.net.au. In the meantime, I’ve received a few other … unsavoury (yet somehow amusing) comments to some of my pictures.

I’m starting to learn that the blogging world is somewhat elitist. Suffering notable derision are LiveJournallers, who, according to Gayety.Net’s , are aptly fond of describing what they had for lunch. Success is measured by hits / day, and cliques seem to be relatively common. In a world where there are now something like 3 million independent bloggers worldwide (NOT including the 7 million users of LiveJournal or other mass-blogging sites), it seems as though an entirely new social ecosystem is forming in the blogging world that combines political aspirations, narcissism, social networking and good old-fashioned geekiness. A social heirachy is evident, with the journalists and professional bloggers usually hitting the top ranks, then comes the activists, with a ranking system going all the way down to the the LiveJournal-dwellers. Bloggers are also interacting socially, with events like Grog Blog being held, but for what purpose I’m not entirely sure.

I can forsee this is going to create an interesting social network. All over our lives, we will see a criss-cross of heirarchies, with professional, social, and now online adding to our list of identities where rank is invoked. It is such an interesting world…

On that note, I decided the other night to redesign the ol’ logo that got shot down all those months ago . I sat on the train on Mother’s Day, with a pen and notepad, and came up with this design after some time. I also went and redesigned the page header, which I think looks more funky than the old one. Any ideas?

New logo: