They stick out like a sore thumb
You can’t take us anywhere, right? Even to our own city. Obviously conrad fits in… He said the Australian word for ‘freaking’ twice, with linux.conf.au smack bang in the middle. I believe the correct response is “oath”, with the obligatory exclamation mark (eg. “oath!”).
Had pizzas the other night: Crocodile, Kangaroo and Emu. The fact that we can eat our coat of arms was brought to my attention. Yes… so uniquely Australian. However, it did provide some ammunition for the traditional “scare the crap out of random Yanks bearing cameras” schtick when I went out the next night.
And what fun that was…
I went out with my ex-girlfriend (are you reading between the lines yet? No? Yes I am still hopelessly in love with her… That’s how these things work). There’s a carpark right on the harbour waiting to be demolished after the Olympics, so our kind and generous Lord Mayor has allowed it to be used for “youthful celebration” (henceforth referred to as “YC”). YC means having a thirty metre bar and taking over a multi-level carpark with numerous thinly defined variations upon the “doof doof doof” theme on each level.
Simone had to go home earlyish because the hockey was on the next day, and she had to leave at 6AM. Look how twisted and fucked up this country is: Someone finally turns the lights on after 1AM in this city and every second pathetic mug is carting themselves off to see “sport”. Feh. That’s not sport – the sweat behind your knees after dancing for three hours straight (choose your punctuation how you will) is evidence of true sport. Although the drug testing isn’t quite as stringent.
Or did I mean hacking? Sadly I did nothing interesting Free Software-wise this week. Mainly working on INTERWEB crapola… and enjoying the feverish city. Starting to worry that my rampant cynicism is disfiguring itself into some kind of evil, Elephant Man-esque patriotism.