Childhood obsession meets adult obsession. I must have this.
The Most Unfortunate Use of Hyperbolic Language Award
…the envelope please.
And the award goes to UnansweredQuestions.org for this little effort regarding the September 11 attacks on New York :
We here at Unanswered Questions are gearing up for the release of the documentary short by Guerilla News Network – AfterMath: Unanswered Questions of 9/11 , in which UQ had a hand. Completed portions of the documentary can be viewed at the previous link – but stay tuned for the whole thing, it will blow you away.
This & That But Mainly Hockey
The meeting went well last night. They all think I am a genius – just goes to show how easily people can be fooled.
This morning I checked the sport section of The Age and what do I find on page 4, upper left corner? A picture of Tod Bertuzzi and a one paragraph write up of my Canucks win over The Rangers. To live in a city of four million people that boasts just two dilapidated ice rinks and find a story on hockey, with a picture, and on my team was a great surprise. Good start to a week.
To keep the Canadian thing going I heard from Jen last night – my Vancouver friend. It was she who started my whole hockey craze when I went to visit way back in December 1999. I hadn’t heard from her in ages so this message was a welcome bolt from the blue.
Rob’s A Legend
Rob (Rae’s brother) spent all of yesterday afternoon in sweltering heat ripping the stereo out of her car and swapping it with mine. Why? Read Rae’s blog – she’ll no doubt be telling all tomorrow.
Mean time I have a cool stereo at last. Next project – speakers that don’t come from a transistor radio so I can hear it properly.
Too Dam Hot
It’s really too hot to do anything. I know, it’s only low 30’s but I’ll take any excuse to call a lazy weekend. I have been working on the new Melbourne Ice site (if you promise not to tell anyone you can see the first half of a bit of a page here) and listening to the Canucks play the Rangers live from Vancouver. There’s a meeting tonight to discuss the site – I’d forgotten about the whole volunteer thing and its oddly timed meetings. Sunday 8.00pm is not a normal time for me to be venturing out to discuss a site.
And This Is What You Get
The Ceremony today (see post) has come and gone.
10 years service and I get a pin, shake of the hand from the CEO and a ribbon sandwich. It’s all down hill from here.
Doggies Fans?
If you read my blog semi-regularly you should know I’m a Tiger’s fan so what comes next may sound a little funny.
If you’re a Doggies supporter please buy a membership. Your team is in trouble – it needs you.
Where Did Someone Put That Decade?
Work is particularly oppressive today. Looming as large as Everest is the Staff Recognition Ceremony at 2.30 pm. Whilst it doesn’t involve chanting, nudity or flagellation of any type as the best ceremonies do (budget cuts, you know) it does involve reminding me that I’ve been here for over ten years (just a few months shy of 11 actually).
I can still remember the day back in 1992. It was the depths of the recession-we-had-to-have and the place I was working for went belly up. Being a poor uni student who was toying with third year studies and still needed to pay his rent I ran straight to student employment and asked if they had anything. The lovely lady behind the desk obviously saw the desperation in my eyes. “Well” she said, “we do have a position at a hospital. Applications have closed but if you get your resume to me in an hour I’ll put it in the pile.” I raced to the computer center, typed up something in Word Perfect 5.1, printed it on a dot matrix printer and ran back.
I made it, she put it and almost eleven years later I haven’t got around to leaving.
Funny old thing this life.
Get Your Money On Now
Don’t Mention The Exorcist
Well, I guess I was tempting fate making the Linda Blair comparison (see yesterday) – last night Phee vomited in such a way to make Miss Blair look like a rank amateur – and all over a two hour effort to get her to eat one yummy home-made-fresh-from-the-barbie hamburger.
As Rae pointed out we’ve decided the best way to avoid such battles is to never start the war. From now peace and tranquillity shall reign at our meal times and hopefully impressions of possessed adolescents will be a thing of the past (or future).