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Monday, September 1st, 2008
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2:26 pm - A modest attempt at Google-bombing
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| Friday, May 16th, 2008
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5:41 pm - Posted without further comment (the jokes write themselves)
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| Saturday, January 19th, 2008
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6:03 pm - Good News Week and the writers’ strike
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Everyone here seems to support the writers’ strike. Which is as it should be, I suppose, though it feels a bit weird to see those kinds of slogans in the LJ icons of people a continent or two away from Hollywood. Not watching much in the way of new TV, I’m kind of indifferent about it, though the writers damn well deserve the extra cash.
The problems start when Aussie TV networks try to make up for the shortfall in between-ad filler by ramping back up their production of “quality” local content, when they previously were often happy to get by with the bare minimum required by law. Australian TV is on the whole no better than American TV, and much less likely to have big-budget special effects to at least distract the viewer from the crap, so this is by no means a good thing. (Americans who complain about the quality of the popular culture they export should first check out the shit other countries produce.)
And then there’s this bit of news. Given the Chasers are running out of steam, it should be nice to have Good News Week back (Brits, think Have I Got News For You; Americans, think of a cross between Fark.com without the boobs-and-beer fixation and The Daily Show with the gloves off) but this could all go so very, very wrong . . .
Especially since there’s no mention of Mikey Robbins or Julie McCrossin coming back. And the beginning of the end for GNW the first time round was its going on a commercial network in the first place and losing the energy it had as a half-hour-no-ads show.
Oh well, fingers crossed . . .
current mood:  tired
current music: Pulp, "Monday Morning"
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| Sunday, November 25th, 2007
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2:55 am - On behalf of the people of Australia, I am proud to be able to say . . .
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| Sunday, August 5th, 2007
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2:54 pm - Email address change
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(blows away cobwebs) Does this thing still work?
Am still alive. May start posting fic here—y'know, right when everyone else is leaving—if I get any into a fit state to publish.
Have new e-mail address (the old one will stop working in a couple of weeks):
caira (dot) canto [at] yahoo /dot/ com {dot} au
So, what happens if I push this bu—
current mood:  chipper
current music: Manic Street Preachers, "Imperial Bodybags"
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| Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007
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12:03 am - Randomness
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| Sunday, February 19th, 2006
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2:47 pm
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I'm learning LaTeX.
Voluntarily.
Those on my flist who know what it is, know where to send the nice men in white coats.
current mood:  confused
current music: Beethoven's 6th
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| Monday, January 16th, 2006
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9:53 pm - Filling in numbers
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Every morning, after rousing myself with sound effects King Kong would run from in terror, I sit down to breakfast with the local Murdoch tabloid, and the fresh wit, wisdom and insight into world affairs offered by its Su Doku puzzle. And get distinctly cranky if interrupted before I've either got the thing done or given up in frustration.
Observing this, my doting parental units got me a Su Doku board game (seriously) for Christmas. I had a sneaking suspicion it was a quick and cheap commercialisation of the trend and an unintentional gag gift, and so it remained in the shrinkwrap until this afternoon. Flipping through the rulebook for multi-player games confirmed my suspicions — not to mention actually playing through a puzzle with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) athe_fionavar and finding that the game's Scrabblesque tiles come in a startling variety of thicknesses and with one number seven too many. Thus I've spent perfectly good fic-writing time today coming up with new rules that might actually challenge someone who's actually finished a puzzle without peeking before (mostly by ripping off Scrabble, but hey, steal from the best...).
So, now, plans: 1) Try and get in the daily quota of writing I promised myself I'd try and get done and still go to bed early enough to be awake for my appointment at uni tomorrow and 2) Try and find volunteers to test the game out on with...
current mood:  geeky
current music: Nirvana, "Serve the Servants"
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| Tuesday, October 4th, 2005
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9:58 pm - *blows away the cobwebs*
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Back from visiting floopyboo in Echuca, (had a great time, am now utterly exhausted, which is an annoying side-effect from getting three hours' sleep in a car park in Kerang) and now I'm back I'm finding out exactly how bad Adelaide tap water really tastes. Thinking about getting back into writing, putting the old fics on here and getting them off yet another ad-flooded get-what-you-pay-for free web host, maybe writing some new ones — like I always do when I've got uni essays I really don't have any time left to procrastinate on. On verra.
current mood:  sleepy
current music: "A Case of You", Joni Mitchell
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| Thursday, July 28th, 2005
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10:16 pm
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| Thursday, December 23rd, 2004
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6:11 pm - Well, if two people at once on my tiny watchlist are doing it...
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... I may as well bandwagon. So here it is, the Ten Songs Meme/Quiz:
step 1: get your playlist together, put it on random, and play.
step 2: pick your favorite lines from the first 10 songs. (that is, the first ten songs that have english words.) (What, no French? No Japanese? Wimps.) try not to quote the song title.
step 3: post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from. (And no Googling, please; that's cheap.) (Go ahead and google #2, it won't help you... *evil laugh*)
step 4: cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
1. "Epic trouble in slumberland / forgot the dreams that I had / because of the trouble in my hand..."
2. "Yer gonna rip me up, man / you blew it..."
3. "The destiny I chose / all becoming clear / The currents have their say / the time is drawing near..." floopyboo
4. "I drew a map of Canada, oh Canada / with your face sketched on it twice..." butterflykiki
5. "In the summer sun / as we two are one / swaying..."
6. "I'm forgetting to draw breath / while everything about us burns..." floopyboo
7. "I can print / This picture won't tell you what I mean..."
8. "Warm wind blows my skin to red / I can't change what hasn't, hasn't been said..."
9. "You can go now / you can go now / you're already in there..." athe_fionavar
10. "By the time / the oleander is falling from bloom / and the tears of the crocodile water the sun..."
current mood: bored
current music: "From Her To Eternity", Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
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| Friday, November 5th, 2004
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3:17 pm - My first icon
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... sums things up, really. We will fight on. Idea by vivian_shaw, poetry by Edna Millay, Australianisation by yours truly. Steal, with credit, at will.
current mood:  contemplative
current music: The Smashing Pumpkins, "Waiting"
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| Saturday, October 9th, 2004
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11:12 pm - Aussie election results...
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Worst case scenario. The Libs not only increased their majority in the Lower House but took half the Senate as well.
Is there anywhere in Canada with a decent climate and cheap real estate? I want to get in quick, in case Bush wins... Toronto's nice, right?
current mood:  aggravated
current music: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, "Red Right Hand"
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| Wednesday, August 4th, 2004
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7:38 pm - Back in the City of Churches from a country full of 'em.
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| Wednesday, June 30th, 2004
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9:05 am - 行きますよ。
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Writing from Narita airport --- God bless self-promoting ISPs.
I didn't realise just how bloody pretty Adelaide looked from the air at night --- "the city in her pearls, a sixties ballgown" said the poem above the bus window, but that was no preparation. It was stunning, threads curling down into the plains grid through, around and occasionally in spite of the hills like the wrapping on the Platonic ideal of a great Christmas present. Passing low over the centre of town, I could see individual cars Pac-manning their way around, though not quite individuals (presumably they'd all been eaten by the cars...) Then again, what Adelaide only rarely has the nerve, and never the right, to call a nightlife on a Tuesday really should stay well away from any source of light in shame at their hopeless naivety.
They screened the news on my flight to Sydney; our fearless PM is far more tolerable a TV personality when you can't hear his voice. Now if only they'd get rid of the subtitles as well...
(there would have been more, but this stupid browser ate it)
current mood: I can't sleep airborne. Guess.
current music: Automated airport message in 日本語 even I can understand...
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| Monday, June 28th, 2004
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8:35 pm - Warning: this post contains occasional coarse language. Well, it is about exams, after all.
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Had my last exam today --- one of those Maths subjects you can use the names of to frighten small children into submission. And I was reasonably confident, for once: I'd done quite well in the written assignments during semester (admittedly with a little help from my friends) and I'd aced the computing crap (and that was all on my own). I'd studied much better than usual (admittedly this is not saying much), had gotten past exam questions done (sometimes even correctly!) and I'd even written up a little formula sheet with all the theorems and definitions I'd need to memorise on it. And spent ages staring at it and rewriting it and taking notes and muttering to myself like a madman, or possibly a secret agent in a particularly incompetent terrorist organisation ("... and when the formula is exact, Meester Bond, dee eff by dee enn is equal to nought! Mwa-ha-ha-ha-haaah!"). So, did I remember anything on it after I got in the exam room? Did I fuck. Well, maybe I'll pass the subject.
The good news is, soon I'll be a very long way from that gah-damned exam room. Like a continent or two. The See athe_fionavar Again fund has come to fruition, and I'm off to Poland for three and a half weeks tomorrow evening, give or take a couple of days in various aeroplanes. Fuck yeah. (basks in glow of own happiness, in anticipation of basking in athe_fionavar's) I may drop in on Lj and the greater fandom world once or twice, but most likely you're rid of me until I get back to Oz. And find out my uni grades. Well, I knew there had to be a downside... ;o/
current music: Edith Piaf, "Je ne regrette rien"
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| Wednesday, June 9th, 2004
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6:26 pm - Mam nowy słownik...
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..i ponieważ muszę ćwiczyć moje język polski, będę nudzić wszelki przez czytać o tym słowniku. I co też myślem. Problem jest, że słownik skieruje polscy studenci języku angielskiego --- nie ludzie jak mnie, których język oczysty jest angielski ale chcieć uczyć się języka polskiego. Tak, jesteśmy niewielu i zrobić wsystko dla nas może nie jest opłacalny, a przynajmniej autorzy mogliby tłumaczyć na angielski spis treści!
Ach. Zapominałem, że uczyć się nowy język obcy jest bardzo męczący. That'll do. I think I'll spend the rest of the evening trying to make sense of the news.
current mood: tired
current music: "Gloria", Patti Smith
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| Monday, June 7th, 2004
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4:52 pm - I am beyond help.
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Other people on LJ squee when they get new photos of their favourite actor or their favourite fic author puts out something new.
I squee when I hear off a Crikey sealed section that there's serious talk of a new broadsheet starting up in my town soon. (I live in Adelaide, Rupert Murdoch's hometown, with the corresponding News Ltd monopoly. Yes, folks, he's all our fault.) I mean, seriously squee. I didn't think I was capable of making sounds that high-pitched.
I implore thee, God of Newspapers, return to the city that thou hast forsaken, let this new rag be successful... ;o)
current mood:  bouncy
current music: Queens of the Stone Age, "A Song For The Deaf"
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| Tuesday, May 4th, 2004
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12:50 pm - April showers bring May downpours
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| Monday, April 19th, 2004
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10:50 pm - And now, I disappear...
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... for four days for an AIESEC state conference, which isn't nearly as much bullshit as the site linked might suggest. If my readers (both of you) miss me, run off and wish floopyboo a happy belated birthday or something. ;o)
Kochana, będę Ci wiedzieć wkrótce. 1000 uściska i bardziej.
current mood: sleepy
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