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We're a bit behind here in Oz (like 9 months or so) but I can finally say The X-Files has finished. Thank God.
This is one show that jumped the shark a long time ago.
I'll skip the usual explanation, but me and The X-Files, we go way back. I haven't really watched the show since season six (they topped out at nine), and it's all gotten a bit depressing. But I watched the convoluted two-hour finale last night on Ten, which was essentially a best-of montage bringing back most of the dead guys.
Goodbye Mulder, Scully. And good riddance evil Terminator guy.
Posted on Thursday, January 30, 2003
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We've been without steady net access for two days, which has proven once again how handy the net is for everyday work. And how much I miss email, and reading the web.
But it's back now, so everyone's happy.
Photo: Barricade alongside the A shed, Fremantle.
Posted on Thursday, January 30, 2003
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Out the front of work we have a weird spiky plant that's brought us a few nice photos in the past (such as this fine example) and is a healthy reminder of what happens when you don't prune the gardens.
Except it's gone particularly nuts this summer and has "flowered" with a freakin huge spike straight from the middle.
Which in itself isn't an issue. It's only when the "flower" is taller than the powerlines next to it that we got concerned. Considering it's decided to pop up right between the two feed lines into our place and the house next door, it was decided that it had to go. So some of the guys took it on, using (and this is living proof that we're all web geeks at heart) a garden hose and a plastic mop.
» Check it out
Posted on Thursday, January 23, 2003
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Christmas present from my folks: a Kosta Boda snowball candle holder. Proof that good design never dates: it's from the sixties. Proof that good design is often Scandi: it's from Sweden.
Posted on Wednesday, January 22, 2003
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The best thing about summer is the food. Strawberries. Peaches. Fruit salad.
Which is interesting, really. When I was a kid, I had the most restricted diet imaginable. My food pyramid consisted of a small triangle of certified si-safe foods, and anything else I would refuse to eat. Even Big Macs somehow got on the banned list.
Big Macs. Greasy unhealthy fast food. Hello?
But now it's all good.
So now I'm going to head home and make a smoothie with the biggest strawberries you've ever seen.
Posted on Tuesday, January 21, 2003
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Uhm, yes. Due to some wonderful miscommunication on the part of my webhost, I disappeared for a while there.
As you do.
I'm back now, so we'll see how it goes.
Posted on Tuesday, January 21, 2003
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We've just rearranged the room I'm in here at the Cube, and with all the moving I stumbled across this poster I'd cut out of a design book about 18 months ago. I hacked it out of the book mostly because it got away with the tricky grungy print style well, which was something I was trying to do for one of my side projects. But it's also memorable because the play being advertised is being performed on La Brea Ave, Californ-i-ah, which is right near where I lived for a year when I was 5. Which is a whole nother story.
And taking a photo of a copy of a poster is way too predictable. So I took the photo through a jug of water. Betcha didn't see that coming.
Posted on Wednesday, January 15, 2003
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Catch Me If You Can, Speilberg's latest little film (and for once, you can actually describe a Speilberg film as little without watching pigs fly into the sunset) is a surprisingly good film. Particularly so when you consider it's come from Speilberg, who's stayed well away from the drama/comedy mix for a while, and even got pretty depressed (in a kinda saccharine, Speilberg way) with Minority Report and AI, which were pretty devoid of the usual Hollywood lightness.
But anyway, the opening titles rocked. Funky retro is a pretty safe bet, but these were particularly well conceived and animated. Almost worth checking out the film for them alone. That, and the surprisingly restrained acting from Hanks and DiCaprio.
It's the sort of film Hollywood hasn't made in a long while. Almost a sixties flick, but with that hint of self-awareness that comes with filmmaking right now.
I'd link above to the official site for the movie at Dreamworks, but it's a whopping 1.7 megs worth of Flash. I think it's safe to assume it's all pointless fluff — I didn't bother waiting around. Is it just me, or is that pretty damn rude?
Posted on Wednesday, January 15, 2003
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Snippet of conversation over dinner last night...
If I eat any more I'm gunna pop. (beat)
I'm gunna pop.
Posted on Wednesday, January 15, 2003
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In the fine tradition of my headlining spider vs. lavendar bout from last year, I bring you this morning's insect adventures.
I woke up ridiculously early (I think 6am is early in most people's books, yeah?) and decided to water our near-dead front lawn, which is another story in itself. I wandered back into the house feeling that weird mix of sleep haze mixed with slight hayfever. The kind when you aren't aware that you've sneezed until afterwards. Or something like that.
Running across the floor near the door was a light brown cockroach. Light brown. Now maybe I'm an innocent in world of cockroaches, but I thought they were the Henry Ford of the insect world (any colour, as long as it's black), so I was tempted to grant clemancy based on it being a rare species, and briefly considered setting up a breeding colony in my ex-housemate's bedroom.
But then I realised, no, it's a cockroach.
Now it must be said that Doc Marten's are on this earth for three reasons: they are unhealthily comfortable; they look damn cool; and they can squash any insect in one whack. Unfortunately I didn't have any handy by the door, so that's pretty much irrelevant. What I did have was a slightly worn basketball.
So I did what any other guy who's crap at basketball would do — drop the ball on the roach. I think we all know where it went from there.
Posted on Friday, January 10, 2003
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I feel like new music.
New cds, with new covers, new booklets, new everything.
I miss the disturbingly huge HMV and Virgin stores in London, which had Jazz departments the size of my house, and more listening stations than you can sing aloud at.
Posted on Wednesday, January 8, 2003
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Playing over the PA at big, up-market, we're-too-good-for-a-discount-chain Garden City shopping centre today — Madonna's Material Girl.
Posted on Tuesday, January 7, 2003
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It's two years ago that I was with Matt at the amazing 2000-01 Hogmanay party in Edinburgh, and generally meandering around the UK with Matt and April.
Time flies.
Photo: Matt and I, in a doorway hiding from the rain, Hogmanay 2000-2001.
Continue reading "hoodlums on tour"
Posted on Monday, January 6, 2003
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My summer break from work is almost over, and in true style is wasn't the most productive break in history (but then there's no fun in a productive holiday, is there?) but I did squeeze a few hours on my collection of side projects.
Hard to believe but true, I am actually working on my photo site. I'm messing with a table-less layout using CSS, which is taking some time. It's a good site to learn on since it's super small and clean.
I'm also messing with one of my long-time back burner projects, which just might see the light of day this year. I can't talk about it yet, but if it goes ahead it'll be a lot of fun. Fingers crossed.
Posted on Friday, January 3, 2003
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The back of my head made something of a cameo in the Fresh liftout in yesterday's copy of The West.
It's not quite up to my previous media blitz when my primary school launched Constable Care — granted I was one face in several hundred, but still, you could actually tell it was me. You'll have to take my word that the blob in the back near the window is actually me.
Actually it's probably lucky I'm a blob in the distance.. I couldn't be bothered taming my bouff hairdo that morning, so I'm bordering on a white-man fro. Not a good look.
Posted on Friday, January 3, 2003
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