There is no photo for this, but I've been drinking at this unholy dive
next go the train station and a midget keeps running across my field
of view. He seems keen, but I can't really tell what he's doing...

Christmas lunch at the laws

From the fridge...

M.F. Whiskey

Diplomat Hotel

Your fucking home on the sea on Canberra Ave. Kingston on wuni dime!!

Oh, the complexities

Cheated my faculty out of some dough to spend a decent amount of time
collecting data at the carillon. On first impressions, I thought it
was a great omen that the expensive hotel room featured a picture of
the carillon, untill I noticed the spelling.

Booja!

And I'm sure you could engage the latch as a bottle opener!

Unfortunately

There was rather a lot of statue action, seems wuni types like their
wood hard as steel. Things were looking grim...

New shop

This place opened up near wuni a while ago and I always thought it
would be a great place to pick up an executive gift for D'Ooley.

phooey

Honestly, the lack of rigour.

I'm drinking at wunibar ahead of an undergrad electronic music gig. Nearly the entire cohort of performers has over the past few hours settled into the adjoining booth.

Now when I was trollin' boxxy we had a code, and that code was port and wine was brought back-stage for bump-in and we would drink and fight for mixing desk rights over the course of the day. By the afternoon, there remained a small enough number of us that could see past the LEDs on the desk that the problem solved itself, with the passed-out gently rousing a cheeky hour or so before the work they were thinking they'd finish that day was to be performed.

It was then customary to take laptops to the paragon hotel so as to finish pieces out of sight of examiners. Typically, bar service was quite slow due to examiners' flirtations with bar-staff (this would include many 'staff' jokes), however drawing their attention to the flow-on effects of said flirtations ('I'm hoping your wife enjoys my new work but it looks as though the soundscape "Paragon Dreaming" is all I'll manage for tonight...') certainly filled out the time.

And THAT'S how we roll. Look at the cheumps!


Discussing analog/digital, drum tracks and local studio contacts. "Seriously, man, if you write a great drum track I know at least 5 really, really respected drummers around town that would love to play it. And these guys, they really know how to mic their kit but they just don't know any chords, you know? They are great but they need us."

Booja!

Hunibar: Enjoying a drink at the local pub having left a bolognese on
the stove for an hour. Sister comes home and calls me to bitch about
my having used one of her onions. This pisses Maatron right off, and
she requests an onion from the pub kitchen then runs down the road and
lobs it into the house!

That, my friends, is a used tampon on the last train home.

Chiefly dating advice

Dating nerds? Nerds who date? Chieflympic exposé?

Bonus explainer: The very alert among you will note that this month's issue of 'Girlfriend' came in plastic packaging yet this photograph is clearly of an un-covered magazine.

Artist's Impression

Waiting at the University train station for the first time in a while,
and I notice what must a new 'Welcome to Wuni' billboard with what is
obviously an artist's impression of a quite charming building that I'm
certain does not exist anywhere on campus. The Wuniness!

getting closer to hauling the perfect carillon

A maat just punched this out for me



Love how art-deco that is. Bringing the Newtown ruckus to the carillon world!

Just wrapped up a very decent trip hanging out in oxford. The conference beforehand was so enjoyable that it gave me serious pause for thought about ditching the academic lifestyle. The visit to oxford took that thought out back and Dooleyed it with extreme prejudice. (see http://unterspier.blogspot.com/2009/09/immediate-improvement.html)

fruitful labour, indeed!

I went to an evening of electronic music down here last night, and it took me until I got home to really understand how I felt about w'town. Immortalised thusly:

frmboys gone wild

and

key amongst procrastinating strategii is the testing of novel title pages.

the real problem with booze and thesis

is that if you just keep drinking and keep working, you don't get any of the muscle pain from sitting still that you would if you weren't boozed up. fuck, I'm sore! when I'm sober!

actual sweet action

at the bowling club trying to finish my thesis and a sales rep. from Aristocrat comes in looking for the manager. manager not here, so he looks at his watch, heads to the pokies, and drops $100 in 10 minutes then splits.

Sweet action

A hell bogan dude pulled up with his wuzza in a ute outside the bottle
shop. Came out with three cases of vb, putthem in the back, then got
in the cabin and started fighting with his moll. This went on for
about 2 minutes then he got out, opened up one of the cases, started
drinking and walked back into the shop and came out with his empty
bottle and an orange Alize.

Holy negus upon high

This picture gets a look-in because in order to post it I had to take out a table of Degus for the power supply in this downtown RSL, nokidnao, d u?

p.s. That's pretty sweet, actually. There's a trivia night here, and the last question was: "What characterises someone you would refer to as monogamous?". The dudes on the table next to me put down: "Only has one ball". zing!

back west

Lidcombe is ridiculous. Walking around the suburban streets, avoiding church, every 2 minutes or so some dude(s) appear behind me out of nowhere, then disappear.
There are 5 bars on 2 blocks, but I'm dressed like a clod - bottom half of one suit, top half of another - so can't enter any of them. I go back to the car to suckle a water bottle partly filled with scotch and start the drive home. Almost there, I feel very strong pangs of nostalgia. Is it the scotch? The Sefton Playhouse (on Clapham rd., negus!)? Or the kebab shop where D'oOley ate 2 family pides and a kebab to show Kadir that he was the biggest man in the best kebab shop in town.
I think it's D'oOley.

kraut kraut kraut kraut kraut kraut CLOD

two new krauts which means I'll have to do twice as much gnashing they are such clods sitting on their goddamn facebook all day holy shit and I used to use one of their computers for printing now I am sitting here reading excel spreadsheets on the screen like an IDIOT.

wunibar - today

Does anybody know if wunibar has a happy hour on thursdays?

[supplementary update: they have a happy 2 hours on thursdays!]

[[holy mother of rigour, the dictate to Japanese soldiers as they prepared to invade Singapore in 1942: "When you encounter the enemy after landing, think of yourself as an avenger coming face to face at last with his father’s murderer. Here is a man whose death will lighten your heart."]]

[[[holy mother of fuckwads, the British command in Singapore weeks before the attack: "I do hope we are not getting too strong in Malaya because if so the Japanese may never attempt a landing."]]]

I promised I wouldn't post another photo

But, negus?

Marulan, you used to be such a good kid.

Giant dogs and bagpipes at wunibar

wine drinking pervert!

So I was having a beer with Josh at a pub in the hills, and she left me with her wine while she fetched another brewsky for me. I had started playing with my phone when I heard a huge guy earlier identified as 'wrecking ball' by his maats yell out at me to stop taking photos of him. When I protested he was being paranoid he continued "I know what you're like, you fucking wine drinking pervert, sitting there with your wine taking shots of other boys".
He later apologised, but then got drunker and started beating on the most Hammer-like fool of their bunch, so we thought it best to leave.

heck of a job!

I finally spend nearly a full day at work and what do I observe but the krauts fucking about on deutschie facebook all day!

Fucking bogans!

Just stopped at a station halfway to town and no kidding 15 teenagers
got off with at least a case of brew each!

That explains it.

The big-shottest of HIV deniers is actually named 'Peter Duesberg'.

matlab

I wish there was a way to clear individual entries in the workspace history; so many instances of me checking that sin(90), not cos(90) is, in fact, 1. On the plus side, I'm noticing that most PhD theses in my field tend toward less than 200 pages, and if the dude actually built something it's more like 120-150. I can do that!

laptop in a bit of a state

just opened it up on the train after 4 hours in my hot, hot bag, and the smell of stale beer is almost unbearable. the gift from the hammer that just keeps on giving.

this bus trip is bullshit

The motherfucking air-conditioning only working at about 30%. This presenter is losing it!


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Despite best efforts

we are sad...

Creation of Aadam

Foiled by a penchant for brewskies

More woo

and he cleans

3rd spilled beer

Woo woo woo!

Oral sex is altogether too good

Unhappy with banana

Hammer thesis day!

Goulburn bowlo looks beautiful!

But I'm sure it's no Braidwood.

The Krautaage!

Hammer's new hood

At least one problem he doesn't need to worry about in his new life.

with all the fussin' and the cussin'

w'town cd store:

Confused, of S.

I just ate 750 grams of cold, hard rocket lettuce and NOW I feel ill?

People are feeding a flugge beer at this party! That person gets a
talking to and I'm out of here.

rukidnao - wuni becomes huni?

my sister has just been offered an undergrad place at wuni. booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Bugo's new place has a photo of some girl's grandfather that looks
like Shostakovich. The riga!

the governers bar

cheumpulstiltskins!

Negus what?

"how many horses at $1.40 do you see get beat?"

verbatim from a conversation at the next table, south of the border. this dude is trying to convince his mates to get 100k together to put on this horse. it seems for real, unless he is making an expert attempt at getting written up in wunibar.

negus please

Eat it!

Christmas wog ruckus