early evening, today

fuck me, that was quite a day. leaving uni, I'm a little depressed knowing there's no chance of me finding a quiet place to have a drink after dinner; it's not that kind of town.
I head toward a bar - 'friday night party', it advertises - anyway. thankfully, it's one of those places that just spent > 1 mil renovating, and now it's been re-opened for 2 months idiot locals remember why they hated it in the first place.
very pleasantly quiet, apart from the monotone (not even MIDI) ringtone striking every few minutes from behind the bar. Oh no, it can't be! it's 'Rondo ala Turk'. And rudd thinks we need a 'culture' commission in oz2020.

jebus. just spoke to the bar wench, the source of the ring tone. turns out she only works here because she dropped out of her course at wuni and that only happened because she, you guessed it, spent too much time at wunibar. Now, the interesting thing here is that she was happy with it when she started, but the crapper wunibar got, the drunker she'd get there. simply, reasonably, of course, because one had to be that much drunker just to deal with it. and now she's gone. and now she's here.
at least the workload of serving me a gentle drinky every 20 min. is roughly analogous to that required by wuni. fucking wuni.

wunibar today

to new readers: I am in a position of significant command with relevance to student politics. and a man - at the very top of university structure - with whom I'm in constant negotiation and one I've taken an intense disliking to has just walked into wunibar after a tennis match, in tennis shorts.
now, I know some tennis shorts are reasonable, but goddamn if I didn't just cop his balls.
I've a meeting with him at the end of this week and am unsure as to whether it would be fruitful to bring up, well, his fruit.

advice?

p.s. I get blogs up much more quickly when I can auto-complete the 'Title' field.

today

I have entered into a pact with allbarnun whereby I drink house wine and grace their wireless network with the almighty xps1330.
Michael's here, too.
hi
it's michael here. I'll put mark back on now
How about a bbq tonight maat?

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wunibar today

how did he know?: " Wait - you don't even need the net, you're live-blogging this conversation as we speak!"
unibar is very nice today - it seems that most people don't make the drive to school if there looks to be a bit of rain. my advice: get 15mm deep treads, ya chump!

'Vehicle Parking at Owners Risk'

I'd like a legal opinion on where the risk here actually lies. I'm 'relaxed and comfortable with $3 schooners' at a golf club in the mid-south-west. Albrechtsen was right: conservatism is the new black!

is this permaated?

I'm disappointed with a live-blog I just posted elsewhere. where do I find redemption?

back amongst the detritaas

getting the bus to town for the first time in a while. the gently retarded scion of the wealthiest family in the street is surprisingly fired up about people returning library books late. To driver: "They should get 2 warnings, every day, for three days. And if they don't return it, they should pay a $200 fine, and have their library card confiscated, and their driving licence." Driver: "That's good! Then more people will get the bus, hey?" "No! I'm not sharing with that kind of people. I'll make a sign that says people with library fines can't get on the bus. I'll have it ready for the bus by monday."
I guess I can get the bus just once more...