Hyperbolic Conundrum

Whats that title about, eh? Nothing, actually, just two of my favourite words strung together. In yet another futile attempt to try and post a Blog semi-regularly, I have jumped into the fray and stamped my fingerprints into the keyboard with regular, if not temperamental, frequency.
Life is good right now, except that I have to ask this one question.


What is it with women?


If any sane male can answer this question, please let me know. As of right now, I still have no idea, although I am increasingly despairing of ever finding out; in which case I should be content just to let it go.

Two friends of mine are getting married this weekend. Scary thing is, one of those friends I have seen weaking an orange (i think it was orange.... I can't remember)wig and red face paint. The other is a man who wouldn't know where to buy red face paint, let alone wear any. He he he. I wish those two all the best, and know that they'll have heaps of fun in their life together.

My brother is back for a two week stint in Australia after spending the last five months in Wuxi, China. Typically, though, he's only spending about an eighth of that time here in Adelaide with his family. Socially, its back to normal with Box, and he hit the ground running. It was good catching up with him briefly though, and it was just like he left yesterday.

Angie is staying here in Australia for a little longer than expected, and now the pressure is on to have a movie night before she leaves. With the social calendar beginning to thin out in the next week or two, the options are beginning to look good.

Another friend just got the sack from his latest job, marking another in a long line of ex-employees he can add to his resume. Perhaps he might want to adjust his employment aim, and try going for something a little less "chew you up and spit you out" and more "look we want you to stay around for a while".

Things are beginning to settle down on the home front, although the recent heatwave we sufferred through was just a bit pain in the butt for keeping ones frustration to a manageable level.

Crikey, look at the time. Having successfully wasted about ten minutes typing this blog, it's time to go home from work and cuddle the missus.

Bye all. See you next time.

Kong '05 Will Kick Your Viewing Ass!!!!!!!

Went and saw King Kong last week. Wow, what a film. Worth a watch, even if great big ape's don't quite do it for you. Peter Jackson has created a film that transcends typical action/drama fare into something entirely...... different. Kong breathes on screen, he emotes and expresses himself on screen, and the action doesnt let up. While a little slow at first, this is merely a buildup to the wonderous exploration of digital effects in ways George Lucas can only dream of. The finale, atop the Empire State Building, is simply jaw dropping. its a long film, but holy moley is it a grand adventure. They don't make films like this any more.

Now, as for the events of the previous post.... they appear to be sorted out. I have reconciled the neighbours into the scheme of things, and it aint too bad at all. They are a fairly harmless bunch of fellas..... I hope. Thanks to all who responded....it is good to know people are watching.

We got our new bin last night. Finally, no more storing up a weeks worth of trash, and then dumping it in somebody else's bin on trash day. A nice, shiny new bin. Mhhhnnnnn.

Felt a bit crook last night, and didnt get to sleep until at least 4:30-5:00ish. Given that I arise from slumber at 6:30 to get to work, this means i have had no more than an hours sleep and have to work.....yawn. I am sooooo tired. I think when i get home, I'll lock the bedroom door shut and hibernate until tomorrow morning.

Can't really type now, by eise r gettgn tyrd nd im mikeng mistks.

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Inviting Trouble

I know its been a while since I last blogged, so sorry about that. Christmas holidays and the busy season have prevented me from logging in and going hard at the blogging.

Of late I have been wondering about the accepted level of friendliness between neighbours. Here's the situation. Our neighbours are a bunch of young lads who like to party. Not super-hard, but they love a beer, a smoke and last night I found out they like a few party drugs as well. Extacy and Meth not withstanding, they seem to be decent enough guys.
My wife, bless her, has taken to smoking outside recently, and the lads next door seem to like that, because they come outside to smoke as well. Sometimes I go out and have a chat as well, although not for too long because I can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke. The other day, I was at my computer upstairs when lisa came up, grabbed her CD collection and went back downstairs. I then heard music playing, quite loudly. I went down to get a Coke and found her and James, one of the neighbours, sitting on the loungeroom floor listening to music. He appeared to be drinking white wine (or possibly champagne), and both were smoking like chimneys. Now, friend or no, I felt a little uncomfortable about it. After a while of listening to the most godawful music written for the human ear, I went back downstairs and sat with them, just to be polite. Then Jame's cousin came over, and sat down with us. And then one of their mates came over with a slab of beer and crashed on the floor. So, all smoking no dancing style right? Lisa opened the windows to let out some smoke, kissed me on the forehead and then went to bed. Leaving me with the boys I really didn't want there in the first place. Not wanting to look like a weirdo, I laughed and joked with them for about half an hour, and then told them to rack off so I could go to bed. They left and i went to bed a little pissed.

So I was thinking afterwards: if I had invited the lads over, and not Lisa, I wouldn't have felt to insecure, would I? Am i jealous of the fact that Lisa is friends with the neighbours and I am not all that impressed with them? And had they been chicks instead of guys, would I have been worried? Actually, I probably wouldn't have been, but I can guess that Lisa might have felt the same had I invited a girl over for a chat. She would have given me an earful. Am I right to be a little annoyed with what happened? Is it really worth the effort to make a point of something about it, or should I just leave it. I guess this will be "to be continued" until the next time. Then I might say something.

It's enough to drive a man to drink.