| A Homecoming... Of Sorts... |
[May. 3rd, 2008|12:28 pm] |
I gathered that 2 years was long enough to keep you all in suspense (or disgust).
Here I am, back and ready to procrastinate.
I won't bore you with personal details, suffice to say I've been doing quite well here. Everything else is on a need-to-blow basis.
Thought I'd share with you a few pictures from our recent trip to Sortland, in Vesterålen. I'll make some effort to post more pictures in the coming weeks, but maybe I won't. You'll just have to wait and see.
Faenskap med rein:
( Les mer... ) |
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| Kuala Lumpur Updatings |
[Mar. 16th, 2006|08:58 pm] |
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| |  drained | ] |
Yep... I'm in Malaysia.
I'll keep this short, since this PC sucks total donkey balls for typing on.
Passed over Singapore... I gave you a wave, Jinx... Dunno if you noticed :P
Currently at Burger King feeling sick after devouring a double cheeseburger. I only bought it as an excuse to get internet access.
Anyway... I've got 2 hours to spend until my plane boards, so I'll just loaf about.
Hope you're all having sex.
Tata, dearies. |
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| This Is The End Of The Beginning |
[Mar. 15th, 2006|08:51 pm] |
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| |  excited | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Rage Against The Machine - Guerilla Radio | ] |
Not long now until I leave. Everything seems to be in order. Except for a few loose ends which are beyond my control, and which will get sorted soon enough.
Less than 2 days then, until I'm back in her arms, so there you go. Gwarn. |
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| Static |
[Feb. 24th, 2006|11:44 pm] |
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| |  groggy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Theme From Star Wars | ] |
Storm came in tonight, so took a few photos. 15 second exposure at ISO200(equiv). Got a couple of reasonable shots, but as you can see, noise kinda ruins the effect. I tried to get rid of as much as I could in photoshop, but it's still very noticable.
Anyway, the lightning itself is quite impressive:
( But wait, there's more! ) |
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| And A Bucket Of Soya Sauce |
[Feb. 8th, 2006|03:26 pm] |
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| |  distressed | ] |
I feel bloated. My distended gut is causing my straining belt much grief.
I tend to drink a lot when it's hot. Well, it's not too hot today, but I'm drinking like a fish.
This softens my stool.
In other news, I guess this isn't my last day of work after all. I can work right up until I leave, if I wanted to. That is, of course, depending on when I leave.
As soon as I get confirmation that the kitties are eligible to travel, then I'm out of here. Did I mention something along those lines? I forget.
'Hey Jamu Jamu, please don't leave me alone'
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| Everything Will Turn Out Fine |
[Feb. 5th, 2006|03:24 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  nostalgic | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | The Sisters Of Mercy - No Time To Cry | ] |
So yeah, they gave me a farewell party on friday. Well, sort of. Sausage sizzle and the giving of pressies. Sounds something like a party.
So after 4 years of (semi)faithful service, I'm finally leaving my job.
They gave me a watch. I found that rather ironic, seeing as I only wear a watch when I'm working... and alas, I have no job :P
In any case, this means I'm a step closer to Norway. If all goes to plan, it's only a matter of weeks... |
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| Pornosaurus |
[Feb. 1st, 2006|12:02 pm] |
Isn't it amazing the sort of things people will insert into their body cavities?
Admittedly, the odd broom handle or bottle has disappeared into my dank crevasse, so I'm one to talk.
But yeah, all in the pursuit of something which could be deemed pleasure. We're like pink, hairless monkeys, playing with ourselves, trying to see what fits. Trying to fit a square peg in a puckered brown hole.
I just find it amusing that people would willing subject themselves to such humiliating acts.
Once again, I'm planning on having my wife rape me with a huge strap-on dildo (with inflatable function), so I can't really comment.
Let's see now. I think I've made you sick enough, so I'll leave it at that. Those of you that are still reading this, I thank you for having a sense of humour.
People suck cocks when it comes to having a sense of humour. |
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| Fixation |
[Jan. 18th, 2006|09:54 am] |
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| |  mischievous | ] |
Why is it that the arse holds so much fascination for me?
I look at it, sniff it, prod it, lick it. It's a treasure trove of delights for the senses.
I am totally enraptured by the utter deliciousness of the arse. And I'm wondering why?
Perhaps there's some sort of repressed memory fueling my desire to poke buttock. Or maybe I have some sort of vitamin deficiency. Or maybe I'm just a sick bastard. But I just can't get enough of that sweet, sweet arse.
I'm not complaining, though. The arse has been good to me, and I don't mind giving it all the attention it deserves. Internally.
I'm pretty sure I'm not gay. Well, except for that incident with the North Adelaide Football Club and the van full of mangos. But let's not delve into that any further.
The only delving I'm interested in is into some marvellously refreshing arse. My word, yes. Arse.
You know you want it. |
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| Heavens To Murgatroyd! |
[Jan. 13th, 2006|06:49 pm] |
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| | accomplished | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Katatonia - Consternation | ] |
Oh my.
After taking a quick look through my early posts, I realised that the quality (not to mention the frequency) of my posts is growing ever thinner.
Gone are the days of lightning fast wit, wry sarcasm, and a boundless insight into the human condition. Or something.
Gone are the rib-bustingly funny antics of old, replaced with a kind of humourless lethargy, where everything I say is just a kind of sludge, pouring from my fetid, slobbering maw and splashing upon these pages like so much rancid semen.
I really need to put more effort into this, otherwise what's the point? It's not like this journal has ever been about ME. It's all about pleasing the fans. The few I have left, that is.
Yes, dear reader, this 'blog' is all about YOU. Pleasing YOU. Providing YOU with entertainment so you don't wander off into the street and cause havoc by stealing homeless people's underwear and sporting it upon your head. And we don't want that now, do we?
I'm not saying, of course, that touting the undergarments of bums and hobos isn't a wildly exciting experience, especially with their drunken mates chasing you and cursing at you in their odd language of grunts, moans and hiccups. It has its charm.
I just think that maybe it would be better if you stayed inside, put on your favourite Barry Manilow CD, donned your most comfortable robe (or leather bondage gear), put your feet up on your polished mahogany desks, and whiled away the wee hours giggling and guffawing at my inane and often ribald banter.
Go on, you know you want to.
Oh yeah, I sold my car today. Yay me! |
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| Inferno |
[Dec. 30th, 2005|03:02 pm] |
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| | hot | ] |
O'er all the sand fell slowly wafting down
Dilated flakes of fire, as flakes of snow
On Alpine summit, when the wind is hush'd.
As, in the torrid Indian clime,
the son of Ammon saw, upon his warrior band
Descending, solid flames, that to the ground
Came down; whence he bethought him with his troop
To trample on the soil; for easier thus
The vapor was extinguish'd, while alone:
So fell the eternal fiery flood, wherewith
The marle glow'd underneath, as under stove
The viands, doubly to augment the pain.
So it's 45 outside at the moment (that's 113 degrees for a select few of you), and I'm trying to keep my brains from oozing out the cracks in my skull. The air is thick and heavy, hard to breath. Difficult to concentrate on anything, mind afire.
Why anyone would willingly live here is beyond me, though I must say that some may find my eagerness to reach the frigid climes of Norway to be just as mad. I tend to think faster in the cold. At the moment my brain is sludge.
Well, even more so than usual.
Nothing much else to say, really. Or nothing I could be bothered thinking of. It's too hard to think. Too hard to type. Must go now. Yes. Go.
Edit: Make that 47 (116.6F) |
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| E-Constipation... |
[Dec. 20th, 2005|10:53 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | drained | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Shitty Christmas Carols (Pa Rump-a-Pum-fucken-Pum) | ] |
... is what I've got.
Call it a lack of initiative in expressing myself through electronic means. Or perhaps call it what it is: I'm too lazy to update my livejournal.
I'll be glad when I'm outta the damn country. Summer sucks big time, and I have no real desire to spend Christmas sweltering in front of the air conditioner. Then again, the forecast says it will be 25 Christmas day, so maybe all hope is not lost. I'd prefer to be in Norway, snuggled up with my kitty and partaking of their foul spiced nutty festive drink, which consists of some unindentifiable crunchy bits and a whole lot of sugar.
Mmm... sugar...
I get these cravings for chocolately type substances, 'cause generally I feel quite listless and unenergetic in warmer weather. I need something to perk me up a bit.
Like a shitload of dim-sims. Yeah. That'll do. |
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| The Mental Equivalent Of Being Flogged With Dental Floss |
[Jul. 19th, 2005|02:51 pm] |
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| | indescribable | ] |
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| | The Confused Ramblings Of A Senile Old Man | ] |
Ok, so we get the local crackpot into the clinic here. Old man, very senile, loves the drink, and completely unable to understand any concept put forward to him.
He wants his tooth out.
Fine, we'll take an x-ray first.
No, no, no, no. He wants his tooth out.
Yes, but an x-ray...
No, no, no, no. He wants his tooth out. What with the weather coming and the electricity.
Fine, fine, we can fix this, though. A filling will make it stop hurting.
No, no, no, no. He wants this tooth out. Sorry, got nothing against you, but I've did a lot of work today.
Sure you don't want us to fix it?
No, no, no, no. He wants his tooth out. It's this one here, see? No, no, no, no. I lost my cards and I've gotta work. Got nothing in the bank.
We're going to have to put your tooth to sleep. (Those of you with an aversion to needles, please look away.)
No, no, no, no. He wants his tooth out. What with the weather coming.
So yeah... repeat, ad nauseum.
Someone please put this man out of his misery. This is the guy who gets drunk and walks around the street naked. This is the guy who carries around all his possessions in an empty bread wrapper. This is the guy who sings loudly at the top of his voice every payday, until the small hours of the morning, when decent, hard-working people are trying to get some rest.
Ok, ok. So I'm ranting about a poor, senile old man, but geez... he's really giving us the shits here. Blarg. |
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| Poor Forgetful Me |
[Jun. 12th, 2005|09:50 am] |
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| | ditzy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | The Buzzing In My Head | ] |
Just realised I hadn't posted the pics I took of our Melbourne trip on here.
So, with lots of further ado, here they are:
Sorry there aren't many, but my memory card can only hold so much, since my 512 meg card is currently stuck in the card reader and will not be removed. Bastard thing.
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Australian Sunrise
Jamestown Road
South Australia
( See More. Click Here. )
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| I Would Appreciate It Very Much... |
[Jan. 11th, 2005|10:46 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | Concerned | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit | ] |
... if Jinx would reply to this post.
Thank you very much. |
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| Much Shuffling Of Feet And Innocent Looks |
[Jan. 7th, 2005|10:49 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | happy | ] |
So, quick update for those of you not in the loop:
I'm kinda not in Australia at the moment... a little bit further away now. Kinda.
Like... Norway.
Staying with my girlfriend Elisabet... this is us:
There. So that's sorted out.
Since I could spend hours typing out shit about how wonderful it is being here (it is), and how I've been having a fantastic time (I have), and how I've been getting plenty of sex (very true), but I really couldn't be bothered. So I'll post some more pictures instead.
( More foolishness lies within ) |
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| Shoulda Brought My Camera... |
[Dec. 9th, 2004|02:40 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | refreshed | ] |
It's been pissing down in buckets the last couple of hours... and it's been fairly steady the last 3 days... thought it was about bloody time.
The main road in front of KFC was flooded over... an emergency services vehicle was directing traffic.
This may not be surprising news for some, but here in Australia, especially in SA, (supposedly)the driest state in the driest country in the world, a rain like this is a Bloody Big Thing™.
I would have liked to have taken a photo of it.
Thunderbolts and lightning... very very frightening... ME! (gallileo)
Magnifico!
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| Automatic Update # 3456 |
[Nov. 30th, 2004|07:30 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | sleepy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Evermore - It's Too Late | ] |
Just thought I'd better update this motherfucker.
Not sure what with though.
Oh... I won this Evermore prize pack... Signed CD, t-shirt, and pillowcase... haven't really listened to it much. They're a band from New Zealand, I think.
A little bit Coldplay-ish, by the sound. Not really my cuppa tea.
But hey, it's free stuff, so bugger alla yez.
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