Pardon me, dear. I kind of forgot about you.

Seriously. I forgot this was here for a while. It’s ok now, I think. I’m here. It’ll be alright now.

Life? Life’s been ok. Thanks for asking. Since my last update I believe I’ve gone back to that KFC once, maybe twice. It’s been a while. Both times were reasonable experiences but not up to the standard of the first one. I haven’t had much to eat today so far and mentioning the dirty bird is making my stomach grumble. Let’s move on, shall we?

Tonight we’re going to see the Dead Kennedys for our second time. It should be fun. Last time was a few years back at the Manning Bar and we both really enjoyed it. Not sure what to expect this time around but if it sounds as good as the previous gig we’re in for a treat. The major dilemma I have is deciding whether to drive in and not drink or get drunk and train in. I better check the set times.

One big news item in the gap between posts I suppose is that Marika’s sister got married. We spent 3 weeks back in the isamaa and managed to catch up with shitloads of people, really, before and after the wedding. Even during the wedding actually, as they used the same photographer that we did. Small world, small country.

The other big news is that we bought into a nifty little bar. Yep, Marika and I are publicans. Well, partly. It’s in Estonia and we’re not, so we can’t get sloshed on our own supply unfortunately. Maybe that’s for the best. Anyway. Cool, right? Yes. It’s only relatively new but already popular. Now we just need to take over the world.

It also means we should probably get a real accountant. I even started dabbling in the stock market, although I don’t really intend to invest much. It’s just a curiosity at this stage. Accountants sort all that shit out for you. I think. The website says they do.

Life achievements:

  • We’re well past both year 1 wedding anniversaries. Go team.
  • Air conditioner has been installed in our apartment (pending strata approval, oops).
  • Fly screens have been installed in our apartment windows (pending strata approval but I mean come on) but not on the sliding doors because the doors are retarded and might need to get re-done.
  • I just set up a Sonos sound system so now we can have multi room audio. Well, currently it’s single room plus the balcony if we want but let’s see how far down the rabbit hole we go.

Honourable mention: both Marika and I are able to do proper pull ups now. We’re strong enough now that any risk of injury is more likely to be from the bar falling out of the door frame than of us dislocating our arms from their sockets.

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On a whim I pissed away a respectable chunk of change on getting some blank keycaps for both of my Duckys. Now I have a colourful yet indecipherable range of input devices to the amazement of all.

Yes, mixed and matched. Sorry if the aesthetic offends anyone.

Apart from these kinds of distractions I don’t really have a lot going on. Both of us are working and I for one don’t have any holidays left. Marika still has a million because she gets spoilt by her company. I’m still jealous.

Maybe I’ll tell you how the concert went next time.


Time for leisure

Today feels like one of those days. One of those days where I may end up regurgitating spicy dredgings.

I have nothing to do. The weather is half decent. I woke up early. I did the shit, shower and shave combo, sans shave. Made some tasty buttered “whisky marmalade” toast for breakfast accompanied by a lazy plain black coffee. You know the kind, when you just pour hot water over grinds that have been scooped into the bottom of the mug. Tastes just as good as filtered if you ask me.


Like this, but not as fancy or dainty – bigger and heartier instead (because I’m a man).

I started dilly-dallying around online, skimming over whatever pointless articles or forum posts or emails or shopping deals my browser could scour up from the blandest corners of the web. I was utterly bored and I knew it.

Well! A wave of motivation began to swell inside me. Partially charged by hunger, partially by greed and partially by the need to do something. Anything.

I decided to have KFC for late brunch.

I don’t know where the sense of urgency for the Colonel’s secret herbs and spices came from. I imagine the cravings I experienced were akin to those a pregnant woman might endure. My mind had wholly absorbed with purpose: eat some chicken.

I headed out, on foot, deluding myself that walking there rather than opting for  the drive-through would swing the pendulum of guilt and gluttony back towards equilibrium. I even consciously sidetracked myself to inspect the local community garden/church/graveyard out of curiosity. It was colourful and creepy. I tried to find more reasons to delay the inevitable return to my journey but alas, there was nothing and no-one else to peek at and judge internally. I had to press onward.

I trudged along the path in front of me, half willing, half reluctant. Why did I allow myself to begin this? Was I that weak? Couldn’t I have just had another slice of toast? Why didn’t I just have serial or at worst, a sausage roll from the service station nearby? Coming to terms with the death grip that my stomach and subconscious had over me was proving to be difficult. My legs were just puppet legs, being pulled along by an unseen force. My tummy grumbled and growled louder than my internal rational monologue could plead, drowning it out.

Up ahead, I saw something. Something big. Something standout. A beacon. A beacon of salvation? Perhaps. It wasn’t the Colonel and his short, black stick figure body, no.


I always used to think that his tie was meant to be his arms and legs.

It was the Happy Science church. Of Sydney? Unfortunately I could not be brought to spiritual happiness, as they had nothing scheduled for that day and were closed. Wretched El Cantare, teasing me and leaving me to suffer. Perhaps, in his universal wisdom, he wanted me to experience physical happiness this time? Would he lead me to a new awareness in the future? Only time will tell.

The cold, hard reality of my situation finally sunk in. I knew there could be no escape, no turning back. Not this time. Perhaps there never was hope? All of my resistance had proven to be futile. My will had broken and I had succumbed to the call. Was this fate after all?

Without thinking, my feet led me towards the electronic doors. They slid open smoothly and perhaps a little too quickly. I didn’t hear them shut behind me once I stepped inside. My senses became dulled. I felt like I was wafting through life, like a cloud or vapour in a soft breeze. Most of my memories from inside this Southern temple are just a blur, a dream.

I didn’t even need to read the entire menu. The Zinger Box stood out as if it solely was adorned in flashing red and green neon lights. My eyes were affixed to it as the cashier took my order. I merely pointed towards it, unable to make an utterance in my near-fugue state. The cashier didn’t even need to look. He knew what it was. I think he said something about “regular”, I don’t know how I reacted.

Within moments I was seated and devouring the most delicious portions of fried chicken I’d ever experienced. The crunch, the spice, the surprising (relative) lack of grease and slime made every bite a moment to savour. I could feel my stomach patting me on the back for delivering this non-nutritional treat. The salt from the fresh chips and the mayonnaise on the burger and the tenderness of the chicken all revitalised my essence. I attacked my serving ravenously, only hesitating to tear at the moist towelette packaging to wipe myself down.

A calm began to fall, draping itself over me like a security blanket. The mist in my head was clearing. I’d stopped eating. I was satiated. I cracked open the can of Pepsi Max that had somehow been there all along and slowly sipped it. I spent a few moments reflecting on what I’d just done. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be that person, but I was scared because I liked it.

The walk home felt uplifting. I saw things I’d never noticed before. It even felt like I was walking faster.

I knew I’d still be bored when I got home. That’s when I bought some beer.

Hello from my extravagant keyboard

Yes, this is a bit of a nerdy post. Not that any of my other entries ever are.

I just want an excuse to write on my lovely new Ducky G2 Pro mechanical keyboard with its offensively loud blue switches.

Mine however does not have black keys. It has dark grey ones, like these (ignore the red ones, I just pinched this image off another website):

Why am I so excited about a keyboard? Well, partly because it cost about $130 but mostly because it feels so nice to type on. I’m a pretty fast typist (probably around 115 WPM on average) so I feel that I have a legitimate reason to want to experience high quality… typing? I’ve come to realise that I’m actually more comfortable typing at my desk at work than on my setup here at home. Unfortunately I don’t really know what I can do about that, as I’d prefer them to be mostly equivalent.

Anyway, yes. Unless you experience it for yourself (sexy keyboards, that is) you wouldn’t really understand. It’s like trying to cut up food with a cheap chef’s knife compared to a high quality one. Sure, the job gets done either way but it just feels so much better when you’ve got a well-crafted tool.

Speaking of carving up food – Marika and I hit up the local Crows Nest Brazilian BBQ restaurant with Howard, Tanya and Al. Yay for social eating. It really was great food and we even scored a few complimentary churros and coffee. That’s how I like it.

Summer is officially over and autumn is midway through. Daylight saving is over so it gets dark quite quickly now. A little bit depressing, but life must go on. I’ve been doing that P90X3 exercise routine. I’m actually on Day 90 tomorrow I think. I’ve skipped a few days here and there but I’m sticking to the actual time frame this turn to see how I end up over the standard course of the program. I think I’ve lost maybe 3 or 4 kilograms in total however I feel like I’ve developed a bit more muscle/tone/whatever. I’m not ripped or anything like that but I can feel and see a considerable difference. I find it easier to get through 30 minutes sessions as opposed to the 60-90 minute ones that the original program offered. Not sure about P90X2, might check that out in the near future. I really like the taste of protein shakes.

I’ve had one haircut this year and it was in the first week (maybe second?) of January. It’s really not looking good. Fucking hair. I always have too much where I don’t want it. Even my ears get big long hairs now. I’m getting so old.

Here we go once again


Christmas holidays were fun. Marika’s family came over for four weeks. I believe they enjoyed themselves. Plenty of photos and videos are floating around from that time. If you’re interested in looking at them you will probably know how to find them from Marika’s blog. I’m too lazy. Same goes for wedding photos, actually. If they’re not all on Facebook already.

It was nice to be the host for once with my Estonian in-laws. For the last few years it’d typically be me tagging along as the guest, visiting places with them or simply being catered to. It feels good to return the favour and have it all work out. Staying altogether at my parents’ house was a good idea and really made everyone more comfortable. The heatwave we had over December and January forced us to sit outside almost the entire time (and buy a bug zapper). My mother and I are the only ones who were complaining about the weather, as usual. Going back to an Estonian winter after so many sunny days and a noticeable lack of rain would be quite a culture shock. Perhaps more than arriving here on the plane initially.

The language barrier didn’t impede anyone too much. We all ate and drank enough to find a way through it. The Australians were considerably outnumbered on New Year’s Eve, seeing as Elina and Meelis swang by from… well, the outback, almost. A midnight swim was certainly a great way to cope with the mosquito and zombie attacks. And the humidity.

And the vodka.

And the cigars.

I don’t think I’ve watched so many cartoons since I was about Elisabeth’s age. I suspect she understood them better than me.

We spent four weeks away from our new place. Now we’re settled in and all furnished. It looks pretty swell, if I do say so myself. No photos. Lots of white, though.

We’ve had a few little parties here, just no birthday parties. We’ve been to a few recently but I just can’t stand with the idea of having my own. I’ve never really understood why. I don’t think I like the pressure, or is it the expectation? Maybe it’s the potential disappointment more than anything. Maybe it’s better to have the bar so lowered that you forget it’s there.

Marika and I went to a funeral not long ago, sadly. Mother of a friend. I won’t go into details here but I just wanted to mark it down. Such a shame.

It’s past midnight now which means that tomorrow is the fourteenth of February. What do you get for the wife that has everything (and who just scored 16 bottles of wine earlier in the week) and the mother who is also provided for?

Probably a new cat for both of them would work, since I’m on the spot.

That would probably be easier to arrange on the day than finding god damn flowers, now that I think about it.

I just checked the current price on flowers. Sorry ladies. You’re out.

Hello new place.

Got our Internet connection working in our new place tonight. Now I can still be bored but online as well!

So yeah.

Moved from apartment in Artarmon to an apartment we bought in Chatswood. Newer building, little bit smaller but rather sexy.

Wedding photos arrived about 14 weeks after the wedding. Marika has them online so if you know how to find them you will.

We’re still married. I’m used to wearing the ring.

Marika’s family arrive on Wednesday for one month. We’re both taking time off work for their stay.

Wifi has stopped working and our Foxtel box can’t get iQ/high def. It’s also a flakey box. Tough times.

I made a Christmas icon for myself! redknobiconxmas

What, wait. What’s this bullshit? WordPress is now displaying ads in my posts?

That’s it. I’m going to migrate again and lose the rest of my audience. All one of you.

Late night

Wedding overseas was really good.

I will speak more about it another time. Almost everything went to plan. Even the mini-honeymoon in Thailand was about as bang-on as we wanted.

I’m quite tired because I’ve sat up for the last few hours mucking around with my new virtual server. Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

Really better get to sleep.

It happened. I’m a spouse.

I survived the bucks party. It wasn’t so bad. I got shot a lot due to the flurry of paintballs aimed at me, but I survived.

I also survived having my drinks spiked with vodka all night. It was probably something to do with the pork knuckle and water I had for dinner. Smart move.

Thanks, guys.

So. The fun part happened exactly one week ago:

We got married.

Turns out it was pretty easy. You just have to turn up and agree to everything.

Celebrant was quite amusing and we had a small crowd there. It was done in about 10-15 minutes. We went back to the Rocks for some beer and pretzels before hitting up another restaurant for lunch. The food was ok. I’m not sure about the photos, but that’s what you get.

Now there’s only about 2 weeks left until we depart for the “big” wedding. Sounds like there are still a few little details to take care of. Finicky things, weddings.

Still, it should be fun.

Good luck. I’m counting on all of you.

This may be my last entry. In a few hours I will begin my bucks party. I have no idea what it will involve. I have no idea if that is for the best.

If I don’t make it back alive I want you, dear readers, to only mourn for a short while. Move on. I will not hold it against you. Continue enjoying life.

I get the impression that one way or another I’m going to get wet.

Survival of the leastest – a decade of rambling

I (we?) did it! Ten years of nothing. It’s almost like Seinfeld, but their writers had a production schedule.

What have I learnt?

  • Don’t leave LiveJournal if you already have a following, because they won’t… follow any more.
  • No one cares about personality graphs/questionnaires so don’t post them on your blog.
  • It’s more fun hosting your own website (with a blog on it) than putting it up for free via
  • Keep posting regularly if you want to make any of it worth the while.

Too bad I couldn’t take my own advice for some of that.

Anyone know any good web hosts these days, by the way? Tempted to play around with that again.

There I go again, assuming someone will reply in the comments.

Anyway, I guess I can take the countdown module off the site now… Unless I update it for some other event. Like a wedding. Hm.

Marika and I have a wedding website that is not quite finished. I suppose I should update that today. I would link it here but that would remove the fun of it. Try and find it yourselves, or just ask us directly. Cop that.

Getting the clothes ready for the wedding has been a nuisance for the boys, but really easy for the girls. All they needed was 1 dress. I wish we wore dresses. It’d end up cheaper and make things easier to organise, that’s for sure.

I bought a new Logitech gaming accessory bundle, with headphones, keyboard and mouse. They’re all quite impressive but the keyboard isn’t quite as good as the simple old Logitech media one that I bought. This means I can’t spin the volume with a dial like I would normally and worst of all the keys are quite stiff… Leading to more typos on my behalf. Actually I think I’ve just gotten worse in the past few years with typing. It must be age setting in, spazzing out my motor abilities and reflexes.

I’m sick as a dog at the moment. Since the weekend (which was a long weekend). Nasty chest infection and nose permanently blocked and runny. There’s only so much Lemsip can remedy. I’ve been covering myself in bed sheets to try and sweat it out. I don’t really know if that works but I’ve had success with it in the past and it feels warm, so I guess it’s not all bad.

Unfortunately I’ve had to resort to using toilet paper instead of tissues for my nose. There just aren’t enough in the box to last long enough with a cold like this. This loo roll may as well be made of sandpaper though. I think I’ve ground my nose back  half a centimetre by now. It’s amazing that the body can continually produce so much mucous. Amazing and irritating.

We’ve got two esteemed Estonian guests living with us at the moment. They’ve settled in nicely which is reassuring. Both found jobs in careers they’re interested in and even splashed out on some new skateboards for the hell of it. Good work. Too bad neither of them drink whiskey.

Not really sure where I’m going with this so I’ll put a full stop and say thanks for hanging around this past decade.

More TV

We’ve been having a crash course in Breaking Bad this week. It’s good but frustrating to watch. Not much else to say about it really as we are a few years behind the boat. I will say though that I would have preferred to begin watching it after the series concluded. Nothing is more irritating than getting “up to speed” on a series then having to grind out the week-to-week. It’s just not as satisfying to see a story unfold each chapter weeks or months apart. Then again, I suppose it gives people something to look forward to.

There’s already enough for me to look forward to that’s not on a television screen but I kind of feel like I’m just going through the motions. I need to do more on weekends. Marika’s schedule doesn’t help, since she’s usually working and I’m too… something… to chase up other people to hang out with in my free time. Then again, no one ever seems to want to chase me up either. Kind of sad, really. Maybe it’s all a vicious cycle. Maybe it’s just from getting old. Maybe it’s due to geographical distance. Maybe no one is really interested any more. Maybe it’s a bit of everything.

Well, at least next weekend is booked. We’re going to check out wedding rings. I’m glad I won’t have to peruse solo. Every time I go window shopping alone I find it tiresome and unproductive. If I’m shopping with a goal in mind it’s not so bad because I’ll usually head straight for where I think it’s being sold, take a look and then decide to buy it. Then I go home. When I’m window shopping I just see a few things I may be interested in but then talk myself out of them. I’ll often even talk myself out of getting food for lunch because I start to feel a bit weird. I actually lost a lot of weight when I was backpacking due to this. It may sound strange but I was definitely in great shape. I suppose I was also nearly 7 years younger.