New look

Special super-duper bonus twice-in-a-day post coming up!

I [significantly] changed the theme for the first time in about 10 years, or something. Basically ever since I started using WordPress. The old classic “White as Milk” theme I had is no longer de rigueur, so it had to go. It had a good life. Unfortunately the latest web themes, formats and horizontal span have left its design behind… it also doesn’t help that it’s been unsupported forever.

Anyway, here we are.

Carry on!

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Sympathy for the blog

Well, holy cow.

I sporadically check my [this] site (narcissist, a lot) and typically just shrug and feel bad about not updating as frequently or as passionately as I used to… The action is fruitless yet I can’t repel the initiative until it’s done. It’s my own site – I know I never do anything with it, yet I check it as if I expect something new to have occurred. It’s like opening an empty refrigerator every hour when you’re bored and expecting a new, delicious food to appear out of nowhere, patiently waiting to be consumed: no matter how many times you try you’re met with denial, self-pity and defeat.

Yes, back in the LiveJournal days things were rosier and friendlier and more conversational and, well, raw. I’ve (semi) often reflected upon how often and candidly I would catalogue my general life experiences (to an embarassing degree, usually). (I even self-critique my use of bracketed asides. I can’t help that. I’ve always found it difficult to only write about one thing at a time when my mind naturally wanders. This is probably of zero interest to you, dear reader, but it’s important for/to me to jot this down. For some as yet unexplained reason)

Regardless, those days have, sadly, long gone for this blog. I do miss them. Somehow they felt simpler. More like an actual journal of thoughts and feelings that I unabashedly shared with the world. Or the web, at least. I guess that it’s still mostly private though if this page only gets 10 hits per month. Even if those 10 hits are probably some form of spam bot. Hi.

Strangely enough, the older I get the more difficult I find it to commit to a routine. Even for breakfast. My “internet experience” has gotten a lot smaller and I find myself only browsing the same handful of sites regularly. I have a lot of pages bookmarked for legitimate reasons but I never really find myself caring/energetic/curious enough to bother both checking and reading them. That is, I might randomly click on one once a month but then decide I can’t be arsed reading their updates. I suppose that’s why this blog has no traffic either.

Anyway. I’m a bit drunk writing this (when else do I ever update?) but even then I sound like I’m on a pointless whinging ramble.

Let’s document some facts (sorry, I know I always end up doing this and become dismissive during it). Someone may be interested in it some day. Maybe I’ll have great-grandchildren who give a shit what their previously 32 year old, dead, great-grandfather felt and thought one Wednesday night.

Marriage is good (hi Marika).
Work is work but things are spinning around to what I kind of want… so that’s good overall.
House is good.
I’m still not a handyman.
Another school reunion is occurring this year. I hope it’s good.
My bowling is very inconsistent.
My patience for games is down.
My poker is dead.
During the week I can’t wait for the weekend.
During the weekend I have no idea what to do with my free time and generally end up sad or drunk in soft-depression for wasting it.
I’m (99% of the time) sticking to my latest P90X3 routine which is keeping me somewhat fit and strong. When I run/jog however my heart feels like it’s dying. I guess I’m fit for sprinting.
Our bar is afloat.
I’m polishing off all of our remaining whisky and red wine (almost single handedly) because I want to get rid of it. In an efficient way, kind of.

Meh. Long enough.

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 wordpress.com.
  • 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.

Happy 11

Greetings, fans. I hope your summer/winter has been temperate. Mine has been hot and sweaty, like a towel fight in a sauna. Playing outdoor table tennis doesn’t help.

Since we last conversed I am garnishing an extra $9/week after passing yet another certification. I’m also getting a car upgrade, to a small car with 2 seats and about 100km on its odometer. I hear it even has good air conditioning. I’m thankful.

Christmas and NYE were fairly tranquil. Small lunch with a roast (I don’t like roasts) on the 25th, bucketloads of sweat with a few mixed drinks and a midnight swim on the 31st. Marika’s first day body surfing at Manly beach on the 1st. She loved it so much she’s now determined to hit the waves every day. I’m sure she would if we didn’t live so far inland in suburbia. Sydney’s beaches have shithouse public transport options to boot, so driving is the only decent option if you don’t already live nearby. Bummer.

Big Day Out is coming soon. I’ve been very lazy with my already lax exercise regime. I’m using the festival as a motivator to start doing some training again. I have no natural chest. It’s bizarre. If I don’t target it I just end up with a belly and little nipples poking out above it. Methinks that last sentence is going to generate a few hits from Google.

Today we’re meant to be visiting the Terracotta Warriors, since they’re on tour. It’s not a band. You know, those statues from China. I’m actually looking forward to it. I need a bit of culturing up. Somehow, cornflakes over the Daily Telegraph each morning doesn’t quite enhance life with regards to inspiration/perspective/reflection/education. I’m not sure if a few sculptures will either, but it can’t hurt.

If anyone’s concerned, my pokering has been going very well these last few months. I’ve worked on my game a lot and grinded my bankroll to 3x the size that it was. I’ve taken a bit of a mental break from it this last week or so, mainly due to being distracted by the shitloads of video games I bought over the Steam Christmas sales. A few treats for myself, indeed.

Marika’s visa application is underway but not yet submitted. We’ve begun the paper trail. I’m not really worried about the application itself, I’m more worried about my procrastination preventing its quick completion. We’ve made up a checklist and thankfully it’s not a very long one, so I think we’ll manage.

I don’t know why I keep putting off updates in this thing. I blame the fact that I have to actually visit my site to login and post. I tried migrating to Posterous but the import function kept timing out and their support staff didn’t respond to any of my emails. Well, fuck them. For now.

Migration

Well, I decided not to renew my web hosting. I’m a tightarse.

Instead, I’ll be on WordPress.com with their restricted settings. :( I might move again, later.

http://www.redknob.net should be redirecting here within the next few days. I hope.

Enjoy the unchangeable blue colour scheme. :(