Long time. Warrup?!
FYI
- Do NOT send me wedding meeting invitations if we haven't been chatty in the last year or so
- Do NOT expect me to RSVP if I'm planning to cut your wedding reception
- Its YOUR wedding - between you and your husband. If I cut because of:-
- Genuine reason
- Better plan
- Couldn't be bothered to attend
DEAL with it!
Its tiresome enough to have one girl all up on your case about missing her wedding. But EVERY girl?!
I raced again tonight. Its hard to describe how I feel when I race. Nervous. Frightened. Petrified. I always wonder if this is the day. The day with which I'll be remembered. My one juvenile mistake. The one thing I know I shouldn't have done but I do anyway. My heart thuds so hard against my chest - begging to be freed. Maybe today.
I feel the vessels on my temple pulsing to the beat. Only there is no music. I shudder. Adrenaline and the ice-cold breeze don’t go well together. I wonder if what I look like in this state as I grip the steering wheel, knuckles cold and unfeeling. I'd check, but the mirror is for that last car. The one driver that’s always trying to use the bypass right before we're off. Not wondering why 3 cars are parked like that, engines running, drivers silent - focussed. Girlfriends silent - shit scared.
He's gone.
No fanfare. No squealing of tires. Its all almost somewhat reluctant. An afterthought. Silence and a surge.
This is not my race.
His car leaps ahead. He's the one with the supercharger. Naturally, It should do that. I can almost imagine the g-forces pushing her back in her seat. Her thinking to herself this is the last time she's riding with him. I hear his car hiss. From the tiny hole that’s not supposed to be there. Sounds all too snake-like. He likes it that way. Him on the other hand. We don’t know much. His car should be fast, sure. But he's new. Inexperienced. My edge? I know this route. I race it all the time. Every curve, bend and bump is seared in the back of my head.
The longest and shortest five minutes of my life.
The road flies by so fast. Swerve. Weave. Accelerate. My car feels much too old now. The way I push it, it wont last very long. The engine wail says it all. Hold on - this is the last race, I whisper, just this one. The back suddenly slips out jolting me out of my reverie. And for a brief instant, my heart leaps free - as I pound the brakes. I slow down. And the race is over.
We get out of the cars. We laugh and talk about the bump we all hit. The driver we missed narrowly. The near spin-out he almost had. My heartbeat slowly running down to normal
Been in Mozambique for the past 2 weeks now. It must be awesome for people these ends living on one huge beach. The whole country is essentially one beach. Since its pretty much Portuguese country, they are Meditteranean through and through. Sea food, olive oil, palm trees, coconuts and sunbathing.
Yes, I'm having a blast. Yes the ladies are hot hot HOTT! But me i'm more interested in the food (honest). I'm not really a seafood type of guy, these guys have the best tasting prawns ever!
I don't know if this is normal, but I read everything I can on movies. I read casting news, previews, reviews, impressions and scripts. Latinoreview and Aint-it-Cool news are favourite haunts of mine. As is The Editing Room now. Anyway, my point is last night while everyone was at BHH, I read a really really awesome script for Prince Of Persia, which will star Jake Gyllenhaal. I had so much fun reading it I felt I had to share. Click here.
"Oh shit!" moment
Ever had one of those "This is going to hurt" moments? This morning, I was leaning way too far out of a non-empty bathtub - over a sink for a towel hanging on the door... and I caught my reflection in the mirror
For the relationship I wish I had
For never being the son you always wanted me to be
For the mistakes I've made, the wrongs I've done
For knowing I'd be lucky to be half the man you are
For when you'll say you're proud of me
Just once
Even if you lie
My Father, my hero
The Daily Monitor today featured this article on World Sight/Cane day.
Article boring to me, and then this caught my eye
I lol-ed for like half an hour - I kid u not. That there is Geordi La Forge from Star Trek : Next Generation. Couldn't the editors find ONE picture of a real blind person on the Net or their archives to put instead of this?
There was a bit of drama in the office this morning. There was an attempted robbery last night but the guys were caught by the security company. Turns out, one of them was part of our support staff, who also stayed at the office premises. He had an ok thing going. A place to stay. A steady-enough job. Pity. Sad thing was when office activities were stopped for 30 minutes because (during interrogation) he suggested he had been informed by an employee that there would be money in office that night. We were called out for him to identify the person who'd given him the information. Turned out he was lying. I've never seen anyone in my life receive such a slap. Jarring.
Ever since Melanie started blogging and commenting on posts about her, I find myself liking her a lot more - and disliking Fatboy. Before I didn’t care. Even enjoyed Fatboy egging her into saying something silly.
I must be the only person who went to the Jazz festival and didn’t think it was orgasmic. It was an okay time, people - easy on the accolades
When I was car hunting, I dropped by JapaneseVehicles.com to look around. I asked for a price quote, they ended up adding me to their newsletter. Now, I get holiday messages all the time and today, a Happy Halloween offer.
Today, I got a Hi5 invite from my dad. My 60 yr old retired dad.
What have you done this morning?
Alright. So we're still alive. There's a good reason for it too. See yesterday wasn’t the first particle collision. It was just a beam test. So pretty much - the machine works. The actual collision is set for October 21st. You have an extension, puny humans, unbelievers. Use it
In other news, I discovered a new superpower I didn’t know I had.
Three years ago, an Australian man built up so much static electricity in his clothes as he walked that he burned carpets, melted plastic and sparked a mass evacuation.
Frank Clewer, of the western Victorian city of Warrnambool, was wearing a synthetic nylon jacket and a woollen shirt when he went for a job interview.
As he walked into the building, the carpet ignited from the 40,000 volts of static electricity that had built up.
"It sounded almost like a firecracker or something like that," he said.
"Within about five minutes, the carpet started to erupt," he told Australian radio.
Perplexed firemen evacuated the building and cut its electricity supply, thinking the burns could have been caused by a power surge.
"There were several scorch marks in the carpet, and we could hear a cracking noise - a bit like a whip - both inside and outside the building," said fire official Henry Barton.
Mr Clewer said that after leaving the building, he scorched a piece of plastic in his car. His clothes were measured by firemen as carrying an electrical charge of 40,000 volts; the Reuters news agency quoted Mr Barton as saying. The fire official added that the charge was close to being high enough to cause the items to spontaneously combust.
"I've been fire fighting for over 35 years and I've never come across anything like this," he said.
This story happened about 3 years ago. I got some nice woollen pants recently. Very comfortable. Problem is, going about my daily activities they tend to produce a lot of static. So pretty much every metal object I touch at the end of my day gives me a nasty electric shock. It’s usually my car. At first I thought it was something was up with the electric system, but when the gate shocked me …
I've tried to stun people with my static, it doesn’t seem to work. Up till yesterday the only thing I could do was raise bits of paper slightly without touching them. But last night...
Last night I lit a light bulb
This just in, the world as we know it, is about to end!
Today
You know it's a great time to be alive when you hear scientists are about to flip the on-switch to what could very well be the world's first true Doomsday Device. For the people who've been living under a non-scientific rock, the long wait for the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) - which was conceptualised over 3 decades ago, is coming to a close. It's basically an all-powerful particle collider which when turned on, will (theoretically) push even Particle Physicists in uncharted territory.
Why this is dangerous
- No one really knows what's going to happen when they turn on "the new machine, which is designed to accelerate protons to energies of 7 trillion electron volts and then bang them together to produce tiny primordial fireballs, miniature versions of the (theoretical) Big Bang
- Critics have argued the Institute that designed the machine have intentionally downplayed the risk that the collider could produce a black hole that would swallow the Earth, or that it could create some other dangerous particle
Why this is cool
- This is the stuff Science Fiction is made of!!!
- Who doesn't like explosions and stuff?!
All that you know… is at an end (Silver Surfer…2004)
...how do you go back to being ordinary, when you've been so much more?
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
Till it was a battle cry
I'll come back when you call me
No need to say goodbye
Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to war
Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye
Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it, too
Doesn't means that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Till they're before your eyes
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say goodbye
...farewell Peter, Susan. we had so little time
