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:: at my command unleash hell :: opps meant kittens, not hell ::

Archive for November, 2007

I sense something, a presence I’ve not felt since…

Governor Tarkin: You don’t know how hard I found it, signing the order to terminate your life.

Princess Leia: I’m surprised that you had the courage to take the responsibility yourself.

Governor Tarkin: Princess Leia, before your execution, you will join me at a ceremony that will make this battle station operational. No star system will dare oppose the Emperor now.

Princess Leia: The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers.

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Acid test

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If the Festival of Democracy cracks out on Saturday night and the political flavour changes from Coke to Pepsi, promise yourself one thing. Make a pledge to yourself to no longer accept or tolerant the shrill ugly selfishness that has that has completely fucked over Australian society over the last 12 years. And don’t delude yourself for a nano second that the so-called leftie side of politics has a mortgage on being Caring, Understanding, Nurturing Types.

From my personal observation since 1996 I’ve also watched certain aspects of alternative politics turn into yet another ugly mirror image of mainstream politics. It’s beyond disconcerting to observe apparently intelligent people behaving like shallow, self-serving fuckwits who are either too tender of years, naive or who don’t remember (or want to know) the Australian notion of a Fair Go. I recall quite a different attitude growing up in the 70’s and 80’s, there seemed to be an attitude of broader acceptance. Read the rest of this entry »

Going to a pop rock show

If Muse’s Melbourne gig tomorrow night is as 33.3% as good as this 2004 Glastonbury outing, I’ll be one deliriously happy little vegemite. One more sleep!

Kitten of Doom!!!!!!!

I want a New Toy, oh ay oh, nothing too demanding. Ta.

Beer Can Hill has a new resident - Kitten of Doom. Isn’t she fugging gorgeous! KoD is the ultimate set-and-forget commuter, practically the only thing I’ll have to do now is ride the ruddy thing to bed the disc brakes in. And then possibly adjust/replace the head stem. And then decide if 36T is fine … and then decide whether to replace it with 44T … and then have to frig around with the chain line … but like most projects it’s ongoing process of tweaking until optimum results and/or satisfaction is obtained.

The 15′ frame is a Felt MTB of indeterminate gender, the Kona Project 2 forks were pilfered from The Blokes Kona Unit nee Kona Travesty of transcontinental fame, with Alfine 8-speed hub, bomb proof cherry-red Velocity Deep V 32 hole wheel-set, Shimano cable disc brakes and obligatory SKS guards + Zefal toe-clips so I can wear any shoes I goddamn like. The frame was power-coated the same time as the roadie. Read the rest of this entry »