Freeload
Redfest have given away all their tickets. I just sent my letter in yesterday. Three weeks late. Most of my train rides home were spent scouring for those tokens, and I'll be damned if I'm just gonna throw them out. Sent them in, now it's their problem.
When they first started the promotion I thought, "Easy, just check out the trains." How wrong I was. Seems CityRail has been cleaning the trains every morning. How was I supposed to enter?
Soon Van - Thursday, 31 August 2000 - 08:52
Spiralling
The obsessive compulsive behaviour that has a wrangle on my erratically eccentric life has grappled yet another pair of hands around my neck.
Believing that I had settled the matter earlier yesterday morning I was all in a quandry when the situation presented itself. Dismissing the nuisance I carried on for the next twelve minutes in utter pain. The battle being fought within the bowels of my intestines soon had me in submission.
Relenquishing my hold on the members left me in a bliss state of emptiness. The ordeal left me wondering why I was going to do what I did. I took a shower. No big deal ordinarily but I had just taken one two hours prior and it was coming up to 11:30pm. I did get to sleep feeling clean though.
I'm definitely verging on crazy/insanity/psychosis.
Soon Van - Thursday, 31 August 2000 - 06:32
Hollowman
Popcorn
HollowMan left me angry. How could a clichč suck so much? Rohna Mirtis—I believe is her name—the neighbour of Caine, seemed out of her mind. Why would she just be sitting in her apartment checking out her luscious naked bod glistening with moisture as she brushed her hair? It makes no sense.
At least it was gratuitously paced. If I had the power of invisibility I sure as hell wouldn't let a bunch of flunkies do me in. Loser. Superb special effects though and nice body casting/selection for the neighbour, I thoroughly enjoyed the visual aspects of the movie.
I felt my right kneecap pop out of alignment again as I spun on the step down out the back of my house.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 30 August 2000 - 09:18
Comics
When I awoke on Sunday morning I was overcome with this huge sense of depression. I believe my mind is thinking far, far too ahead into the future. I thought missing out on celebrating the year 2000 would get me down. This is considerably worse. The Olympics are just under 18 days away and I can't stand the heartache or the pain. It seems my brain won't let me handle life post-Olympics. This is so damn crippling.
Of course it could be the effect of daylight savings. Or even that I might of twisted my knee jumping backwards down a flight of stairs.
I think I experienced some Groo dčjá vu. I bought a backissue of Groo: Mightier than the Sword (3 of 4) which I thought I didn't have in my collection. It wasn't until I read the letters page at home that I was smacked in the face with familiarity. I frantically searched my boxes to find the offending comic. No fiend in sight. I hate buying double copies.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 29 August 2000 - 04:01
Sport
On Saturday I finally found out what my exact role in the Olympics would be. For months now I've been thinking that my volunteering position, "Print Results Distribution Runner," at the Volleyball would have me gather games results and deliver them to the data-entry people. Not so. That would of been redundant since they have the results personnel enter the scores live from the courts. What they have me doing, and around seven other runners, is delivering copies of the results all over the Entertainment Centre. Much more leg work than I entailed.
The security guards at the back of the EntCent seemed pretty clueless. No one on gate authority knew what was going down in the complex, so I flashed my accreditation pass to get through the gates. They let me in but my contact—who is a dynamo of energy, enthusiam and vibrance—said I would need to sling around my neck a 'bump-in pass.' Seems I brought along my security pass for nothing but a creasin'. I found a crease in the top-left corner when I took it off at home.
Not only did my legs get a workout running through the tunnels and access halls of the Entertainment Centre, but I got an opportunity to try out my nickname, Ethan. Soul-sucking stuff, feel kinda low though as I would like to be fully upfront to my team.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 29 August 2000 - 04:00
Nothing
I've seen someone actually wear those AirCutBackCanvases. Man, did I make a disgusting mistake.
Soon Van - Saturday, 26 August 2000 - 10:34
Spiralling
On Saturday night I will set my clocks one hour ahead and yet come Sunday morning will still be thrown off. Daylight Savings is upon the state of the Olympics but this time pushed two months forward to make it a safer place. I don't understand how the people in this article can be so upset. Yeah, sure, darklight mornings are a bit of a problem but then think about the amount of daylight you get. Makes you realise just how much of your life you end up wasting each and every day.
There's this group that are trying to fight for daylight savings to be at least six months long all across Australia. Total depression for half of the year. At least I'll feel like I'm punctual. Daylight savings ends on March 25, 2001.
Soon Van - Saturday, 26 August 2000 - 07:57
Nothing
I don't think I have the knack to hack. Or at least not get caught like the Love Bugger and mafiaboy were stupid enough to. The love bugger was tracked to the place he was staying, mafiaboy was caught out lamboasting. I think my downfall would be like that of the one seeking credit. This all comes from an anonymous posting in which I remarked that the project was like that of my spur of the moment quote, "Here's an acorn, grow me an apple." As soon as word got around about the shared sentiments I felt I had to step up to claim credit. It is sad to see then that no-one understood the exact meaning of my cryptic dummy spit. Idiots. What's the point of hacking if no one knows you've done it? How can I be a nasty hacker if I can't even handle myself on a stupid post?
Soon Van - Friday, 25 August 2000 - 04:40
Nothing
I am glad that the price of petrol has cracked the dollar mark here in Australia. Maybe now they can really think about doing something to save the planet. Sure there may be some worthwhile organizations fighting the good fight but there are a lot more jackasses and blind mice running around burning the dinosaur bones then there are the recyclers and Sol users. If you drive a car you deserve to be in an horrific accident.
Soon Van - Thursday, 24 August 2000 - 04:02
Spiralling
In what I can only chalk up to a severe breakdown of the neural networks that govern the way values are held I went and did the unthinkable. I bought a pair of AirCutBackCanvases. I actually bought a pair of Nikes. I have never before in my seventeen years of wearing sneakers owned or at least willingly purchased a brand other than Converse. After all, there is no other that exudes coolness as does the Cons label. To soften the blow some what I relinquished my GamesForce2000 voucher in the breaking of the decency barrier. For some unknown reason the checkout girl insisted on knowing my postal code. After much questioning of the sanity of the store, I yielded. It's just four numbers after all. No sooner had I left the threshold of Rebel Sport did a nose bleed ensue as I waited for the train home.
Could it be that the Converse gods were unhappy with my choice of footwear? I do believe so. In any case, I shall never purchase Nikes ever again. Coupon or no.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 22 August 2000 - 03:08
Freeload
The realisation that my efforts to attend RedFest were futile was made final as I scoped the floors and doors on the train ride home only to find a Coke bottle with entry details on winning tickets to the closing ceremony. I almost ripped off my index finger nail in the process.
Soon Van - Saturday, 19 August 2000 - 07:30
Television
On Wednesday night was the finale of The X-Files for the seventh season in Australia. There had been hoardes of reports on the fact that Duchovny would only return for half of the episodes in the eighth, and I hope final, season. The question was on how he would be written out of the show. Simple, abduct him. Didn't look like much of an alien abduction to me, from the rigormortisised look on his face Mulder seemed a willing passenger on the alien ship.
Mark Snow needs new material, the spooky whistle was played by something like an orchestra, cool in concept, dead on repetition.
Soon Van - Saturday, 19 August 2000 - 04:20
Nothing
There could be something in the water that I drink that hates me so. For the second time now in less than a month I have had the bottle jump from my hands and onto the floor. Being the obsessive compulsive that I am I cannot take the bottle in after contact with the surface of dirt. Same brand of bottle and in the same capacity, both during related database classes.
Soon Van - Friday, 18 August 2000 - 09:43
Nothing
The future is here. Or at least it sounds that way. For the past three days I thought that there was some kind of glitch or such with the voiceovers on Glenfield station. Seems not to be the case. A few other stations are too experiencing futurisation. As it is or was, the station announcements were made with a man's voice. Now there's this lady's voice. In most of the movies and TV shows I've watched, the computer voices are with a female's, not male. Case in point, the computer on all the Star Trek movies and serials are done by Majel Barret. Definitely female. The future has had a sex change.
Soon Van - Friday, 18 August 2000 - 04:53
Freeload
Didn't think I would do it but here I am. Two pins more. One pin seems so infantile that I cannot believe I shelled out $0.88 for the paper to get the coupon for it. The other one, the one from AMP was much much better. Nice nickel gold plating. Free to boot. Totally free. That's it for me, not like those losers outside the dinky little kiosk down at Darling Harbour. Sure, they waited for the limited edition one-in-a-hundred coke pin, reaching prices upward of $300. But does that matter?
Soon Van - Thursday, 17 August 2000 - 08:21
Freeload
I would not think of myself as any kind of pin collector. But if they're free then I'm in the game. This could turn out to be catastrophic in the end. I started with coins, then stamps, now comics. Gave up on the previous two since they did nothing to stimulate the mind, despite claims from the Stamp Bulletin.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 16 August 2000 - 08:00
Nothing
Success! I managed to hunt down a copy of the elusive Newton science magazine. Baulked at the cover price, a stupefying $12.95. Did offer some relief though as I read on and noticed the split month Sept/Oct bimonthly. Looks like a good read, except for the dinosaur article. Can't believe people still want to write about these creatures. Unable to locate a real feedback address.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 16 August 2000 - 07:51
Nothing
There was not a Sunday Telegraph to be found on the shelves of any newsagents just before closing. Could have been that people went pin crazy and bought as many copies of the paper as possible to limit the supply. There was, however, many many copies left of The Sun-Herald. The loser of the sunday papers, often laying fallow in the wake of a better read.
Time may be running out as I could not find a copy of the new science mag Newton either. Bummer.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 15 August 2000 - 07:49
Sport
With something like 35 days to the lighting of the Olympic cauldron I got my newly updated roster sheet in the mail. Nothing major. Just an added extra hour on my first day. This makes it close to 100 hours of free labour. It would of been good had there been a food supplier other than McDonalds.
Soon Van - Saturday, 12 August 2000 - 08:39
Spiralling
For some unknown reason, probably due to incoming wisdom teeth, I have bitten the inside of my lower lip for three nights in a row. It could not of been because I was chewing food fast. In fact on all three occassions I was in a breath before chomping down on my self. Hurts like a punch to the face.
Soon Van - Saturday, 12 August 2000 - 07:20
Freeload
I always enter a hell of a lot of online competitions. Problem is that I don't check my Hotmail account that often. This bit me when I found out that I had won tickets to the Australian premiere of Shanghai Noon. Bummer. The question from Sydney Tribe was "What do you think Jackie Chan's next movie will be called?" My answer? Misfortune Cookie, best entries won. Damn the man, the man I am.
Soon Van - Friday, 11 August 2000 - 10:23
Freeload
I thought my chances of getting a RedFest ticket were dead. That was until I heard on MMM that there were still heaps of tickets left even though the cutoff was Monday. Chance yet.
Soon Van - Friday, 11 August 2000 - 03:57
Sport
UDAC looked like it was some kind of highly secretive warehouse. Army personnel and cops beating the path up and down the side of the building. My security pass is this huge holographic laminated piece of card. My photo did not come out well at all. I would of taken some interior photos of UDAC but there was talk of some guy who was harrassed heavely by security.
Soon Van - Thursday, 10 August 2000 - 10:29
X-Men - Second Run
Popcorn
Watching a movie weeks after intially opening is not that worthwhile. I managed to find time in my day to watch X-Men again. This time on the look out for Stan Lee and Jubilee. Lee looked odd as a hotdog vendor but Katrina 'Jubilee' Florence was right hot. Boy, did the film suck. The celluloid I mean. Scratches were all over this film. There was hissing coming from the speakers and not toward the frailty of Magneto. They should lower admission prices to films shown a week out of their initial screening.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 9 August 2000 - 03:59
Sport
SOCOG are really pressing me this time. I came home to a letter about the Uniform Distribution and Accreditation Centre. They wanted me to pick up my Volunteer's uniform the very next day, Tuesday. Damn letter was given to my friend weeks ago. Even worse, my letter was even date stamped on the Friday before.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 9 August 2000 - 03:59
Television
I didn't know that Seven were running a special, X-Men: The Mutant Watch till twenty minutes into the thing. Not having a TV guide sucks.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 8 August 2000 - 04:03
Spiralling
Minding my own business on Sunday as I shaved my own hair I was rudely attacked by a magpie. This bird came from a treetop four houses away. Mean look in its eyes. Could of had something to do with the hypnotic buzz of the clipper's motor.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 8 August 2000 - 04:00
Nothing
Of all the things I've thrown into the laundry sink, none has caused me trouble. I've left coins and cards in the hole with nary a problem. Then on Saturday I leave my mechanical pencil in for a few minutes. Little did I remember but the washing machine was on. The dumped water took hold of my pencil and flushed it down the tube. Stink operation as I took apart the pipes. Man is there some god awful slime lining them tubes.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 8 August 2000 - 03:56
Nothing
There's some new science magazine that just came out, Newton. Described as a CLEO/Cosmo with science. Think I might buy it. After all, they say it has lots of nice pictures.
Soon Van - Saturday, 5 August 2000 - 06:16
Freeload
There was some stink up a few months back about a "survey" that was being distributed and handled by Australia Post. Basically it was a mailing list opt-in form. Stylized junkmail if you will. I couldn't wait til I got my hands on that form. And I waited and I waited and I waited. Finally, after totally forgetting it was even out there I received it in the mail yesterday. With a chance to win a new BMW I am sure people will be double-taking the form. I have never filled out one of these forms with my real details—apart from my address. All manner of organizations get their hands on this mailing list, conservationists to out and out junkmailer book clubs. I don't mind getting the mail from such great orgs as Panda.org, Amnesty or even the Red Cross. What does irk me is that they never spell my pseudonyms correctly.
Soon Van - Saturday, 5 August 2000 - 05:57
Popcorn
With the intent of going to watch X-Men again tomorrow I have been poorly let down. The cheapest cinema nearest to me just shifted the great comicbook film from their best cinemas into one of there crappier, smaller, softer theatres. In place of X-Men are Return to Me, Any Given Sunday and Frequency. Why in the hell did they do that? None of those films would be seen better at the huge screen. In fact they all seem like great straight-to-video releases. I probably will end up watching X-Men again anyway.
Soon Van - Friday, 4 August 2000 - 09:45
Nothing
Gnomes have been getting way too much press lately. First there was an actual news story about the sudden appearance of a few dozen gnomes on the garden of some loser. Then, this morning I hear that some joker has stuck something like a hundred gnomes on the steps of Martin Place. Nice going.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 2 August 2000 - 08:52
Neuromancer
Books
Borrowed a copy of William Gibson's Neuromancer from my ablocal library back a few weeks. In it I found this scratchie. 
See the lower-left corner with the number 012041-030? You shouldn't. That means the ticket is now void. The panel usually has the words "VOID IF REMOVED." But then how would I know that if I found the ticket?
I never got around to finishing the novel. I could only manage the first chapter. It was flooded with people and weird, unheard of descriptions. He may be a celebrated writer, but the book is no fun to read.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 2 August 2000 - 07:35
Sport
There is something like 45 days left until the Olympics and I recently got my roster sheet. The earliest times are at 08:00. That means I would have to get up at 06:00 on an ordinary day. I never get up that early. There is just no way. Plus with the expected crowds attending the Games they say that travel times could be up to an hour. That reworks and rescrews my time up to the point were I may have to awaken from my slumber at 05:00 just so I can volunteer.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 2 August 2000 - 06:58
Occupied
2Dayfm's answer—though I think no-one was asking—to Bardot, Brandot - with a T, played on the lawn of the uni library. These guys were pretty damn okay. Their 'manager' on the other hand was a total dick. Within a huge suit that would fit no-one and under a wig with a quiff out a foot, he was under the impression that a uni crowd would show any signs of enthusiasm.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 1 August 2000 - 10:03
Spiralling
In a totally uncharacteristic move on my part I let my friend try on my Fila sunglasses. He looked good in them. Like a real hardarse. What bothered me was the fact that he pushed in the shades at the bridge for a closer fit. Since then I have had this unnerving feel. They now sit on my face with a 6 degree slant down the right. The pinch on the leftside of my nose is driving me insane. That will be the last time I ever let anyone where my shades.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 1 August 2000 - 09:30
