Fizzle

boat people

here’s a little puzzle/game thing i came upon. it’s one of those puzzles where you have to get people from one side of the river to the other, but it’s more difficult than any other one’s i’ve come across.

basically there’s a family and a cop and a robber who have to cross, but as usual only two can fit on the raft at a time and some people can’t be with others.

so the rules of crossing are:
The dad can’t be with any of the daughters without their mum being there,
The mum can’t be with any of the sons without their dad being there,
The thief (striped shirt) can’t be with any family member if the policeman isn’t there,
Only the dad, mum and the policeman know how to operate the raft.

i’m not sure sure why the parent’s beat up the children of the opposite sex, but if you try to make them then a little animation pops up of the parent knocking out the kid.

press the big circle to start
click on people to put them on or off the raft, then click the red pole on the opposite side of where you are to go across.

Midnight Express

As many of you know I used to be quite the little athlete. Back in my prime (12 years old) I could run 2km’s in just under nine minutes. Last night I had to get to a friends house. He lives about 6kms away. Normally I would get a lift but on this paticular night no one wanted to help me out. I was a bit frustrated regarding another issue so I decided to run it, let off some steam. I packed my bag with water and clothes for the next day and headed off at about midnight. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to run all the way so I gave myself about 2 hours for my trip. My first stint of running took me about 1 kilometre before I decided to walk for a couple of minutes. Throughtout the rest of the trip I would run mostly, then walk for a couple of minutes. I got to my destination eventually and looked at the clock, and because I am sped with 24 hour time I thought it was 1:30 in the am. I thought this was fair enough, took how long I thought i would. I was quickly corrected that it was in fact half past 12, and that I had done the run/walk in pretty much 30 minutes exactly. I estimated that if I had the fitness I would have taken another 5-10 minutes off my time, solely running not walking. I also stopped for about 3 minutes at a friends place to drop something off on the way. So it appears that I am as fit as I used to be, and that all this indoor has indeed helped. Not suprisingly my self esteem has grown in the last day.

Tiredest One

The time is 1:24 in the am. I’m sitting in front of my computer at work, and have been for the past hour or so. I got to my nine hour shift a bit early, as to prepare. that’s right, I am working from 12am till 10am. I’ve already had a really strong coffee and a got a couple of cokes on the way to work. I get to log skateboarding (yay) and nascar (remotley better). I tried sleeping from about 6pm till 11pm, but only managed about an hours sleep. I’ve been training well for this though. For the last couple of weeks I’ve been watching Euro. The games have been on at 4:30am meaning I’ve been averaging about 3 hours for the past couple of weeks. Thats a heap compared to the 1 hour I got tonight at least. Yawn

pretty vacant

today hugs shaved my head (ie, with a razor down to skin). i don’t really like it but. we went through two new razors, and i bled a few times. especially when the blade caught on the top of my scalp and pulled the skin with it a bit. it stung bad when i had to rinse the shaving cream off. but here’s the result.

also, i might as well make this post a double feature, some of you may have seen the link to this website on tricky’s site. basically, it’s a website where you send a picture and get one back. i showed it to tricky and then we spent a while sending pictures between each other (and obviously other people). then i sent one saying “hello, my name is tristan and i live in australia. i hope you enjoyed learning about me” and then i drew a rough map of australia and an arrow to albury. then a minute or two later tricky says to me (we were also chatting IM stylez) “lawl”, cos he just received a picture saying “hi tristan, i’d love to visit australia one day” out of the blue. made my day… and it was only the first hour of the day.

actually, stuff the double feature, i’m going all guns blazing with stuff to say. today i went to do some grocery shopping, and strathfield woolies is undergoing some major refurbishments so everything is all over the place, and nothing is where is should be, in fact some things are on two separate aisles. when i go in, there’s even a chick waling around with a sash on that said “INFORMATION”. then i see some old guy (ie 80+) asking for where something was, then he goes “this place is terrible. it’s a disgrace!” and the info chick tried to explain that it was temporary and for the better etc. he was having none of that and walked on angrily. then i saw another old guy inspecting an aisle layout sheet, that tells you where things are. and the first old guy goes up to and shouts (probably cos he was deaf) “hey! where is the toilet paper?” and the other old guy looked at him confused. so he goes again “you know, the stuff you wipe your arse with!” pauses for a bit, then: “this place is f[bomb]ing disgusting! what a c[bomb] of a place!” i must say, i was quite taken aback of the language that came from the old guy’s mouth. did not expect that, to say the least.

Champion

Besides him forgetting I was working one shift, and taking at least a week to reply to me emails, my new boss is awesome. He uses words like gnarly when watching action sports for work. He thinks it’s smart to try to teach me about 12 different things in the space of 5 minutes, I wonder if he knows how little information I have retained. But the yardstick of his brilliance was that for lunch today he had on his desk 12 bread rolls and a roast chicken from woolies. It made me temporarily question whether the Rod Man actually was my father. He even offered some of his lunch to me. It took me back to the days of catching a train from Strathfield to Katoomba for Winter Camp, and eating a whole roast chicken on the train, with no cutlery or serviettes.

Tristan…I await

Figjam

I’m not sure what it is, whether it is the multiple train trips. The hot chocolate from Starbucks whilst reading the SMH (60c for all Starbucks customers). Maybe it’s the formal clothes. It could even be the really attractive females. It’s possibly the 50% pay rise, or the upmarket waterfront restaurants.

I’m starting to like the city. That’s right, not neutral…like!

Since when do I backflip on issues? By the way I got this hoodie and its really…unique.

On others matters, my new boss is a bit of a goose. I’m pretty sure I know more about sport than him, and when I first saw him today he didn’t say anything, prompting me to say… “you asked me to come in today.” His response was…”really… OK come this way.” How promising.

music when the lights go out

so as some of you know, the hard drive on my computer died, which meant i lost everything on it that i didn’t have backed up. thankfully, i’d backed up nearly everything of importance, so it just means i had to reinstall all the programs.
i was pretty calm about it all, but now, when i tried to re-install my ipod, it deleted all my music from my ipod. it’s all gone, lost from computer and ipod. freakin apple. and apart from having to reload all my cds onto the computer and then refill my ipod, i’ve lost a few gigs of music which i didn’t have in hard formats.

Probably Bad Dreams If You’re a Refugee

The other day I looked inside a shoe at work, and was surprised to see that it was made in Germany. At the time this surprised me, as thought it meant It was made of the highest quality by skilled German shoe-makers. It then occured to me that I was only impressed cause it wasn’t made in China or some other part of South East Asia.

I think I’m racist.

Why Don’t You Get a Job

After 3 years at Pauls, my time might be coming to an end. Yesterday I went into Foxsports, a sports broadcasting company, for an interview and was offered a job there doing logging. Lots of people ask me what logging is. Basically I sit in front of a computer watching live sport and writing notes and highlights of the game, making it easier for reporters to compile stories. I get paid an extra $6 an hour from what I get at Pauls, but there are some weird hours involved. Lots of sport that Fox shows is held in American and Europe, meaning I will have to be working sometimes from 2am, and through the night. I’m pretty excited about this job, in regards to the whole foot in the door of the industry, and maybe soon I’ll get promoted to news reader. The job isn’t the easiest to get to, bus to Strathfield Station, train to Town Hall, then walk around Darling Harbour to Pyrmont.

My first shift is this monday…Kicky On!

Kick it to Me

So quite a bit, for my quiet standards, has been happening recently. Firstly I got offered a job interview at Foxsports, a sports journalism company. It was originally going to be over the long weekend, meaning I wouldn’t be able to go to camp. This got re-scheduled meaning I am now coming to camp.

Out indoor team had been going along quite well until tonight when we lost by a goal to the team that we (minus me in Greece) beat last time 5-0. Anyway we went down 4-3, one of our goals being an own goal from their defender. I was happy enough to score our two legitimate goals, and at least when you score in a losing team, you can leave the game with something positive. We really should have won tonight, and I got quite frustrated at one point during the game, with lack of any decent shots. Apart from that, playing indoor has been a blast, and lots of people have commented that I have lost weight, though I still refuse to believe them.

I went to a club the other day. It was better than I thought it would be, danced a bit. The highlight was watching some guy in line for 15 minutes all the way till he got to the bouncers, knowing he wouldn’t get allowed in for wearing running shoes, and I was right. Kinda evil of me, but surely people know you can’t get into posh Sydney clubs with running shoes, let alone any club.

Ohh yeah and Phantom was flippin’ sweet, thanks Christine :D