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My Favourite Game

It’s going to be a pretty awesome next three weeks. If all goes to plan, I will spend these next couple of weeks, sitting on my couch all day, watching the 28 sports on offer, most of which i can honestly sit down and watch without getting bored. Here are a couple of my Olympic favourites

Swimming- Aussies dominating, and Michael Phelps going for like 7 gold medals. Stephanie Rice is pretty good looking too.
Athletics- Not a big fan of the field events but the sprints are always good value, takes me back to my glory days of Little Athletics.
Hockey- Aussies generally get at least get a silver medal, nice easy watching.
Shooting- Not the gay target shooting, but the trap shooting. It makes me want to hit up the Merkel farm and get some moving targets going.
Weightlifting- Seeing some drugged-up Eastern Europeans is also pretty good value. The strain in their faces says it all
Diving- I’ve logged a bit of it with my new job so I’ve come to appreciate the sport a bit more and how it works.
Football- Not up the standard of the Premier League or Champions League, but some talent has hit the shores of Bejing and will be good to see how they go.
Basketball- With the Boomers and the Opals genuine chances for a medal this will be compelling viewing for yours truly. The American Mens team, the dream team, also boast about seven of the worlds top players, there should be some pretty entertaining basketball.
Handball- You rarely get to see this sport. It’s basically soccer but with hands, everyone loves soccer and hands.

That just about wraps it up, there are some other events, mainly wrestling, boxing, judo…but they aren’t so interesting.

With Fox not having the rights to The Games I’m hoping to be a total sloth and just lounge about all day. It’s still winter, perhaps I can go the three weeks without a shower, heck maybe without even leaving the lounge room. Going to the toilet might be a problem, though I’ve been thinking of ways to combat this.

I hope you enjoy the Games as much as me, though I’ll definetley be missing The Dream, with Roy and HG.

Money for Nothing

Last night I went to a ‘friend’s birthday in the City. It was at a place called Kings Cross, which is like the gay centre of Sydney. After the night was over, I decided that I was never going to go there again. Ill explain why. Entry to the bar after 9pm costed $15. Seriously I can kinda understand clubs having entrance fees, having to pay DJ’s and all, but it was just a bar with a dance floor. We lined up for about 15 minutes, me and another mate but when we got to the front we weren’t allowed in cause we were three guys and they wanted more chicks. We walked around the Cross for a while to kill some time. Over 500m on the main street I counted about 12 strip clubs, each one with feral guys at the front encouraging us guys to come in, “if you don’t like it then leave” was their sales pitch. Along with the 12 strip clubs I would have seen about four prostitues and a heap of gays, . I felt pretty dirty in this feral suburb. We walked around and waited for some other friends, some of who were females. After lining up again we got allowed in but had to pay the $15. The place was pretty lame and boring and after an hour we left. We went to another part of the city to this place called Star Bar. Its a pretty awesome place. The bottom level has a bar and some pool tables and couches to chillax. The top floor has a couple more bars, an indoor pergola with heaps of seats and a pretty big dance floor. The drinks were pretty cheap too, I guess thats why heaps of people go there, though I only had cokes as I was driving later. We left at about 2 in the am and I walked a couple of km’s to work to log some rugby league. Throughout the game I fell asleep twice, not fully asleep but the fall asleep where your head drops, which wakes you up and you feel quite startled.

Lesson learnt from the night….Stay clear of the Cross and bars that cost to get in just aren’t worth it.

Compare the Pair

Reasons why Moto GP is better than Nascrap

1- Corners, corkscrew, chicanes,hairpins
2- Spectacular crashes
3- No yellow flag cautions
4- A third of as many laps
5- No crappy yank commentators
6- Casey Stoner and Valentino Rossi
7- My personal favourite

merry catholick day

On friday some mates & i went into the city to see what all the world youth day fuss was about.
it was pretty fun, and i think we managed to offend/upset some with our mad catholic jokes. but oh well. here’s the best one i remember:

what do you call the pope when he’s on the move?
a roamin’ catholic

ohh yeah.

it was fairly odd because all the roads were blocked from traffic so the city felt empty.
we started by checking out the berangaroo site that the pope went to on thursday.

here’s me with the stage

there were soo many catholick kids. all the “pilgrims” wore these backpacks. at one point we chatted to some kids who showed us all the stuff they got inside the backpacks. they get like notebooks and raincoats and torches (or flashlights as the stupid seppo chicks called it) and pens and lots of rad stuff.

we walked down to hyde park to see St Mary’s Cathedral where all the official stuff goes on

one of my mates Pete tried to hi-five every group of catholicks he could find. once he got punched in the mouth, and another time some aussie pilgrim punched him in the arm, right on the funny-bone part.

he had fun

then we went to the Australia museum because nic’s dad works as a photographer there so we got in for free and he showed all the good bits. then he showed us the behind the scenes bit where he does all the photography. have a look at the size of this flash

it’s freakin’ massive. nic’s dad let it off a few times, i went blind.

all in all a good outing. i know i sure felt holier for pilgrimming, i must have worked off at least a few years in purgatory.

let’s talk about rihanna

Time and Confusion

For the past couple of days I have been quite ill. It all started when I went to an Indian restaurant with my sick friend. He couldn’t finish his butter chicken so I decided to have it. He warned me he was sick, but a false sense of my strong immune system and the utter absurdity of wasting good curry was too much. The next day it hit me. Besides working a couple of short shifts I spent the next three days In bed for long periods of time. Yesterday I got home at 2pm, slept till about 9pm. Then went to bed at midnight and woke up at midday today, all up a 19 hour sleep. It sounds pretty ideal though, getting to sleep for countless hours. This is not the case though. I have this weird body function where when I am sick I dream of really complicated things. I’ll give you a couple of examples. A couple of months ago when I had the flu I dreamt of a political uprising in war-torn Africa. I was like the police chief and had to work out who committed an assassination. Yesterday I dreamt that I had to build a house, but being a stupid non-DIY city kid I had no idea how to do it. I racked my brain for what seemed like hours, but to no avail. I get so stressed while having these dreams, and I feel so much worse.

Also, I haven’t eaten anything for the past four days. I’ve been living on apple juice. Yesterday I went to the toilet at work and It smelt strongly of urine. I immediately vomited in the open (lucky) toilet. Luckily for me It was all AJ and came out quite easily.

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.