Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good
health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed
interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your
friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a
three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing
game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose
rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable
home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up
brats you spawned to replace yourself.Choose your future.
Choose life.
change of url
Not that many (if any) read this blog - but if you do the URL is changing later this afternoon.
In future you’ll be able to find it at blog.whatever.net.nz
FU Google
So the one thing that the recent changes to Google Apps accounts - where by I can no longer be logged into two seperate Google App domains at the sametime … it has forced me to start using Mail and iCal on the laptop.
So far so good - but I hate being forced into using something like this.
fuck. me.
You know what sucks?
Finding out that a friend (and wife of a close friend) died almost four years ago. And I never knew.
RIP babe.
Right foot
followed by her left foot
We gotta get you home
before your curfew
and into your bed.Standing
on our tiptoes
peering through
open windows
I swear I heard my name.Stitting
with the lights off
waiting for my brain to start
trying to work things outIt’s thunder
and it’s lightning
and it’s all things
too frightening
I could barely see outside.Your body was black and blue
It struck twice there’s nothing new
Your body was black and blue
It struck twice there’s nothing newYour body was black and blue
Your body was black and blue
Your body was black and blue
Your body was black and blue
Your body was black and blue
Your body was black and blue
Your body was black and blue
Your body was black.And it’s thunder
and it’s lightening
coming home.And it’s thunder
and it’s lightening
coming back.Your body was black and blue
Your body was black and blue
and your body…I have to say goodnight
I’m leaving before you’re punching out my lights
I have to say goodnight
I’m leaving before you’re punching out my lights
I have to say goodnight
I’m leaving before you’re punching out my lights
I’m leaving
I get a lot of my music from paintball these days. Here’s another one from Dan Napoli of Disconnected Media fame from the recent ETV ‘Coming Home’.
Thunder & Lightning by We Were Promised Jet Packs
You can find the episode of Coming Home here: http://etv.planeteclipse.com/store/
You can find the song here: http://itunes.apple.com/nz/album/these-four-walls/id318592902?ls=1
i got to play
This weekend I got to play paintball.
I know that doesn’t sound like much, but I’ve been out of the tournament scene for almost three years - what with buying TAG, family stuff and generally needing a break from some of the general bullshit that was so prevalent in the sport.
Downside was that I’m broken - torn hamstring - so didn’t get to play as much as I might like. But I knew that going in, so wasn’t as heartbreaking as you might think. A big thanks to Phoenix for letting me come guest with them.
I’m not going to cover off talking about the event - I’ll do that on my other blog.
Overall it was fun - but it has just reenforced what I already knew. The team needs a stable roster, training needs to be more focused - and the guys have to work on some personal fitness & speed.
But I guess I know what I want to do - now that I know I still have the desire to play - and that is to put a team together and start winning again. But that means fixing a whole bunch of stuff in Wellington first - so I better get started.
I’m still here.
75 today
Today would have been my dad’s 75th birthday - if he were still alive.
Seems strange to think of that kind of milestone for someone who is not around anymore.
It would be fair to say that my dad and I didn’t always see eye to eye. I suppose that expectation is an awful thing when it is not fulfilled - but there is not much I can do about that now.
My main regret is that my kids - and Tania - never got a chance to meet him. I never got the chance to see if having grandchildren would have changed our relationship at all - hopefully for the better.
Anyway - happy birthday dad.
I’m still here.
(For those that are wondering the photo is of my Uncle Geoff, Aunty Diane, my dad (Derek), Beverly, Lorna, Chris, Simon and myself. Taken in 1978 in New York.
A friend has a new camera - and he’s snap happy at the moment.
Heres one he took of me recently at Cuckoo in town.
Spinner
I’m not the only one to move blogs recently - in fact Stick was the inspiration for the move.
it starts now
It’s happened before. It will probably happen again.
Every so often I feel the need to clean house, and start all over again. This is one of those times … and I’m sure you’ve noticed that the old blog @ whatever has gone, never to be seen again.
This is the new blog. A fresh start, a clean sheet - all that jazz.
I won’t promise that there will be regular updates, I won’t promise that things will entertain. But I will promise that things will continue to change, nothing will remain the same - and always, I will still be here.
