Hoons beware!

The police are getting even tougher on hoons these days. Exclusive footage of the police crushing cars for a variety of offences.



Consider yourself forewarned!

Vampires

Vampires seem to be very 'in' these days. What with Twilight and all that stuff kicking around it's no wonder that more and more people think they need to drink from their peers.
However there is a group of people who do really need blood and a separate lot who will willingly drain your blood for the former. These blood drainers are not moody and pale but are in fact the Red Cross.

My nursing friend convinced me to give donating a go so I went along and did it. It was easy to do and surprisingly comfortable. So much that I may try to get myself one of those chairs they have. If you get queasy at the sight of blood and needles then it might not be for you though. There is lots of blood, albeit contained in pipes and a small bag, and there is obviously a big needle. Said needle looks like it could take your arm off but it wasn't bad at all. It hurt less than flicking yourself in the nose. Even if you don't like blood or needles you don't have to watch, so therefore just about anyone can do it. For example...



So there you have it, stop being selfish and hogging all that delicious blood. Go forth and make an appointment or just check out the whole scene here at www.donateblood.com.au or call them on 13 14 95. Honestly it's really easy and you can make a big difference to someone life. Also you get a cool sticker, heaps of apple/orange juice and snacks at the end of it. Even if, like me, you flake out half way and wake up upside down in the chair with nurses fussing over you, you still get snacks and they still get blood. It's a win win situation.
Another benefit is having a dot on my arm where the needle went in. So now I can wear short sleeves and freak people out when they think I'm a junkie...

Go on, give them your blood. You'll only waste it from needless bleeding anyway.

New layout.

Got a new layout from the link you can see at the top left of your screen. This is the layout that was found when I searched for "cake" and "robot". I think it's fitting. Although we shall see how long it lasts before I change it.

Surprises

A few months ago I worked out this idea that if I strategically hide treats I will find them over a certain period of time. I blew a chunk of cash on chocolate and other delicious things with a generous use by date and then hid them around my room. I planned to hide them around the house but they might have been located and consumed by people that aren't me. Mostly my housemates and visitors. Therefore I had a house worth of goodies to hide in one room and ended up finding and consuming most of it within a fortnight. However I hid a few items much better than the rest and every now and them I find something and am delighted to have a snack.
This morning was one of those times. While looking for socks I found a packet of mint slices which consist of chocolaty biscuit, a layer of minty type stuff and all covered in milk chocolate. Breakfast was served! Well, not breakfast but lunch, so far.
So after what I though was a brilliant idea initially failed but then succeeded after I abandoned it. I just wish more of my schemes would have pulled through after being abandoned.

Now I'm off to make a plant press and pillage everything that happens to be native and in flower within about 1km (which I assume is the range of the average student on a sugar rush) Tallyho!
Oh, and the Germans in this book use the phrase 'Right-oh" quite a bit. Interesting as I say Righto just as much. Coincidence or common language? I blame Telstra.

That is all.

Germans are easier.

A refreshing discovery while reading The One That Got Away. In other escape or war books I have read it is from the American or British point of view. Which despite being written in English I still have to do a fair deal of translation. Translation of Imperial units to Metric units. All the measurements they use is in inches, feet or miles which means every second page has me doing some maths or estimations. This is easy enough once you remember that a mile is 1.6k, three feet are a meter and an two inches is 5cm. Measurements of volume still throw me out because I cannot for the life of me remember what an ounce or a gallon is (one gallon is four litres?).

However! This book is from the German point of view and uses metric, glorious metric! Which means everything they say makes sense and I only get confused when the British writers try and confuse me by throwing in miles every now and then. But when Von Werra says 10 meters, I damn well know it's 10 meters and now 30 feet.
The same goes for ordinance when you read about tanks and such. The British measure their weapons in pounds, a 6 pounder being a small anti tank gun. The Germans use metric for their guns like the famous Flak 88, named 88 after its gun size being 88mm.

I can cause a lot of confusion and if I remember rightly there was a problem with the international space station when parts made in a metric country were sent to fit NASA's imperial pieces. The measurement was lost in translation and the parts didn't fit. Probably expensive parts. So I wonder which is the best measurement for the world to use? Or the best currency system? or which is the best side of the road to drive on? Actually the side of the road driven on is a spin off of which hand you held a sword in back in the old days before uzi's and drive by's. The old fashioned ride by armed with sword or lance. I bet I would get arrested for hitting passing traffic with a sword... What a sad world we live in.

Watch this!

I had a productive day today! I woke up and wondered how a bus had gotten into my room, run me over and then gotten out again without me waking up. I then went down the street to sell some books I will never read again and are taking up book shelf space. Turns out my collection of near perfect condition of Lord of the Rings trilogy is worth $5. I suppose I should have sold them around the time of a movie or to a lesser extent, game release. So since I was five bucks up I chipped in another three and got The One That Got Away, about the only German PoW to escape back to Germany.

Then I decided to replace the battery in my watch that I haven't used for a good few years. Twelve bucks later and I have half a kilo of expensive and delicate machinery rolling around my wrist and getting caught in all my pockets. I usually use my phone for the time but I decided that I would change it to 24 hour time so I could learn to read it. Instead of knowing 24 time off by heart, I just spend the afternoon confused and trying to guess the time from the sun or the radio. Now at least I have a watch with no numbers to help me. I do like the look of it though and I will now know when I'm running late and by how much. Though I doubt very much that it will even once prevent me from being behind time.

Then I bought ice cream. Not just the normal ice encrusted from the deep freeze in the corner milk bar type though. This stuff was the real deal actually tastes like what it's named after, type. For a few bucks I got a scoop of mint, a scoop of apple pie and a scoop of Snickers. This stuff actually tastes like their namesake. Even the apple pie has an aftertaste of pastry. The mint was pretty standard though. Now this ice cream was served in a little cup and by the time I had gotten to the Snickers it was beginning to melt. After eating the icy parts I prepared to drink the rest. Illidan should have been there to tell me "You are not prepared!" or sum such drama. Eating a Snickers in normal or ice form is a pleasant experience (unless your allergic to nuts in which case you should be dialing 000) But drinking one is a whole new way of consuming novelty flavoured ice cream. It won't change your life but it will make you consider drinking all future candy for the next five minutes.

That is all.

I died this morning.

Far Cry two continues to surprise me. I had a quick game this morning to replace breakfast and was killed in a way I didn't expect. After a badly set up ambush I was out of ammo with only one guy to kill. This one guy however, was armed with an MG or sorts. He wasn't very bright though (or so I thought) because I was behind some good cover and he was emptying his clip at me. I figured I wold wait till he reloaded then I'd sprint out and get him with my knife. After a brief wait he stopped shooting and began to reload which I took as a sign to take him down. As I run towards him he is still fumbling with his weapon and I think to myself "Aha! he won't be able to reload in time!" but alas, he didn't need to reload. As I was about 6 feet from him he drops his gun and whips out a pistol as large as his head...
I have just enough time to realise I'm in trouble before I went down like a sack of heavily armed but out of ammo potatoes. It was either a clever bit of AI that made him gun me down with his desert eagle or perhaps it was a more scripted event that makes a sniper or gunner (he had an MG so he was a gunner) use their sidearm when their target gets too close. Regardless, I was very surprised. On the plus side my buddy came along and got me back on my feat and paid out some vengeance for me our pistol friend. Isn't it great when a game continues to sup rise you? Except of course the first time you come across an assault car with a grenade launcher on it. That is both a quick and explosive death sup rise...