Roman Robots (that clean the floor)

Have you ever been told that you look like a Llama?

Well it’s that time of the year again when I desperately try to face down the reality of my own aging by voting in the Triple J Hottest 100. The process was actually fairly easy this year – in fact the only problem I faced was filling in two slots left over once I’d picked out my favourite songs. That’s never happened before, obviously music is getting more and more crap as time wears on (No! It’s not because I’m becoming old and irrelevant! Honestly! 🙂

So my top ten picks for this year (in alphabetical order of artist) are…

Two songs that almost (but not quite) got into the final two slots…

A few more notable tracks from the year…

And that’s your lot!


Me am play gods!

There’s a new Dresden Codak out! Strange and wonderful as usual.

Poking around in the archive (because reading one Dresden Codak is never enough) I came across the Caveman Science Fiction strip which remains one of the funniest things I’ve ever read. Go on, take a look.

My obsession with FreakAngels has finally broken my mind. How else can you explain this? I mean, I could be out there living an amazing life of action, adventure and fast women, but instead I sit in the dark customising a mediawiki installation and combing through webcomic panels for every last, insignificant, tiny detail. I’m clearly insane.

China 2.0

All hail the Great Leader!

China 2.0

The federal government has green-lighted its highly controversial censorship plan to introduce a mandatory internet filter that will block refused classification content* from being accessed on Australian soil.

* By which they mean anything on a secret government blacklist compiled without any oversight (judicial or otherwise) and with no right of appeal. Hooray for democracy!

I’m getting too old for this…

I didn’t even drink!

Had a great night up at Fabes’ place last night with Ryan and Paula, playing cards (Gloom, Che Geek, Munchkin and poker) eating pizza and bawling songs at the top of our lungs into the iPhone audio memo app. I didn’t get home until 3:00am.

It’s just gone 2:00pm and I’ve only just stumbled out of bed. I feel like death. I think my body is trying to tell me it prefers a warm mug of cocoa and a bedtime of about 9:00pm on Saturday nights.

*sigh* I’m getting old.

Alone Alone All All Alone…

There’s always an occasion to break out the Coleridge!

…alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on my soul in agony,

One of my co-workers has just had a baby, and is working from home.
Another of my co-workers is off for his grandmother’s funeral.
The third co-worker had a migraine headache.
The accounts guy only comes in on Mondays and Thursdays.
The new sales guy works on the road.
The boss is out at meetings all day.

There’s several truckloads of work to do and I’m the only one in the office. Oh joy.

My crushes, let me show you them…

It’s all just bitch bitch bitch! ;D

Ah, crushes! Where would we be without them? A lot better off if you ask me.

I don’t know about other people’s views (hey, that’s pretty much the definition of aspergers 😉 but personally I find crushes really inconvenient. They’re like a lingering cold. They show up out of nowhere, make life difficult, and take forever for you to get over. If there was a vaccination against them I’d get it.

I currently have quite a collection of crushes. None of them very serious – it’s been a few years since my last really bad one – but all of them just strong enough to be tiresome. Let’s see…

OK, there’s the redhead on the morning train who’s always dressed in black. There are three on the morning bus – the tall blonde who gets off at the hospital, the brunette geek who gets off at the dental college (although I haven’t seen her for a while) and there’s the very classy looking redhead who carries on towards the university. There are two women at the office – details of whom I’m not going to include lest anyone at the office reads this. There’s the sweet and friendly strawberry blonde at the sandwich shop, and her asian colleague. And there’s the shorter blonde on the afternoon bus.

The only two of these women that I’ve ever actually spoken to are the ones at the sandwich shop. They’re both very nice girls – insofar as I can tell from buying rolls and salads from them. The strawberry blonde and even talk a little bit now and then. Nothing major, just general small talk while she’s getting my change. Mind you, that’s falling off a bit recently because I can never actually think of anything to say to her. That’s one of the problems with being a socially inept aspie – you’re not much use at holding up your end of a conversation.

So she says something friendly, I’m lost for words, and I end up slinking away feeling lower that dirt. As a result every trip to the sandwich shop is a roller coaster of anxiety, stress and disappointment, only slightly mitigated by the fact that the food is pretty damn good.

This is what crushes do to me. Can you see why I’m sick of them?

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