War crimes wife stood by her man in Bosnia shootout - World - smh.com.au

War crimes wife stood by her man in Bosnia shootout - World - smh.com.au

"Incapacitated with a single shot".... I imagine the US Army would have solved the problem by calling in an air strike....

The Contrarian / Kerry Packer was never one of the people Archives

Well said: The Sydney Morning Herald Blogs: The Contrarian / Kerry Packer was never one of the people Archives

Why am I doing this? / Migraine

Wow, day three of my diet (Something I haven't mentioned up until now, day three is hardly an achievement) and I have been hit by the second migraine of my life.... Water/food/painkillers and a well placed hot water bottle seem to have removed it, and now I'm left with a hangover. My wife thinks its detoxification, I think its hypoglycemia

I really shouldn't be on the computer, I can feel it coming back... Just a little.

Anyway, I've been surfing del.icio.us and reading ruby documentation and looking at other peoples blogs and I'm left wondering... Why the hell am I wasting my time writing this crap?

There are SO MANY blogs out there, its insane. Ironically, I've blogged about this before. I'm left wondering... Why am I doing this? Is it therapy? Is it a quest for fame? Is it a form of exhibitionism? Is it masturbation?

Answers please... I'm sure I can find a blog about it..... :)

I think I have to paint the lounge tomorrow. The 'Earthenware' feature walls are being turned into 'Fudge'

*drool* Fudge....

Damn diet.

Welcome to the year 2006.

In all those science fiction novels and movies, I'm certain no one ever predicted the most mundane use that advanced technology could be put to.

For instance, as I write this I am sitting next to my BBQ with my laptop, the sun is setting and my dogs sit at my feet.

I am writing this blog, reading a tutorial on Ruby On Rails and watching my steaks cook.

And I've just asked my wife to put the veggies in the microwave using MSN messenger (She's in the lounge on her ibook).

Beat that Arthur C. Clarke.

Need more traffic to your BLOG?

"Nobody is reading my blog ... Help me!

You spend all night setting up your very own blog, but in short time you realize nobody is coming to read it. Furthermore now that you have a blog what do you do next"



You mean the world hasn't been waiting for me to vomit my words on to the net.

Tell me it isn't true!

*ego bruised* *self esteem dying*

Other peoples lives..

I've been reading http://www.loobylu.com/ for many years now as a form of gentle escapism. It was a blog before blogs were blogs...

When I started reading, loobylu had a boyfriend and worked as a graphic artist, she's now married with (almost) 2 kids.

It amazes me when I look at her site and that of her hubby (Big-P) - where do these people get the time? Not only are they incredibly artistic, they post to their blog regularly, write software, make hand puppets, do nightly christmas activities with their family and just generally seem to live the most perfect life.

Is it attitude? A good diet? All lies?

Who knows?

Maybe its because they don't have pay tv. (or do they??)

On that note, its the episode of 'A Country Practice' when Molly dies...

Gotta love the Hallmark channel.

*sob*

Civilization IV

Wow

I'd forgotten how good it was. Having much fun as the English attempting to rule the world.

Just. one. more. turn....

The beginning of the end for google....

Well, after my last post, here is something completely different.

Google has purchased 5% of AOL for $1 Billion dollars.... allowing AOL to sell graphical ads into Google's network.

So, that will be the end of Google. Sell your shares now! :)

If the cyclic nature of the net holds true, someone else will now arise and break the Google stranglehold and Google will turn into another AltaVista....

GA = 7w 5d

Even though the calendar said 11 weeks, the gestational age measured only 7 weeks and 5 days.

So the baby we thought we were having on July 7 2006 won't be coming after all, instead he or she arrived yesterday in a manner we never expected and did not want to consider.

Belinda is okay, the pains seem to have stopped but the feeling are still there, perhaps milder than we feared.

Time will tell how we go, hopefully we'll get another chance...

The most depressing song in the world

The most depressing song in the universe has to be Janis Ian’s ‘At 17’.
It should contain a medical warning, it’s bad enough sober, but after a few drinks it could be lethal, particularly if you have access to a firearm.

What’s remarkable about it, besides the subdued, don’t wake the neighbors or they will hate you’ way it is performed, is its lyrics dig the depths of unredeemed self pity. Not only does being 17 suck, it sucks because you suck, not only do you suck, but your friends suck…. And it will NEVER GET ANY BETTER.

Here are the lyrics, bracketed lines are my comments, make up your own mind:

I learned the truth at 17
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high schools girls with clear skin smiles
Who married young and then retired

The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
(Okay, fine, you are as beautify as the girl next door… where are we going with this..)
At 17 I learned the truth

And those with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
(Oh, okay, you really are a dog)
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
(A desperate dog)

Who call to say dance with me
And murmured vague obscenities
(A horny, desperate dog)
It isn’t all it seems at 17

A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
(Hmm, no wonder no one likes you, if this is how you describe your friends)
Whose names I never could pronounce
(Another mark that yes, you are a selfish loser column)
Said ‘Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve’
(It’s not just school that hates you, god is punishing you too)

And the rich relation hometown queen
(And you are the loser of the family!)
Who marries in to what she needs
(Sob, everybody else gets stuff easy)
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly

Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
??
And dubious integrity

The small town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise, when payment due, exceeds accounts received.
(And you are going to be an accountant!)
At 17

To those of us who new the pain
Of valentines who never came
And those whose names were never called when choosing basketball
(Ugly, selfish, depressing, lonely AND crap at basketball, where is that revolver?)

It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me
(All they gave me were dreams and then THEY TOOK THEM AWAY)
We all play the game When we dare
To cheat ourselves, its all a dare

(Apathy. Is. crushing. Endorphins. Gone. Must. Die…..)