Author: David

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I sit here tonight, play­ing with my com­put­er with noth­ing much to do.
The fam­i­ly iMac is cur­rent­ly run­ning some seri­ous diag­nos­tic and repair soft­ware and its cur­rent task (a direc­to­ry rebuild) will prob­a­bly take the next hour, I need to be here when its done to be sure it worked.
Hav­ing just changed every set­ting in my Router I’m also hang­ing around to make sure it will work as expect­ed in the morn­ing when my mum gets up and wants to check her email.
I am vexed by some to the things Richard said today con­cern­ing Mac OS X and why it isn’t what the press are claim­ing it will be. Even though I agree with some of his con­clu­sions, the work­ing dif­fers too great­ly for me to actu­al­ly agree with him. And why exact­ly do his unin­formed ram­bles pro­voke me so? There was­n’t much today that were saw eye to eye on.
I also feel I’m going to have to sub­stan­ti­ate my ‘cliffhang­er’ claim about Buffy, and hav­ing watched “The Gift” again tonight I still feel there are some valid points to be made, they need to be organ­ised before they can be post­ed.
And last­ly I’m try­ing to fig­ure out why it is that I have a keen under­stand­ing of gram­mar and word mean­ings, but have large amounts of trou­ble with spelling? I could go into lengthy dis­cus­sion about an intran­si­tive verb, or why split infini­tives are not gram­mat­i­cal errors, yet I am forced to check the spelling of a word like gram­mar to be sure I’ve got­ten it right. Maybe it has some­thing to do with being taught to spell at school, but not taught gram­mar.

I’m still buzzing from hav­ing seen the final episode of sea­son 5 of Buffy. After the build up it is final­ly good to get to the end, there is a love­ly feel­ing of com­plete­ness too it all (even if there was a big fat cliff hang­er).
Some­time tomor­row I’ll prob­a­bly come down off this high and be hit hard by the fact that next Tues­day will be a void in my hec­tic tele­vi­sion watch­ing sched­ule.

Why is the gay male always wait­ing for some­one bet­ter to come along? What is it that makes him con­stant­ly search­ing even when he is actu­al­ly with some­one decent? Is it a fear of com­mit­ment, or the lack of legal recog­ni­tion of any such com­mit­ment. Or is it just “the grass is always green­er”?
Okay, sure, maybe I’m being too harsh. Maybe its just the boys that I meet that are like this, maybe I just tell myself this so that I don’t have to deal with the alter­na­tive that I’m not good enough for any­one to like.
The more impor­tant ques­tion is: am I one of these guys thats always look­ing for some­one bet­ter? No answers, only more ques­tions.

The need for a new title for this lit­tle site has had me look­ing for strange words, things I like the sound of, or mean­ings that are vague­ly rude, or words that just don’t get used enough any more.
Aid­ing me in my search is my trusty copy of “The Deep­er Mean­ing of Liff” by Dou­glas Adams & John Lloyd, from the depths of this amaz­ing vol­ume I’ve pulled a list of words.
My list so far:
Ain­der­by Quern­how
Albu­querque
Bal­ly­cum­ber
Beld­ing
Chal­ing
Clack­avoid
Coodardy
Cran­leigh
Dal­low
Droitwich
Glen­whilly
Gro­bis­ter
Kent
Pud­sey
Willi­mat­ic

You might think that hav­ing cheat­ed death twice now I’d have some sort of deep­er under­stand­ing of the world, or life or some­thing. But I don’t. I have realised the impor­tance of life. But there has been no epiphany. Non of those ‘Hol­ly­wood’ style moments of true rev­e­la­tion. Most like­ly these things don’t hap­pen as often as the movies would have us believe.
A lit­tle over 27 years ago I was born. Just. Very almost dead. There is a scale out of ten, things like pulse, ten fin­ger and ten toes, breath­ing score a point each. I think I scored 2. How­ev­er thanks to the improve­ments in med­ical tech­nol­o­gy over the past 100 years or so I was fine.
The sec­ond inci­dent was in late March this year. A sud­den infec­tion of unknown ori­gin result­ed in the nec­es­sary remove of the two upper lobes of my right lung. A hun­dred years ago I would sim­ply have died of “con­sump­tion”.
Has my expe­ri­ence ear­li­er this year changed the fun­da­men­tal way I look at thing? No. And while it is easy to fall into the cliche of ask­ing the big ques­tions (the “what does life all mean any­way?” ones) I don’t think there’s much point. We are here. Best make the most of it.

In an effort to add a bit more infor­ma­tion about the sort of per­son I am, with­out any of the soul search­ing that might be required I went search­ing the net for some real­ly insight­ful per­son­al­i­ty test. I’m not sure if I man­aged to find any, but I did find some stuff that was kind of inter­est­ing.
Test: Per­son­al­i­ty Test
Results:

Intro­spec­tive, Sen­si­tive, Reflec­tive
You come to grips more fre­quent­ly and thor­ough­ly with your­self and your envi­ron­ment than do most peo­ple. You detest super­fi­cial­i­ty; you’d rather be alone than have to suf­fer through small talk. But your rela­tion­ships with your friends are very strong, which gives you the inner tran­quil­i­ty and har­mo­ny that you require. You do not mind being alone for extend­ed peri­ods of time; you rarely become bored.

Com­ments: Not bad actu­al­ly, I kind of like this. I’d say its the focused and cer­tain ver­sion of me.
Test: The Gay Test
Results:

You are 73% GAY!

Com­ments: Well, I knew that already. But its kin­da nice to know I was right.
Test: The Puri­ty Test
Results:

You are 28% Pure!

Com­ments: Yeah, but no one would ever guess.
Test: The Big Five Per­son­al­i­ty Test
Results:

Open­ness to Experience/Intellect
You enjoy hav­ing nov­el expe­ri­ences and see­ing things in new ways.     (Your per­centile: 82)
Con­sci­en­tious­ness
You are well-orga­nized, and are reli­able.     (Your per­centile: 72)
Extra­ver­sion
You tend to shy away from social sit­u­a­tions.     (Your per­centile: 37)
Agree­able­ness
You are good-natured, cour­te­ous, and sup­port­ive.     (Your per­centile: 83)
Neu­roti­cism
You prob­a­bly remain calm, even in tense sit­u­a­tions.     (Your per­centile: 6)

Com­ments: Well, I don’t know how true these are, but it is how I like to think of myself, and I hope that this is how I’m seen.

NOT!
Had made plans with Alex to go bush for the day. But the weath­er changed our mind by rain­ing enough to have made any trekking an unen­joy­able expe­ri­ence. So we switched smooth­ly to plan B, and went to Bronte instead.
We had cof­fee at Bronte, walked to Bon­di and stopped in at a cafe there too, chat­ted about all the sorts of noth­ing that I only ever get to dis­cuss with him and head­ed home about mid after­noon.
Maybe we’ll try the bush walk­ing thing again next week­end.

They’re nice guys. Or at least I imag­ine they are, if I’d had meet them.
I read on Alan’s blog that they have now left the coun­try. And so that ends my chances of meet­ing them.
This is not a sore point, I’m just a lit­tle dis­ap­point­ed at miss­ing the oppor­tu­ni­ty but its not like I had a say in this one.
Per­haps anoth­er time.

I have three laws for liv­ing a good life. Strange­ly I can only ever remem­ber two of them at a time. Any­way, here they are, in no par­tic­u­lar order.
1. You should nev­er have to clean soap.
It may sound basic, but I like it cause its fun. The most prac­ti­cal appli­ca­tion of this is to clean your own pubes off the soap before you get out of the show­er.
2. As long as no one gets hurt, you should be able to do what ever you want.
This one is bor­rowed very much from a bunch of dif­fer­ent reli­gious doc­trine, but I still think its valid. Hurt here is defined very broad­ly, and its impor­tant that it be from any poten­tial vic­tims point of view.
3. Okay, can’t remem­ber this one just now… I’ll fill it is lat­er. (I know I’ve writ­ten it down some­where, got­ta go dig out my note books.)