Sorddin

We were think­ing to our selves: “Selves, we should make many clever and use­ful improve­ments to our lit­tle web page. We should start with a ‘last mod­i­fied’ under the links to the blogs that I read.” Then we did a lit­tle research and dis­cussed the idea over with Alex and found that it might just be a bit more dif­fi­cult that we thought. Which might be why such things are not done else were on the web. Or not.
We are read­ing ‘The Fel­low­ship of the Ring’ again. It has been too long and a re-read is over­due. It amazes us just how engross­ing the book is.

Over the week­end we cought up with Alex and had a real­ly good day togeth­er. We think it impor­tant to men­tion that this was the first time we wit­nessed Alex drink­ing beer, and we’re very glad that it was a decent beer (Kilken­ny).
Guin­ness

We find it strange, as many of our reg­u­lar read­ers will know, that we only ever seem to want to do some­thing when we are some­where else.
For exam­ple we can be sit­ting at home with our trusty lap­top “Lukas” sit­ting on our lap and not be able to think of a damned thing to write on our blog. But go out, while walk­ing down Oxford St and our mind will be full of clever, mean­ing­ful and wit­ty com­men­tary to post. These always seem to evap­o­rate from our mind the moment we walk in the front door. Go fig­ure.
Mean­while,
In our recent surf­ing (some­one should invent a new verb for web brows­ing) we came across some unex­pect­ed web sites:
The Empire of Alan­tium was the first, and is best described with their own one-line def­i­n­i­tion. The Empire of Atlantium is a unique inde­pen­dent State based in Syd­ney, Aus­tralia, with a pri­mar­i­ly non-ter­ri­to­r­i­al imma­nent glob­al sov­er­eign­ty.
For peo­ple want­i­ng to know all about the “bits of the body that no one ever talks about” then there are two amaz­ing­ly detailed pages to con­sult (depend­ing on which bits your inter­est­ed in). All About My Vagi­na and All About My Penis.
We have also dis­cov­ered that there is crap all in the way of ref­er­ence mate­r­i­al about the Lon­don Met­ro­pol­i­tan Police Tele­phone Box. And we mean the Box, not the TARDIS.

As many of our read­ers will be all too aware we are often to be found in the land of Cheesy­MUD! For those that haven’t heard us talk of Cheesy… well it is a cheesy sort of place, were pro­gress­ing your char­ac­ter is just as impor­tant as hav­ing a chat to a bunch of peo­ple scat­tered to the ends of the inter­net.
Any­way, if you were ever inter­est­ed in join­ing us there the fol­low­ing links might help.
The Cheesy­MUD Expe­ri­ence (offi­cial web site)
Tel­net con­nec­tion
Or you could fire up your handy-dandy tel­net pro­gram and head to cheesymud.com port 4001

He said: “You know your fuck­ing prob­lem is your self­ish!”
She replied: “Yeah, well, maybe, but that’s because that’s what I need.”

Last night I went to Salv’s place and had a BBQ, which was fun, any­way not to bore you with the details we end­ed up with Richard, Chris­t­ian, Salv, Glen and myself all play­ing “Scru­ples”. I feel rather sor­ry for Glen, hav­ing only that evening meet Richard and me. I also wor­ry that maybe he learnt a lot more about us than he had bar­gained for when he accept­ed Salv’s invite.

Why spinach?
Is it pos­si­ble to ever accept the inher­ent con­tra­dic­tion of human­i­ty?
Why can’t I remem­ber what my favorite col­or is?
Does the word ‘verlis­ter­ly’ exist for oth­er peo­ple or just for me?

I shuf­fle my deck of cards and pull three out, giv­ing me the fol­low­ing:
Card 1 reads: “get help”. Fine, but I wish it was a lit­tle more spe­cif­ic. Which of my prob­lems does it think I should seek for about? Is it refer­ring to the nev­er end­ing search for mean­ing and under­stand­ing in life. Or per­haps my friends who dri­ve me nuts but I love them any­way. Per­haps it is try­ing to guide my job hunt­ing efforts. It is ever pos­si­ble that its telling me how to find love. And where should I seek help? The whole point of con­sult­ing the cards was to get some help in the first place. Go fig­ure.
Card 2 reads: “open a draw­er”. Okay, that’s more like it a sim­ple instruc­tion, so I open a draw. There ain’t much of inter­est, most­ly its full of old audio tapes that I haven’t used for five or so years now. I keep mean­ing to lis­ten to what’s on them, sort them out and throw away the real­ly bad ones. The draw also has a hand full of unused con­doms which hold no spe­cif­ic mean­ing in them­selves. I won­der briefly what my mom makes of it when she’s spy­ing in my room. Ah well, be pre­pared (or some such trite).
Card 3 reads: “con­sult the news”. Hmmm. Well I would but I’m being bom­bard­ed with it enough at the moment to not need to go out and seek it.
Based I my the­o­ry that the oppor­tu­ni­ties of a life time would always hap­pen to me just after I give up or leave or are in some way not there to have the oppor­tu­ni­ty hap­pen to me at all I turn over the card on the top of the deck.
Card 4 read: “com­bine ele­ments”. Well duh. Still I’m not sure exact­ly how. I get the feel­ing I’m miss­ing some­thing. Again.

Hav­ing only ever lived in Syd­ney I am won­der­ing how one goes about mak­ing new friends when mov­ing to a new city, espe­cial­ly when you don’t know any­one local at all.

Peo­ple have loved and lost through­out all time, there have been painful breakups since the word romance was coined. But I’m sick and tired of hear­ing peo­ple that have been through such pain say­ing things like “It would have been bet­ter if I’d nev­er meet him” or “I would rather not have fall­en in love at all”. Well I say:
“Try liv­ing a life with­out love and then well talk!”