Uncle Doo's House of Burlesque: October 2005

Friday, October 28, 2005

Instructions on how to use a track ball?

nothing like unambiguous sex education.

Now why didn't they have instructions like this when I was a boy

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Party Pictures

Here is a quick snap from the party.

I was planning to blog about how much I hate John Howard and his Industrial relations reform and the new security measures they are trying to impose here..... bloody wanker he is!
I'll save my bile for tomorrow. I'm loving the stats counter, so far people have found my blog when they looked for the terms "Scatalogical" and "Burlesque photos". I'm loving getting the referral details.

Today has just been too busy busy busy.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

statistics

I've succumb to putting a counter back onto the blog. I know this is the path to devastation and unhappiness, but I need to know if anyone is even coming across the blog by chance.

Does it matter – No
Will I cry if no one comes to look – No
Will I post about how I would like more visitors - Yes

I had seen the how much is my blog worth script and ran it for my page…. Apparently my blog is worth nothing at all. Looks like I’ll be working a normal job for a while yet. I’ve come to the conclusion that despite my complaints about my job, it is actually a good fit for me. There are no hammocks, beer or attractive ladies around but as far as jobs go it is pretty good. I get to play with cool toys all day and looking at the internet is sort of compulsory.

Monday, October 24, 2005

first post

It would be great if you could get a search engine that brought you the first blog entry from personal blogs..... I've been doing a little research of my own. The first entry usually contains some sort of explination for their blog or a disclaimer about how crap they expect their blog to be (sounds like somtheing I've done. After the first few entries people seem to hit their stride, relax, then let it flow beore turning the tap off three months later.

Life as a Wannabe Writer

When, in years to come, the all-time most desirable jobs in the universe are recorded, the bottom of the list will look something like this:

9996 - Land mine tester
9997 - Chernobyl PR Executive
9998 - Bruce Willis's Dry Cleaner
9999 - Student Teacher

Just below that, you will find, written in blood, the words 'Unpublished Novelist'. This tragic affliction is particularly common, and is caused by the belief that at the top of the aforementioned list, are the words 'Published Novelist'.

Indiana Jones

Monday morning at work…. 48 minutes of web browsing, so far.

The primary draw back on feeling excited about life is burying your excitement at work. You need to sit still and do very dull things rather than run around in the sunshine and sing loudly. We went to an Arabian Nights party on the weekend. All the girls had their bellies out, they looked good. It was a fun night but I paid for it the following day.

I’m currently experiencing surges of joy. I want to scream out and run around. I just need expend some fucking energy on something. Life is full of possibilities and just amazing things which I want to partake in… but … I’m losing it in my little office. i should tear off my clothers and run through the office naked then never return here again.

At this point in time I want to be Indiana Jones..... I want to be among some ancient ruins.... then later on head into some crazy city to drink cheap beer and eat food I can't identify.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Dancing monkey

Wohoo…. I’m feeling pretty good today. Dru sent me a link to a great comedian right when I needed it. There is nothing like laughing to take the pressure off. http://www.ernestcline.com/spokenword/

i was at the coffee shop the other day and saw this beautiful girl walk in, grab her coffee and sit down outside. I wanted to turn and stare at her but I didn't (staring is a bit creepy). I was inside waiting for my coffee and facing the cake display. Reflected in the glass was a miniture version of her head hovering above a cheese cake. She looked like the madonna of the cheese cake. It was a perfect little image of a cheese cake goddess, smiling and talking. It kept me entertained while I waited for my coffee.

Currently I’m dealing with salesmen a lot. They are slimy bunch, apologies to sales people who don’t put the screws in (some of you are out there). The problem I’m having with them at the moment is I say one thing and a few hours later they ring back and tell me that I said something else. Any “we could possibly do this” becomes “you said you can do this by this date”. I would experience delight in telling them “go fuck yourself, you stupid monkey” but alas this is not the business way. I’d love to give more details but it could result in problems of the legal kind.

Large sums of money and pressure from monkeys makes me a grumpy boy. It’s a long way from keeping computers running. Two weeks to go and I can slink back to my fortress of solitude and start to focus on more interesting blog entries. For the last few weeks I’ve been flat out at work and exhausted when I get home. I can’t even muster pretend creativity! I can see how working in this sort of environment all the time would warp your perspective.

The good news is I’ve got an Arabian nights party to go to on the weekend. I’ve got my sword, balloon pants and a swanky little blue vest to wear. I'm going to be a dancing monkey and i love it.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

just write

Just sit down and write.

This blog needs to get back to it's original purpose which is to get me started on the writing projects that really mean somehting to me. Doesn't matter what I write just start.

Here goes.........

It's amazing how much time changes people. By people I mean me. I was thinking about my younger days. I had no real plans for my life, not much money and few posessions. I never really thought about where I was headed or what was going to happen in the future. Now I'm older, I have a house, wife and a job and I think more about my future and my money. Why? I don't know.

I have an anxiety about the future that is new to me. At the moment I'm moving into new terrirtoty with my job and it doesn't sit well with me. The option to quit and move onto other work has been removed from my menu. Not because I would be unemployable but because of the effort to rebuild to where I am today. The fact that there are fixed commitments doesn't help much either. I've gotten comfortable with the life I have, I desire it. This is the trap for me. I am use to having things the way I like it and the idea of losing that makes me uneasy. I'm not in danger of losing anything. There isn't even a hint that this imaginged future would come to pass. I'm not happy with how work is turning out for me at the moment. I think I need to sit still in the same job doing the same thing for a while. I need to take a breather and see how things sit with the world. As always I'm still trying to maximise my happiness.