Yes, with this, the AFL season, from my point of view, can come to an official close, as the actual AFL season was really ended last month, and this presentation day is the last thing of my brother's season (as I was sorta affiliated with that, what with Dad being the President, Mum managing, EJ playing, me boundary running unofficially. So on and so forth.). It was also responsible for throwing off posting in a massive way, considering how long it ran. Also, yes it's a very late post. I really hope I can get back on track soon. And there is an arguable titling problem.
I woke up at 6:30, and once I'd got stuff done, I adjourned to my room, to play some Battlefield Heroes. I was doing pretty well, until about 8:15, when Mum and I had to leave to go set up for the presentation. I read in the car for a while, but soon we actually did have to go and actually do stuff. We started by unpacking seemingly endless supplies of bread rolls and seven boxes (seven!) of donuts (I could say 'doughnuts,' but I won't.), as well as much sausages, salad, cutlery, serviettes, and so on. Say what you like, but we were ready to feed an army. We then all went inside, to set up for the presentation itself. We moved tables, organised chairs, and did more unpacking, this time of trophies, as essentially everybody who plays gets a participation trophy, as well as Best & Fairests, Coach's Awards (possibly Coaches Award, I'm not too sure) and Most Improveds. Every single one of these was packed in cardboard and foam, so until about 11:15, I was a human conveyor belt, transferring packing materials to a large bin outside, coming back, and repeating. It was repetitive, tiring, boring work, as you can guess. Not particularly fun at all. Anyway. As I said before, at 11:15, we left, so that Mum and I could get lunch and be ready for the presentation.
When we did get home, I had a big lunch, and packed some stuff to go to the presentation. However, at about 1 when we had to leave, Mum put her foot down and said that I couldn't bring my laptop, which was a shame because I was told when we were going to get home, which was about 9. So instead, I grabbed my iPod and a book. We were the first people at the presentation (again), so for a while we just hung back and did whatever. When people started to arrive though, I went to my table, and read for a bit. Soon the actual presentation did start, but before that, I happened to see some old friends. Nicole, Darren's brother, and her Mum were there, and we talked for quite a bit. After that, Shaylee and Jess got me selling raffle tickets, as I took the box and thought we were all doing it together. I was wrong, but I didn't mind. They got me fair and square. I went around for a while, selling tickets, when I was called up to give out my own trophy (well, it's named after me, for no other reason than that I had been playing for a while when they thought up the idea for it. Still, it's pretty cool to have a trophy named after you.), which is the goalkicking medal for Under 12s. But after they handed that out, I went out to the canteen.
There, Shaylee and Jess were preparing for the feast that we were all to have after the presentation, which means that they were cutting open bread roll after bread roll. It didn't look particularly exciting, but they had music on and they didn't seem too bored. After I got there, I ended up showing them some hapkido stuff, because Shay left and she wanted to see some orange belt stuff. They laughed at my fall, which I do admit looks a bit strange, but it is pretty cool nevertheless. So I talked with them for a while, and soon people began to file out of the room and outside to near the canteen. The presentation had evidently ended, and people were ready for dinner, as was I. I had a sausage roll, a bread roll, and much potato salad (mmm, potato salad...).
After that, Shay, Jess and I wandered around, until we came across a game that most of the kids were playing. I can't say what it was called, because it seemed like they made it up. But, from what I can guess from playing, you get a goal by putting it in a goal, like in soccer. You can use any part of your body (not just feet or head, like in soccer), and if it goes out of bounds, then people just run after it, and bring it back into play. Tackling is grabbing someone until they let go. Basically, it's utter chaos contained in a theoretically limitless playing field. It was fun. I scored a great goal at one stage, pushing many people out of the way, then throwing it sideways with only a slight inclination as to where the goals were, while being tackled to the ground. Damn, it was good.
Soon after, they broke out the donuts, all seven boxes of them. A lot of people didn't notice. I, however, did. And as there were many more donuts than people (and even then, quite a few didn't take any), I decided to gradually take some. I then went to go and talk to people who were there, and even as people left, we talked to others. Soon, a game of cricket started, and I was called upon to be the umpire for some reason. And so I did, and we played until it was dark. Then, we went to sit down, and I talked and played Solitaire on my iPod (by this time, it was about 8:30). We also ate donuts, but soon nobody could eat anymore. So we went inside, where there was a group of retired (or, so I guess) people dancing. In there, we started handing out free donuts, and almost everyone took some. I thus learnt one important lesson: It doesn't matter your age, sex, race or religion, everybody likes a free donut. After more talking, and drinking (alcohol by some, Solo by me), we left at about 10 (not 9, as I expected). And when I got home, I blogged a bit, but only a bit, considering the time. Which should hopefully explain the very late post.
And that was my day. I can't complain about shortness of post, seeing as this one is over 1100 words (whoa), but that could have been a contributing factor as to why this one is so late. Others are shopping on Sunday, and study and hapkido on Monday. However, if you are still short of things to blame, well, you know who to blame (society. It's society.).
So long AFL season, see you next year,
AB
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Saturday, October 24, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I Need A Hero
I refer to a song that's properly called 'Holding Out for a Hero,' by Bonnie Tyler. Why? Because I needed a title referring to the fact that I played Battlefield Heroes in great quantity today (about 40000 points of experience, if I'm not mistaken). And now I've got that song stuck in my head. Thanks, me! Anyway. Let's get to my day, shall we?
I woke up at around 8:30, but I didn't do much for a while. When I did finally get around to doing stuff, though, it was mostly just watching TV and reading. At about 10 or 11, though, I decided that I would play some Battlefield Heroes. And in the course of playing that, I got to Level 15, which unlocked a whole new set of missions. I got MG III (in that, I had to get 1500 points of damage in one round. I got it in the first one or two rounds of working on it.), and I also messed around a lot on pre-game servers, trying to get up on top of the windmill in Coastal Clash (I didn't get it, not even when I was trying to use rockets and kegs. It just doesn't work for me.), trying to combat snipers over at Riverside Rush (bloody hell, that was annoying. Fun, though.) and just doing random stuff over at Victory Village (I apologise if all of that before made absolutely; no sense to you. But I understood it, and because it's my blog, I can write what I want. So, there.).
At around 3:30, Dad got home, and soon after, he started playing PS3 with EJ. After that, he left for his team's cricket training (the team that I would be if I had traded in hapkido for cricket. But I didn't, and you know what? I don't regret it.). When he got home it was about 6:45, and there was a footy meeting coming up. And there would be no kids my age. And so, following Mum's advice (which I really had to agree with), I went to my room, and I played yet more Battlefield Heroes. Around 8, though, I went out of my room for pizza and garlic bread (mmm, pizza and garlic bread), and at about 8:30, I went back in, where I did the practical part of Part C of my Science assignment. When that was done, I did a bit of the theory, and then pretty much just blogged and surfed the net.
Over to the comments now, with one from an anonymous commenter, possibly Shafi (though that cannot be proved. I just think it because he plays Battlefield Heroes and comments anonymously.):
*Anonymous: Thanks, it did take me quite a while. I'm glad you liked it, possibly Shafi!
And that was my day. Sorry about the very late post, it will be explained tomorrow. Anyway. Hopefully I'll get back on track with posting, but we'll have to see. I might be able to, but any promises I make might be soon broken. So, yeah.
Titling is still a problem, and probably always will be,
AB
I woke up at around 8:30, but I didn't do much for a while. When I did finally get around to doing stuff, though, it was mostly just watching TV and reading. At about 10 or 11, though, I decided that I would play some Battlefield Heroes. And in the course of playing that, I got to Level 15, which unlocked a whole new set of missions. I got MG III (in that, I had to get 1500 points of damage in one round. I got it in the first one or two rounds of working on it.), and I also messed around a lot on pre-game servers, trying to get up on top of the windmill in Coastal Clash (I didn't get it, not even when I was trying to use rockets and kegs. It just doesn't work for me.), trying to combat snipers over at Riverside Rush (bloody hell, that was annoying. Fun, though.) and just doing random stuff over at Victory Village (I apologise if all of that before made absolutely; no sense to you. But I understood it, and because it's my blog, I can write what I want. So, there.).
At around 3:30, Dad got home, and soon after, he started playing PS3 with EJ. After that, he left for his team's cricket training (the team that I would be if I had traded in hapkido for cricket. But I didn't, and you know what? I don't regret it.). When he got home it was about 6:45, and there was a footy meeting coming up. And there would be no kids my age. And so, following Mum's advice (which I really had to agree with), I went to my room, and I played yet more Battlefield Heroes. Around 8, though, I went out of my room for pizza and garlic bread (mmm, pizza and garlic bread), and at about 8:30, I went back in, where I did the practical part of Part C of my Science assignment. When that was done, I did a bit of the theory, and then pretty much just blogged and surfed the net.
Over to the comments now, with one from an anonymous commenter, possibly Shafi (though that cannot be proved. I just think it because he plays Battlefield Heroes and comments anonymously.):
*Anonymous: Thanks, it did take me quite a while. I'm glad you liked it, possibly Shafi!
And that was my day. Sorry about the very late post, it will be explained tomorrow. Anyway. Hopefully I'll get back on track with posting, but we'll have to see. I might be able to, but any promises I make might be soon broken. So, yeah.
Titling is still a problem, and probably always will be,
AB
Saturday, September 26, 2009
AFL Grand Final '09
Yes, it's that one day in September once again, the one they all sing about (There are actually many AFL songs, but here's the one I'm talking about.). The last Saturday in September; the whole of the AFL season has been building towards this. It's the big one: St Kilda, winner of 22 out of 24 games in the season, with a total losing margin of 7 (as in, if you add all the losing margins, you get 7), plays Geelong, who have played in two (now three) consecutive Grand Finals, being by far the greatest team of seasons 2007 to 2009 (I was going for them, by the way). Anyway. Let's have a look at my day, and in case you hadn't realised, this is going to be a very footy-centred day.
I got up at about 7:30, and after doing chores and such, I did some of my PE assignment (jees, it never ends, does it?). I trawled internet sites looking for stuff, and I did print out a few things. Although I'll need to do some more stuff before Friday, when it's due. So after I did that, I went to play some Battlefield Heroes before the big game. However, it was mostly messing around on a pre-game, trying to work out some of the finer points of rocket jumping and flying and so on (incidentally, I can now fly much better than I could before, as I can actually get the plane off the ground. However, I'm still working out how to land and shoot, which is sorta the point. I mostly use it to get to places.). At around 2:20, though, I realised what time it was, and I went out to watch the AFL Grand Final of 2009 (warning: these next few paragraphs contain very full-on footy. Don't say I didn't warn you.).
The game started off exactly as you would expect in the best game of the season: full-on and intense, with neither side dominating. However, Geelong ended up getting the first goal two minutes in, and 5 minutes later, they got their second. After that, though, the tide of play quickly turned, with the St Kilda backline repelling almost every Cats advance. They could only manage one more goal for the quarter, while the Saints kept marching in (pun intended. Definitely intended. Quite frankly, I think that's hilarious.) to their forward 50, matching Geelong's 3 goals by the end of the quarter, and two behinds to boot (pun also intended.). The quarter time score read 3.2, 20 to 3.0, 18, St Kilda's way.
The second quarter was a weird one, as it brought back memories of the second quarter of last year's Grand Final (seriously, it was like déjà vu all over again.). The ball continued its way to St Kilda's end, although it had trouble working out where the big sticks were. Repeated shots at goal by the Saints ended in behinds from almost every single one, whereas Geelong kept taking the ball and getting the goals. In fact, in the space of 10 minutes or so, the Cats got two goals and the Saints got four behinds. The best part of the play, though, came in the end, when Geelong got two goals in the space of just over a minute (one, on the video replay, was seen to have hit the post, but they paid it as a goal.). However, the Saints didn't like that. They got the ball and added their two goals in two minutes. But it wasn't over, as Cat Darren Milburn (or so says the AFL website. My memory isn't that good.) started arguing with the goal umpire. He gave away a free kick in the goalsquare in the Grand Final, of all things, which ended in a Saints goal. Half-time saw a score of 7.7, 49 to 7.1, 43, with the Cats down by a goal. In the break, I played some BFH. Well, why not?
The third quarter was a fairly low-scoring affair, with there just being two goals a piece for both sides. There was even a period of over 10 minutes when there was no score at all. Not even a point. St Kilda squandered quite a few opportunities, getting three behinds in two minutes. It was a rather slippery ground, as it had been raining on and off for the whole game, really. The stage was set for the fourth quarter, with the Saints up by seven behinds at 9.11, 65 to 9.4, 58.
The last quarter was a really exciting one, as the last quarter of the last game was played in a remarkable fashion. Hawkins from Geelong got a goal less than two minutes in, leaving the Saints only a point up. However, two points to the Cats and three points to the Saints left the game in suspense, as there was an amazing save near the end by Baker of the Saints. Chapman, though, kicked a goal with less than 10 minutes to go putting the Cats in front, and the back line started to get flooded. St Kilda kicked it to open space in their forward 50, for a point, and the ball was kicked long to the flanks. Out came Harry Taylor of Geelong! He marked the ball amongst the pack of players of both sides, and kicked it down the ground, marked by Max Rooke. The siren went in front of goal, and Geelong supporters everywhere cheered, while Saints everywhere slunk. Rooke kicked the ball through for a meaningless goal after the siren, leaving the score reading 9.14, 68 to 12.8, 80. Geelong had won just one quarter throughout the whole game, but it was enough to give them the game. It was one of the greatest games I'd ever seen.
After the game, and after seeing who got the Norm Smith medal, I had dinner and such, and towards the end of the night, I played some more Battlefield Heroes, winning an epic 50-0 game (that's a perfect game, in case you didn't know) with my gunner and John. I played BFH long into the night, finally going to bed at around 11.
To comments now, 1 from Ebony.
*Ebony: Why saddened? Those were great last minutes! And we were talking about something, I suppose... what was everybody else talking about? And it was both an assessment and an exam; it was an exam meant to assess. Both right, I can title how I want.
And that was my day. Mostly watching the footy, and I felt obliged to give my commentary on the game. If you don't like reading about AFL, then you may have found that a bit boring. I actually quite liked writing that. Anyway. Yeah, it's a late post, but it's a weekend. So, there.
Atta way, Cats, atta way,
AB
I got up at about 7:30, and after doing chores and such, I did some of my PE assignment (jees, it never ends, does it?). I trawled internet sites looking for stuff, and I did print out a few things. Although I'll need to do some more stuff before Friday, when it's due. So after I did that, I went to play some Battlefield Heroes before the big game. However, it was mostly messing around on a pre-game, trying to work out some of the finer points of rocket jumping and flying and so on (incidentally, I can now fly much better than I could before, as I can actually get the plane off the ground. However, I'm still working out how to land and shoot, which is sorta the point. I mostly use it to get to places.). At around 2:20, though, I realised what time it was, and I went out to watch the AFL Grand Final of 2009 (warning: these next few paragraphs contain very full-on footy. Don't say I didn't warn you.).
The game started off exactly as you would expect in the best game of the season: full-on and intense, with neither side dominating. However, Geelong ended up getting the first goal two minutes in, and 5 minutes later, they got their second. After that, though, the tide of play quickly turned, with the St Kilda backline repelling almost every Cats advance. They could only manage one more goal for the quarter, while the Saints kept marching in (pun intended. Definitely intended. Quite frankly, I think that's hilarious.) to their forward 50, matching Geelong's 3 goals by the end of the quarter, and two behinds to boot (pun also intended.). The quarter time score read 3.2, 20 to 3.0, 18, St Kilda's way.
The second quarter was a weird one, as it brought back memories of the second quarter of last year's Grand Final (seriously, it was like déjà vu all over again.). The ball continued its way to St Kilda's end, although it had trouble working out where the big sticks were. Repeated shots at goal by the Saints ended in behinds from almost every single one, whereas Geelong kept taking the ball and getting the goals. In fact, in the space of 10 minutes or so, the Cats got two goals and the Saints got four behinds. The best part of the play, though, came in the end, when Geelong got two goals in the space of just over a minute (one, on the video replay, was seen to have hit the post, but they paid it as a goal.). However, the Saints didn't like that. They got the ball and added their two goals in two minutes. But it wasn't over, as Cat Darren Milburn (or so says the AFL website. My memory isn't that good.) started arguing with the goal umpire. He gave away a free kick in the goalsquare in the Grand Final, of all things, which ended in a Saints goal. Half-time saw a score of 7.7, 49 to 7.1, 43, with the Cats down by a goal. In the break, I played some BFH. Well, why not?
The third quarter was a fairly low-scoring affair, with there just being two goals a piece for both sides. There was even a period of over 10 minutes when there was no score at all. Not even a point. St Kilda squandered quite a few opportunities, getting three behinds in two minutes. It was a rather slippery ground, as it had been raining on and off for the whole game, really. The stage was set for the fourth quarter, with the Saints up by seven behinds at 9.11, 65 to 9.4, 58.
The last quarter was a really exciting one, as the last quarter of the last game was played in a remarkable fashion. Hawkins from Geelong got a goal less than two minutes in, leaving the Saints only a point up. However, two points to the Cats and three points to the Saints left the game in suspense, as there was an amazing save near the end by Baker of the Saints. Chapman, though, kicked a goal with less than 10 minutes to go putting the Cats in front, and the back line started to get flooded. St Kilda kicked it to open space in their forward 50, for a point, and the ball was kicked long to the flanks. Out came Harry Taylor of Geelong! He marked the ball amongst the pack of players of both sides, and kicked it down the ground, marked by Max Rooke. The siren went in front of goal, and Geelong supporters everywhere cheered, while Saints everywhere slunk. Rooke kicked the ball through for a meaningless goal after the siren, leaving the score reading 9.14, 68 to 12.8, 80. Geelong had won just one quarter throughout the whole game, but it was enough to give them the game. It was one of the greatest games I'd ever seen.
After the game, and after seeing who got the Norm Smith medal, I had dinner and such, and towards the end of the night, I played some more Battlefield Heroes, winning an epic 50-0 game (that's a perfect game, in case you didn't know) with my gunner and John. I played BFH long into the night, finally going to bed at around 11.
To comments now, 1 from Ebony.
*Ebony: Why saddened? Those were great last minutes! And we were talking about something, I suppose... what was everybody else talking about? And it was both an assessment and an exam; it was an exam meant to assess. Both right, I can title how I want.
And that was my day. Mostly watching the footy, and I felt obliged to give my commentary on the game. If you don't like reading about AFL, then you may have found that a bit boring. I actually quite liked writing that. Anyway. Yeah, it's a late post, but it's a weekend. So, there.
Atta way, Cats, atta way,
AB
Saturday, September 19, 2009
A Big Barbecue Bash
Other rejected titles included 'BBBQ' (The extra B is for BYOBB. That's a typo.), and 'AB: A Barbecue' (which sucks, quite frankly). Anyway. Yes, today we had a barbecue, with Shay's family coming over, and, well, let's see how it all pans out when we get there.
I woke up at around 7:30, as I had decided to go watch the cricket game that I would be playing in if I had not given it up for hapkido. We left at around 9, and I brought my magazine and 'The Lost Symbol,' the new Dan Brown book that Oma got me yesterday afternoon (oh yeah). So when I got there, I talked to people, and I eventually found somewhere to sit, where I intermittently read my mag or book, and watched the cricket. However, at about 10-ish, Dad and I left the game (which was still going, by the way) to go see EJ bat. It lasted all of not very long, as we saw 2 overs, after which it was time to swap over. We would have spent more time at the ground waiting than watching him bat. Anyway. When we got back, our team was already kicking ass, and they ended up bowling them all out for 40 or so. That's a win of about 80 runs (in a Twenty20 match, so 120 odd is good), so it was a convincing win. We got home at about 11:30.
When I did get home, I had some lunch, and I promptly went to do a bit of my Geography assignment. Only a bit, though, because we also spent a lot of time rushing around preparing for the barbecue that came as a big surprise to me. Shay got to our place at around 6, I'd say (I know I skipped a bit. It wasn't that exciting, believe me.). So we talked for quite a while, and we (everybody except EJ and Lachlan) regaled everybody with anecdotes from our past. Dad tells the best stories, I think, though I don't want to sell a lot of people short (the tale of the broken whipper-snipper was also told, to much laughter.). Dinner was good, and after that and after cleaning up, we went into the loungeroom to watch the Cats-Magpies game. Oma is a Collingwood supporter, and pretty much everybody else in the room was not. So we watched the whole game, although Shay's family left just before the end, when Geelong were sure to win. And they did, with the final score reading 120-47. I went to bed at around 11, but sadly the night was only just beginning...
Sorry for leaving you at that cliffhanger, but the rest of the action in the night (pun not intended) happened in the early hours of Sunday morning, and this is Saturday's post. So in the next post, all shall be revealed. Also, an explanation for why this post is rather late will be given. And if you don't like it, well, neither do I. Ah well. It was also a fairly short post, mainly because it was a weekend. Sunday's post will probably be even shorter, though it's not a definite thing.
A barbecue amongst friends; summer in Australia has officially begun,
AB
I woke up at around 7:30, as I had decided to go watch the cricket game that I would be playing in if I had not given it up for hapkido. We left at around 9, and I brought my magazine and 'The Lost Symbol,' the new Dan Brown book that Oma got me yesterday afternoon (oh yeah). So when I got there, I talked to people, and I eventually found somewhere to sit, where I intermittently read my mag or book, and watched the cricket. However, at about 10-ish, Dad and I left the game (which was still going, by the way) to go see EJ bat. It lasted all of not very long, as we saw 2 overs, after which it was time to swap over. We would have spent more time at the ground waiting than watching him bat. Anyway. When we got back, our team was already kicking ass, and they ended up bowling them all out for 40 or so. That's a win of about 80 runs (in a Twenty20 match, so 120 odd is good), so it was a convincing win. We got home at about 11:30.
When I did get home, I had some lunch, and I promptly went to do a bit of my Geography assignment. Only a bit, though, because we also spent a lot of time rushing around preparing for the barbecue that came as a big surprise to me. Shay got to our place at around 6, I'd say (I know I skipped a bit. It wasn't that exciting, believe me.). So we talked for quite a while, and we (everybody except EJ and Lachlan) regaled everybody with anecdotes from our past. Dad tells the best stories, I think, though I don't want to sell a lot of people short (the tale of the broken whipper-snipper was also told, to much laughter.). Dinner was good, and after that and after cleaning up, we went into the loungeroom to watch the Cats-Magpies game. Oma is a Collingwood supporter, and pretty much everybody else in the room was not. So we watched the whole game, although Shay's family left just before the end, when Geelong were sure to win. And they did, with the final score reading 120-47. I went to bed at around 11, but sadly the night was only just beginning...
Sorry for leaving you at that cliffhanger, but the rest of the action in the night (pun not intended) happened in the early hours of Sunday morning, and this is Saturday's post. So in the next post, all shall be revealed. Also, an explanation for why this post is rather late will be given. And if you don't like it, well, neither do I. Ah well. It was also a fairly short post, mainly because it was a weekend. Sunday's post will probably be even shorter, though it's not a definite thing.
A barbecue amongst friends; summer in Australia has officially begun,
AB
Friday, September 18, 2009
Bright Bludgy Days
I am referring, of course, to a Tom Lehrer song called 'Bright College Days.' Because, you know, I couldn't think of anything else. Anyway. I did have a big bludge today, which is a good way to end a week full of working on assignments like there's no bloody tomorrow. So, to my day, because this post is late as it is.
Period 1 was Geography, in which we watched a video (you reckon that our school would start to get some DVDs soon. I mean, there are some DVDs, but videos far outweigh them.). It was on corruption in Africa, though I forget the actual country. I do know that they spoke both Swahili and English there though, and so after checking the Wikipedia page for Swahili, as well as some other Googling, I'm pretty sure it was Kenya. But don't quote me. Period 2 was Science, in which I did my presentation on juvenile diabetes. I used the chalkboard as well as my sheet, and I think it came off pretty well, though a fair bit of it was impromptu. Next was Assembly, in which we talked about the gate incident (but what would the media call it. They couldn't name it after Watergate, as they love to do: Gategate just sounds retarded.). When they mentioned it, it seemed like everybody turned to look at Johnny, and everybody kept saying 'Johnny! Johnny!' Recess was cards.
Period 3 was Ag, in which we started a new topic: farm business management. It's about as exciting as it sounds. And if you think that that sounds exciting, then there is something definitely wrong with you. Period 4 was PE, in which something strange happened. Before class, Wilson got us to fix up our uniforms (like, the top buttons. Ouch.). And it gradually got bigger and bigger, until we got to the end of the class and Wilson was still lecturing us about uniforms. Bloody hell. We didn't do any work, though. Lunch was the usual.
Period 5 was Maths, in which we did yet more trigonometry. It wasn't incredibly difficult, but it wasn't a walk in the park either. There were some problems that were really fascinating, and that carried on to the next period, Drama. In that, I worked a bit on the maths, but it turned to more matters of drama. We did our Oedipus modernisation, and I played a fortune teller (who rhymed), a police officer and a doctor. My favourite was the doctor. I actually did impromptu for most of my lines, but they worked. I thought they were good. Anyway. After my day at school, I went home, and for the rest of the night I pretty much got on my computer, watched the Saints-Dogs game (the Saints were lucky, I think. I wasn't going for them.), and played some Battlefield Heroes.
And that was my day. Sorry about the late post; blame society and weekend procrastination. Also, expect more late posts, though I could pull ahead and get back on schedule. It may not be likely, but it can happen.
Weekend; yes!,
AB
Period 1 was Geography, in which we watched a video (you reckon that our school would start to get some DVDs soon. I mean, there are some DVDs, but videos far outweigh them.). It was on corruption in Africa, though I forget the actual country. I do know that they spoke both Swahili and English there though, and so after checking the Wikipedia page for Swahili, as well as some other Googling, I'm pretty sure it was Kenya. But don't quote me. Period 2 was Science, in which I did my presentation on juvenile diabetes. I used the chalkboard as well as my sheet, and I think it came off pretty well, though a fair bit of it was impromptu. Next was Assembly, in which we talked about the gate incident (but what would the media call it. They couldn't name it after Watergate, as they love to do: Gategate just sounds retarded.). When they mentioned it, it seemed like everybody turned to look at Johnny, and everybody kept saying 'Johnny! Johnny!' Recess was cards.
Period 3 was Ag, in which we started a new topic: farm business management. It's about as exciting as it sounds. And if you think that that sounds exciting, then there is something definitely wrong with you. Period 4 was PE, in which something strange happened. Before class, Wilson got us to fix up our uniforms (like, the top buttons. Ouch.). And it gradually got bigger and bigger, until we got to the end of the class and Wilson was still lecturing us about uniforms. Bloody hell. We didn't do any work, though. Lunch was the usual.
Period 5 was Maths, in which we did yet more trigonometry. It wasn't incredibly difficult, but it wasn't a walk in the park either. There were some problems that were really fascinating, and that carried on to the next period, Drama. In that, I worked a bit on the maths, but it turned to more matters of drama. We did our Oedipus modernisation, and I played a fortune teller (who rhymed), a police officer and a doctor. My favourite was the doctor. I actually did impromptu for most of my lines, but they worked. I thought they were good. Anyway. After my day at school, I went home, and for the rest of the night I pretty much got on my computer, watched the Saints-Dogs game (the Saints were lucky, I think. I wasn't going for them.), and played some Battlefield Heroes.
And that was my day. Sorry about the late post; blame society and weekend procrastination. Also, expect more late posts, though I could pull ahead and get back on schedule. It may not be likely, but it can happen.
Weekend; yes!,
AB
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Working Like Crazy
Let me explain here: I've got an English assignment due on Friday that is a goddamn lot of work, and we had to do the lawns. So you can excuse me if my title isn't very good, my post is late, and/or my post is very short. Because that's why. So, without further ado, to my day.
I got up at about 8:00, and by around 10 I had finished the majority of my chores (up until then, it had been a pretty slow day). So then I ended up getting to my English assignment. After drawing up the table for the second question on Excel, I realised that, 'Holy crap, this could be a really long assignment.' Example: Literary techniques from the first Harry Potter movie that represent the odd one out. How do you do that well? I was a fair bit into the question (although not nearly enough), when it was time for the family to do the lawns, which, as you can imagine, was somewhat annoying, but it had to be done.
Mum and EJ were at cricket, so Dad did the lawnmower and I used the whipper-snipper (I almost wrote whipper-sniper. Lol.). Dad got most of the way through and I got about halfway through when the whipper-snipper began to fail. We got it working a few times, but at one point, it just gave up and died. Nothing I could do could start it again. So I gave it to Dad, who also tried. But it was to no use. Dad, then, got very angry. He hurled the whipper-snipper at the back fence at full strength, which I took as my cue to start backing away, mainly because I was worried about the prospects of danger, to say the least (petrol in whipper-snipper. Petrol is not a very friendly substance. By which I mean of course, boom.). He then started smashing the whipper-snipper against the ground, as if he was trying to beat lumps out of the grass, or trying to chop some wood that was lying there (which seemed like he misunderstood the first rule of fixing things: Make sure it's broken.). I came back hesitantly, and it turns out he was only doing it (at least partially) because he wanted a new one, and he wanted to make sure it was definitely unable to fixed (which I can safely say he achieved). Although he didn't foresee the whole petrol problem. I did the rest of the lawns.
I got back inside at around 2 or 2:30, and I then kept at my assignment. I worked until about 7, when it was time for dinner. I then went to go watch the Crows-Magpies game. Which was a really good game, although it's a pity Collingwood won, by 5 points too. I also played Battlefield Heroes for about an hour, and as my long range machine-gun ran out, I tried the shotgun. Which actually worked pretty well; better than I expected. Though I won't be trading it in for the long range, if only for the fact that I need a long range gun. I went to bed around 11:30, after posting, of course.
And seeing that there are no comments (really not surprising), that was my day. I know it's a really late post; quite frankly, I'm surprised it's not any later. And that I managed to get over 600 words. I mean, my day could be summed up as assignments and doing the lawns, but... anyway. I'll try to get Sunday's post up earlier than this one (relative to when it should be up, I mean. No time travel.), but no promises.
Bloody assignments,
AB
I got up at about 8:00, and by around 10 I had finished the majority of my chores (up until then, it had been a pretty slow day). So then I ended up getting to my English assignment. After drawing up the table for the second question on Excel, I realised that, 'Holy crap, this could be a really long assignment.' Example: Literary techniques from the first Harry Potter movie that represent the odd one out. How do you do that well? I was a fair bit into the question (although not nearly enough), when it was time for the family to do the lawns, which, as you can imagine, was somewhat annoying, but it had to be done.
Mum and EJ were at cricket, so Dad did the lawnmower and I used the whipper-snipper (I almost wrote whipper-sniper. Lol.). Dad got most of the way through and I got about halfway through when the whipper-snipper began to fail. We got it working a few times, but at one point, it just gave up and died. Nothing I could do could start it again. So I gave it to Dad, who also tried. But it was to no use. Dad, then, got very angry. He hurled the whipper-snipper at the back fence at full strength, which I took as my cue to start backing away, mainly because I was worried about the prospects of danger, to say the least (petrol in whipper-snipper. Petrol is not a very friendly substance. By which I mean of course, boom.). He then started smashing the whipper-snipper against the ground, as if he was trying to beat lumps out of the grass, or trying to chop some wood that was lying there (which seemed like he misunderstood the first rule of fixing things: Make sure it's broken.). I came back hesitantly, and it turns out he was only doing it (at least partially) because he wanted a new one, and he wanted to make sure it was definitely unable to fixed (which I can safely say he achieved). Although he didn't foresee the whole petrol problem. I did the rest of the lawns.
I got back inside at around 2 or 2:30, and I then kept at my assignment. I worked until about 7, when it was time for dinner. I then went to go watch the Crows-Magpies game. Which was a really good game, although it's a pity Collingwood won, by 5 points too. I also played Battlefield Heroes for about an hour, and as my long range machine-gun ran out, I tried the shotgun. Which actually worked pretty well; better than I expected. Though I won't be trading it in for the long range, if only for the fact that I need a long range gun. I went to bed around 11:30, after posting, of course.
And seeing that there are no comments (really not surprising), that was my day. I know it's a really late post; quite frankly, I'm surprised it's not any later. And that I managed to get over 600 words. I mean, my day could be summed up as assignments and doing the lawns, but... anyway. I'll try to get Sunday's post up earlier than this one (relative to when it should be up, I mean. No time travel.), but no promises.
Bloody assignments,
AB
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Orange Belt Awaits
By that, of course, I mean that I got my last signature in hapkido. Which in turn means that I'm almost at orange belt. There's still some formalities to go through, but it's a near-certainty now. I'll go through all of that when I get to it. But, yeah, that was the biggest thing that happened today, although I will get to the rest; right now.
Period 1 was Science, in which we talked about Newton's Third Law, which was rather interesting and ended with a mutant horse being drawn on the board which originally levitated and talked telepathically (I know that that probably makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. What I mean is that Robson drew a horse on the board which had no mouth and whose legs didn't touch the ground at first. It made a lot more sense if you were there.). We learnt about many technicalities of the Third Law (well not technicalities, as they're aren't really trivial. But rather, it's more complicated than it seems, and we learnt how that happens.). We also said goodbye to Robson, who was going away for 2 weeks. We are thus getting Bruce as a sub; brilliant (warning: sarcasm). Period 2 was Geography, in which we went to the computer rooms to do some more of the assignment. I also spent about 15 minutes messing around on Excel trying to fix some stuff before I realised what I was trying to do wouldn't work; and even if it did, it wouldn't work in the assignment. Goddamn!
Recess was 13. Period 3 was English, in which we did yet more work for Squizzy Taylor, only this time it was quote mining. In other words, find lines in the book that, for example, say he's a gangster even though it's already made clear that he is a gangster even without a quote that says 'I, Squizzy Taylor, am a gangster.' I managed to find an indirect one, but it wasn't easy. But, enough of my ranting. I also had a look at my English assignment, which is due on Friday week. I started on that, which looks complex, but looking at it, it's actually fairly easy. Not incredibly easy, but still. Easier than it seems. Lunch was also 13, and in which Cam told me to do the script for the Drama assessment. Due tomorrow of course; it just never ends, does it?
It was then Sport, which was rugby yet again. And, unfortunately, the system of playing was made so that it was pretty much compulsory to play. There were 3 teams, and they switched around continuously. Or rather, that was what they said the system was. How it actually turned out was different: our team, whose players included John and Kevin, stayed on the field for the majority of the day. And when I pointed out that I did not really know the rules of rugby, I was told that maybe if I ask other people, they'll tell me. Not the teachers, they don't have nearly enough time (well, one teacher didn't know the rules either. So that's useful.). So, for the pretty much the whole game, I hung back and watched people run. I think I got the ball once, and I passed it away as soon as I could. Towards the end, though, our team did finally leave the game, and so we just played 31 for the rest of the day. And after school, I talked with Ebony, and we had a heated argument about AFL versus NRL. I insist that good old AFL is better and that NRL makes no sense; she says the reverse. Hmm. When I got home, I blogged a bit, and did the Drama script, which was only about a minute or so, so not too hard. Around 7, we left for hapkido.
Shay had work, as it seems she now has every Wednesday, but Shirisha was there, which is twice in a week. I don't think that's happened before, but I could be very wrong. The class was going well, and then it was time for my back roll signature. I was slightly confident, but not very. I went for it, and in the end, Grandmaster Geoff said: 'Go as fast as you can.' So I did, and I then promptly got my back roll signature. I did a silent expression of relief and joy (I can't explain it well, but I mouthed the word 'Yes!' while forming my right hand into a fist and brought my arm down, like I was pulling something down slowly. Hard to put it any way else.). I had gotten my very last white belt signature, thus leaving very little in my way to orange belt. The sad thing is that I didn't have to do a roll on my wrong side; the very reason I was putting it off. Oy vey. So what I now have to do now to get my orange is to submit my sheet with all my signatures and the my card with the dates of doing hapkido on it, along with $35 (I assume to buy a new belt), and wait. When I got in the car, I told Mum, 'I have bad news,' while turning away so she couldn't see me smiling. When she asked why, I replied: 'You're gonna have to pay $35...' And then she got it. I called Dad, and when I got home, I posted. But not enough.
And that was my day. Sorry about the later post, but hapkido was in the way, and there was still a post to do. Not a good combination. Ah well. Soon I will get back. Soon. No promises when.
Soon I will be past my orange belt; Hooray!,
AB
Period 1 was Science, in which we talked about Newton's Third Law, which was rather interesting and ended with a mutant horse being drawn on the board which originally levitated and talked telepathically (I know that that probably makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. What I mean is that Robson drew a horse on the board which had no mouth and whose legs didn't touch the ground at first. It made a lot more sense if you were there.). We learnt about many technicalities of the Third Law (well not technicalities, as they're aren't really trivial. But rather, it's more complicated than it seems, and we learnt how that happens.). We also said goodbye to Robson, who was going away for 2 weeks. We are thus getting Bruce as a sub; brilliant (warning: sarcasm). Period 2 was Geography, in which we went to the computer rooms to do some more of the assignment. I also spent about 15 minutes messing around on Excel trying to fix some stuff before I realised what I was trying to do wouldn't work; and even if it did, it wouldn't work in the assignment. Goddamn!
Recess was 13. Period 3 was English, in which we did yet more work for Squizzy Taylor, only this time it was quote mining. In other words, find lines in the book that, for example, say he's a gangster even though it's already made clear that he is a gangster even without a quote that says 'I, Squizzy Taylor, am a gangster.' I managed to find an indirect one, but it wasn't easy. But, enough of my ranting. I also had a look at my English assignment, which is due on Friday week. I started on that, which looks complex, but looking at it, it's actually fairly easy. Not incredibly easy, but still. Easier than it seems. Lunch was also 13, and in which Cam told me to do the script for the Drama assessment. Due tomorrow of course; it just never ends, does it?
It was then Sport, which was rugby yet again. And, unfortunately, the system of playing was made so that it was pretty much compulsory to play. There were 3 teams, and they switched around continuously. Or rather, that was what they said the system was. How it actually turned out was different: our team, whose players included John and Kevin, stayed on the field for the majority of the day. And when I pointed out that I did not really know the rules of rugby, I was told that maybe if I ask other people, they'll tell me. Not the teachers, they don't have nearly enough time (well, one teacher didn't know the rules either. So that's useful.). So, for the pretty much the whole game, I hung back and watched people run. I think I got the ball once, and I passed it away as soon as I could. Towards the end, though, our team did finally leave the game, and so we just played 31 for the rest of the day. And after school, I talked with Ebony, and we had a heated argument about AFL versus NRL. I insist that good old AFL is better and that NRL makes no sense; she says the reverse. Hmm. When I got home, I blogged a bit, and did the Drama script, which was only about a minute or so, so not too hard. Around 7, we left for hapkido.
Shay had work, as it seems she now has every Wednesday, but Shirisha was there, which is twice in a week. I don't think that's happened before, but I could be very wrong. The class was going well, and then it was time for my back roll signature. I was slightly confident, but not very. I went for it, and in the end, Grandmaster Geoff said: 'Go as fast as you can.' So I did, and I then promptly got my back roll signature. I did a silent expression of relief and joy (I can't explain it well, but I mouthed the word 'Yes!' while forming my right hand into a fist and brought my arm down, like I was pulling something down slowly. Hard to put it any way else.). I had gotten my very last white belt signature, thus leaving very little in my way to orange belt. The sad thing is that I didn't have to do a roll on my wrong side; the very reason I was putting it off. Oy vey. So what I now have to do now to get my orange is to submit my sheet with all my signatures and the my card with the dates of doing hapkido on it, along with $35 (I assume to buy a new belt), and wait. When I got in the car, I told Mum, 'I have bad news,' while turning away so she couldn't see me smiling. When she asked why, I replied: 'You're gonna have to pay $35...' And then she got it. I called Dad, and when I got home, I posted. But not enough.
And that was my day. Sorry about the later post, but hapkido was in the way, and there was still a post to do. Not a good combination. Ah well. Soon I will get back. Soon. No promises when.
Soon I will be past my orange belt; Hooray!,
AB
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Father's Day '09
I know that my last '... '09' was a bit of a last-ditch effort for a title. But this title, this title works, as it succinctly says what my day was about. Or, whatever. Anyway. Yes, it is a late post, reading this post and yesterday's post should explain it all. And if you still don't like it, then, well, it's my blog, and I decide when I post. So, there. Well, let's quit the ranting and get to my day, shall we?
I got up at 7:45, when we gave our Father's Day presents. EJ had had a stall at his school, as primary schools do, but I had really no opportunity to get anything at all. So I offered to pay for one of my Mum and Dad's frequent trips to Gloria Jean's. Not too good, but on such short notice, it's the best I could do. Around 9, we left for Nanny and Poppa's, or my Mum's dad (we couldn't exactly go to my Dad's dad: he lives in Toowoomba). When we got there, we saw what Poppa was working on, with him being a bit of an amateur carpenter. I only say amateur because that's not his job, though: he's actually really good. He's professional, if not a professional, if that makes sense. EJ and I then ended up playing magnetic darts, which was his gift to my Dad. We played first to 1000 points (and with the highest points you could possibly get being 100, and neither of us being possibly that good, that took a long while). I won, but it was close. I then went to read my book, and at around 12, we got lunch.
For lunch, I had my standard: as much potato salad as I could get my hands on (mmm, potato salad...). However, my Uncle Jason had cooked chicken kebabs, and I am a big sucker for kebabs. I think I ended up with 5, which is a lot, to say the least. After dinner, we all talked about cricket and footy and what-not, and Poppa then ended up taking out these old photos. And you could really tell they were old; they had negatives (it's like the actual picture, but inverted). He also had these semi-transparent projector slides (with Kodak on them, of course), which, when held up to the light, you could see right through as if they were an actual photo, albeit small, and the quality was really good (as in, if they were taken today. Probably because they were small, but still.). He also got out some really old photos, such as a picture of my Mum at maybe 4, at a guess, and my grandfather's first car and girlfriend. Yeah. I then went to read more of my book. We left at about 1:30, to go to Shay's, to watch the footy.
We all stuck around for a bit, and then Mum went off to our house while EJ went to play with Lachlan on the Wii and trampoline and so on, and Dad and I stayed in the lounge room to watch the Magpies-Saints game. We stayed for the entire game, although Jo and Shay had to go out to do some stuff. That did give me an opportunity, however, to go on Shay's laptop, so I could at least start Saturday's post (which is the first time I could go on a computer of any sort during the day. Hence why the posts are late, and I'm rushing to do this one.). We got home at about 4, after St Kilda won convincingly by 28 points. And for the rest of the night, I tried to blog as much as I could. I did get Saturday's post done, and I started Sunday's post; when my computer crashed. Of bloody course. So here I am, blogging.
And that was how my weekend went. I hope that now you understand why my schedule was thrown out more than it already was, and why now I am struggling to catch up. And with hapkido on Monday, well, I'm sure you can get what I'm trying to say here. Not my fault. Well, not really. Anyway.
I swear I'll try to get back on track soon,
AB
I got up at 7:45, when we gave our Father's Day presents. EJ had had a stall at his school, as primary schools do, but I had really no opportunity to get anything at all. So I offered to pay for one of my Mum and Dad's frequent trips to Gloria Jean's. Not too good, but on such short notice, it's the best I could do. Around 9, we left for Nanny and Poppa's, or my Mum's dad (we couldn't exactly go to my Dad's dad: he lives in Toowoomba). When we got there, we saw what Poppa was working on, with him being a bit of an amateur carpenter. I only say amateur because that's not his job, though: he's actually really good. He's professional, if not a professional, if that makes sense. EJ and I then ended up playing magnetic darts, which was his gift to my Dad. We played first to 1000 points (and with the highest points you could possibly get being 100, and neither of us being possibly that good, that took a long while). I won, but it was close. I then went to read my book, and at around 12, we got lunch.
For lunch, I had my standard: as much potato salad as I could get my hands on (mmm, potato salad...). However, my Uncle Jason had cooked chicken kebabs, and I am a big sucker for kebabs. I think I ended up with 5, which is a lot, to say the least. After dinner, we all talked about cricket and footy and what-not, and Poppa then ended up taking out these old photos. And you could really tell they were old; they had negatives (it's like the actual picture, but inverted). He also had these semi-transparent projector slides (with Kodak on them, of course), which, when held up to the light, you could see right through as if they were an actual photo, albeit small, and the quality was really good (as in, if they were taken today. Probably because they were small, but still.). He also got out some really old photos, such as a picture of my Mum at maybe 4, at a guess, and my grandfather's first car and girlfriend. Yeah. I then went to read more of my book. We left at about 1:30, to go to Shay's, to watch the footy.
We all stuck around for a bit, and then Mum went off to our house while EJ went to play with Lachlan on the Wii and trampoline and so on, and Dad and I stayed in the lounge room to watch the Magpies-Saints game. We stayed for the entire game, although Jo and Shay had to go out to do some stuff. That did give me an opportunity, however, to go on Shay's laptop, so I could at least start Saturday's post (which is the first time I could go on a computer of any sort during the day. Hence why the posts are late, and I'm rushing to do this one.). We got home at about 4, after St Kilda won convincingly by 28 points. And for the rest of the night, I tried to blog as much as I could. I did get Saturday's post done, and I started Sunday's post; when my computer crashed. Of bloody course. So here I am, blogging.
And that was how my weekend went. I hope that now you understand why my schedule was thrown out more than it already was, and why now I am struggling to catch up. And with hapkido on Monday, well, I'm sure you can get what I'm trying to say here. Not my fault. Well, not really. Anyway.
I swear I'll try to get back on track soon,
AB
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The Big Finals
OK, I know the title isn't snappy or anything. I don't really care. The finals I refer to are, of course, AFL, but specifically, the ones that affect my teams (or rather, the teams I barrack for): EJ's footy team (I do go for them, after all), who played their Grand Final, and the Carlton-Brisbane game. For the sake of some drama, I'll withhold who won which games until I get around to it.
I got up at around 6:15; I'm not sure exactly when I woke up, although I do know I was laying bed for a while, trying to get back to sleep. It didn't exactly work. Dad left before us, and we left at about 8:15. I brought many things, for what I thought would be a long day out at the ground. Specifically, I brought: my iPod, my portable radio, my deck of cards, and 2 books. We got there at about 9:30, give or take, and there was already a game happening: Emu Plains, in Brisbane guernseys, and Rooty Hill, in Port Adelaide guernseys. I decided to go for Rooty Hill, pretty much just because their name was hilarious. Their name was 'Rooty Hill Power,' which just adds to the humour. At 10, when everybody was here, the fateful game started: The Southwest Tigers against the Campbelltown/Wollondilly Swans (the same team they played against 2 weeks ago).
The game started off ominously, at least from our point of view, with the Swans getting a goal in the first 10 or so seconds. However, luckily, the Tigers rose to the challenge pretty quickly, getting their first goal about a minute afterwards. The game was shaping up to be a good one. However, the backlines tightened up, and there was only one more goal kicked for the quarter. One of the Tiger kids, Ben, was also seemingly knocked unconscious near the end of the quarter while trying to stop a Swans goal from the middle of a pack. He came off the ground, of course. The quarter ended at 2.1, 13 to 1.3, 9, with the Tigers in the lead. The second quarter was a big one for EJ's team, with EJ himself getting a goal in this quarter. There were numerous shots at goal for Southwest, but due to defensive pressure by Campbelltown/Wollondilly and some accuracy mishaps (read: they kept missing), they didn't get as much as they probably should have. However, the Tigers did hold the Swans scoreless in this quarter, with the half time score reading 4.5, 29 to 1.3, 9.
Quarter 3 saw a lockdown by the Swans, in an attempt to stop the Tigers scoring and running away with the game. And it worked too, with our team only getting one behind for the whole quarter. although due to Southwest's centre work, the Swans couldn't capitalise. However, they did get one goal for the quarter, which resulted in a massive uproar by the other team's parents. The quarter ended with Southwest being twice the score of the Swans, at 4.6, 30 to 2.3, 15. The last quarter of the last match was then to be played, with only 3 goals in it and the game could have been won by either team. However, the Tigers went in there and played the most important quarter of the season in style, although the accuracy left something to be desired. Billy started to really run, and the whole team fire up. The Swans kicked 7 points for the quarter, but the Tigers kicked over double that, with their highest scoring quarter for the game. The final score read 6.11, 47 to 3.4, 22. The Tigers had won, won the first premiership for the entire club since god knows when. After the game, while they were lining up to get their medals, and I decided to be a smartass, so I just said: 'Coulda done better.' (I wasn't being serious, of course). After talking to people, and after the kids finished their celebrations, we went home.
We got home at around 2, and after I'd gotten lunch and what-not, I went into my room, so that I could blog about Friday. When that was completed, at around 4:30 (I procrastinate a lot, remember), I figured that I needed a break, so I got on Battlefield Heroes. However, I also wanted to see what was going on with the Cats-Dogs game, and I didn't want to leave my room. But then, inspiration struck: my portable radio (I would use my actual radio, but it only picks up FM signals). So I went out to Battlefield Heroes, while listening to the score. The Cats won, and I didn't do so bad myself. Then, at around 6:30, we all went out to Club Italia for premiership celebrations.
When we got there, there weren't many people there, and luckily I had brought my deck of cards. So I played a few hands of blackjack with EJ, and then I decided I'd show him what 31 was. So we played that a bit, and later when we went in to the special occasion room, he offered a game of President & Asshole. I refused, and offered to play 13 instead, which is similar to President & Asshole, but better (proof). Cleveland and Michael from Friday were there, and Cleveland said that he knew how to play. So we started to play that. A few rounds in, I realised that the Carlton-Brisbane game had started, so I took out my portable radio and listened to that. Later, after endless pestering by EJ, and also Cleveland to a degree, Michael started to play, after picking up the majority of rules of the game watching us. Later, after dinner, while the game was playing over the radio, EJ's coach, Alan, came over to listen, and also ended up playing, with the help of Cleveland. And started kicking ass. In the end, though, the game started to break down, and we all went to do our different things. I mostly listened to the game. Carlton were up by 30 points 2 minutes into the last quarter, and it seemed that we were bound to win. But the Lions roared back (pun intended), and kicked 6 goals, and shutting the Blues down. We lost by 7 points, and when the siren sounded, I collapsed back. Black and Bradshaw, after both being ruled out on Friday arvo and being last-minute inclusions for Brisbane, were their two best players, with Black being big in the centre, and Bradshaw kicking five goals. Goddamn. That's awful. Next year, though, we'll be big. So for the rest of the night, I read and listened to Tom Lehrer on my iPod. We got home around 11:30. So obviously I didn't get to post.
To comments, just the 1, but the first for what seems like a long time:
*Mango: Oy vey. I can't be stuffed figuring it out, you gave this to me in Maths. I'm sure it's simple, but I really, really don't care.
And that was my day. Sorry about the late post, but now that you've read this post, and when you read the next post, you'll understand. I'll try to get my schedule back on track as soon as I possibly can; believe me, I'm working on it. But I'm not promising anything.
Great work, EJ's team; There's always next year, Carlton,
AB
I got up at around 6:15; I'm not sure exactly when I woke up, although I do know I was laying bed for a while, trying to get back to sleep. It didn't exactly work. Dad left before us, and we left at about 8:15. I brought many things, for what I thought would be a long day out at the ground. Specifically, I brought: my iPod, my portable radio, my deck of cards, and 2 books. We got there at about 9:30, give or take, and there was already a game happening: Emu Plains, in Brisbane guernseys, and Rooty Hill, in Port Adelaide guernseys. I decided to go for Rooty Hill, pretty much just because their name was hilarious. Their name was 'Rooty Hill Power,' which just adds to the humour. At 10, when everybody was here, the fateful game started: The Southwest Tigers against the Campbelltown/Wollondilly Swans (the same team they played against 2 weeks ago).
The game started off ominously, at least from our point of view, with the Swans getting a goal in the first 10 or so seconds. However, luckily, the Tigers rose to the challenge pretty quickly, getting their first goal about a minute afterwards. The game was shaping up to be a good one. However, the backlines tightened up, and there was only one more goal kicked for the quarter. One of the Tiger kids, Ben, was also seemingly knocked unconscious near the end of the quarter while trying to stop a Swans goal from the middle of a pack. He came off the ground, of course. The quarter ended at 2.1, 13 to 1.3, 9, with the Tigers in the lead. The second quarter was a big one for EJ's team, with EJ himself getting a goal in this quarter. There were numerous shots at goal for Southwest, but due to defensive pressure by Campbelltown/Wollondilly and some accuracy mishaps (read: they kept missing), they didn't get as much as they probably should have. However, the Tigers did hold the Swans scoreless in this quarter, with the half time score reading 4.5, 29 to 1.3, 9.
Quarter 3 saw a lockdown by the Swans, in an attempt to stop the Tigers scoring and running away with the game. And it worked too, with our team only getting one behind for the whole quarter. although due to Southwest's centre work, the Swans couldn't capitalise. However, they did get one goal for the quarter, which resulted in a massive uproar by the other team's parents. The quarter ended with Southwest being twice the score of the Swans, at 4.6, 30 to 2.3, 15. The last quarter of the last match was then to be played, with only 3 goals in it and the game could have been won by either team. However, the Tigers went in there and played the most important quarter of the season in style, although the accuracy left something to be desired. Billy started to really run, and the whole team fire up. The Swans kicked 7 points for the quarter, but the Tigers kicked over double that, with their highest scoring quarter for the game. The final score read 6.11, 47 to 3.4, 22. The Tigers had won, won the first premiership for the entire club since god knows when. After the game, while they were lining up to get their medals, and I decided to be a smartass, so I just said: 'Coulda done better.' (I wasn't being serious, of course). After talking to people, and after the kids finished their celebrations, we went home.
We got home at around 2, and after I'd gotten lunch and what-not, I went into my room, so that I could blog about Friday. When that was completed, at around 4:30 (I procrastinate a lot, remember), I figured that I needed a break, so I got on Battlefield Heroes. However, I also wanted to see what was going on with the Cats-Dogs game, and I didn't want to leave my room. But then, inspiration struck: my portable radio (I would use my actual radio, but it only picks up FM signals). So I went out to Battlefield Heroes, while listening to the score. The Cats won, and I didn't do so bad myself. Then, at around 6:30, we all went out to Club Italia for premiership celebrations.
When we got there, there weren't many people there, and luckily I had brought my deck of cards. So I played a few hands of blackjack with EJ, and then I decided I'd show him what 31 was. So we played that a bit, and later when we went in to the special occasion room, he offered a game of President & Asshole. I refused, and offered to play 13 instead, which is similar to President & Asshole, but better (proof). Cleveland and Michael from Friday were there, and Cleveland said that he knew how to play. So we started to play that. A few rounds in, I realised that the Carlton-Brisbane game had started, so I took out my portable radio and listened to that. Later, after endless pestering by EJ, and also Cleveland to a degree, Michael started to play, after picking up the majority of rules of the game watching us. Later, after dinner, while the game was playing over the radio, EJ's coach, Alan, came over to listen, and also ended up playing, with the help of Cleveland. And started kicking ass. In the end, though, the game started to break down, and we all went to do our different things. I mostly listened to the game. Carlton were up by 30 points 2 minutes into the last quarter, and it seemed that we were bound to win. But the Lions roared back (pun intended), and kicked 6 goals, and shutting the Blues down. We lost by 7 points, and when the siren sounded, I collapsed back. Black and Bradshaw, after both being ruled out on Friday arvo and being last-minute inclusions for Brisbane, were their two best players, with Black being big in the centre, and Bradshaw kicking five goals. Goddamn. That's awful. Next year, though, we'll be big. So for the rest of the night, I read and listened to Tom Lehrer on my iPod. We got home around 11:30. So obviously I didn't get to post.
To comments, just the 1, but the first for what seems like a long time:
*Mango: Oy vey. I can't be stuffed figuring it out, you gave this to me in Maths. I'm sure it's simple, but I really, really don't care.
And that was my day. Sorry about the late post, but now that you've read this post, and when you read the next post, you'll understand. I'll try to get my schedule back on track as soon as I possibly can; believe me, I'm working on it. But I'm not promising anything.
Great work, EJ's team; There's always next year, Carlton,
AB
Friday, September 4, 2009
Legacy Day '09
Another day, another title which is fairly easy to write. For you see, today was Legacy Day. Wikipedia doesn't seem to know what it is, so the official website may be found here. Now, with the title out of the way, I can get straight to my day, which was mostly a big bludge. Which was pretty good for a Friday, although it is a late post. Ah well.
Before school, I put on my Legacy Day badge and wristband that I got from Dad. Period 1 was Maths, in which I forgot my textbook. So Mango and I showed me this game, where you start with 31 points, and can take away 1-5 points every turn. The person that takes away the last point loses. However, there was a trick, which I found out: if you go second, you just choose the number that, when added with the one that the first player picked, makes 6. (If you're first, though, you're doomed. Sorry.) Period 2 was Drama, which started off as doing some maths thing I was trying to work out (nerd, remember), but then became a conversation about Cam's PA system in his house and things about how I'm not a computer nerd if I haven't pulled my computer apart yet to get to know things that I can find out by not dismantling my laptop. Hmm. Next was Assembly, in which I discovered something tragic: the badge was gone. It had fallen off my jacket and was now nowhere to be seen. So after Assembly, I went through the Drama room, the Maths room, and the path I took between the two. But it was not to be found. So I played some cards.
Period 3 was Commerce, wherein we went to the computer labs to check the effects of unemployment. We also had a substitute, who, although well-meaning, didn't know what we were doing. So I went to Wikipedia, started off at the page for unemployment, and well, this happened (I love than comic, both specifically and a whole). I also found my badge, while absent-mindedly trawling through my pockets. What presumably happened was that the badge fell off my jacket into the jacket pocket. Quite lucky, there. Period 4 was Science, in which we analysed the experiment with the ticker-timer from yesterday. My value for the acceleration due to gravity: 9.7 m/s². Now that is amazingly close to the actual value, and in fact I was the closest in the class. Robson also told me that Pitt had something to show me in the Science staffroom. However, come lunchtime, after handing in that assignment I was doing, when I went to the Science staffroom, Pitt was nowhere to be found. Turns out he wasn't there. So I played 13 with the guys instead.
Period 5 was English, in which we went through the book we have, 'Runner,' to find evidence that the protagonist, Charlie, was the Odd One Out. Which essentially came down to the fact that things happened to him that didn't happen to other people. You know, like essentially every fiction novel in existence. Yeah. In the last period for the week, we went down to the Hall, where there were 4 veterans from the Korean War, there for commemoration of Legacy Day (it's not really celebrating if it's for the families of those killed in action). 3 classes were there (mine, Eric's and Cameron's; I don't know the actual names for the last two), and we heard their stories from back then. Some people didn't find it too interesting; I did. Call me crazy, but I find those types of things interesting. When I got home, I blogged a bit, and then friends came over. Specifically, Michael and Cleveland (they're both footy friends). They watched EJ play 'God of War,' so I played some Battlefield Heroes. After they left, I did some more blogging, then went to do some more BFH. I also watched the first AFL final: Crows-Bombers, which ended with Essendon thankfully being on the ass end of an ass-kicking, by something like 90 points. But I didn't get to finish the post, so here I am.
And that was my day. The next few days will be somewhat eventful, with my brother's Grand Final on Saturday and Father's Day on Sunday, which makes for longer posts. However, as these may be running into the night, the posts may be late. Or, at least, I'll have an excuse to post late. Both, really.
Friday comes, thank god,
AB
Before school, I put on my Legacy Day badge and wristband that I got from Dad. Period 1 was Maths, in which I forgot my textbook. So Mango and I showed me this game, where you start with 31 points, and can take away 1-5 points every turn. The person that takes away the last point loses. However, there was a trick, which I found out: if you go second, you just choose the number that, when added with the one that the first player picked, makes 6. (If you're first, though, you're doomed. Sorry.) Period 2 was Drama, which started off as doing some maths thing I was trying to work out (nerd, remember), but then became a conversation about Cam's PA system in his house and things about how I'm not a computer nerd if I haven't pulled my computer apart yet to get to know things that I can find out by not dismantling my laptop. Hmm. Next was Assembly, in which I discovered something tragic: the badge was gone. It had fallen off my jacket and was now nowhere to be seen. So after Assembly, I went through the Drama room, the Maths room, and the path I took between the two. But it was not to be found. So I played some cards.
Period 3 was Commerce, wherein we went to the computer labs to check the effects of unemployment. We also had a substitute, who, although well-meaning, didn't know what we were doing. So I went to Wikipedia, started off at the page for unemployment, and well, this happened (I love than comic, both specifically and a whole). I also found my badge, while absent-mindedly trawling through my pockets. What presumably happened was that the badge fell off my jacket into the jacket pocket. Quite lucky, there. Period 4 was Science, in which we analysed the experiment with the ticker-timer from yesterday. My value for the acceleration due to gravity: 9.7 m/s². Now that is amazingly close to the actual value, and in fact I was the closest in the class. Robson also told me that Pitt had something to show me in the Science staffroom. However, come lunchtime, after handing in that assignment I was doing, when I went to the Science staffroom, Pitt was nowhere to be found. Turns out he wasn't there. So I played 13 with the guys instead.
Period 5 was English, in which we went through the book we have, 'Runner,' to find evidence that the protagonist, Charlie, was the Odd One Out. Which essentially came down to the fact that things happened to him that didn't happen to other people. You know, like essentially every fiction novel in existence. Yeah. In the last period for the week, we went down to the Hall, where there were 4 veterans from the Korean War, there for commemoration of Legacy Day (it's not really celebrating if it's for the families of those killed in action). 3 classes were there (mine, Eric's and Cameron's; I don't know the actual names for the last two), and we heard their stories from back then. Some people didn't find it too interesting; I did. Call me crazy, but I find those types of things interesting. When I got home, I blogged a bit, and then friends came over. Specifically, Michael and Cleveland (they're both footy friends). They watched EJ play 'God of War,' so I played some Battlefield Heroes. After they left, I did some more blogging, then went to do some more BFH. I also watched the first AFL final: Crows-Bombers, which ended with Essendon thankfully being on the ass end of an ass-kicking, by something like 90 points. But I didn't get to finish the post, so here I am.
And that was my day. The next few days will be somewhat eventful, with my brother's Grand Final on Saturday and Father's Day on Sunday, which makes for longer posts. However, as these may be running into the night, the posts may be late. Or, at least, I'll have an excuse to post late. Both, really.
Friday comes, thank god,
AB
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Nothin' At All
I hereby claim that the title was a reference to 'The Simpsons,' and specifically, I am quoting the episode 'Little Big Mom' where Flanders says "Feels like I'm wearing nothin' at all!" (Stupid sexy Flanders...). Wow, that was a long way to go for an explanation of a title. Anyway, what I mean is that I did barely anything today. Yeah. So, without further ado, to my day.
I woke up at 6:30 (I know, I know. Goddamn.), and got on my laptop, and put the TV on, of course. Everyone else got up at 8 (Lucky buggers. I hate getting up early on the weekends. 6:30 is ridiculous.), and so we had breakfast. By the time I'd finished chores, and that includes the procrastination that naturally goes with them on Sundays, it was something like 10, and I still had to get Saturday's post done. And the problem with posting on the weekends when there's nothing else on schedule (at least for me) is this: there are so many other websites to look and things to do and people to talk to on MSN that you sorta lose track of time, and you keep saying to yourself that it'll get done right after this bit. And then that bit. So that was what happened at 12; when I realised it was lunch time and I had barely gotten any done.
However, two things happened: the weekend procrastination set in, and the footy games for today started. So I started to watch the games, as well as blogging on and off. This continued until after dinner, when I realised how much time I had left, and I started to blog like crazy (yes, my day was pretty much like this. Quite frankly, I'm surprised I'm getting this much.), while watching the Dogs-Magpies game. I finished my post at around 7:30, which was coincidentally also about the time the game was finishing. The Western Bulldogs beat the Collingwood Magpies by 24 points, putting the Dogs into third by percentage, leapfrogging the Pies. And only by .31%. Gotta admit, that's very close. So when I finished my post, I did for about an hour what I wanted to do for most of the day: go on Battlefield Heroes. I'm gradually getting better, though I still need to work on my Rambo (as in, running in and shooting everything in sight. Gunners are awesome like that.). And for the rest of the night, I surfed the net, as well as doing some posting. But not a lot, so here I am.
Such was this Sunday, which was rather repetitive, in retrospect. Also, it's a very short post. That's because I did essentially nothing for the entire day. I sorta complained about this in the previous post's last paragraph. But, yeah. Short post for a not-so-eventful day. Ah well. Tomorrow's post should be longer.
I should probably stop complaining about the length of posts,
AB
I woke up at 6:30 (I know, I know. Goddamn.), and got on my laptop, and put the TV on, of course. Everyone else got up at 8 (Lucky buggers. I hate getting up early on the weekends. 6:30 is ridiculous.), and so we had breakfast. By the time I'd finished chores, and that includes the procrastination that naturally goes with them on Sundays, it was something like 10, and I still had to get Saturday's post done. And the problem with posting on the weekends when there's nothing else on schedule (at least for me) is this: there are so many other websites to look and things to do and people to talk to on MSN that you sorta lose track of time, and you keep saying to yourself that it'll get done right after this bit. And then that bit. So that was what happened at 12; when I realised it was lunch time and I had barely gotten any done.
However, two things happened: the weekend procrastination set in, and the footy games for today started. So I started to watch the games, as well as blogging on and off. This continued until after dinner, when I realised how much time I had left, and I started to blog like crazy (yes, my day was pretty much like this. Quite frankly, I'm surprised I'm getting this much.), while watching the Dogs-Magpies game. I finished my post at around 7:30, which was coincidentally also about the time the game was finishing. The Western Bulldogs beat the Collingwood Magpies by 24 points, putting the Dogs into third by percentage, leapfrogging the Pies. And only by .31%. Gotta admit, that's very close. So when I finished my post, I did for about an hour what I wanted to do for most of the day: go on Battlefield Heroes. I'm gradually getting better, though I still need to work on my Rambo (as in, running in and shooting everything in sight. Gunners are awesome like that.). And for the rest of the night, I surfed the net, as well as doing some posting. But not a lot, so here I am.
Such was this Sunday, which was rather repetitive, in retrospect. Also, it's a very short post. That's because I did essentially nothing for the entire day. I sorta complained about this in the previous post's last paragraph. But, yeah. Short post for a not-so-eventful day. Ah well. Tomorrow's post should be longer.
I should probably stop complaining about the length of posts,
AB
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Shopping and Shay's
What? I haven't used this title? I have now! Anyway. I went shopping, and I went to Shay's. I also did other things. Titles aren't perfect, folks. Otherwise, there wouldn't be all that complaining recently. Ah well. To my day, as I'm rapidly running out of ideas for this opening paragraph, at least for today.
I was woken up at 8, and I was still half-asleep 45 minutes later. I just hadn't had enough sleep. But at 8:30, we left for McDonalds, where we saw a familiar face: none other than Shaylee. None of us had any idea that she was working there (I didn't, at least), but we said hello. Or, rather, I waved, and she tried to avoid anyone realising that we knew each other. Though that's probably the wisest thing: EJ was in his skeleton jacket, and he was getting stares. Shay herself was on the hash browns, and so we had some of them, as well as hotcakes and Maccas orange juice. We then went to our grandparents' place, as Dad had to fix Poppa's computer. I spent basically the entire time playing Scrabble, and reading my book. We were supposed to have left our grandparents' place, gone to the shops, then left the shops and be back at home by midday. We left at 12:15, thus utterly throwing us off schedule.
On the drive to Westfields, Dad told us a little surprise he had been saving: with the money our parents had got back from tax (eight thousand dollars, give or take. I think.), they would give EJ and I both $100 (I got an extra $30 for boundary running over the past few weeks), and said we could spend it on whatever we want. EJ found 3 games in JB Hi-Fi, and was already in debt 15 minutes in (he spent $103 on games). I myself travelled far and wide, from Dymocks to Angus & Robertson, but alas, there were no physics books in stock. Not even a really expensive one that I could now afford. There was one big mathematics book, but I opened it and I couldn't understand half of it. So I put it down. And I couldn't really find anything else, unfortunately so I left Westfields at around 3:15 with nothing but a heavier wallet. We got home at about 3:30, and we got a call from Michael that we were having a spontaneous barbecue (as in, 'You know what? Let's have a barbecue!') with them. So we left at 5, with my blogging sadly uncompleted. We did many things, including bouncing on the trampoline, watching the Bombers-Dockers game (yes, Essendon beat first one week, then lost to second-last the next), and talked about all manner of things. We got home at about 7:30, and I made a quick dash to blog about Saturday. It's been very rush-rush this weekend.
And as there are no comments, this shall be my last paragraph. I'd like to take some time here to apologise for the very late post; I am going to catch up for Thursday. I can't miss my 200th post because I've been caught up, dammit! So expect a post on time some time soon.
A long weekend gives way to school,
AB
I was woken up at 8, and I was still half-asleep 45 minutes later. I just hadn't had enough sleep. But at 8:30, we left for McDonalds, where we saw a familiar face: none other than Shaylee. None of us had any idea that she was working there (I didn't, at least), but we said hello. Or, rather, I waved, and she tried to avoid anyone realising that we knew each other. Though that's probably the wisest thing: EJ was in his skeleton jacket, and he was getting stares. Shay herself was on the hash browns, and so we had some of them, as well as hotcakes and Maccas orange juice. We then went to our grandparents' place, as Dad had to fix Poppa's computer. I spent basically the entire time playing Scrabble, and reading my book. We were supposed to have left our grandparents' place, gone to the shops, then left the shops and be back at home by midday. We left at 12:15, thus utterly throwing us off schedule.
On the drive to Westfields, Dad told us a little surprise he had been saving: with the money our parents had got back from tax (eight thousand dollars, give or take. I think.), they would give EJ and I both $100 (I got an extra $30 for boundary running over the past few weeks), and said we could spend it on whatever we want. EJ found 3 games in JB Hi-Fi, and was already in debt 15 minutes in (he spent $103 on games). I myself travelled far and wide, from Dymocks to Angus & Robertson, but alas, there were no physics books in stock. Not even a really expensive one that I could now afford. There was one big mathematics book, but I opened it and I couldn't understand half of it. So I put it down. And I couldn't really find anything else, unfortunately so I left Westfields at around 3:15 with nothing but a heavier wallet. We got home at about 3:30, and we got a call from Michael that we were having a spontaneous barbecue (as in, 'You know what? Let's have a barbecue!') with them. So we left at 5, with my blogging sadly uncompleted. We did many things, including bouncing on the trampoline, watching the Bombers-Dockers game (yes, Essendon beat first one week, then lost to second-last the next), and talked about all manner of things. We got home at about 7:30, and I made a quick dash to blog about Saturday. It's been very rush-rush this weekend.
And as there are no comments, this shall be my last paragraph. I'd like to take some time here to apologise for the very late post; I am going to catch up for Thursday. I can't miss my 200th post because I've been caught up, dammit! So expect a post on time some time soon.
A long weekend gives way to school,
AB
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Finals Footy Begins
Well, I suppose in the actual AFL, finals hasn't arrived yet (we're about halfway through Round 21, I think). But of all the footy I'm involved in or really care about, the finals start now. Specifically, my brother's finals have begun, and well, let's see what happened, shall we?
I got up around 8, and it was rush-rush to get to EJ's ground. But in the short amount of time I was at home, I found my blue pencilcase, idling away in an unopened drawer. Don't know why I put it in there, but there it was. Problem solved! Anyway. Back to footy. EJ's team, having won every single game this year, was first (well, I sure hope so), and so they got the benefit of being at home. So when we got there, the carpark was packed. Well, a lot of our teams made the finals (about time), and we have one of the best grounds in the comp (no exaggeration here; it's true), so a heap of people came. I brought my New Scientist and 'The Count of Monte Cristo,' but I didn't get to read them that much in the beginning, as I was talking to Ngaire (pronounced Nie-ree), a friend of mine who used to play in my team, but now umpires, and who is notable for having the worst string of luck when it comes to injuries out of everybody I know. She couldn't umpire today, as she was on crutches after she tore a ligament, I think. So I talked to her for a while, and I then went around helping out with odd jobs, like moving goalposts and selling raffle tickets (doing much better than last Saturday). I then went to watch EJ's game.
It was against second on the ladder, Campbelltown-Wollondilly (I'll just call them Campbelltown; it's much easier), and my brother's team was ready. The game started off with a Campbelltown point, and the ball then started going the Tigers' way. However, both backlines were fierce, and balls touched on the line were not just commonplace; they were the norm. By the end of the first quarter, it was 2.5, 17 to 0.1, 1. (And this is, I think, the actual scores. But don't quote me.) I was doing the scoreboard, as they had official umpires doing the boundary. And nobody else was doing it. The second quarter was an intense one, but incredibly inaccurate, with 2 behinds to 4 kicked. Half time gave us 2.7, 19 to 0.5, 5, and it looked like both teams would have to work to win it. And the third quarter payed off, for both sides. More goals were kicked in this quarter than the first half of the game, and both sides nearly doubled their scores. The teams went into the last break with the Tigers at 4.11, 35 and Campbelltown at 1.6, 12. The last quarter was more intense than the last, with a mighty battle raging. But the Tigers prevailed, with the final score reading 6.12, 42 to 2.11, 23. EJ's team will make their Grand Final, while Campbelltown will play for their spot next week.
So after the game, I went to read my book and listen to my iPod, which I promptly did until about 4 in the afternoon. Then, after a quick detour to the shops, we went home, where we watched the Blues-Demons game from a tape. And Carlton kicked ass, winning by 57 points, and with Fevola getting 7 goals, practically assuring him the Coleman Medal. We also watched a slight amount of the Tigers-Hawks game, before I went into my room to play Battlefield Heroes and go on Skype with John. And that is what I did, for a few hours.
Comments await my replies no longer, with just the 1 today (what? I'm trying to get some variety here!):
*Ebony: It did indeed feel like the end of term; I loved it. And you did not kick my ass, it was a one point difference. 6/6 to 5/6 is not a slaughter, it is a close match.
And that was my day. My titling, I think, has improved with the realisation that it really doesn't matter that much. I will also catch up on this late post streak for my 200th post: won't do to do it late.
Expect AFL to be featured heavily in the upcoming weeks,
AB
I got up around 8, and it was rush-rush to get to EJ's ground. But in the short amount of time I was at home, I found my blue pencilcase, idling away in an unopened drawer. Don't know why I put it in there, but there it was. Problem solved! Anyway. Back to footy. EJ's team, having won every single game this year, was first (well, I sure hope so), and so they got the benefit of being at home. So when we got there, the carpark was packed. Well, a lot of our teams made the finals (about time), and we have one of the best grounds in the comp (no exaggeration here; it's true), so a heap of people came. I brought my New Scientist and 'The Count of Monte Cristo,' but I didn't get to read them that much in the beginning, as I was talking to Ngaire (pronounced Nie-ree), a friend of mine who used to play in my team, but now umpires, and who is notable for having the worst string of luck when it comes to injuries out of everybody I know. She couldn't umpire today, as she was on crutches after she tore a ligament, I think. So I talked to her for a while, and I then went around helping out with odd jobs, like moving goalposts and selling raffle tickets (doing much better than last Saturday). I then went to watch EJ's game.
It was against second on the ladder, Campbelltown-Wollondilly (I'll just call them Campbelltown; it's much easier), and my brother's team was ready. The game started off with a Campbelltown point, and the ball then started going the Tigers' way. However, both backlines were fierce, and balls touched on the line were not just commonplace; they were the norm. By the end of the first quarter, it was 2.5, 17 to 0.1, 1. (And this is, I think, the actual scores. But don't quote me.) I was doing the scoreboard, as they had official umpires doing the boundary. And nobody else was doing it. The second quarter was an intense one, but incredibly inaccurate, with 2 behinds to 4 kicked. Half time gave us 2.7, 19 to 0.5, 5, and it looked like both teams would have to work to win it. And the third quarter payed off, for both sides. More goals were kicked in this quarter than the first half of the game, and both sides nearly doubled their scores. The teams went into the last break with the Tigers at 4.11, 35 and Campbelltown at 1.6, 12. The last quarter was more intense than the last, with a mighty battle raging. But the Tigers prevailed, with the final score reading 6.12, 42 to 2.11, 23. EJ's team will make their Grand Final, while Campbelltown will play for their spot next week.
So after the game, I went to read my book and listen to my iPod, which I promptly did until about 4 in the afternoon. Then, after a quick detour to the shops, we went home, where we watched the Blues-Demons game from a tape. And Carlton kicked ass, winning by 57 points, and with Fevola getting 7 goals, practically assuring him the Coleman Medal. We also watched a slight amount of the Tigers-Hawks game, before I went into my room to play Battlefield Heroes and go on Skype with John. And that is what I did, for a few hours.
Comments await my replies no longer, with just the 1 today (what? I'm trying to get some variety here!):
*Ebony: It did indeed feel like the end of term; I loved it. And you did not kick my ass, it was a one point difference. 6/6 to 5/6 is not a slaughter, it is a close match.
And that was my day. My titling, I think, has improved with the realisation that it really doesn't matter that much. I will also catch up on this late post streak for my 200th post: won't do to do it late.
Expect AFL to be featured heavily in the upcoming weeks,
AB
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thank God It's A Closed Weekend
And it is! There hasn't been one for a while. And it was a pretty good day, apart from a loss of a few things (loss can be taken numerous ways, try and spot them all!). All this to be explained, right now. Oh, and by the way, prepare soon for the 200th post celebrations, which, assuming a post a day (which is pretty much assured), should be on Thursday, the 27th of August. Expect celebrations.
Before school, I went to pack my bag; and noticed something missing. I have two pencilcases, OK: my black one that has stuff like my calculator and ruler in it, and my small blue one with pens, pencils, rubbers, sharpeners... You get the picture. And I went to pack my bag and noticed the blue pencilcase missing. A quick dismantling of my bag quickly showed that it wasn't in there, and another check showed it wasn't under my bed, behind it, or indeed anywhere I looked. I simply could not find my blue pencilcase. So I got to school with my only writing implement being a blue pen I found. Period 1 was Ag, in which we combined with Ian and Shafi's class because there was enough in both classes for one class, and there was only one teacher for the two classes. We watched this video which was filmed in Wales, and was seemingly not translated out of Welsh. Or at least, none of us could understand what they were saying. So I played cards with Ebony for a while. Period 2 was Geography, in which we watched a video on migration.
Recess was 13, with my new cards, although my old deck remains in my bag as a tribute. And my new cards have a problem: there is no personality in them. You can't differentiate any of the 3s from any other cards, and all the cards have their corners. You can't get annoyed because Victor got the 3 of spades, or Andy got the 2 of hearts. It takes a bit of the fun out of it. Period 3 was Maths, in which we talked about tables for the formal. We had a sub. Period 4 was Science, in which we had a competition. We (Hewie, Alan, Tan and I) got a golf ball, a wooden ramp, and a metre ruler (perpendicular to the table edge), and the challenge was to make it so that Robson could place the coin at any point on the ruler between 10 cm and 70 cm from the table, and we could hit it. We spent most of the period setting it up and testing out variables. In the end, we got 5 hits out of 6 goes, and we thought we had it won. But, of course, Ebony's group had to go and get it spot on, with 6 out of 6. Naturally.
Lunch was more 13. Period 5 was Commerce, in which we finished watching that thing on advertising from yesterday. I also tried to build a house of cards, for no real reason other than that I was bored. It didn't work. Period 6 was English, in which we had Faulds as a sub. He had work to do, so he let us do pretty much anything, as long as we didn't scream. So Barahona, Tan, Alan, Hewie and I played 13 for the whole period. It was fun. I was then picked up by Dad, and then we went to go pick up EJ. So for the rest of the night, I watched the footy (the Dogs beat the Cats, making it almost impossible for Carlton to make the four), and played some Battlefield Heroes. I also blogged in time; but for Thursday. Ah well.
Let the comment replies begin, with a single one:
*Ebony: Yes, you are appreciated, for your card-bringing abilities. And I think leaving Shane and Oscar in the bushes with a video camera was, if not harmless... Mostly Harmless (Cue the sound of every single Douglas Adams fan reading this laughing at my nerdy pun.).
And that was my day. Expect a possibly longer post tomorrow (well, longer than usual for a Saturday), and I would like to repeat about those 200th post celebrations coming up on Thursday. Don't miss it!
Better title, I suppose,
AB
Before school, I went to pack my bag; and noticed something missing. I have two pencilcases, OK: my black one that has stuff like my calculator and ruler in it, and my small blue one with pens, pencils, rubbers, sharpeners... You get the picture. And I went to pack my bag and noticed the blue pencilcase missing. A quick dismantling of my bag quickly showed that it wasn't in there, and another check showed it wasn't under my bed, behind it, or indeed anywhere I looked. I simply could not find my blue pencilcase. So I got to school with my only writing implement being a blue pen I found. Period 1 was Ag, in which we combined with Ian and Shafi's class because there was enough in both classes for one class, and there was only one teacher for the two classes. We watched this video which was filmed in Wales, and was seemingly not translated out of Welsh. Or at least, none of us could understand what they were saying. So I played cards with Ebony for a while. Period 2 was Geography, in which we watched a video on migration.
Recess was 13, with my new cards, although my old deck remains in my bag as a tribute. And my new cards have a problem: there is no personality in them. You can't differentiate any of the 3s from any other cards, and all the cards have their corners. You can't get annoyed because Victor got the 3 of spades, or Andy got the 2 of hearts. It takes a bit of the fun out of it. Period 3 was Maths, in which we talked about tables for the formal. We had a sub. Period 4 was Science, in which we had a competition. We (Hewie, Alan, Tan and I) got a golf ball, a wooden ramp, and a metre ruler (perpendicular to the table edge), and the challenge was to make it so that Robson could place the coin at any point on the ruler between 10 cm and 70 cm from the table, and we could hit it. We spent most of the period setting it up and testing out variables. In the end, we got 5 hits out of 6 goes, and we thought we had it won. But, of course, Ebony's group had to go and get it spot on, with 6 out of 6. Naturally.
Lunch was more 13. Period 5 was Commerce, in which we finished watching that thing on advertising from yesterday. I also tried to build a house of cards, for no real reason other than that I was bored. It didn't work. Period 6 was English, in which we had Faulds as a sub. He had work to do, so he let us do pretty much anything, as long as we didn't scream. So Barahona, Tan, Alan, Hewie and I played 13 for the whole period. It was fun. I was then picked up by Dad, and then we went to go pick up EJ. So for the rest of the night, I watched the footy (the Dogs beat the Cats, making it almost impossible for Carlton to make the four), and played some Battlefield Heroes. I also blogged in time; but for Thursday. Ah well.
Let the comment replies begin, with a single one:
*Ebony: Yes, you are appreciated, for your card-bringing abilities. And I think leaving Shane and Oscar in the bushes with a video camera was, if not harmless... Mostly Harmless (Cue the sound of every single Douglas Adams fan reading this laughing at my nerdy pun.).
And that was my day. Expect a possibly longer post tomorrow (well, longer than usual for a Saturday), and I would like to repeat about those 200th post celebrations coming up on Thursday. Don't miss it!
Better title, I suppose,
AB
Sunday, August 16, 2009
On the Battlefield
The title originates from a mishearing of that Jordin Sparks song, 'Battlefield,' which sadly has nothing I could quote for a title, although there is a lot of stuff that could really relate to Battlefield Heroes (examples: 'raise that flag,' an obvious one; and 'I'm not here without a shield,' which is the Gunner's Code.). Because that's what today was for me. A whole heap of going out and shooting up the place. I'll also do a list, for the first time in almost a month.
I woke up at 9 (I know. I don't usually do that.), and I took a while really waking up, as I do. I finally got to do stuff at about 10 (hey, the weekend ain't for rushing. Well, if you've got an assignment, that's different. But I didn't have one, so I didn't rush.), which ended up being blogging about Saturday while watching EJ play PS3. I ended up finishing the post at around 1, which is early for a weekend, but later than usual. If that makes sense. Meanwhile, my brother was continuously pestering me to play Battlefield Heroes, who is a sort of backseat driver for the game. He can't get an account to play, because he's too young, so he tries to get me to play. So I ended up playing for around 4 or 5 hours, improving my k/d ratio and getting myself to Level 11. Sweet. It is really fun being a Gunner, and I'm getting better on a whole heap of things.
I was also periodically checking up the footy scores (I had to do a new paragraph because this one goes on for a bit), and guess what? Apart from the fact that the Demons demolished the Dockers (try saying that five times fast), something more important happened: Carlton beat Port Adelaide. Never mind the fact that it was at AAMI, or that Fevola is now the top goalkicker, or that they won by 9 goals, and so on; it also means that the Blues are a certainty to make the finals. They will play in the finals for the first time since 2001, since I can remember. Call me crazy, but I think they're in with a chance. They won't win the premiership, of course, I know that, but I mean to go further than you might think; they've beaten or at least come close to almost every team in the eight, barring themselves (I think. Could be wrong.). You just watch, too. And over the coming years, they will be kicking ass and taking names. That's what I think, anyway. So after that, I had dinner, and I then went to watch some 'Seinfeld.' I also went in to watch the end if the Saints-Bombers game, and the Bombers won. How the mighty have fallen, with Essendom proving that the undefeatable Saints are not so undefeatable after all. I'm not sure if it's a good result for the Blues or not, but it certainly makes for a very interesting season end. And after the game, I stayed in to watch some of the replay of the Blues game, and then I went to blog. And here I am.
To the list now, with this one being the top 5 most played songs on my iPod, from 5 to 1, and exactly why I like them.
*5: 'End of the World' by Great Big Sea: This is a really good song, of course, because the lyrics are so fast, and the song is so catchy. I love it, and I want to learn all the words so that I can sing along. I can't yet, though.
*4: 'Any Means Necessary' by Hammerfall: With thanks to Victor for introducing me to this song. I mean, it is just so bloody hardcore. I love songs with a good beat, and this one is the epitome of that. It's not everyone's cup of tea, but it makes it to number 4.
*3: 'The Final Countdown' by Europe: The guitar in this song is just epic. I'm not even sure if it is the guitar (I'm pretty sure it is), but whatever instrument is playing at the start of this song, it is awesome.
*2: 'Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)' by The Offspring: OK, this one is sort of weird, because I used to sing this all the time as a kid. I mean, a really young kid. And it's on my iPod, and it is so much fun. It reminds me of me, sort of. It's a great song, but it's just edged out by Number 1.
*1: 'The Elements' by Tom Lehrer: Ah, what else? The nerdiest of all songs, the greatest of all Tom Lehrer songs, and the brilliant science song. I can sing along to this whole song, and it truly earns its place as Number 1. I simply love it.
And that was my day. Sorry about the whole thing where I just went on about AFL, but... why am I apologising? My blog. Eh, just skip over it if you don't like it; I, at least, wanted to say it. Also, listen to every song in my list; they're all worth it.
5 brilliant songs await your listening,
AB
I woke up at 9 (I know. I don't usually do that.), and I took a while really waking up, as I do. I finally got to do stuff at about 10 (hey, the weekend ain't for rushing. Well, if you've got an assignment, that's different. But I didn't have one, so I didn't rush.), which ended up being blogging about Saturday while watching EJ play PS3. I ended up finishing the post at around 1, which is early for a weekend, but later than usual. If that makes sense. Meanwhile, my brother was continuously pestering me to play Battlefield Heroes, who is a sort of backseat driver for the game. He can't get an account to play, because he's too young, so he tries to get me to play. So I ended up playing for around 4 or 5 hours, improving my k/d ratio and getting myself to Level 11. Sweet. It is really fun being a Gunner, and I'm getting better on a whole heap of things.
I was also periodically checking up the footy scores (I had to do a new paragraph because this one goes on for a bit), and guess what? Apart from the fact that the Demons demolished the Dockers (try saying that five times fast), something more important happened: Carlton beat Port Adelaide. Never mind the fact that it was at AAMI, or that Fevola is now the top goalkicker, or that they won by 9 goals, and so on; it also means that the Blues are a certainty to make the finals. They will play in the finals for the first time since 2001, since I can remember. Call me crazy, but I think they're in with a chance. They won't win the premiership, of course, I know that, but I mean to go further than you might think; they've beaten or at least come close to almost every team in the eight, barring themselves (I think. Could be wrong.). You just watch, too. And over the coming years, they will be kicking ass and taking names. That's what I think, anyway. So after that, I had dinner, and I then went to watch some 'Seinfeld.' I also went in to watch the end if the Saints-Bombers game, and the Bombers won. How the mighty have fallen, with Essendom proving that the undefeatable Saints are not so undefeatable after all. I'm not sure if it's a good result for the Blues or not, but it certainly makes for a very interesting season end. And after the game, I stayed in to watch some of the replay of the Blues game, and then I went to blog. And here I am.
To the list now, with this one being the top 5 most played songs on my iPod, from 5 to 1, and exactly why I like them.
*5: 'End of the World' by Great Big Sea: This is a really good song, of course, because the lyrics are so fast, and the song is so catchy. I love it, and I want to learn all the words so that I can sing along. I can't yet, though.
*4: 'Any Means Necessary' by Hammerfall: With thanks to Victor for introducing me to this song. I mean, it is just so bloody hardcore. I love songs with a good beat, and this one is the epitome of that. It's not everyone's cup of tea, but it makes it to number 4.
*3: 'The Final Countdown' by Europe: The guitar in this song is just epic. I'm not even sure if it is the guitar (I'm pretty sure it is), but whatever instrument is playing at the start of this song, it is awesome.
*2: 'Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)' by The Offspring: OK, this one is sort of weird, because I used to sing this all the time as a kid. I mean, a really young kid. And it's on my iPod, and it is so much fun. It reminds me of me, sort of. It's a great song, but it's just edged out by Number 1.
*1: 'The Elements' by Tom Lehrer: Ah, what else? The nerdiest of all songs, the greatest of all Tom Lehrer songs, and the brilliant science song. I can sing along to this whole song, and it truly earns its place as Number 1. I simply love it.
And that was my day. Sorry about the whole thing where I just went on about AFL, but... why am I apologising? My blog. Eh, just skip over it if you don't like it; I, at least, wanted to say it. Also, listen to every song in my list; they're all worth it.
5 brilliant songs await your listening,
AB
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Gone Clubbing
Because I went to EJ's footy club for his game and I went to a club for my great-grandmother's ninetieth. Ta-da! Titling is not that easy, OK? Although this one is one of the better ones of late. Anyway. Also a late post, but not as late as it could have been. But, yeah, still late. It is the weekend, after all.
I got up at around 8:30, and we had to rush around to get ready for footy. We got to the ground at about 9:30, and I read my New Scientist magazine for a bit. I also ended up going around selling Tigers newsletters for 50c each. Shaylee talked me into it, somehow. I sold 3 copies, and got a dollar donation. $2.50 for about 20 minutes work. $2 if you factor in how I got a lollipop for doing it. Yeah. Then, Nanny, Poppa and Aunty Fay came over, and I talked to them for a bit. EJ's game started at around 11 (I think). It was a pretty intense game, and I had to run like there was no tomorrow. At one point, courtesy of Billy, I had to run from one end of the ground to the other. Which was extremely tiring. EJ's team ended up winning by 30 or 40 points, and on his 151st game. That means he broke the club record. The only thing I have in footy now that he doesn't is a Best & Fairest (I got one when I was comparatively good. EJ keeps getting seconds and thirds. I only got anything on that year.). After the game, we (Nanny, Mum, Aunty Fay and I) rushed back home to get ready to go to a birthday.
It was my great-grandmother's, or Big Nan's, nineteth birthday, and we went up to Canley Heights Club (please note: I could be entirely wrong. I forget the actual name of the club.) for the celebration. We met up with Dad and EJ there, who had come directly from footy. I, fortunately, had brought my iPod and book, as it was mostly adults and kids under 12 there. So for most of the day, I read, and when I finished it, I took out my iPod. I also ate a lot, as I would. The whole thing went for about 2 and half hours. On the car ride back, Dad, EJ and I sang alogn to 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life,' as we attached my iPod to the speakers. And so for the rest of the night, I played Battlefield Heroes, as well as trying to get MSN to work, as it was, and is, stuffing up on me. Ah well. That happens. I just wish it didn't.
And that was my day. Sorry about the shorter post, but there wasn't much to blog about. And there's no comments. But hey, that happens. I might also do a list for Sunday's post, if I'm not playing Battlefield Heroes, that is! Ah, it's a fun game. Not for everyone of course, but a lot of people might like it. Anyway.
My titles will hopefully improve,
AB
I got up at around 8:30, and we had to rush around to get ready for footy. We got to the ground at about 9:30, and I read my New Scientist magazine for a bit. I also ended up going around selling Tigers newsletters for 50c each. Shaylee talked me into it, somehow. I sold 3 copies, and got a dollar donation. $2.50 for about 20 minutes work. $2 if you factor in how I got a lollipop for doing it. Yeah. Then, Nanny, Poppa and Aunty Fay came over, and I talked to them for a bit. EJ's game started at around 11 (I think). It was a pretty intense game, and I had to run like there was no tomorrow. At one point, courtesy of Billy, I had to run from one end of the ground to the other. Which was extremely tiring. EJ's team ended up winning by 30 or 40 points, and on his 151st game. That means he broke the club record. The only thing I have in footy now that he doesn't is a Best & Fairest (I got one when I was comparatively good. EJ keeps getting seconds and thirds. I only got anything on that year.). After the game, we (Nanny, Mum, Aunty Fay and I) rushed back home to get ready to go to a birthday.
It was my great-grandmother's, or Big Nan's, nineteth birthday, and we went up to Canley Heights Club (please note: I could be entirely wrong. I forget the actual name of the club.) for the celebration. We met up with Dad and EJ there, who had come directly from footy. I, fortunately, had brought my iPod and book, as it was mostly adults and kids under 12 there. So for most of the day, I read, and when I finished it, I took out my iPod. I also ate a lot, as I would. The whole thing went for about 2 and half hours. On the car ride back, Dad, EJ and I sang alogn to 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life,' as we attached my iPod to the speakers. And so for the rest of the night, I played Battlefield Heroes, as well as trying to get MSN to work, as it was, and is, stuffing up on me. Ah well. That happens. I just wish it didn't.
And that was my day. Sorry about the shorter post, but there wasn't much to blog about. And there's no comments. But hey, that happens. I might also do a list for Sunday's post, if I'm not playing Battlefield Heroes, that is! Ah, it's a fun game. Not for everyone of course, but a lot of people might like it. Anyway.
My titles will hopefully improve,
AB
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Shooting, Sport and Superheroes
This is the third time in a week I've used alliteration with 'S' for titles. And I was going so well too. These goddamn titles. Ah well. Shooting refers to Battlefield Heroes (this should be obvious; I used this on Monday), sport refers to AFL (also obvious; I use this all the friggin time) and superheroes refers to the movie our family watched today, Watchmen (not obvious at all). Anyway. To my day.
I woke up at around 7:30, and we left for the footy around 9. I read and talked for a bit, and I then went to boundary umpire EJ's game. I was at the far end, and the wind was blowing in my direction. However, for some reason, the ball almost never went out. So I was stuck jogging backwards and forwards on the boundary, just waiting. In the actual game itself, Southwest, or EJ's team, (first) played Campbelltown (second). They essentially won the game in the first quarter, kicking 4 goals to none. They won by about 30 in the end, but their inaccuracy cost them. Well, maybe it wasn't inaccuracy so much as unluckiness. One score in particular springs to mine, after the ball touched the post while over the line, and was called a point. In brighter news, Mitchell, kicked 2 goals with his non-preferred foot, and Ben (Lachy's cousin) marked a long ball from a kick-out from the goalsquare after a point, and promptly sent the ball straight back where it came, only this time getting a goal. It was pretty spectacular for his age bracket.
After the game, we went home, and I went straight to blogging and doing my assignment. My Ag thing is coming along nicely, and hopefully I'll get it done soon. At around about 4, Dad and I sat down in the lounge-room to watch the Saints-Hawks game, which promised to be a close game, with 7 of the Saints players out. St Kilda, however, won every quarter convincingly, ending up winning by 25 points. I would have preferred to watch the Dogs-Eagles game, with the benefit of hindsight, but ah well. While watching the actual game, I decided to play some Battlefield Heroes, as I, well, wanted to. My laptop. I'm getting better with my gunner, with my average score improving. My kill-death ratio sucks (I'm at about 1:2 for my gunner. And he's the best one.), but still. I play because it's fun. After the game, I went to blog, and after dinner and such, we all had a family movie night (that's what they're called. Not too creative, but who cares. The movie was 'Watchmen,' and I'm not exaggerating by saying it was bloody awesome. I do not recommend it to anybody who has weak stomachs. Or has an objection to sex scenes. It's MA15+. Graphic violence and nudity ensues. Also epic detective who kills everything while his mask changes for some reason and blue, glowing Jesus (there may be some exaggeration here. But not much.). So after the movie, I surfed the net, and looked up the movie.
To comments now, because I actually have them. This is cause for celebration, people: My first comment in something like a week.
*Karen: I entirely agree; my periodic table shirt is to be loved. I have no idea how people couldn't like it. It's brilliant! Also, yes, Kolodziej was being an ass and a half. He just went haywire. It was strange. He doesn't often explode put of nowhere. Usually you see it coming.
And that was my day. Sorry about the late post extraordinaire, many things happened, such as the movie, and well, you'll see next post. Thank you, Karen, for the comment, thank you parents for the movie rental, and so long, and thanks for all the fish.
I hate posts when they get this late,
AB
I woke up at around 7:30, and we left for the footy around 9. I read and talked for a bit, and I then went to boundary umpire EJ's game. I was at the far end, and the wind was blowing in my direction. However, for some reason, the ball almost never went out. So I was stuck jogging backwards and forwards on the boundary, just waiting. In the actual game itself, Southwest, or EJ's team, (first) played Campbelltown (second). They essentially won the game in the first quarter, kicking 4 goals to none. They won by about 30 in the end, but their inaccuracy cost them. Well, maybe it wasn't inaccuracy so much as unluckiness. One score in particular springs to mine, after the ball touched the post while over the line, and was called a point. In brighter news, Mitchell, kicked 2 goals with his non-preferred foot, and Ben (Lachy's cousin) marked a long ball from a kick-out from the goalsquare after a point, and promptly sent the ball straight back where it came, only this time getting a goal. It was pretty spectacular for his age bracket.
After the game, we went home, and I went straight to blogging and doing my assignment. My Ag thing is coming along nicely, and hopefully I'll get it done soon. At around about 4, Dad and I sat down in the lounge-room to watch the Saints-Hawks game, which promised to be a close game, with 7 of the Saints players out. St Kilda, however, won every quarter convincingly, ending up winning by 25 points. I would have preferred to watch the Dogs-Eagles game, with the benefit of hindsight, but ah well. While watching the actual game, I decided to play some Battlefield Heroes, as I, well, wanted to. My laptop. I'm getting better with my gunner, with my average score improving. My kill-death ratio sucks (I'm at about 1:2 for my gunner. And he's the best one.), but still. I play because it's fun. After the game, I went to blog, and after dinner and such, we all had a family movie night (that's what they're called. Not too creative, but who cares. The movie was 'Watchmen,' and I'm not exaggerating by saying it was bloody awesome. I do not recommend it to anybody who has weak stomachs. Or has an objection to sex scenes. It's MA15+. Graphic violence and nudity ensues. Also epic detective who kills everything while his mask changes for some reason and blue, glowing Jesus (there may be some exaggeration here. But not much.). So after the movie, I surfed the net, and looked up the movie.
To comments now, because I actually have them. This is cause for celebration, people: My first comment in something like a week.
*Karen: I entirely agree; my periodic table shirt is to be loved. I have no idea how people couldn't like it. It's brilliant! Also, yes, Kolodziej was being an ass and a half. He just went haywire. It was strange. He doesn't often explode put of nowhere. Usually you see it coming.
And that was my day. Sorry about the late post extraordinaire, many things happened, such as the movie, and well, you'll see next post. Thank you, Karen, for the comment, thank you parents for the movie rental, and so long, and thanks for all the fish.
I hate posts when they get this late,
AB
Friday, August 7, 2009
A Glorious Friday
And I'm not just saying that because it was Friday (although that is a large contributor). I'm saying that because it was just a great day. No ifs, ands or buts about it. There was mufti, no assembly, an utter bludge in Period 4... well, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start from the top, shall we?
It was Jeans for Genes today at our school, and I leapt at the opportunity to wear that great shirt: The Periodic Table shirt. Sure, it's short sleeve, but I wore a jacket. Being cold shall not get in the way of science! Period 1 was Geography, in which we did some work from the textbook, and paid for the mufti day. I swear, mufti days have got to be one of the easiest ways for schools to raise money: they're not selling anything, but they're still making money. Period 2 was Science, in which I showed Robson my shirt, and the reaction is about what you'd expect (he actually clapped). What we did for actual work was summing up what we'd done over the past few weeks.
There was no assembly for some reason today, but I'm not complaining. I ended up playing 13 for 45 minutes, and paying for the walkathon I did a while back. Period 3 was Ag, in which I caught up on work I missed from the Chemistry comp. Although it turns out that people didn't do much work at all when I was gone, so I didn't miss much. I also got told fantastic news: The Ag assignment has been postponed to Thursday. This is great, as it means that I don't have to be so rush-rush on the weekends. I'll still try to get it done by Monday, of course, if only so I can get it done with. But still. It's very good. Period 4 was PE, or at least it would have been if Wilson had ever shown up. But he didn't, so all I really did was read and listen to my iPod. An absolute bludge, really.
Lunch was more 13, although the first half was spent traipsing around the school, looking for my cards. I found them in my bag. Yeah. Period 5 was Maths, in which we did some more revision. I also got an invitation to the Australian Intermediate Mathematics Olympiad, which is a 4 hour test with 10 questions. A four-hour test. With 10 questions. Yes, they are mindbogglingly difficult. I spent about half the period just working on one of them. I eventually figured it out, but it involved a lot of dead ends. Period 6 was Drama, in which we did some work on advertising. Usually, a period like that would be forgettable, but not this one. At one point, the class was talking, and Kolodziej cracked it at Jayson, Shane and Kale. I don't think he exploded at them for any reason in particular, he just did. He told them to split up, and Shane ended up sitting with Cameron and me, and Jayson by himself. But that wasn't. Jayson, being incredibly determined, started arguing with Kolodziej, and, to top it off, dared Kolodziej to send him out of the class. Kolodziej called his bluff, and so Jayson walked out. Just left. He came back with 10 minutes left, after he allegedly tried to get a head teacher (I don't know who), who ended up not being there.
After school, we did some chores, and we also went out to Club Italia with Shay and her family for dinner. I think it was my first actual formal dinner, and it was hard. Mainly because the menu was in Italian. I ordered the risotto, though after I tasted the gnocchi in cheese sauce, I probably should have had that. It was delicious. Incredibly so. There were many Scenes from an Italian Restaurant today (you see, that was a joke. Laugh.), and we got home around 7:45. I was watching the Blues-Cats game and playing Battlefield Heroes by 8. Both things turned out very well: Carlton took Geelong down by 35 points, and I ended up making it to Level 8, almost Level 9. Soon my Gunner (SuicideBait) will overtake my Commando (RigelK), and I will enjoy that very much. I didn't get to blog, though, so here I am.
And that was my day, my very very good day. And if you disagree that it was not, in fact, a good day, I suggest you a) look back on all that I've said; and b) stop telling me how to live my life and how I feel about it. Curse you, hypothetical situation guy! Anyway. Sorry about the later post. At least it isn't rushed.
Today was t3h awesome,
AB
It was Jeans for Genes today at our school, and I leapt at the opportunity to wear that great shirt: The Periodic Table shirt. Sure, it's short sleeve, but I wore a jacket. Being cold shall not get in the way of science! Period 1 was Geography, in which we did some work from the textbook, and paid for the mufti day. I swear, mufti days have got to be one of the easiest ways for schools to raise money: they're not selling anything, but they're still making money. Period 2 was Science, in which I showed Robson my shirt, and the reaction is about what you'd expect (he actually clapped). What we did for actual work was summing up what we'd done over the past few weeks.
There was no assembly for some reason today, but I'm not complaining. I ended up playing 13 for 45 minutes, and paying for the walkathon I did a while back. Period 3 was Ag, in which I caught up on work I missed from the Chemistry comp. Although it turns out that people didn't do much work at all when I was gone, so I didn't miss much. I also got told fantastic news: The Ag assignment has been postponed to Thursday. This is great, as it means that I don't have to be so rush-rush on the weekends. I'll still try to get it done by Monday, of course, if only so I can get it done with. But still. It's very good. Period 4 was PE, or at least it would have been if Wilson had ever shown up. But he didn't, so all I really did was read and listen to my iPod. An absolute bludge, really.
Lunch was more 13, although the first half was spent traipsing around the school, looking for my cards. I found them in my bag. Yeah. Period 5 was Maths, in which we did some more revision. I also got an invitation to the Australian Intermediate Mathematics Olympiad, which is a 4 hour test with 10 questions. A four-hour test. With 10 questions. Yes, they are mindbogglingly difficult. I spent about half the period just working on one of them. I eventually figured it out, but it involved a lot of dead ends. Period 6 was Drama, in which we did some work on advertising. Usually, a period like that would be forgettable, but not this one. At one point, the class was talking, and Kolodziej cracked it at Jayson, Shane and Kale. I don't think he exploded at them for any reason in particular, he just did. He told them to split up, and Shane ended up sitting with Cameron and me, and Jayson by himself. But that wasn't. Jayson, being incredibly determined, started arguing with Kolodziej, and, to top it off, dared Kolodziej to send him out of the class. Kolodziej called his bluff, and so Jayson walked out. Just left. He came back with 10 minutes left, after he allegedly tried to get a head teacher (I don't know who), who ended up not being there.
After school, we did some chores, and we also went out to Club Italia with Shay and her family for dinner. I think it was my first actual formal dinner, and it was hard. Mainly because the menu was in Italian. I ordered the risotto, though after I tasted the gnocchi in cheese sauce, I probably should have had that. It was delicious. Incredibly so. There were many Scenes from an Italian Restaurant today (you see, that was a joke. Laugh.), and we got home around 7:45. I was watching the Blues-Cats game and playing Battlefield Heroes by 8. Both things turned out very well: Carlton took Geelong down by 35 points, and I ended up making it to Level 8, almost Level 9. Soon my Gunner (SuicideBait) will overtake my Commando (RigelK), and I will enjoy that very much. I didn't get to blog, though, so here I am.
And that was my day, my very very good day. And if you disagree that it was not, in fact, a good day, I suggest you a) look back on all that I've said; and b) stop telling me how to live my life and how I feel about it. Curse you, hypothetical situation guy! Anyway. Sorry about the later post. At least it isn't rushed.
Today was t3h awesome,
AB
Saturday, August 1, 2009
AFL, British Comedy
Or, ABC (see that's clever. Sorta. Maybe not funny though. Also uncreative. Ah well.). The AFL is self-explanatory (it's Saturday), but the British Comedy takes some explaining. I'll get to that. And yes, it's a late post, blame post procrastination. And society.
I woke up around 8, and until we left for my brother's footy game, we watched more 'Seinfeld.' Very funny episodes ensued. We'll watch more later. We left at about 9:30, and on the way there I read my New Scientist magazine. At around 10, the game started, and it ended up that the wind was facing my direction, which meant more throw-ins for me. A lot more throw-ins. I counted at least 5 in the first quarter, and I lost track soon after. The actual game ended up in EJ's team kicking ass, by about 60 points by the end. They started really taking control in the last quarter. Nathan (I think that's his name) also got hurt, but I'm not sure how badly: He was on the mark as one of the opposition was kicking, and the guy miskicked. Directly into Nathan's head. The power was unchanged. In other words: ow. I couldn't do anything, as I was boundary running, but as soon as a goal was kicked, I rushed over to help. He didn't look too injured, but he very well could have been.
After the game, we all went to Macarthur Square, so that we could do some shopping. EJ picked up a Harry Potter game, and I found a Monty Python (The British comedy strikes) CD for $9 (It's $17 on iTunes. Hooray for bargains!). It's called Monty Python Sings, and it has several hilarious songs on it, including 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life,' 'The Lumberjack Song' and 'Bruces' Philosophers Song.' All songs that I highly recommend from the CD, to name just 3. After we'd got that, I got a Boost Juice (which wasn't bad. Which is something I can't say about EJ's. It had melon it. Eurgh.). We got home around 2:30, and I promptly blogged and listened to all the songs. There are really good ones on there. Funny, catchy... Monty Python in a nutshell really. Once that was done, I talked on MSN, as well as watching a bit more of 'Seinfeld.' We also watched the end of the Swans-Saints game (I reckon the Saints were lucky to get away with a 1 point win). I went to bed around 10-ish.
And as there are no comments (again!), this'll be the last paragraph. Sorry about the late post and the very short post, not much happened today. Well, not much I could blog about in detail. Ah well, stuff happens, hey? Expect another short post on Sunday, even less happened. Although hopefully I'll be able to remember more details and make it a bit longer than it would be if I hadn't. I shall end with a quote, as I haven't done that in a while. A Monty Python quote, of course.
Half a bee, philosophically, must, ipso facto, half not be,
AB
I woke up around 8, and until we left for my brother's footy game, we watched more 'Seinfeld.' Very funny episodes ensued. We'll watch more later. We left at about 9:30, and on the way there I read my New Scientist magazine. At around 10, the game started, and it ended up that the wind was facing my direction, which meant more throw-ins for me. A lot more throw-ins. I counted at least 5 in the first quarter, and I lost track soon after. The actual game ended up in EJ's team kicking ass, by about 60 points by the end. They started really taking control in the last quarter. Nathan (I think that's his name) also got hurt, but I'm not sure how badly: He was on the mark as one of the opposition was kicking, and the guy miskicked. Directly into Nathan's head. The power was unchanged. In other words: ow. I couldn't do anything, as I was boundary running, but as soon as a goal was kicked, I rushed over to help. He didn't look too injured, but he very well could have been.
After the game, we all went to Macarthur Square, so that we could do some shopping. EJ picked up a Harry Potter game, and I found a Monty Python (The British comedy strikes) CD for $9 (It's $17 on iTunes. Hooray for bargains!). It's called Monty Python Sings, and it has several hilarious songs on it, including 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life,' 'The Lumberjack Song' and 'Bruces' Philosophers Song.' All songs that I highly recommend from the CD, to name just 3. After we'd got that, I got a Boost Juice (which wasn't bad. Which is something I can't say about EJ's. It had melon it. Eurgh.). We got home around 2:30, and I promptly blogged and listened to all the songs. There are really good ones on there. Funny, catchy... Monty Python in a nutshell really. Once that was done, I talked on MSN, as well as watching a bit more of 'Seinfeld.' We also watched the end of the Swans-Saints game (I reckon the Saints were lucky to get away with a 1 point win). I went to bed around 10-ish.
And as there are no comments (again!), this'll be the last paragraph. Sorry about the late post and the very short post, not much happened today. Well, not much I could blog about in detail. Ah well, stuff happens, hey? Expect another short post on Sunday, even less happened. Although hopefully I'll be able to remember more details and make it a bit longer than it would be if I hadn't. I shall end with a quote, as I haven't done that in a while. A Monty Python quote, of course.
Half a bee, philosophically, must, ipso facto, half not be,
AB
Friday, July 31, 2009
Ah, Fridays
I forgot how good they were. It's just so refreshing how you can be doing a week of work, and suddenly you're sitting back on your laptop watching the TV until past 10 at night. I missed them, and now they're back. Also, title problems ensue. I'll get it eventually. Hopefully
Period 1 was Science, in which we watched more of the video about DNA, and answered more of the questions. A bit of a bludge, really. In the actual video, it turns out (well, not turns out, it happened over 50 years ago. But still. Bear with me here.) that Rosalind Franklin got no recognition for working out that DNA was a double helix using X-ray diffraction until 25 years after she did, and then died of cancer because of the X-rays. Sometimes life sucks, hey? Next was Computer Maths, in which we tried to hide in Room 10 again. I don't know how successful we were, though we definitely weren't as successful as last time. The actual period was just doing some work on Geometer's Sketchpad (and having it fail repeatedly) about working out geometrical proofs. It was then assembly, which was your standard 'we're only here because it's in the timetable.' Recess was 13.
Periods 3 and 4 were double Ag, which was going down to one of the paddocks so that people could ride tractors and ready the ground for potato planting. So that was more than a bit boring, or it would have been if I had not gotten into a conversation about coding (warning: these next sentences may contain nerdiness. Although, in my blog, what else do you expect?). It all started off with me getting a supposed uncrackable code from Matt. I quickly deduced it was monoalphabetic (and therefore fairly straight-forward to crack), and I started telling Ebony what that was (the most surprising thing is that she was interested). From that we got into polyalphabetic coding, and the Vigenere Square. So I explained that to her, and we got into an argument into if it can be made uncrackable with a shorter base password and a longer plaintext, by recoding the coded message using the password again, but in a different way (explaining it would take a long, long time). Ebony said it that it was uncrackable, I said it was just making the password longer (making it harder to crack, but not theoretically uncrackable). We ended up agreeing to disagree, and ended up just asking each other questions. Which was arguably more interesting.
Lunch was lining up to pay for one of those things like Cheap Thrills (*shudders*), and afterwards, more coding (yes, I know! No 13! For shame...). Period 5 was English, in which we talked about literary merit, as essentially nobody but the English staff knows what it means. It sort of makes sense, but people are still confused. As am I, to a degree. Period 6 was History, which was helping people out with the speech. Clarifying things for other people helps to clarify things for yourself as well, I've noticed. So after school, I did a bit of work on my assignment, and then around 7, I went in to watch the Blues-Roos game (lol, Blues-Roos). I also played Battlefield Heroes while doing it. I worked out more of my Gunner ability and strategy, and got up to Level 6. The actual footy game was a really close one: Carlton ended up winning by 10, although North Melbourne made it a real contest. I went to bed around 11.
And that was my day. Sorry about the later post, this type of thing happens on the weekends. I can procrastinate on weekends; it's my blog after all. I can do what I want, can't I? (Yes. the answer is yes.).
No comments again... Ah well,
AB
Period 1 was Science, in which we watched more of the video about DNA, and answered more of the questions. A bit of a bludge, really. In the actual video, it turns out (well, not turns out, it happened over 50 years ago. But still. Bear with me here.) that Rosalind Franklin got no recognition for working out that DNA was a double helix using X-ray diffraction until 25 years after she did, and then died of cancer because of the X-rays. Sometimes life sucks, hey? Next was Computer Maths, in which we tried to hide in Room 10 again. I don't know how successful we were, though we definitely weren't as successful as last time. The actual period was just doing some work on Geometer's Sketchpad (and having it fail repeatedly) about working out geometrical proofs. It was then assembly, which was your standard 'we're only here because it's in the timetable.' Recess was 13.
Periods 3 and 4 were double Ag, which was going down to one of the paddocks so that people could ride tractors and ready the ground for potato planting. So that was more than a bit boring, or it would have been if I had not gotten into a conversation about coding (warning: these next sentences may contain nerdiness. Although, in my blog, what else do you expect?). It all started off with me getting a supposed uncrackable code from Matt. I quickly deduced it was monoalphabetic (and therefore fairly straight-forward to crack), and I started telling Ebony what that was (the most surprising thing is that she was interested). From that we got into polyalphabetic coding, and the Vigenere Square. So I explained that to her, and we got into an argument into if it can be made uncrackable with a shorter base password and a longer plaintext, by recoding the coded message using the password again, but in a different way (explaining it would take a long, long time). Ebony said it that it was uncrackable, I said it was just making the password longer (making it harder to crack, but not theoretically uncrackable). We ended up agreeing to disagree, and ended up just asking each other questions. Which was arguably more interesting.
Lunch was lining up to pay for one of those things like Cheap Thrills (*shudders*), and afterwards, more coding (yes, I know! No 13! For shame...). Period 5 was English, in which we talked about literary merit, as essentially nobody but the English staff knows what it means. It sort of makes sense, but people are still confused. As am I, to a degree. Period 6 was History, which was helping people out with the speech. Clarifying things for other people helps to clarify things for yourself as well, I've noticed. So after school, I did a bit of work on my assignment, and then around 7, I went in to watch the Blues-Roos game (lol, Blues-Roos). I also played Battlefield Heroes while doing it. I worked out more of my Gunner ability and strategy, and got up to Level 6. The actual footy game was a really close one: Carlton ended up winning by 10, although North Melbourne made it a real contest. I went to bed around 11.
And that was my day. Sorry about the later post, this type of thing happens on the weekends. I can procrastinate on weekends; it's my blog after all. I can do what I want, can't I? (Yes. the answer is yes.).
No comments again... Ah well,
AB
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