Rambles

So he’s overseas at the moment. Morocco to be exact. About to spend a night in the desert. It sounds like he’s having fun. After a few minutes of catching up this morning (he worries about the cost roaming is), he asks me how I am. I tell him a little about whats been going on and then he says:

“I’ve been thinking about you while I’ve been over here and I’ve decided it’s my mission this year to find you a girlfriend”

to which I start saying how he doesn’t have long which eventually leads to him realising what he’s said and say “Oh I mean next year”. “I know. I’m just being a smartarse”.

While this is a nice sentiment, it feels a little like when my mother tries to set me up. It’s always funny how she purposefully will mention that the girl has a “lovely boyfriend now” and then wonders why I smile.

I remember Tim showed me a picture of a girl once and asked me what I thought. I didn’t think much and he said “… cause she’s frickin’ hot” (maybe not his exact words) to which I responded “meh”. 11 years later he’s still with her… oops.
My point is that Tim and I have completely different tastes in women. The closest we ever came was when we were both infatuated with supermodels around puberty. He always liked Cindy Crawford where I was an Elle MacPherson fan (and I still am in all honesty) but then eventually our tastes changed… ok, his did and now I don’t think he knows who I would like to be with.

In all honesty I don’t think I do. Maybe that’s why people think I’m so fickle/picky where as I see it as the opposite with no discerning type whatsoever. I use to be a tall, brunette, with glasses fantasy man (ahhh Rhona Mitra in Boston Legal and Shooter… or Jill from Chuck… or Sarah from Chuck, wait, she’s a blonde… meh, who cares) and now I don’t really seem to care. I mean, there’s been a trend of hot redheads over the last wee while… 4 this year to be exact.

Again, as my blogs always go, I digress. I’m concentrating on getting out of debt. I almost want to look at once that happens, starting to pay my SLS back.

Insert Tui ad slogan here

I can’t remember who told me this but there is a correlation supposedly between sunshine and happiness. There is a huge increase in depression over winter periods and this has something to do with vitamin D and not getting enough.
When I first moved to Auckland, I started taking Centrum because it was apparent I wasn’t eating very well at first. I’m not sure if it did anything or if I started to “feel 100%” but this was an odd move seeing as I normally hate taking pills, let alone voluntarily taking them.

Behold the glory that is Casting Out Nines, the term and solution to my puzzle a couple of posts ago. I really do appreciate this. The psychological term for needing to do this is called Arithmomania and its kind of like not feeling well and not knowing what it is. Now that I do, I’m ok with it.

The week has been an interesting one with a Masonnic back for a few days for meetings and a slightly impromptu brunch. Have I told you how awesome it is to live with someone who cook, particularly one who knows how to make their own really good hollandaise? I’ve missed it.

I find interesting how americanised some things are getting for some NZers (52 sleeps before Christmas folks ).
Halloween is a perfect example of this. NZers when I was a child never really did this and now we have signs that you can print off the NZ Police website to advise if you’re a trick or treatable friendly house (apartment living ftmfw).
I’m really wanting to talk about costumes and dressing up for the sheer fun of it, not in a Comic con kind of way, although some of those ones are very cool.
I’ve been to two dress up parties this year which now brings my total to 4 ever – Lughnasadh and Pirate Party being the first two. I think it’s great to see what people come up with, particularly the different kinds of Pirates there were at the recent one this year. I got to wear a straitjacket… the seduction technique I was going to try had a couple of flaw, particularly the confidence to hug a hot stranger and your wingman agreeing to tie you arms together mid lurch.

Side Note: For anyone who wants to see what Fat Ethel 2 was actually like, you should clicky. I’m better off not knowing.

Ah relativity… quoted as one of the worst movies ever. If it’s worse than rollerblade 7, I will buy a hat and eat it, literally.

I guess the only thing I really have to dread in the immediate future is the result of this weekends NPC final. Living in a city which “hates” you and your team because you’re consistently awesome is a really fine balance between lol and facepalm.

I’m pretty sure the eyepatch didn’t fit for the pirate party…

2008 year in review:
“It shoots shirukans and lighting… it could only be more awesome if it had tits and was on fire”

Better post pending.

Any maths geeks who can explain this me?

I have several OCDs. They’re not life threatening or life impairing. Foibles really.

The first is I need things organised alphabetically by First word or Surname. So my DVDs are all organised in alphabetical order with the exception of “The …” which is second word… yet “A …” comes under A. Numbers go at the start and my CDs are organised in alphabetical by band name, artist, or title for various compilations.
I was trying to explain to my flatmate last night that I need this to happen otherwise I get peeved off. A few freinds joked a while ago that they would disorganise everything for me… until they realised that I wouldn’t hate them for it, they’d just have to wait for me to reorganise them back into order.
Something that does actually irk me is I bought a multipack. It has “The Bourne Identity”, “The Jackal”, “The Game”, “Assault on Precinct 13″, and “Spy Game”. This box set irks me because the only logical place for it is at the start of the collection and these are out of order. The other thing that irks me is I have the other two Bourne movies yet “The Bourne Identity” is not “completeing the set” so to speak. I almost bought it on DVD just to correct this.
There are some exceptions to this. For example, alphabetically it should go “Fellowship…”, “Return…”, and then “The Two…” but that makes no sense. Series have to be in chronological order. The most notable in my collection being “El Mariachi”, “Desperado”, “Once Upon A Time in Mexico” are all together under E. The Dark Knight is under B but comes after Batman Begins or the fact that Stars Wars goes IV, V, VI, I, II, III.
It’s like when you buy a box set DVD from the store and you open it up and the first disc isn’t disc 1. To make matters worse, disc 2 is not disc 2, and it’s only really disc 4 that is in it’s correct place. If this doesn’t annoy you then I envy you. I really do.

The other OCD I appear to have developed since living with my flatmate of female persuasion is I no longer have sugar in my tea. In fact, I find it disgusting now. Yet, I still have to stir it after applying the milk.

And now for the question for the maths geek.

When I went to bed ages ago, and I’m talking about 11 or so years, I noticed the time was 12:34. This made me giggle. I then noticed that 1+2+3+4 = 10… and then it started. I also noted that 1+23+4 = 28 = 2+8 = 10 and also 12+34 = 46 = 4 + 6 = 10. I then came across awful situations where I couldn’t sleep until I had seen the time was equal to 10 or 5. It’s core number so to speak. However, it would be 10:00 which must be one right? Well, no. 1+0+0+0 = 1. Yeah, 10 = 1+0 = 1 but as long as all the combination can stop at 10 and not 1, it became “valid”. So I had to wait another 4 minutes before I could go to sleep.

… but the thing for the maths geeks or anyone else with better google skillz than me is I’m wondering if there is a term for this?
Take a larger number for example, 1,346,879.

1+3+4+6+8+7+9 = 38 = 3+8 = 11 = 1+1 = 2
1+346+879 = 1226 = 12+26 = 38 = 8+3 = 11 = 1+1 = 2
13+46+87+9 = 155 = 1+5+5 = 11 = 1+1 = 2

Hopefully you get the idea. It works with any number.

So yeah, I have some OCDs but as I said, they don’t have a huge effect on my day to day living. Mostly my sleep patterns and seeing as I suffer from a mild case of insomnia ever since I left Christchurch (I thnk it’s got to do with anxiety, meh) I don’t think it’s going to make much difference if I mentally remove myself from this.

In more sane news, Stargate: Atlantis was well worth the dollars spent. Eventually I will get SG-1 after the overseas muppets sorted out the postal issues and then the plan from here is to get West Wing and Battlestar: Gallactica. I might even tempt myself with Lost eventually too.

Speaking of Lost, Fringe at the moment… holy crap. Dollhouse at the moment… holy crap (but it won’t survive).

Dear NZ,

Get good shows. I don’t want to see too Bride Wars or any of that other reality crap… unless it’s Hells Kitchen and America’s Next Top Model… and Survivor cause then the flatmate’s happy.

kkthanxbai

PS Yes, it is all about me.

No, I’m not starting a start with a end in ing theme for my blog… or am I? No.

This stuff article about a Teacher being investigated by the New Zealand Teachers Council amuses me for this quote

She was surprised at the controversy. “I didn’t think that anyone from New Zealand would see them,” she added.

No, you are probably right. Good thing its now published on arguably one of New Zealand’s most read news sites otherwise no one would’ve seen them, let alone the people who cared.

I wonder how many of my workmates know about this… “Hi” to you.

On the subject of busts, this gametrailers video about gamings biggest busts is not about animated breasts. Those gaming guys…. ooo, they are clever.

A word I used in a conversation with a friend which made me feel better. The conversation was much longer than just that word. I’ve also been looking at a few other pages and places and my fickleness is in full flight. I am ok and this isn’t based on one person but a whole bunch of people. My one certainty that has been continuous.

That and I had a conversation with myself as to why most heterosexual males enjoy lesbian porn. It’s actually quite simple and evolutionary.

More on that later… maybe.

You know without a release mechanism I wonder if I’m on the brink of a mental breakdown. While this may concern some people reading this, all 4 of you (that I know of), I think writing this means I won’t.

This… journal… use to be an area where I would go “BLEURGH” whether it be about an emotion, person, instance, encounter, thought, or distress. I believed it helped. I believed it stopped me from going nuts.

Or maybe I am just nuts. Maybe it’s part of my psychological make up that I am completely off my rocker.

So the question I find myself asking is simply this – Am I ok?
The honest answer is a resounding no. There is only one thing in my life at the moment I can with great certainty say I am completely confident about and it’s not work. Normally it is but right now it’s not. I can’t go into the details mostly because I firmly believe in the cartoon a few posts ago and considering what is happening, now is not the time to disclose stuff on the internets.

and to think every time I say “internets”, I think of this

You’ve got to admit, at least he was entertaining… the most key and essential trait from arguably the most powerful man on earth. Huh… Key… Mark!!!… sorry… too easy anyway…

Maybe that’s why the Daily Show lost its pizzazz for me… yeah, no it didn’t. I just don’t watch much non-DVD TV anymore.

Amazing how a just over a minute clip can suddenly lifts one’s spirits.

Look I’m fine. I just needed to vent without venting. God knows I don’t want anyone to become as paranoid as I am.

God knows…
Heaven knows…

Phrases I am normally not comfortable using but seems ok this time. More on that later… maybe. I am, after all, very non-committal.

Old
I’m currently in my lounge listening to Ten Summoner’s Tales by Sting. Where did he go wrong? I think it was when he allowed P. Diddy to do Roxanne and they thought it was cool. The Moulin Rouge version was better.

Masonic is here. It’s good. He’s here until the weekend and then there will be a gathering in “Christchurch of old” in a couple of weekends. We grabbed some peeps and went to Fidel’s for breakfast yesterday. It was nice… much nicer than I was lead to believe… before I was lead to believe it was good. You might even say it was book.

Moob was here. He did his little dance of glory. I have missed the dance of glory. For those of you not on facebook, this may not work but it’s glorious. It is not part of the dance that was not caught on camera. I think they call that voyeurism… although what is secret on the interwebs these days?

The third in the series will be called “Over Analyze This” starring Mark in the role of Robert De Niro in the role of Paul Vitti.

Borrowed & New
I borrowed my flatmates credit card and then gave him cash™ when I got home to buy Stargate SG-1, Seasons 1 – 10. Marathon baby. It’s actually just more nice to have something to do after work when everyone else is either a) at work still b) about to go to bed because they have work or c) computer games are boring.
Been watching The Mentalist… so very good. So is Fringe. So is House… too many good shows.

People don’t appear to like the new Muse album but I do, particularly the Queen Tribute. Yeah, it’s not Muse but it is… and come on, when you have Matthew Bellamy singing and playing the piano, particularly on Exogenesis: Symphony, Pt. 3: Redemption, do you really care?

Well if you didn’t like him, yeah, yeah you would…. yuh.
I’m beached as… want some plankton?

Blue
A friend of mine is part of Blue September. I wonder what this means for mo-vember.

It’s a shame the good version of “It’s Probably Me” is not on this album.

Long story short.

Xbox not HDMI vs PS3 HDMI.
Xbox too far away currently to get network connection vs PS3 same thing.
Xbox requires update to play DiVX disc vs PS3 recognises MPEG4.

PS3 Win.