international nut of pastry - I think this lines mostly filler.

I'm not sure why, but I saw a Commodore on my way to work today and it was ugly enough to inspire me to write a rant about it... And actually go to the effort to place it on his windshield.

Whilst this rant is specific to Sony, in reality it's more about the Australian video games in general.

For many years (possibly decades) Australia has had a weak dollar exchange rate with the US and as such, many gamers had grown accustomed to paying a a premium for our video games - around $100AU for a console game. This price wasn't acceptable, but we dealt as there was no real way of getting a (legit) copy of a game imported any cheaper than what we could get here.

Shortly before the Playstation 3 was released, Playstation 2 games started being having a recommended retail price (RRP) of $90AU

Enter the "very good exchange rate" character.

For whatever reason, I don't have many memories from when I was a child. And the few that I do have are burned into my brain. One such memory, or group of memories, is music.

When I say music, I don't mean any one particular song or artist. More of a time period. You see, I used to listen to the radio station 2WS (first in the AM then FM bands) when I was going to sleep. This station also used to be on any radio that was around the house, and I used to get in trouble if I tried to change the station.

Tonight I noticed that Britney Spears' new single is ranked #1 on the iTunes Music Store top songs list.

I would like to remind everyone that buy purchasing her music you are supporting her. You are encouraging her to continue behaving like the skanky white trash utterly useless piece of regurgitated filth that she is. You are also supporting terrorism in some way we're not sure of yet.

The only way to make her truly go away, is to stop buying her crap.

That is all, thank you for your time.

Sincerely,
The Management

Back in the 90s Chris Cornell fronted Sound Garden and a great sound was created. In the 00's he fronted Audioslave and, well... Their first album was a great sound. In 2007, Chris Cornell has gone solo... And is the open act for Linkin Park. How the mighty have fallen.

My choc-chip ice cream is lacking in choc-chips. I feel ripped off.

Recently I've considered getting a MacBook. While I'm not about to rush out and bust the shrink wrap off one, the idea has fluttered into my head on ore than a few occasions. I find this odd, since I really don't have a need for a laptop. I don't really go anywhere where I've needed a laptop and apart from the ability to geek-out when in someone's living room or be able to use the WIFI to access the Internet by the pool - I don't need one.

Yet, I still sometimes think of getting one. When the idea first came to mind I thought the best way to get one was to save money on a second hand one. The problem with this is that I don't trust ebay for large transactions.

This story takes place back in the WakeOver days again - that's one story I should take the time to write up.

Once again, I'm not sure what year this actually took place in. But it was quite possibly 1995 as I had not yet acquired my PowerBook 190cs, and I know for sure that it was on or around my birthday. Like usual for my birthday, it fell during school holidays so once again Adam, Luke and I organised another WakeOver to be held at my place. Much fun was had, a lot of Pepsi was drunk and many network games were played.

I'm not sure who gave me the present, but it was certainly appreciated. After all, we'd been playing the same games for a few days straight so a change was welcomed.

The game I received was a little known title called Entomorph. Never heard of it? Told you it was little known.

I used to enjoy going to the cinemas when I was younger. There was a cinema near me that was owned by the same people that had a hardware store. They had a deal going where if you spent $30 at the hardware store, you would get two free tickets to any movie they had showing. For the 6-12 months that this deal ran for, we took advantage of this deal and I saw many movies that came out that year. A lot of things also got done around the house at this time too because of the money being spent at the hardware store.

This was back in 1993. I know this because Jurassic Park was one of the movies that I saw... Twice.

Been awhile since I wrote any words that appeared here, not sure why that is... I suppose I felt the odd photo that I put online would be enough. But every so often you've just got to rant.

Poker has pretty much been down hill since I came 4th. The week after, I didn't place. The week after that I came 9th, and the last two weeks now I've not placed. I guess my luck has run out as I'm not really doing anything wrong with my playing style - cards just aren't coming my way. I'm not sure if I need a break from poker, or if I need to somehow play more. A break would hurt my standings at the venue. But when you're continuing to get only 10 points just for showing up, you aren't going to make it far up the ladder.

This isn't titled "My First Computer" as that would be a Commodore 64. But that was used as a game console, pretty much. Cartridges and tapes, woo! Of course, that's another story.

The Macintosh LC 475, 68LC040 25MHz, 4MB of RAM and a 160MB HD with a 640x480 14" monitor - this was my first Mac and my introduction into computers.

It's obviously not much now, but back in 1994-95 when I got it... It wasn't top of the line then either. But I had no clue what I was doing so it did me fine at the time and for many years. From school work, to games. Many games.

This story takes place around Halloween in 2003, the setting was my garage, some old couches, my TV and PS2, plenty of booze and some friends. I won't start at the beginning of the night, but jump in right around when the injury happened.

It was a common occurrence for me and Taylor go on for drunken walks around my neighbourhood. Actually, it was more of a tradition. Anyway, we'd been watching and laughing at many "scary" movies and having a great time, when Taylor, Rob and me decided to go for a walk. Three large drunk guys walking loudly around the streets probably made a few people locks their doors.

We eventually came to a major road near me, that has a retaining wall on both sides, that starts off small but eventually gets quite tall. We'd followed a footpath along this road until it ended at a lane way. Burto and Taylor stood at the end of this path waiting for me to catch up, and I had assumed we were going to cross the road.

We weren't.

We were actually about 1-to-1.5m above the road at that point, and I took a step off the retaining wall like it was a normal gutter.

I landed on my left leg hard enough for it to collapse under me, and I laid on the ground for only a few moments when Taylor landed on top of me. He had also taken the long step off the wall.

Now, my injury was nothing serious... Some grazed skin and ego and every so often my left hip will hurt enough for me to lip slightly as it's some what painful to walk. And Taylor's injuries? None. The bastard landed on me, so he felt no paint at all.

After this happened, and we'd rolled out of the way of oncoming traffic we walked (well, I limped) back home and we had many more drinks and laughed about it until early hours of the morning.