You're going to need a ladder

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Some of you maybe surprised at which another post had popped up, but I have peer reviews, non-functioning requirements, a program OR essay and BGP study to do, so a blog post was inevitable.  Additionally, over the course of this short time, a number of people have posed me questions that I believe need to be addressed so here they are in some sort of order.


Communication is an interesting thing. Unifying the understanding of a topic between two or more parties by the use of a collectedly accepted communication protocol is challenging at the best of times. However, there are a lot of us which begin a communication session with very little to say, nothing to say, or no understanding of what we are going to say.


I hate to say it, but I say the last kind of things often.


I hope it continues to mature, but my method of delivering what makes perfect sense in my head, is less than adequate, in fact, I'm not sure if you'd even call it half baked. Frequent readers of my blog would know the stumbling point of when I've missed a word, the annoyance when I use a complicated word because I happen to have a Thesaurus in arms reach, the misspelling of a word, or constantly use 'along' instead of 'along' erm... I mean 'alone'.


Attendees of a lecture I have been present for know of my incessant calling out to voice my opinion or providing a tangent by expanding the current topic into a  poorly formed pun. There are periods in which I believe people honestly need to know my opinion, I know they don't, but I believe it's interesting or something they haven't considered, so it is stated. I have a strong belief that a lecturer of mine does read this blog, and I know would like to, on occasion, have a brick, or some other minor signal to put accross the point that I am not longer aiding the conversation, and that the other 5 or so people in the room, may indeed actually want to learn something.


Bearing all that in mind, I have over the previous week, been a selection of situations where I have said things which have led to some very interesting outcomes:


Cousin: "That Sounds like a porn star's name" Me: "You and I watch very different porn." (silence followed by awkward laughter.)


The person I was talking to sort of seemed confused by two things. 1. That I admit to watching porn 2. That I assumed, but the fact that she believed that a name sounded like a porn star, made me believe that she watches porn.


1. I admit to everything. I try not make these statements insult anyone else other than myself, I believe this makes me more outgoing as a person - or at least more fun at parties. But openly admitting to something like watching porn, which to a selection of the population is disgusting, or, not something that you should admit to in a conversation. I got introduced to the concept of sex when I was fairly young, it's quite a number years later and I'm yet to actually experience it, damn right I'm going to keep my research up. Feel like a practical physicist getting egged on by a theoretical one "I asked you to get two electrons really close together is it really that hard??"  Even guys get embarrassed talking about porn, which I think is the real problem. Dude, I'm watching porn, your watching porn, let's just simplify things, I'm not suggesting we get naked together, but you know having a chat with a couple of drinks watching a movie is much less shameful than sitting in a room on your own hoping no one knocks on the door.


2. I've always wanted to perform more absurdest sketch comedy. Ever since my first discovery of Monty Python, I've always loved the idea of saying something really stupid in a conversation and people around me just going along with it. Whilst other onlookers just get confused. Sadly there is very little spontaneous improv in Perth. And as much as I'd like to form my own group I am yet to meet a significant amount of people with the same want. A few people, yes, enough even for my 'rave in an elevator' idea, but I would really like doing something a little bigger.


The point is, I just got a bit depressed when she thought I believe that she watched porn, I know she's the type of person who didn't. I was doing it for a laugh and didn't realise that you might think it got aimed at you. That was not my intention.


In apologising for posing the allegation, there was the unfortunate affect that it just amde the moment more awkward, sort of that joilting moment out of a play when an actor yells "prompt" Accidentally losing your focus, and realising that the world presented in front of you is a lie and the actors are simply reciting dialouge from a story in which an author has cleverly controlled character and plot. Kinda makes you wanna wish you had a trumpet to at least fill the pause with that really overused Cat Empire sample from a couple of years ago. 


Geez, you see what happens when you let me go out on a tangent, it just sort of goes everywhere. No wonder murdoch wouldn't put me on their Twitter feed. WELL, MURDOCHUNI, I've asked nicely, now I'M GONNA PULL OUT THE BIG GUNS. I'M GOING TO POLITELY SUGGEST TO BROCK TO PERHAPS MENTION this short url IF HE HAPPENS TO COME ONLINE ON MSN AND IS PERHAPS THINKING ABOUT TWEETING SOMETHING TO MURDOCH UNI AND WOULDN'T MIND ADDING A FOOTNOTE.


Yeah, you know I'm serious. Look if it is about the topics I talk about, I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement, it's just I'd like this blog to sort of be known enough so when I leave "This graffiti now viewable on DAULMurdoch" some people know what I'm talking about. And more importantly, would make me feel that the university doesn't actually mind the fact that I have $600 worth of parking permit off them.


Thing I said number two: "FUCK. YEAH."


I remember the first time I swore. I said it quietly, barely under my breath. Just trying it on for size. It did feel good. Rebellious. I was 12. I do hate to admit I swear, not because it's rude, but because it's admitting that you don't know many words. Granted, test have shown letting off swearing during acts of extreme pressure and pain due to the unaccepted nature of the terms release endorphins, helping ease the pain. I do find it a pity how accepted into the common vernacular they have become, because there are awesome adjectives out there. But the beauty with swear words is just the fact that they get adapted into all forms of speech, verbs, adverbs, you can use it as just about anything (Not Safe For Work, not classy, and you've probably seen it before from that idiot who keeps sending you videos. I'm talking about you Steve. Not Cool. (And, for those so inclined, the anime version.). However, working at a high school I have met people who quite literally (Don't you mean figuratively? I Literally know no people who know the meaning, or use the word figuratively in everyday conversation. ... That's not funny. Yes. Yes, yes it is.) don't use any other words to extend their sentence, and it makes me sad. Partially because it makes it lose it's punch. I recall that I have sworn on the blog before and HUMBLY APOLOGISE to anyone this may have offended.


My mother has found out way too much about me already. I'm not sure how much of this blog my mother has read, but she's promised me that she read a large amount of it, and wondered how a person who rarely speaks, has so much on his mind that he believes other people should read.


But I have tried to only use it in circumstances where I don't think anything else would of worked. I use font effects such as bold to differentiate the people talking in my head because I don't think people read bold in their head very loudly, just differently. Caps lock does add something, but when you are talking about the ten seconds of film which speaks to you very loudly that you wanna get up do something about something you have no control over, so it just bubbles inside you until the voice screams profanity into the very depths of your soul until


TANGENT DETECTED. What? Oh. As I was saying, I don't mind people speaking profanity as long as it's really trying to stress a point. I was told off in second year for misusing the word "epic" in regards to fails and wins, calling fails epic, when they were indeed, regular fails. In doing so, I found epic lost it's meaning, and started using Uber and Astronomical too much, and the cycle was getting worse, luckily as a frequenter of the internet, someone was soon to re-correct my assessment of fails and wins so I didn't look like a douche on the internet, which is a challenge. Speaking of hygiene of the privates though, 


INAPPROPRIATE TANGENT DETECTED. I really wanna talk about some intimate personal hygiene products that I found very interesting, specifically it's about this gynacalogically tested deodorant I found whilst looking for tissues.


VERY INAPPROPRIATE TANGENT DETECTED. Dammit, there's this bit I wanna do about the weird things about smell pretty and I have no outlet for it, (I'm never going to get that tweet now, am I?) Facebook is filled with family members, I have no idea what the readers of this blog are offended by and the fact that one of my posts has been considered containing valuable information for study papers. (Yes, I know it was done by a search troll, it was picked up of the 74th search result page for "Need assignment site:blogspot.com, so got an automatic comment.) And another one of my posts has become an placement for an infomercial which I don't have the heart to delete due to the fact that it joins a total of 31 comments across all my posts.


Darn I would of loved to perform at the stand up on Tuesday but unfortunately never saw the place I could apply. I really wanna vent some of this blog as stand up, of course drastically shorten it. And add power point slides, cause more stand up needs power point. to at least show how to properly use power point. Either do that or a LIVE post, just have a Skype call or a live cast going the entire time I'm writing the post, so people can suggest ideas ask me to clarify things and generally put a voice and a face to a wall of text. I'm serious, email me some times and you can help me get a post which doesn't just derail into every experience I have encountering a person of the opposite sex.


"You want some company while you wait?" 


Although my social life alternatives generally serve me well in terms of talking with the outside world, there are occasions when i find myself in situations that large amounts of people would find 'normal.'  Last Saturday I went out clubbing, and for the most part, it was sitting wondering how people can live in these situations. 


I've talked about this before, but I'll say it again. If I wanted to sit with a bunch of people I've met, attempting to talk in an environment where it was impossible to communicate, while a bunch of people sit/dance near who I don't know, who have no intention of communicating or acknowledging my presence, I'd fess up to my illegal online activities (of which I partake in none.) and spend some time in prison where the food and drinks are cheaper.


For one part, what drinks do you serve? There is apparently a list somewhere of all the drinks you can get in clubs\bars, and I'd like to see it. Don't just say "What would you like?" I haven't been out drinking much, I have only tried half a dozen mixers, how do I know what I'll like? Has everyone ordered all of the drinks so they know what they like? Or do they just find one they like and stick with it? DAMMIT, JOHN, I'm a network engineer, not the owner of the second largest health and fitness chain in the greater London area, I need declaration of my parameters!


Oh and every second place is booked out with a private function, so not only do people only like socialising with only the people they know, the also must have no one else around disturbing them. Stay home. save money, and sit in your boring everyday surroundings, with your everyday people.


Is there a club somewhere, which acts like Omegle or Chat Roulette? Don't laugh like that. Yes, I know you've seen way too many naked dudes on Chat Roulette to take it seriously - I think I'm onto something here. You sit at the bar or at a table, you talk, but after a random period of time your chair moves around and places you with another group of completely random strangers. You are forced outside your comfort zone and talk with people you may hate, you may find you like. There are 6+ billion people in the world, and people are forced into friendships with people who they work with on a daily basis, there's thousands of people out there a lot of whom you'd get on with, but will never meet because there will never be introduced. Even the Facebook friend finder normally just picks up friends of friends which you already know, rather than picking randoms from the other side of the planet which you have similar status updates with. 


If you could go out and TRUELY socialise, well you never know what might happen. Sure there will be people who abuse this for one night stands, people who get into fights after being matched up with people with no common ground, but the first version of /bin/passwd would only allow one person to run it at a time. These sing only get worked out through beta testing.


Of course you could expand on this to make sensors and microphones pick up what conversations you are talking up and force like minded people to meet up, but that's no really the point.


There's a ballroom dance called Snowball, which uses this theory the compare yells "Snowball" you get with another partner. And you're forced to dance with them for a couple of minutes, so the ideas not new, so there, dear Murdoch, my "Free Thinking" idea to improve the world. Bars that make you meet people. And I didn't need to get together with a free thinking sociologist, I thought of it all by myself. Alone. On a Friday night. Wishing I had something to do.


Either that, or an alarm clock that makes no noise. There's times when my alarm clock has gone off and I haven't got up, and just switched it off, cause it's just annoying. So here we go, an alarm clock which wakes you up naturally. The body responds to sunlight a LOT. You're body becomes naturally tired in a dark environment, and the real reason it knows to wake up in the morning is because there is brighter light than there was when you went to sleep. So about 1/2 an hour before you set your alarm to 'go off' a light attached to it naturally lights up at a speed that will naturally affect the body and wake it up and ease it out of sleep nicely. If there was any noise, it would be a natural morning noise... Birds, leaves rustling... lawnmowers. That one I did come up with talking a human biologist. Not free thinking mind you, very straight forward and logical thinking, in fact. Of course, there is also the debate that the body will abruptly wake up alert to physical stimulus.  So if you could get a timer and connect it to a vibrator then maybe.. Maybe waking up could be a most enjoyable experience indeed... I am aware these sort of alerts are available to the deaf and hard of hearing, but you know, if they wake people up better, than why am I left with BEEP BEEP BEEP every morning. You have a crap day when it starts on a bad note. And I'm just saying maybe the human race could collectively have a much better life experience if waking up every morning was.. erm.. Fulfilling.


Where did my tangent monitor go? Because what I was going to talk about was a night in a club where I saw a girl alone in the corner, Matt and I had run out of things to talk about, so I decided to invite her in on a conversation cause she was bored. The first bar we went to, we were assumed to be on a date. I mean, two guys go out there immediately in a relationship? Whatever happened to 'on the prowl? Okay, one of our drinks were pink, but that's because of not knowing what drinks are available. 


Why won't this magical list of drinks available in bars include my alcoholic milkshakes? I mean, the sucky thing about alcoholic drinks, is that people drink them slowly, cause of the throat burn. Downing beer is considered impressive by groups wanting to out primal each other because they can tolerate large amounts of the burn. This could be solved by non-"stereotypically feminine orientated" drinks that taste
awesome and not like cleaning products. 


Also there should be a way to accurately calculate how much alcohol you need to make you enjoy everyday situations. I mean, the main reason that people seem to drink is to forget their mundane BEEP BEEP BEEP mornings by turning up the glare. When people act like idiots when they're drunk, that's no fun for the people around them. 


So yes, 1/4 cup of chocolate sauce at the bottom of a big glass, blend together 1/2 a cup of Kahlua , a cup of milk, two scoops of mint choc chip ice cream, poor it on the sauce, spray of cream, drizzle of caramelized sugar and I'd take anyone on in a skulling competition with that. Diabetes and alcohol poisoning all in one glass... Seriously, where did my tangent monitor go?


So I walked up to the female sitting alone, females attend meeting places like this in groups to fend of single creepy people coming up to them wanting to chat. Normally with one token male, who will spontaneously become anyone's partner in order to appear taken. Just an observation I have come across... So I first asked if she was waiting for someone, she said yes, so I went back to my table and waited a couple of miutes.. She's still alone, as long as I don't go over looking like I'm trying to chat her up, I'm going over there because the conversation with Matt has faded into wondering where we could acquire some cheap barstools... Damn, I'm starting to realise how we could be interpreted as a couple of guys on a date. 


We need female company.  Screw it, the worse she can do is say is "fuck off" and then mace me and I've always been curious to what mace feels like. Lachlan, come on you can do this, you touched at least 70 randoms at a music festival, you can convince one random to sit and have some friendly conversation till her mates arrive.


I ask if she'd like some company she collects her things, moves back to our table and the conversation keeps us there another couple of hours. Which is nice. Getting to hear the phrase "Au Pair" in everyday conversation. Not really my kinda girl, but good in proving to myself that I can talk to anyone and talk normal conversation. 


So there it is, three small phrases which went to weird places.


Graffiti of the week, you deserve some, you read through this, it's been a few blogs since I've posted some, so  here it is... Just for you.

"Toilet Walls, the original Internet" "Must be a dodgy ISP cause I'm always logging off in here."


I see what you did there... But what are you filling the tubes with?

"What happens if I give up my 2 fav Drugs?" "You will be unbelievably (Although here it looks like they tried to write three different words and instead mushed them all together.) bored when there is nothing good on TV"


Until I think of something else to say, Good bye.

Halfway between the future and the past.

My blog does not represent the views of Murdoch or any of its affiliates. All posts are NOT to be taken seriously and are written only for entertainment purposes.


As I was clicking through all the other bloggers on Murdoch, I saw that they had gone out of their way to refresh their blog and make it look slightly more interesting than one of the default themes, as you can see, I joined them to try and bring a shine and clear out the cobwebs of this blog, which is mature in terms of most blogs that only last two posts and then the poster realises that they actually don't have anything interesting to say, and no one to read it they stop. I ignore that fact and post on, with a brand new default theme with the same tired old concept and mostly rehashed jokes. I hope the new blog and refreshed design appeals more to the younger generation with their loud music and their hula hoops and their Sony PlayStations and their Marvel Comics and their YouTube dot com and their Quentin Tarantino and their hopsotch and their lollipops and their YuGiOh abridged quotes and thier artificial insemination and their weird political overthrows.


So the new theme is slightly less readable white and blue on white and blue, after clicking through their technology themes which were all stereotypical 1 and 0 in bright green or appearing on a neural overlay device. SERIOUSLY we have other numbering systems, and most of us cannot understand machine code. Well, Okay, I can insult you and ask how to go to the bathroom


Lachlan, that's two jokes you're passing off as your own that you've stolen


I know. Aren't blogs awesome like that?


So, for an uneventful life a surprising amount has happened since the last post. Unfortunately, not a lot to me. But as the financial new year has just passed, I thought I'd take this opportunity to go over my regular new year resolutions and see how far I've come


1. Get a job

At the beginning of this year, I had been unemployed 12 months much to my mothers displeasure, I have since acquired a job and learnt how to fix computer problems quickly, duck tape solutions to make things that shouldn't seem possible work, and interpret when a teacher says "It's not working" to mean "My projector is not corrently orientated to my digital whiteboard and is being displayed on a 180 degree angle." So now I have money, and have been better at sending it to a high interest account instead of investing it on ThinkGeek. I am yet to believe my returns have been worth it.

I can actually see the difference I am making, and not just by accidentally turning off the Proxy server (no one could go on the internet.), the Uniflow/Clickview server (No one could print to photocopiers or stream videos.) and the RIS server (No computer could be reghosted.) all at once last week. Yeah, my bad. I think. I remember unplugging something below it, but I DON'T REMEMBER turned off any off the switches. And that pisses me off. I wish I could remember it and not just feel guilty, but someone had to take the fall, so I did. I'm not a total bitch to any boss, but if no one is owning up to something that I had a chance of doing, I don't mind. But I am making a GOOD difference by the fact that I am running out of work to do, very few people submit jobs to the job list, but it's currently empty, call get answered, and attended immediately, because I have nothing else to do, in fact, the thing I have to do more and more often is to walk around the school randomly to look like I am doing something important instead of insulting/disturbing friends and family on Facebook. This is actually the best way to do things. Why? Because if I am walking around, teachers see my and my "IT SUPPORT" badge and think "Ah, I was having a problem the other day" and that's how I get 90% of my jobs to do. I mean, there are times when I can see my boss is not so pleased with how I've solved a problem, but I solve it all the same and don't really cause any problems in the process.

2.  Pass all my third year units

Well, so far, 50% ain't bad. As I got three credits on what I have been told are the three hardest units of my degree. As apparently, the previous three were. But that means. 1 semester and I could be in the real world and that's scary because one thing that I have been taking for granted with my job is the hours, the other week I slept in, I just called up and said I'd come in tomorrow and it was fine. And plus, working at a school means my hours are 8 till 3. EIGHT TILL THREE. Home by 3:30, back in bed by 4. For two days a week. Bliss. Next year, might not be so plesent, stuck with nine till five for FIVE FREAKIN' DAYS. One of the things I like about my two days and uni is having weird time off, I've had semesters where my weekend is Tuesday and Wednesday. That's cool cause no one else is available so bars, restaurants and stuff like that, ain't busy. You can hear people talk from across the room and I like that. No one else is interrupting the tranquil nature of Kings Park at 11pm on a Wednesday night. Of course, this meeting fewer people in public means a less chance of meeting a candidate for mating/co-op partner for Portal 2.

However, there is a slight glimmer of hope. You see, if I get a good technician job, or admin job, there is the opportunity for night shift work or work at odd times due to being on call. I have heard of system admins being called up at 2am on a Sunday, being told a server is down, remoting in, finding a problem, going in and solving the problem by 9am when business starts on Monday, getting paid double and then getting to go back to bed. AWESOME.

3. Dump a bag on poo on someones door step and light it and run away

You can probably tell this has been hanging on my new year resolutions for quite some time. But I never at anytime have dog poo AND a lighter handy WHILE being near someone's house who I don't like. I have experienced the smell of burning dog poo in my own studies to grasp the hate displayed by the act. And I am actually yet to hate someone that much, I dislike people. People dislike me. I hate some of them enough to enjoy killing them in some sort of vitual enviroment (Never admit to a student any of your after school habits, I am now "Halo" to a small collection of year 9's (And Son-Of-Contos to others.). But I don't hate them enough to inconvenience them. Except for maybe blocking their internet and restricting their user account space to 5 MB. Students should be really less willing to tell me their names.)

4. Not get shot.

Another very good year for this one so far, there was an incident which could of slid this the other way but so far, so good.

5. Figure out when to use a blackslash and when to use a foward slash.

Don't think anybody knows, and Linux and Windows are good at correcting these.

6. Learn more Linux

Pretty good, I can sort of get enough commands to get a server up and running and change file permissions. However, MAN is still my friend.

7. Keep the house\garden in a clean state

There is always one resolution that you set that you know you can't do but you add it to the list to make it longer and make you seem like a better person. This is not that one but I have no intention to tidy my bedroom.

8. Make out with someone with their permission who is not in an intoxicated state, or ingested food or medicine which would impair their judgment. Double points if they initiate it.

There is always one resolution that you set that you know you can't do but you add it to the list to make it longer and make you seem like a better person. This is that one.

9. Pass my CCNA

I will book it again, but all you need to know is it's a standard test that most network guys do and get a card out of it, I failed it the first time, but there will be always time to try again. But, I mean, currently my wallet can't fit anymore in, so I'm going to have to get a new wallet if I want to pass it. Oh and study. But seeing that I got a credit in network security, and a 70% in my Prac I have the confidence that I do actually know my stuff about networking and it is the career for me.

10. Post more on my blog with content that is not just humourous but also is more truthful about myself as a person but has some depth.

Think I may have crossed it with this one. People always complain about the length of my posts, I make up for that with the fact that I post rarely. This year however I've very proud with how many posts I've done and how much work I have put into it, and at some points, I must admit, I have bared my soul a bit, maybe a bit too much, in wanting to really want this blog to reflect who I am as a person and be "Lachlan in the raw" there have been unfortunately, like my "Lachlan in the raw" photographs, some sights of things people would rather not see. It has been mentioned to me that at some points there has been very little humour in posts, when uni life has been getting me a bit down, it happens. There are times on a roller coaster when it goes up, times it goes down, and times when photographs are taken and you are reminded of your roller coaster visit by some free zero-g boob pictures. 

(I know there are ladies present.)

But softcore aside, there have been times when I can't find words that are funny. When I've got a poor mark on an assignment, when I don't know how to do an assignment or when I wanna go out, but no one wants to come and I don't know where to go. I must admit there isn't a lot in my life, so yes, number 8 is a bigger issue for me than some other people.

 

You don't get a girl by stalking her. By posting about her in your blog. Or cutting her name into tables in lecturer theaters.

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.... Mine will. And plus, I never cut them, I wrote them on. You could get that off with some cloudy ammonia. 

Oh and don't try to pick up females just cause they comment on your blog

Granted, that was a bit awkward, but I didn't know my sister was going to comment anonymously. 

People think it's sad that I love my job because of it's hours, or can be so satisfied with going to Melbourne for a Krispy Kreme "Chocolate Mint" Doughnut and a chocolate milkshake. But if those little tiny things didn't make me happy I wouldn't have much to live for, I am happy for people to blame this on residual teen angst but I love to be happy. 

Speaking of teen angst, (I'm going to get all high and mighty cause I'm not a teen anymore.) I was such a simple teen to live with, working at a high school I've seen students randomly walk out of classes they don't wish to participate in, leave rubbish everyone, distroy school property (One out of every five of the jobs I have to do in a day is go clean something or change something back that a student changed (ALT + LEFT SHIFT + PRINT SCREEN is the worst. That and student stealing Mice or RAM and then having no idea what to do with it so breaking it and/or leaving it somewhere else.).)  

Do like normal people and wait till uni to do this stuff.

(I'm sure I did some pretty bad things, like at my 15th birthday, my mum going crazy because I walked away from the table to hide in my room and watch movies, and not "Thank them for coming." (I've done so ever since cause I now realise cause I'm not sure that people want to celebrate my birthday because I'm getting old and it only makes people feel old realising I could now go and apply for a loan and the bank manager to take me seriously.). I don't know why but I regret not obeying my parents, apparently, I should of got all angry and moved out and gone on the dole.)

So I get happy over little things. If I can get that job with the interesting hours and awesome IT challenges, get the disturbing girl who knows I am the one who left the chocolate, her favourite Rose wine, a USB drive with that chick flick she wanted to see and a box of tampons on her doorstep. See, I'm so out of it that I don't know the protocol here, granted by the time I meet that girl she will have gone through a few and hopefully be able to tolerate this, but I'm not sure where the guy fits, is he suppose to be there and cheer her up? Pretend it doesn't exist? Leave her alone? 

Hopefully that awkwardness will all be dealt with in a future post, but on the current trend not likely, so until then, you are going to tolerate me going through some bad times and me describing the awesomeness of that Maltesers Sundae at Macca's during the good times. Just go with it, Okay? There will be laughs somewhere.

So far, not a bad year, and I think I am pretty much doing my best, which makes me proud... Hmmm.. 4 1/2 out of 11, hey if I've passed this last one that means I get a pass!

So last but no least: Have a graffiti of the week for every post on my blog this year.

... Shit.

Until I get banned from the network, good bye.

student + procrastination = blog

My blog does not represent the views of Murdoch or any of its affiliates. All posts are NOT to be taken seriously and are written only for entertainment purposes.

In rare moments of true genius, someone finds to idea, two concepts, two procedures, that work so well together, that when someone  has the luck to find a way to combine those two ideas, everyone goes "Now why didn't I think of that?" and TRUE genius is born.

It is with this in mind, that Murdoch set up the "Murdoch Encounters" website. A website to truly express all your own combinations of ideas to form new idea in which then can be. Er... Um.. Seriously I don't know why they want them or what they intend to do with them.

But presently, on the shiny thing, which I want to state is on all the time and does not look structure-ly sound enough to climb and is very pretty when your tired at 1:30 during a LAN. Now before you start, I was going to climb it, then I looked at it. It's randomly displaying submissions to the website and if I broke it, no one would ever know "Ninja" + "Pirate" = "Child you don't mess with" or "Exams" + "Facebook = "a fail" or even "Murdoch Encounters" + "Flash Animation" = "Time well spent not procrastinating"

Which comes to my first point about the website, it's interesting choice of design. It's done in flash, that's okay, most Murdoch promotional sites use flash, I just wonder what the html only site looks like...

Hmmm, you can only add your own experiences... Interesting choice, I can submit things, but not view...  I guess the interconnected web of ideas they wanted wasn't supported by javascript, but wait, even if the flash site, it's a female dog to see all the created connections between ideas. You see a pretty mess of all the base ideas and when you click on one, you see all the created connections from that one idea. I guess I just got into  256 a  bit too much, the purpose of that unit is pretty much saying all knowledge should be made manageable and logical... I guess there is an A-Z and a quick way to see the 'encounters' you've added there's just no search or anything.

The major prize is a guitar signed by acts that were at Southbound.. Like, um.. I went there.. damn, I know this, errr... Nope, I just remember backs. So yeah, don't mind if I don't win this major prize, but I wouldn't mind  winning the one for the most humourous, I'm not saying I will win because it's NOT MONITORED, Okay, I'm guessing if someone put Drugs + Databases Lecture = Funny Lecture they'd probably take it off. Because everyone know Danny's lectures are awesome without drugs. 

And because this post was delayed, another two will be up shortly... Either don't have anything to do with Murdoch Encounters, but are slightly too long to just be tacted onto this post, so to get you through the next few hours, please go on Facebook, post all spelling corrections I need to make to this on, and here's graffiti of the week...

The nerve of some people..

Oh and there's a clock bug too...

Chat with random

Random: Hey, are you that blogger, that does disorderly accounts of uni life?
Lachlan: Well, the title IS copyrighted, but I'll let you off this once
R:Anyway, I notice you haven't posted in a while, what have you been doing
L:Well, finishing assignments, attempting study, just trying to pass semester one uni, tis all.
R:You signed an agreement, dude.
L:HEY, I sign a lot of things, I didn't know they were going to put the photos into an art museum, I just thought they were going to deliver them to me like normal.
R:Huh?
L:What?
R:Did you..?
L: Che?
R: Nevermind, um, so, you going to POST ever again?
L: HELL YEAH! or otherwise someone from student services will hunt me down and do unspeakable things to my frontal lobe.
R: ouch.
L:EXACTLY, so I'm planning "Project Hinenburg"
R: WHAT? Your going to light a bunch of gas vapours and kill a bunch of people?
L: No, I'm just...
R: Building a new type of air ship, to invite people on, light a bunch of gas vapours and let people fall to there doom??
L: NO, I'm just planning on posting a lot of blogs during semester break?
R:Oh, so why are you calling it "Project Hinenburg" Why don't you just post a note on your blog saying "I'll be writing a buch of posts in a few weeks."
L:Cause I want it to be a suprise.
R:You know what, i'm just going to go ahead and hit you now.

L:AHA! YOU THINK YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON WHOSE TRIED TO HIT ME?? THAT'S WHY I WEAR THIS BULLET PROOF VEST! Um, you might want to get that hand looked at, I don't think it's suppose to bend like that....


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Project Hindiburg commencing soon! Eight Blogs! Eight Weeks! One Winner!