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2005 ~ A retrospective by reverendtimothyGeneralWhat a year 2005 has been. Non-stop partying, studying, and... well... everything it seems! This year I’ve once again dappled in everything including
painting,
photography,
digital art,
cycling,
body boarding,
music,
teaching my cat to play 'fetch',
trying Absinth for the first time, and of course
expanding my website empire... you name it, I’ve tried it! People often ask me where I get all my spare time from and I still don’t know what to tell them.
Fame and FortuneOK, so I had my 15 minutes once or twice throughout the year. I was
spotted in Ralph magazine (after they corrected their
initial error), as well as being recognised from my website at
a party and
in town on separate occasions. Hmm. Last year I was recognised once, this year twice, next year three times? Hehe.
I also had my signature brush with B-grade celebrities such as
Gianna from Big Brother. Nothing too exciting, though. I didn’t bump into Chuck Norris or anything.
Work & UniversityI had the
graduation ceremony for my Bachelors of Business Information Systems this year, and
finished my Masters in BIS too (with the ceremony to be held next year). Part of me is glad it’s over, but there’s a part of me (albeit a small part) that will always miss University (even if I sometimes think it
isn’t much of a University at all).
My final Uni results weren’t too bad, finishing up with a 5.8 GPA – and who could argue that with high quality work such as
this or
this? Hahaha. I also have a video of my final presentation that I’ll get around to uploading eventually.
Since I
resigned from Hostworks at the end of last year to focus on my Masters, I’ve spent this year in and out of temp work for extra pocket money whilst studying. I’ve
dressed up as an M&M,
worn a giant Nintendo suit, acted as a
1950s Chicago Gangster,
MC’d a Vodaphone soccer tournament, and
waited tables at a function centre (twice :-P). I finished my
work experience placement at UCWA early in the year, and finished a Government work experience placement at the end of the year – from which I secured
my very own desk job. Woo! If my
resume wasn’t looking impressive before, it sure is now. ;-)
HairOK, so now my hair has been nearly every colour under the sun. I’ve previously had it black and green in past years, but this year I’ve had it permanently dyed
blue,
brown,
red and purple. About the only colours I haven’t gone are pink and orange, neither of which I’m too keen on trying ;-) (unless I can get a fundraiser dare happening for the pink... Hmm!)
StuntsHahaha. 2005 was a great year for stunts. The year started with my Mike Monroe style foot-in-the-door hard-hitting questions to
Shane Crawford about TISM. Then there was the time I decided it was a good idea to go clubbing in
a pair of bright orange pants, before pulling a
parking ticket prank on Dave. I had a semi-successful attempt at
shaping-up (which was abandoned after a month, waahhh! I’ll try harder next year, I promise) as well as
sharing my opinions on the “Violence Against Women: Australia Says No” campaign. And last but not least, how could I forget the time I managed to get both feet in my mouth at once with my dodgy
Risk Assessment propaganda stunt.
MusicI briefly had time to pursue some
music of my own this year but unfortunately found myself too busy to take anything seriously.
As far as concerts go, I didn’t go to many this year. Notable mentions include seeing
Alice Cooper with my whole family (Mr. Cooper is a family event in our household), and nearly getting killed in the Slipknot mosh at
Big Day Out.
However the biggest music event of 2005 for me was, of course,
chasing Nine Inch Nails around the East Coast of Australia – an experience that will stay with me for as long as I live.
SocialHaha, where do I start? I think most of you would be pretty familiar with the major social events that occurred in my 2005. The biggest ones, of course, were the ones where parties went for several days in a row - such as the
BIS/MIS Pubcrawl, the
second impressions weekend, the
final day of Masters, that
insanely big night at Cargo (or more accurately,
not at Cargo) – and even for
a week straight. Now
that’s what I call fun. ;-)
Thanks to everyone who invited me to parties this year, including (but not limited to)
Alex,
Alicia (hope you’re having fun in the UK, babe!),
Jenny,
Ariel,
Stella,
Brian,
Douc,
Steven,
Cherry,
Chouly,
Chris,
Mum,
Daniel,
Bob,
Eric,
Sandy,
Jay & Helen,
Kara,
Kitten,
Adam,
Raelene,
Mike,
Mirko,
Nawal,
Kaye,
Dave,
Shu Wen,
Thuy-An,
Ed,
Sneki,
Lisa,
Sandy,
Tien, and
Veronica.
And after all that, I never threw a proper 21st birthday party for myself! Haha. I mean, I had a
tiny birthday dinner, but no real party. I think it’s because I know that people have very high expectations for my 21st (gauging from the response to my 18th and 20th) and I just never got time to plan something that would live up to the hype. Maybe this year I’ll plan a joint 21/22 party. We’ll see.
I’d also like to extend a big THANKYOU to everyone who’s stopped by this blog throughout 2005 and left the comments that keep me doing this. In no particular order, I’d like to thank some of the more regular commenters including (in no particular order)
Andy K,
Lauren,
Jen,
Krystle,
Steph,
Renée,
Sweet,
Andy,
Mel,
DDC,
UTMG,
Chuffed Enuff,
Owen,
ChickyBabe,
Bec,
Horny, Goliath, Logan, Mirko, and all the other non-regular and anonymous commenters who stroke my ego and make running a blog worthwhile! :-)
Thanks to everyone for a fantastic year.
H A P P Y N E W Y E A R ! !
Subway AssholeI just came back from lunch. I was feeling a bit obtuse today, so I decided to let it out at Subway. When asked if I’d like a "foot long or six-inch Sub", I replied, "I'd like the 304.8mm Sub thanks". The employee – whose face was hardened from the cynicism of years working behind a fast food counter – didn’t even flinch. At the end of the sandwich artist production line, I paid with sub-stamps. It states clearly on the bottom of the card that you must redeem the card along with the purchase a "665ml fountain beverage" for the offer to be valid. So that's precisely what I asked for – a 665ml fountain beverage. The till-operator stared at me for a while before stating, “You mean a Medium Coke?”
I then questioned why the Subs are measured in Imperial and the drinks in Metric. The clerk didn't know.
I’m sure they get that all the time, but too bad.
I am drinking beer in the office. I love Christmas time.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all the people who contribute to my life – whether in love, work, play, online, or all of the above! I hope all your Christmas wishes come true. :-)
It’s been a little while since I've had a serious weekend wrap-up blog post. This has been partially due to the fact I’ve been quite busy lately, and partially due to the fact that I broke my already-broken camera beyond repair at the
BIS graduation night. Last Friday, however, I bought a new camera (A
Ricoh Caplio R3 to be precise) so I can finally return to party snapping! Woo!
Last Last Friday (9th):
After moonlighting at the Moonlight Cinema (pun intented), I went to a party in town where I severely misjudged my alcohol tolerance for the evening. A bottle of Red followed shortly by a bottle of Slate will do that to you. Regrettable actions include: jumping from a first-floor balcony onto cement, having light-sabre fights with PVC pipes that were shattering in all directions, and trolley racing down Angus St at 3am (hitting a fire hydrant in the process, resulting in
rather uncomfortable bruising).
Last Saturday
The loveable Sandy’s birthday party. The night started off well at Sugar, but then got a bit weird when the party moved to Soul 168. For whatever reason, Soul 168’s main clientele is of Asian decent. Later in the night I had a rather buff (and drunk) Asian fellow who I’ve never met before approach me:
Dude: You a white boy!
Me: Erm... yeah. Good to see you’re not too drunk. You can still see straight.
Dude: Haha no shit. You’re a funny one! ... *mumbles something incoherently* ... Do you eat Beef Belly?
Me: Huh? Ah... yeah I do.
Dude: No way man! You’re lying to me!
Me: No... I eat beef tripe. I also eat pig’s ear (in congee) and chicken feet.
Dude: No shit man! Whoa! You’re a sick cunt mate! Sick cunt!
Me: Erm, yeah, ok.
Dude: I’m going to the bathroom. You wanna come. (Note: That’s not a question)
Me: Err – no, thanks, really.
Dude: No, you want to come.
He then put me in a headlock and tried to drag me into the men’s toilets. It was just a little bit intimidating. Y’know. Being headlocked by a muscly stranger who’s trying to physically relocate you to a restroom. I managed to break free and walk away – he didn’t follow me. Strange. I’m not sure if he was trying to pick me up or beat the shit out of me. Either way, I wasn’t too keen on sticking around after that.
Saturday night was also my first time at the Mars Bar – a locally famous gay club. I thought it was fantastic! They played the new Madonna single
twice, and I love the new Madonna single! Hahaha. Great music and great atmosphere. As long as you’re not easily upset by very open gay love (as one member of our party was), it’s a great place to dance the night away.
Anyway, I continued to party into the wee hours of the morning (thanks to
Jimmy the DJ for providing the tunes) and got home around 6am.
Yesterday Morning:
I had to wake up early to retrench a fence. There were stumps and roots all along the fence line, so I did more chopping/uprooting than actual trenching. I was experimenting with the time-lapse feature of my new camera so there are several work-in-progress shots of me labouring away.
I felt very masculine hacking out tree stumps. Wielding a mattock, I swung like a pro severing the fat roots, prying the stump from the ground and feeling like a Viking as I raised the severed stump high in the air like the severed head of an enemy.
Yesterday Afternoon:
Eric has to go back to Singapore to finish his National Service soon, so the BIS Crew got together for a going-away-dinner at Gauchos. I love Gauchos. The steaks are HUGE! I had a 600g Rump with Blue Cheese sauce and it was absolutely divine.
The rest of the photos from the weekend can be found
here. Take care everyone! :-)
Overheard in my office today:
"No, no! It's been rounded off to THREE decimal places when it's always been FOUR decimal places!"
Well fuck me sideways! Not THREE decimal places! Shit! That's ONE WHOLE DECIMAL PLACE OUT!
Call me a cynic, but sometimes I really wonder just what exactly all this* achieves, and whether it's worth it.
I have some news and a few photos, but I'll post 'em when I get home. In the meantime, I'm going to do the maths to prove they in fact need
five decimal places for whatever it is they're doing and kill some time arguing about it. Should be a bit of fun.
* "this" = the whole business thing
When exactly did Rapper = MC2I was reading a post on a
fellow Adelaidian’s blog today regarding a Hip Hop concert she attended. After reading about “MC Ceicmate” it got me thinking about other prominent “hip-hop artists” (wtf is that anyway? Is that like a Subway Sandwich Artist?) such as Hilltop Hoods’ “MC Pressure” and “MC Suffa”, or the internationally renowned “MC Hammer”.
For those of you who don’t know, “MC” is short for “Master of Ceremonies”.
Dictionary.com (2005) defines a Master of Ceremonies as:
master of ceremonies n.1. A person who acts as host at a formal event, making the welcoming speech and introducing other speakers.
2. A performer who conducts a program of varied entertainment by introducing other performers to the audience.
That’s funny, I don’t see
“3. Someone who performs a genre of African-American music of the 1980s and 1990s in which rhyming lyrics are chanted to a musical accompaniment, often mindlessly looped samples played by a DJ.” I wonder if the average Joe “MC Wannabe” is aware of this omission?
As a
real MC myself (the most recent being a
Vodaphone function and the
International Impressions evening) I find it quite disconcerting that the title of “MC” is so flippantly used by other professions. What if it became the norm that rappers started following Dr. Dre’s lead calling themselves “Doctors”, such as, “Dr. Ceicmate”, “Dr. Suffa” and dare I suggest it, “Dr. Hammer”? There would be public outcry, that's what.
Although it’s true they might have good rhythm, their lack of musicality, their blatant ripping-off (or “sampling”) of other artist’s hard work, and failure to meet the “master of ceremonies” criteria as listed above is soiling the good “MC” name and should qualify to have their title removed.
As such, I propose that real MC’s around the world should band together to sue the rapper fraternity for potential loss of income. When someone is looking for an MC for their wedding, what’s gonna happen when they accidentally hire “MC Wikky Wak”? Not only are they likely to be sorely disappointed with the resulting service, but it also is detracting from honest MC business.
Any legal eagles wanna help me out here with the finer details?
