Anzac day

My weekend primarily consisted of getting to know one of my older brothers, Mark. I stayed at his joint in Yarra Glen (go left at woop-woop and carry on for another few clicks...), then got wayy drunk with him on Friday night. I couldn't even rummage up a homeless man to go rock climbing with, so I made Choco swear on on his own black heart we'd do it next week. Heaven help us all if he should lose his sense of balance in some bizzare and tragic internet accident, leaving me stranded once more. He'd rue the day, as I'd use my marginally increased lifting ability to further disable him somehow.

What Anzac day means to you lot of juvenile delinquents:

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Modern interpretation: Others grow old normally, while you age abnormally fast due to heavy substance abuse.

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
Modern interpretation: Age may not weary them, similar to the way lack of sleep for 48 hours does not weary you, as you are meth freaks.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Modern interpretation: On Anzac weekends we party all afternoon, night, and into the next morning, and remember where we stuffed our stash.

Bastards.

I've got a gmail address now, finally. I really don't know why it has taken so long for someone to offer me one, as I'm a supernerd. I was kind of expecting an email from Larry Page and Sergey Brin fairly early on, actually, along the lines of "hi mat, how's things, would you fancy a nerdy email account to go along with your thick glasses and large bookshelf? toodles, Larry and Sergey". If anyone wants one, I can hook them up. Although, I imagine most people will be all like "got one, dude, from my uncle in Maitland who reconditions novelty blinker sticks".

Dad took me out in the above 4WD on Sunday for a 'drive', and showed me a few interesting tracks. There is a 'back way' to Halls Gap through the mountains, you see.

I've found a 3 page proof which does exactly the type of thing I need to satisfy the reviewers on my most recent paper. I've been poring over the proof all afternoon, and I'm starting to understand bits and pieces. It's a very boring and tedious proof, but somehow quite fascinating. Once I've got that sorted out, I'm sweet. I'm succulent and fragrant in fact, with delicate undertones of oak, raspberry, and rexona.

Kanye sez:

She's got a light-skinned friend,
look like Michael Jackson,
Got a dark-skinned friend,
look like Michael Jackson...