Gently funk me druck.
I'm the commander of the starship fucking enterprise!
- I got offered that bloody job, and I have to give them an answer by tomorrow. A job like this is pretty rare in Australia. Fuck fuck fuck fuck... It's very hard to say no to, but the fucken chances are I will. As soon as I decide on way or the other, it triggers mad backpedalling in the other direction.
- Got a call from B-roq the other night. He even sounds tanned.
- This weekend was dubbed the "work on the damn introduction, you fool" weekend. It's looking good now. Ruff and ready, but mostly the latter.
- I now have 20 days until KT's going away party, and submission of the thesis very shortly thereafter (followed by a trip to a workshop in Melb, a conference in Adelaide, and a visit to UQ in Brisbane, followed by... well, hopefully 20 inch rims and hot ladies). I am now in super mode, and am progressively becoming a raging irritated bastard.
- Cranked it up to 144 pounds on the bench on Friday, and punched through 3 sets of 8. That's 44% over the last goal I was stoked about. Go, go, titty muscles.
- Hot diggety, have I come across some utterly dope/ill/whack/ace/rad/naff/smashing music lately. In particular, Prefuse 73 has given me a boner you could break a shovel over.
- Dot points are for lazy people. I hereby disendorse them.
And with that, I'm effing up and effing off to bed. I've commanded the olds to rouse me at the crack of dawn, with stern instructions not to heed my plaintive cries for further sleep. Anything I utter before 9am is to be considered the word of the torpid demon inhabiting my nutritous mortal form.
posted by dr. cok at 10:46 PM
17 Comments:
I am almost scared to post, in case you eat my head!
Congrats on the job, but not on the ensuing moral dilemma. Go Mat! Or don't go! Whatever you decide is fine...errr... scary, muscly Mat, I am sending you a gentle, soothing head pat...
Glad to see you're adhering to the 20 day timeline - good stuff.
Kxxx.
Why would I eat your succulent head?
Update: This morning I took a series of photographs of bees on the almond blossoms. I need a faggot intervention!
no arguments here.
Hey poof. Would a faggot intervention involve lots of fagots gathering together to tell you not to take pictures of bees?
I've also determined that the one activity I may in fact be better than you at (after you bent me over at skiing after all my pre-skiing trash talking) is the ancient art of pugilism. To this end I now have no fear of referring to you by demeaning names (i.e. poof, fag, cock holster, etc).
On a less aggressive topic; good shit on the job, whatever you decide.
you are also better at being taller!
you do that consistently well :)
Oh, anonymous, you card! You are the living end!
hey nigger,
tough choice to make, best of luck with it. A few questions:
1) Can you accept the job but tell them you want a month or whatever off to do the UQ stint? (It was just a short posting if I remember correctly?)
2) You say this type of job is rare in oz... are you sure you want to work in oz?
3) Can I feel your boobies?
1) Oh, that's not a problem.
2) Well, no. But doing a year or two of this would make it somewhat easier to get a job overseas.
3) Be my guest.
Update: After an hour long yarn on the phone with my supervisor, I've decided to ask them for 'more details', in particular, 'more money'.
Great about the job, congrats! - sting 'em for all the money they've got!
And don't worry - almond blossoms are very heterosexual indeed...not like those faggy orange blossoms, no, sir!
yeah - those almond blossoms at least have NUTS!
How can I be so well versed in the Dad-joke genre with:
a) no dad
b) no potential to become a dad myself?
Perraps I am just lame....
No Y chromosome sneaking about anywhere then?
hee hee! - sometimes I wonder with Chris!
(Ah, genetics jokes, I'm such a nerd...)
p.s. I believe giving you such a short time to decide is a bit homosexual on their part.
They're prolly just bluffing, and you can stretch out the decision-making for a few more days at least, I'd say.
NO! A snap, lightning strike decision is far more tough, and thus heller Xtreme!
BAM!
Here's my decision! Take that! BAM! Think about it? Who has time! I'm Xtreme etc etc etc.
I know your job decision may seem important but to put it in perspective; MY AUDIOSCROBBLER ACCOUNT IS FINALLY UPDATING.
I would also like to take this opportunity to draw upon my wealth of corporate experience and advise that most companies will pay more than you might expect. The only way you will even know how much they might be willing to pay however is to demand OUTRAGEUOS sums of money up front. Good luck.
Hoo-bluddy-ray! As my inestimable friend Murphy would have it, they begun upgrading their servers or some such thing when I told youse about it. Normally it updates immediately. Persevere, and you shall be rewarded, and also discover that you listen to far more Death in Vegas than you may have otherwise realized.
it's kinda upsetting - I have been hitting the Enrique a little harder than I realised, and now - everyone will know too... it's hard to remain in denial with it all there on the screen.
Oh god - I was rocking out to: 'We built this city on rock and roll', confident in the knowledge that scrobbler was broken, and it bloody updated! Whhhhhyyyyyyy?
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