Life in 2D/3D

Today i can't move my arms. Every muscle in my arms and shoulders are (is?) in agony. It took me 20 minutes to get dressed this morning because i couldn't lift my arms above my head. I need to come up with an excuse for why i can hardly move because people are looking at me strangely when i tell them it's from making imaginary burgers and playing air guitar.


DISCLAIMER:
That isn't me in either of the photos. I am neither a semi-middle aged man with a cheesy grin or a tarted up granny.

last week i got myself a Playstation 2. I'm not really much of a game playing person, but i thought - what the hell, i don't have to pay for it, so why not? (PS2 came c/o work).
So i've had this thing sitting in front of my tV for roughly a week, but i hadn't even turned it on because i didn't have any games. I finally got around to shopping for some last night. I don't like all those shoot-em-up, drive-race-car, save-the-world sort of games, so i resprted to trying to buy my absolute 100% favourite game of all time - Tetris.
I can not tell you how many people looked at me disbeleivingly when i told them that i wanted to buy Tetris. Apparently, they don't make tetris anymore. They made one version as a sort of 'Anniversary edition' type thing, but they have stopped making it now, and no one has any left. The only store i could find it in had the cover, but couldn't find the CD.

So instead, i bought an eye-toy. This is the next best thing. It uses a camera to put you on the screen so you can interact with the stuff that is on screen. You stand in front of your tV and make an absolute fool out of yourself by controlling the game with your body instead of a controller. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. KJ and i played "Mr Chef" until about 1am last night. I think i'll buy the rest of the eyetoy games as well. However, my arms are killing me from waving them around like an idiot. If you have a look on the eyetoy website, there's a little video of all the games you can play, so you can see what an idiot i looked like playing my new game.

I mentioned in an earlier entry about our 120mm of rain? The weather over the last week went like this:

Thursday - 120mm rain & cold
Friday - rainy & cold
Saturday - rainy & cold
Sunday - rainy & cold
Monday - 33 degrees celcius (91.4F)
Tuesday - rainy & cold
Wednesday - rainy & cold

Spot the odd day out!

There's something about chinese restaurants that i love. It's definately not the food - I think one too many sweet & sour pork or lemon chicken meals has put me off a little. No, it's the way that they look. I love the fact that nearly every single chinese restaurant i've ever been to has been painted some hideous pastel colour, most likely in the mid 80's. Last night's restaurant was a pastel pink/orange, paitned right ovver the brickwork. I lvoe that you never find a chinese restaurant that doesn't have cheesy pictures hung on the walls. They're always those cheap prints of multicoloured birds or forest scenes that you so often find in second hand stores. One restaurant i went to had a wide range of mickey mouse puzzles framed and hung on the pastel green walls. Oh, and let's not forget the giant fans. There is always at least one hanging unceremoniusly between a pot plant and a plastic chair.

I wonder if chinese restaurants are like that all over the eworld, or whether it's just here. I've never been to china, but surely it couldn't be entirely pastel coloured.

Warning: Long winded an wandering blog entry ahead. Shortened version can be found at the end of this entry for those that prefer to get it over and done with.

On Tuesday morning, I awoke to a bright, sunny morning. I drove to work with the windows down, I wore a skirt & singlet to keep cool. At lunchtime, I went down to the local shops to grab a bite to eat. I rolled down the windows and drove fast to rid the car of the sweltering heat that had built up inside from an entire morning of brilliant sunshine.
When I stepped out of my concrete cave of an office at 6pm, it was growing dark and it was slightly overcast. It began to rain as I walked towards my car. By the time I had reached the end of the street, the rain was falling hard and fast, fat drops that made my windscreen wipers struggle. The roads were slippery from two weeks of 40 degree temperatures (that’s 104 degrees Fahrenheit) and traffic moved at a snail’s pace.
I went to bed that night listening to the sound of raindrops on the roof.

It rained all day Wednesday, although deep in my concrete cave, I hardly noticed until it was time to drive home.

This morning, I woke and got ready for work. I didn’t open the curtains, I didn’t look outside. I spoke briefly with my dad, who told me asked me if the winds had kept me awake. I hadn’t heard a thing. He told me to drive safely because there would be a lot of debris on the roads. I thought he was over exaggerating. We live on the edges of suburbia, in a place that other people refer to as “out in the sticks” but close enough to be a reasonable drive to the city. We also live right on the edge of a reserve, deep in a valley, so there are trees as far as the eye can see - debris after a mediums wind isn’t unusual.

I stepped outside and there was a tree down across the road. The creek that runs down through the valley at the bottom of my street, usual nothing more than a trickle, was rushing so fast that I could hear it from the front door. That was odd. On the way to work, I passed 12 trees that had been pulled up by the roots, drove through countless intersections where the light were out and sat in traffic for an astounding 25 minutes to get down a road that usually takes me less than 2. We’ve had over 120mm of rain in the last 24 hours. Our average Feb rainfall is usually somewhere around 45mm. It’s some kind of all-time record, apparently.

Tonight I went for a walk along the path that follows the creek to where it meets the river. I have never seen anything like it. It used to be nothing more than a trickle. At one point, there was a staircase down to the river and a spillway that was usually so shallow you could walk across it to the other side. That part of the river was so flooded that the staircase wasn’t even visible. It must have been about 5 meters deeper than usual. Entire tress were being swept down the river. It was incredible. It was almost hypnotising to watch. I walked all the way to the other end of the path (about a 20 minute walk) and then realised that I had to walk back. By the time I reached home again, my heart was pounding, and I could feel the blood pulsing through my entire body. I have never been so stuffed in my entire life. I think that since my regular exercise routine constitutes walking from my door to my car, car to my desk, and back again in the evening, I might be a little unfit. Right now I feel like I am dying. I’m already aching, so I’m dreading how I will feel tomorrow morning. That’s if I don’t die during the night from over-exercise.

Walking along that path brought up a lot of old memories from when I was young and used to play along there, but I think that’s a subject best saved for another blog - this one is already long winded enough.

This Blog entry in short:
It rained lot. I’m lazy and am stuffed from exercising too much today.

It's been a very interesting week at work. My two very rich bosses rae getiing a divorce (so to speak). After 15 years, they're splitting up as business partners.
I'm a little sad because the one that is selling up and moving on with his life as a filthy-rich-widowed-entre preneur-with-a-girlfriend -young-enough-to-be-his-d aughter is the one i prefer. He's easier to get a straight answer out of and he always has the time for you, no matter how busy he is. The one that is remaining is a big stress-head who is insecure and needs the general manager to make all his decisions for him (right down to what he wears). He is less pleasant to work with (although not unpleasant) and never has time for me, even when my entire workload is frozen in limbo because i am waiting on a months worth of decisions that he has to make but has been putting off.
This also means that some of the people who i am less than enthusiastic about may be buying into the business and therefore be directors. It's hard enough with three directors who can't agree on anything, let alone an entire office full.

There is an incredible amount of tension lingering in the air around the office this week because of this 'divorce'. It's making the days drag. However, on the plus side of this, my work load will be reduced by the split, as the ex-boss will no longer be able to get me to do all of his promotional work for his 8 million other businesses, and therefore i can relax a little and maybe charge him an extraordinarily large hourly rate to do this work for him in future. I think that will make the work a lot more enjoyable!