In the werks…

New blog post coming soon. For anyone who actually reads this, sorry I abandoned this thing for a while. I’ve been getting some ideas, and I think my next post is going to go in a different direction — hint: this weekend.

peace.

The Cancer of Crime

I’ve been away from this blog a lot lately, mainly because I haven’t had the time to write anything given the preceding events of recent weeks. I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and astonishingly, being technologically detached (no iPod to listen to) on a simple train commute to the city has led me to think a lot about what’s been going on around me.

I’ve been a magnet for the walking scum of the earth lately… I don’t know why, maybe the planets have aligned in a certain way to malign me or something, I really don’t know. I’d just call it extreme bad luck, others might say it is something more than that. Anyhow, it all started three weeks ago when I was car-jacked at gun point in broad daylight…

Finishing a productive day at work, I set off on the train ride home with Laura, eager to just get home and unwind for a bit. I was in a pretty decent mood, and so was she. Having someone else on the train ride home made it fun for once. In getting to the station, we casually walked amongst the hordes of people over the pedestrian overpass and proceeded to the elevator at Macarthur Square shopping centre to make our way into the underground car park where she had parked her car. With me being lazy and all I asked for a lift to my car (which was only about 200 metres up the road). Both poking fun and scoffing at my laziness we drove off to the older outdoor carpark where I always park my car. When we got there we said our goodbyes as I got out of the car to get into my own. Laura then drove off home as I fiddled about in my bag for my set of car keys. In doing so, subconsciously taking in my surroundings I noticed that there were two sets of cars broken down near my car, one was a car load of eighteen year olds and another was a family of three being consulted by the NRMA repair man. There was also this random guy striding hastily through the centre of the carpark away from the commotion surrounding the broken down cars.

Finally finding my set of keys I unlocked my door, tossed my shoulder bag onto the passenger seat and clambered in exhaustively. I start up my car and am deafened by the Snoop Dogg track blasting from my CD player… In a daze I turn the wretched thing down and pull out of the parking space, headed toward the quieter side of the car park where I make the habitual homeward bound right turn back towards the shopping centre. As my car rolls up to the exit, I give way at a crossing to the guy originally walking west-bound. He crosses slowly, looking at me curiously with snake-like geniality. As soon as I make eye contact, the man knows he has my attention. In realising this, the guy has already swept around to my driver’s side window and is gently rapping on the pane.

Perceiving the situation to be innocent, but maintaining suspicion I wind down my window slightly… Enough for him to utter a few words.

“Oh hey man you couldn’t do me a huge favour could you? — I really need to get to Ambarvale man, could you please give us a lift?”

I reply warmly, “Sorry mate, I’ve kind of got to be somewhere right now. I’ve really got to get home.”

“Please man, it’s just around the corner, I’ll give you fifty bucks”

In suspicious retort, “–No man, sorry, I’d like to help you out but I’ve really got to get going. Can’t you just catch a bus or something?”

Clearly realising he was getting nowhere quickly, he takes a sly glance at my door and realising it’s unlocked, proceeds to open it with a cold aura of calm. Not expecting this, I try to speak, but only to be cut down by the boldness of his new prerogative…

“…What are you doi–”

“Get on the other side of the car, I need to get to Ambarvale, get on the other side and let me drive.”

Bewildered, I realise I’m now looking down the barrel of a small black revolver, which he had somehow pulled from his pants with no pockets. Clever, really. Fear started to consume me like I’ve never felt it, as he continued to say “Get on the other side or I swear to God I’ll shoot you in the leg.”

I unclick my seat belt, as he leans over me cold and confident with his right hand clutching the revolver. Although it happened so quickly, I remember my chain of thought being slow and unrelenting. When I say unrelenting I mean that as soon as I had come to the realisation of the gun pointed at me, I knew I had to get out of there. Vapid, but defiant, I reply “Just let me go man, take the car and just let me go…”

“I’m sorry man, but just get on the other side… Climb over and let me drive.”

“No man, seriously, just let me out and you can take the car.”

At this point the guy was starting to get edgy. He’d been leaning over my open car door for about a minute now and paranoia was starting to kick his adrenal glands into over-drive. We were both frantic. He was at war with his fucked up conscience, and I was at war with the decision to defy him, or obsequiously follow his commands in fear of getting shot. I knew I wanted to get out, but it was a question of how. Do I get of the situation by complying with him, going with him, and possibly being let go? Or do I surmount the courage to overcome the gun-induced subjugation and step out of the car in front of him…?

Before I had even decided I had already reacted – I guess it was one of those opportunistic things. As he stared at me, and I stared at the gun, a car passed nearby through the carpark. Turning his head in paranoia of a witness, in that split second I leapt up out of my seat and found myself face to face with the big man with a gun. In shock, although slightly stocky he was considerably smaller than me. Only about 5′ 7″. He wasn’t built very well either, so I feel confident to this day that had it have been me and that son of a bitch locked in a room with nothing but fists something tells me that he wouldn’t be the one walking out of there looking like a bloodied pulp.

He was taken aback by my spontaneous defiance, and just gazed awestruck – turning the gun to point at my mid-section. Re-asserting what I’d mentioned earlier with particular desperation and urgency, I said again “Please man just take the car and get out of here, I don’t care, just take the car.”

With a vacant car up for grabs, he didn’t hesitate in being opportunistic either. He swiftly jumped into the driver’s seat and slammed the door, uttering the words “I’m really sorry bro…”

“I don’t care man just take the car and go, you’re the man, just go.”

Looking blazon in the eyes, he replied again “I’m really sorry bro”. He then began rolling away, taking a left turn out of the carpark and stopping at a set of lights. Still coming to grips with what had just happened, I walked away calmly but evidently shaken towards the group of people still getting repairs on their car. The rest is all a blur, really… Although the memory is still vivid.

I couldn’t sleep that night, knowing that this scary motherfucker now knew where I lived and had a free set of keys to my house. The cops found the car 4 days later on the Saturday morning, completely burnt out with the texture of a dry corn husk.

The asshole got away with it, as forensics delivered inconclusive results on the car and no CCTV footage was captured in the FUCKING SHOPPING CENTRE for Christ’s sake…

So here I am, writing about the experience and shedding light on an event that none of us expect to encounter in our neighbouring surrounds (well, my neighbouring surrounds anyway)… At least I got out unscathed, right? Fuck, my perception of the world is even more cold and dank than imaginable. Campbelltown is now Johannesburg, and guns are as common as fists. This animal is still walking the streets, as a plethora of crime continues to consume the area I live in, spreading from region to region like a malignant cancer. It is unfortunate that the current state of society now warrants people being vigilant about their daily lives. Kids walking with knives for protection, joining gangs and preying on others out of their own personal insecurities. It’s like urban guerilla warfare – You don’t know when these sycophantic scumbags will strike and how they’re going to go about it. They’re out to make our lives a living hell for their own personal gain, and out of their own insecurities.

Fuck them.

Fear is what feeds them. It’s what they get off on. It’s what they live for.

The answer is simple… Just don’t give it to them. Be defiant. Talk back, hit back, bite back, whatever you need to fucking do to get yourself out of such a fucked up situation you never wanted to be in. Manipulate them, don’t let them manipulate you. Trust your own instincts (some people’s may be better than others, but who’s to know?), make a decision and get the fuck out. That’s what I’ve learnt from all of this anyway, that and to lock my own doors. At the end of the day, they’re only material possessions – and something that can be easily replaced isn’t worth risking your life for.

I actually have a lot more to write about, but feel that as this post is teetering over 1600 words I think I’ll just call it a day.

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Disasters and Demon-birds

I saw it fitting to publish another post encapsulating the nature of my latest encounters with worldly headlines and happenings lately… I guess it has been my desire to liquify my brain in front of the TV and internet in lieu of constructively applying myself to mentally stimulating activities after working a 40-45 hour week last week that has kept me from writing something new. But it’s time for me to finally update my blog – and yeah, out of guilt.

But what’s the latest? Ok.

In the past week and a half, the East Coast of Australia has decided to turn itself into a natural disaster zone, where Neptune the God of the sea has unleashed his watery wrath upon the coastal and tropical towns of the North and the Lower East and South of Australia has been transformed into a charred, post-apocalyptic wasteland as victims of savage bushfires sift through the ashes of their livelihoods. It all came from nowhere really and took everybody by surprise. In the midst of all of nature’s carnage, as I’ve heard many times already and I’m sure you have too, it brings out the best in everybody. When news of the devastation came to surface, the fire tragedy in particular, many people began making charitable donations with inexplicable alacrity. This has made me, yes me (at times a cold and shapeless human being) revel at the thought of a country working together to get these poor victims back on their feet. In many ways, it makes proud to say that I call this country my home. I myself gave money, the majority of everyone I know donated money and I even have a friend who is giving blood in aid of the disaster. Admittedly, even after continuous criticism of his policies, the Prime Minster has himself displayed courteous degrees of empathy and travelled to the disaster zone on Black Saturday (the primary day of the disaster) to assist in the relief efforts.

Now, compare this to the likes of Hurricane Katrina… Understandably, given the larger population density and the geographical location of New Orleans, the devastation was on a much larger scale. Aside from the fact that there were large-scale fatalities, people were left stranded in the flood-lands for days without food and fresh water given the Bush administration’s apathy towards relief efforts (Bush didn’t even fly to Louisiana to express his sympathy) — In fact, there was even proven to be an incendiary racial indifference between ethnic groups after the disaster, where a representation of middle-class White America chose to ignore the aftermath of the hurricane on poorer African-American communities. It really is a sickening thought to envisage people with such acerbic attitudes towards their own countrymen… I mean, fuck. I guess it’s just a warming thought to see such a willingness and desire in average Australians to help their own men and women in a time of crisis.

Have any of you seen the footage of the koala surviving the bushfires drinking out of the firefighter’s bottle? It really is too beautiful for words… Check it out. The picture itself is amazing… You’ll see this thing plastered in the Time magazine year-in-review for certain.

On another note, have you ever realised how scary birds look? Check out this photo… What the fuck is that? It looks like it would eat your face. Seriously, if I saw that thing in the wild I’d be hoping to christ for a spare change of underwear. I don’t know what it is about owls in particular, but I agree with the Ancient Roman philosophy when they say that owls are bringers of impending doom – I mean, C’mon…  This motherfucker is so evil it looks like it eats death for breakfast – Imagine waking up, looking out of your bedroom window into the black of night and seeing that feathered, yellow-eyed omen staring directly into your soul… Apparently witches would take the form of an owl and glide stealthily though the night sky sucking the blood from babies… Hmmm, maybe a bit melodramatic but still, you see shit like this and you wonder why you can’t sleep at night.

Birds are scary and natural disasters are horrid. End of.

Things we don’t need to know

Now, before you make the assumption that this post will yield to my unrelenting desire to unleash fables of wry wit and sarcasm on the unsuspecting audience I must clear things up…

I relish the idea of status updates on the Internet and the concept of micro-blogging (for those oblivious readers, check out twitter) and the concept is unarguably ingenious… But there are times where you log into one of your social accounts in a state of complacency… Browse through your feeds and comments, warmly reply to a couple of friends etc. and then hark up in hysterics when you lay eyes upon someones status update that is a punch to the face of social etiquette. In fact, such status updates you find so disturbing that they actually have mood altering powers… Because you did not have the capacity to think that such a person was capable of such an intense level of vulgarity.

This happened to me this morning as I sat down before commencing my daily grind at the office only to gaze upon this type of bullshit… I mean, it’s 8.50am and I don’t need to know that you’re drinking lots of water for the ultrasound that arrives as a result of your teen pregnancy. Geeze man… You nearly made me spit out my Mediterranean blend. You do NOT put water, ultra-sound, teen and pregnancy in a social context, let alone broadcast it publicly… and ESPECIALLY not at 8.50 in the morning!

This got me thinking… If people such as ‘Specimen A’ (the girl will remain nameless) are broadcasting such vile, intrusive information so innocently what else are people posting out there? I came across a blog that categorizes this tripe into ten Facebook “Don’ts”. It’s worth taking a look at. But seeing as I’m feeling kind of creative, I’ll leave you with my revised version of seven:

1. Song lyrics – Yes, we get it already… You listen to Paramore’s ‘decode’ religiously and you obsess over the lyrics but we all know that it still doesn’t make you a vampire.
2. Passive Aggressive comments – Most people will likely take your stupid comments to heart, seeing as tone is hard to express in written context for those with pea brains. Therefore, don’t write anything ambiguously insulting as it’s more than likely to cause an unintentionally animus reaction from the one on the receiving end whilst leaving all other readers uttering “who would post that? …what a dickhole”.
3. Information broadcasts – More or less the subject of all of this bullshit. This covers the entire spectrum of shit we don’t need to hear… From subtle hints such as “…might be getting lucky tonight ” to the downright tasteless, like “…just passed a kidney stone!!!111one” … No-one wants to see that. ‘Nuff said.
4. Give me attention comments – We get the point, you want a ‘hug’. Normally you broadcast such information when you’re either:
   1. ugly or
   2. in a one-sided relationship.
5. Spamming everyone with junk links – Posting link after link trying to get people to laugh at something only you find funny is just annoying. In turn, people start ignoring you and you’ll most likely lose your credibility or get your face punched in by someone at a party so either way, go figure.
6. Minute long chapters-of-your-life updates – Why do I describe this offence so colloquially? Because there’s no other way of putting it. What’s more annoying than minute-by-minute updates consisting of “…is waiting for a bus”, “…is paying for his bus ticket”, “…paid for his bus ticket”, “…is riding on the bus”? Nothing. Facebook mobile is the worst offender for this type of stuff.
7. Remarks with ‘Insightful’, condescending or preachy intent – Ok. This has to be one of the worst. Understand that people on your friend’s list all have their own beliefs and opinions. Now, commonly some folk that are pious in nature will dub me nothing short of a reprobate but in saying that, congratulations if “jesus loves you” or that “jesus saves” – The irony here? Religious status updates won’t make me any more religious. This also applies to all other forms of  spiritual and “knowledge-is power!” ignoramuses.

And that just about sums it up… There is in fact a lot more to be written about said topics, but I feel that my seven revised points will suffice for now.

Losing by not musing

As I speak I’m coercing myself into writing a new blog, much to ease the chagrin of the two Tim’s I know who keep telling me that they refresh my page every now and then only to be greeted by nothing but the dulcet aftermath of my previous post. Well I’m sorry I haven’t been publishing weekly on the Marky Mark gazette… Jesus…

But yeah, there’s been some crazy stuff happening of late. Namely this messed up mid-summer heatwave that seemed to descend from nowhere to liquify everyone… As a result I dedicate this post to the penny-squeezing roots of the Scotsman. As a Scotsman by blood, we do indeed have a high tolerance of the cold but when it comes to the heat we melt like snowflakes in Hades. Oh yeah… I probably should mention the penny-squeezing remark… When you’re of Scottish descent you are permitted to have luxuries but never to use them. Take for example the swelter of the heatwave in Sydney… Rather than use the air conditioner in the house to keep cool like any other sane person you just sit there and look at it instead, and pretend that you’re getting cool. It works according to my parents, who insist that opening the windows instead will cool out the internal furnace that is our house… Only problem is it’s humid outside and the air doesn’t move, rather it suffocates you and you feel like you’re trying to breath through layers of cling wrap. Every time tha air conditioner is switched on, my dad pounces from the shawdows and dives on the switch… When the whir of the air conditioner ceases my dad, aptly named Roy (yes, yes how Scottish), turns into the Scottish super sleuth and begins interrogating all members of the household to isolate the air conditioner assailant.

…I always get caught. It’s bullshit… It’s either Scottish people hate spending a dime on creature comforts or father-figures enjoy  governing the thermostat (I’m sure I seen something like this on Family Guy) — I personally think it’s a combination of both, haha.

Lad’s army

I dedicate this post to the ‘lads’ of Australia, the gallantry and the chivalry of such men and their valiant interactions with the normal folk of society. May you continue to grace us with light humour and slight expressions of bemusement as you bark and hark at anyone bereft of a rats’ tail or mullet. You brandish yourselves with the Southern Cross Tattoo, and wear it with such pride, as seen on this fine specimen:

Your knowledge of the origins of the Southern Cross is unknown, but the mendacious nature of your understanding doesn’t apply to you or your comrades – it only matters because it primitively binds you to your beloved stigma. You permeate our clean airwaves vociferously with your pollutant profanities and ill-thought diatribes. You boldy adorn yourselves with polo tee shirts sporting most notably the ‘Nautica’ yachting brand, although the evidence suggests you’ve never been yachting before in your life. You boast Adidas or Nike flexi-fit baseball caps, with football shorts and Puma trainers to cap off your aesthetic. You sit up all night waiting for the excitement of the train ride home – well, not exactly home… But to another destination where you can grace citizens with dull-wit and harangue. An older train with no security cameras is your idea of heaven; carefree as you lay freshies on the decrepit carriage walls and smoke ‘rollies’ in the gap between carriage doors. As you leave your free ride home (remembering that you never buy a ticket and run from transit officers), you prep up your ‘bum-bag’ and exit the station with your puny muscles tensed and your legs freshly shaven from that rare night you chose to indulge in house-hold luxuries such as your Mother’s Gillette ‘Venus’. We know that no night is complete for you lads without a bit of shopping cart vandalism, car keying and possibly some burnouts if your mates manage to steal a beaten up car that someone carelessly left in a vacant parking lot.

You give this country a bright future, lads. Soldier on and continue fighting the good fight. Remember, the enemy isn’t your drug or alcohol addiction, it isn’t the people who wronged you… Hell, it isn’t even poverty, crime or corruption… The enemy is society. So on behalf of anyone else in this country so appreciative of your presence and ruthless efforts to make life shit for law-abiding citizens I say thank you for waging suburban guerrilla warfare with your own fellow countrymen.

Stay aware – visit The Daily Heckle for the latest on lad sightings and encounters.

Resolutions and Reflections

I think it’s fitting that I dedicate this blog to the events of 2008, as well as the events to come in 2009. I’ve been thinking hard about a New Years’ resolution, but haven’t landed on one as of yet. But to sum up my whereabouts lately, I’ve been drinking and partying excessively, I’m never home and I’m yet to accredit any constructive activities to my end of 2008/start of 2009 holiday season. Oh well… Here goes…

2008 started with a twist – in some ways it was a lucky start to the year coming off the back of 2007. I was offered my old job back as a casual, so money wasn’t a problem when it came to  starting uni. The University of Technology Sydney scared the shit out of me initially, seeing as I was a loner and never went to the I.T camp like the rest of the grade. It took me a good three weeks to settle in but after that I think I started leaving some sort of an impression on people as my friend count increased rapidly on campus. As for academic performance, well… After 2008 I’ve come to the realisation that I.T just ain’t my thing. I love web and design, but I think the science and mechanics of I.T are a bit too overbearing for me. Anyway, I’ve learnt the hard way and I vow never to fail any other subjects as of 2009… Hey, maybe that can be my new years’ resolution? Ok, that’ll do.

Other stuff that happened… I scored a new job with a web marketing company which is going great. It’s a job I actually enjoy and the people I work with are really cool, plus I get to work alongside someone who is beginning to come one of my closest mates. Other positives of 2008 include me getting fit again and getting back into soccer which is cool. But overall, I think it’s the memories of 2008 that’ll leave a permanent imprint on me, stuff like my tyres freezing over and nearly getting caught in a blizzard on a snow trip, playing drunken basketball in a Kings’ Cross alley, actually riding a horse for the first time ever, meeting one of my favourite bands, shenanigans in Wollongong, my Grandad (RIP), hitting up Melbourne for the Big Day Out… There’s a lot more but these are just the memories that stand out the most. Anyway, for all of the friends I gained and lost in 2008 I thank you for being a part of my life as you’ve made it all the more interesting. Oh, and I’d like to thank my hair and its (at times) iridescent nature – I seemed to have a different colour or shade each week at the start of 2008, ha.

For those that know me I’ll see you around in 2009. Enjoy the rest of your holidays.

Christmas unleashes caged beasts

After seeing and hearing some of the stories surrounding the maniacal period that is Christmas, I’ve come to the realisation that Christmas brings out the animal in some people. This animal, fueled by good intentions, acts completely paradox to its’ cause. The Christmas beast thrives on pure instinct, forgets any form of human etiquette and grace, and functions on pure greed. Something as simple as an empty parking space drives the beast into a frenzy as it pushes aside its’ fellow man to devour the open opportunity. Yes, bald guy at Macarthur Square who reversed into my parking space when I had my indicator on for a recognisable period of time, I’m talking to you. If I wasn’t busy being awesome, I would have graciously opened my door and punched you in the face through your window.

To that guy I say, Merry Christmas asshole

Top ten bands of all time

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, another cliche surmounting from copious hours of nothing to do… Well yeah, that’s pretty much it. At the same time, I’ve always wanted to do this. Here are my top ten most influential artists of all time. For those who know me you might see some and think “what the fuck” but here it is in black and white:

1. Nine Inch Nails – Wow, wasn’t that blatantly obvious. But the reasons why these guys are number one is the irrefutable fact that their music has brought out sides to me in which I didn’t know existed. I guess that’s something to be grateful for, as well as their undeniable ability to compose epic visceral soundscapes, digital loops and manic melodies. As hard as it is to isolate a singular album for recommended listening, I’m going to have to say “The Downward Spiral” to give you an idea of what Trent Reznor is capable of.
2. Switchblade Symphony – I was introduced to this band when I was turning seventeen. It took me a while to grasp what they were all about, but then they started to grow on me and I became hooked for life. Two women, one belting out insanely good ethereal vocals and the other one engineering melancholic dream-like melodies. Get into “Serpentine Gallery“, a darkwave motion-picture.
3. The Birthday Massacre – I’ve been listening to them for a few years now and finally getting the chance to see them live was mind-blowing. This band probably re-asserts my obsession with female vocalists and my subconscious habits of engaging with music that evokes thought. Listen to “Walking with Strangers“, truly mind-blowing.
4. David Bowie – This man is incredible and to me epitomizes good music. The whole space chameleon thing has always had a huge influence on me, and it seems as though his musical innovation and his image will always be omnipresent in popular culture. My pick for Bowie of course would be “Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders from Mars“.
5. Nirvana – When I was younger I threw myself into a world of garage and grunge, only to emerge with a deepened appreciation of 90s rock and its punk rock counterparts. Nirvana were everything to me back then and that band still shapes a part of me that people know today. I know it sounds retarded but I guess I identified the neglect and isolation I felt within myself with what Kurt Cobain was trying to convey through his music.  Favourite album has to be “In Utero“
6. The Smashing Pumpkins – Music so raw and full of untamed emotion. Billy Corgan’s voice eats through you like a branding iron to a stick of butter. For most people this band is definitely an acquired taste, but to me they are unparalleled. I recommend listening to “Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness“, it’s a double disc album of unmeasurable extremes.
7. Sonic Youth – Art-rock distortion, punk rock sensibilities and just plain fucking weird. Another band I listened to religiously when I was mid-teens. I read an interview once where they asked Thurston about his musical methods to which he simply replied “I can’t read music… In my mind I can barely even play the fucking guitar.” Or something like that. Anyway check out “Dirty” and let me know what you think.
8. The Cult – This band wrote what has to be one of my favourite songs of all time. They’re a classic rock blend with a bit of glam and a bit of 80s metal thrown in for good measure. Ian Astbury has a phenomenal voice, and the sound of the band is unique in its own right. Check out their album “Love“.
9. Placebo – Abiding by my darker tastes in music, yes Placebo are in my top ten. When I first heard them I thought Brian Molko was a chick but then I put two and two together an discovered that he was a bi-lingual sex tourist. I really identify with the vivacious prowess of his vocals over a melodic but sullen soundscape. Listen to “Without You I’m Nothing” and you’ll see what I mean.
10. Coal chamber – Vociferous fury over hammering drums and sledges of guitar.  Need I say more? No I’m just getting lazy, but listen to “Chamber Music“.

Jurassic Mark

Hey…

For all of those who read my last chronology of blogs (I’m referring to my reclusive buddy list of about 3 people… heh) I’ve decided to switch to the fresh vibe of a WordPress blog. There’s a few reasons behind this… however the main reason being the flexibility and freedom of being able to customize your page in an environment that’s easy to navigate. 

I suppose I should let you know where I am right now and what I intend to make of this new blog… Well, to the latter point I can simply say ’something’ (I don’t know what yet). As to where I am at the moment, well my brain activity is somewhat going through something of an ice-age in an attempt to evolve out of my own primitive, and to keep the metaphor consistent, ‘Jurassic‘ ways. Basically, with all of this free time on my hands I am on a relentless crusade to do something constructive and break the imaginary confines of laziness. On the agenda for this summer:

1. Fitness – I’m off to an awesome start already… I’m playing indoor soccer every Tuesday, going for a 3-4km run every Sunday and working out pretty much any chance I can get.
2. Embracing my Inner Geek – Yeah, I’ll admit it, although my University grades speak otherwise of me right now the truth is I’m becoming a bit of a geek. I love my new job and I’ve discovered a passion for the web. 
3. Write more – Hence the new blog, fresh start, and yeah. Kind of sick to death of my mind rotting away through my die-hard habits of Coffee and TV, and feeling abysmal with popular culture stunting my thought patterns.  

Anyway I feel like I’ve said enough to get this thing up and running… But I will leave you with the promise of only ever posting content that’s engaging — How about some news, reviews and funny encounters with booze? Let’s put an end to this schmooze and move forward from the ‘Jurassic Mark’ era.