Archive for the ‘Ramblings’ Category
This is Brasil! - June 14th, 2014

Maybe i should just turn this inti a travel blog as that seems to be the only time i have to write now. I assume no-one is following this anymore anyway so this is more like a digital time capsule when some unlucky sod types the wrong string into google. It’s World Cup time again. […]

Wherever i may roam - October 5th, 2013

So now i can leave my blog unattended from my phone…i’m so modern…

Where everything is a question? - November 13th, 2012

I’m not even going to bother with the obligatory apologies and excuses for not having written earlier. I still enjoy writing but my lifestyle has changed somewhat and does not allow me to keep this up. I’ll still keep it there and will write when I can but I’m not going to go so far as to make any promises for future output levels. I have a 3 month sabbatical at the moment so am writing from my Sister’s balcony in Sydney and so far have the impetus to write, though that may dwindle. The 30 songs in 30 days? Dead! Over! Forget it. Move along, there is nothing to see here.

Dear WordPress… - May 23rd, 2011

…Thanks again for fucking up my layout! I don’t have time to post and now I have to find time to fix up your shitty css updates! Sincerely, Tomi

Stay tuned!!! - May 19th, 2011

So my web-bloggy thingy is up for renewal again. I’ve posted something like 7 times since last renewal. That makes it an extortionate amount for someone that writes in notepad and posts when i have the time and inclination. Anyway i’ll propbably end up doing it. I have a plan for 30 days of posts….sounds exciting doesn’t it??? Anyway in the meantime…consider this:

I spend half my time feeling sorry for myself because of the way i see this world..the other half i spend feeling sorry for those who can’t see it this way…

The best song about gang-rape ever - December 19th, 2010

Why can’t self-deprecating humour or observations be just what it says on the box? Why does it always have to be a cry for sympathy or reassurance? If i say my food poisoning was welcomed as i could probably do with losing a bit of weight…it is because i am probably 15 or 20 kilos over weight, not because i want the recipient of my humour to try to tell me I’m not. If i don’t think i’m technical enough to pass a techie interview that would be because i’m entirely self-taught and didn’t cover all the basics but skipped to the parts i actually use. I make independent observations about myself all the time, but when i tell other people about them it makes them uncomfortable and resort to stupid reassuring comments that mean fuck all to anyone with half a brain. Yet if i make these observations about someone else – oh that’s insightful, oh yeah i never thought of it like that, you know you’re right they do that because of that. I can’t be introspective? Maybe not with relationships…i’ll concede to that one but in everyday observations i can’t see why i can’t say the things that i do. It’s not me being depressed or a cry for help…im just pointing out cause and effect…

Why can’t we not be sober? - November 20th, 2010

Have you ever noticed how abstinence is the only thing that is regarded as an achievement that involves simply doing nothing. I did nothing today – You fucking lazy shit! I didn’t drink today – well done!

Have you ever watched old people? I mean not just watching them as they walk at an ever decreasing pace in front of you. I mean i walk slow but i’ve seen retarded, one-legged ants cover a greater distance than some of them. They would probably be able to move faster if they just jumped and let the earth’s rotation move underneath them. But i mean proper watched them from some vantage point? waiting for a train or something like that? Sooner or later they will stop and check what they’re doing…as if they are not 100% sure they should be doing it. Like when they randomly stop everyone around you at the airport to get their bag swabbed and you’re not really sure if you are allowed to walk through or they are going to call in special ops to hunt you down…

and now the end is near… - October 28th, 2010

Ok so I actually wrote this a few months ago but haven’t gotten around to posting it. Deal with it. So after a few less than comfortable flights i finally lucked out. Seated in 75E which probably doesn’t sound that good…except it’s actually the very last row in a 747, the center part…and there’s no one in 75G, F or D. That’s right folks…this little black duck has 4 seats to himself at the back of the plane. So at the moment i have what is left over of my beef ragout on the table to my left…my laptop on the table in front of me and a glass of red and my ipod on the table to my right…and the 4th table rested.

This one’s for you (31 Songs) - September 15th, 2010

Just as an aside…i started writing this the other day and put it off for a bit. So it’s in a totally different mood than now where i am sitting in Coogee Palace Hotel having a beer and usurping their free internet. I probably wouldn’t have written such a mundane post had i known. I think i would be arrested for perversion if i lived by the beach. You just can’t help it. It’s not even freaking summer yet. I feel dirty. She’s probably 16…ish.

Seems like I’ve been here before - September 8th, 2010

I’m pretty sure when i die they will discover that i had some sort of syndrome – Matt Syndrome – which was never discovered cause it didn’t affect people as violently and extreme as the syndromes which are discovered…it kind of just affected them a little bit…

Is it dangerous?
No ma’am, just bothersome…
What does it do?
You will feel eternally tired