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I’ve been really wanting to turn this blog into a divelog of sorts, but fuck me if this winter is not fucking cold and no one wants to get in the water when it’s 0 degrees above water.


So I spent the better part of the last few months looking around for a Buoyancy Compensator Device to use when I’m diving instead of perpetually relying on club gear. Everyone talks about how Zeagle is an amazing brand so shit yeah, I’m totes going to get something good right? Measure twice, cut once kinda thing. Might as well get something good from the get go instead of working my way up through the bad stuff. Cue my looking to a certain scuba website which sold the gear and a whole lot of other stuff. Rates were cheap, free delivery worldwide, I was stoked. I was wrapped. And so I placed my order for one Zeagle Stiletto in hopes I’ll have it in time for the Melbourne Cup Weekend. Read More »

The RMIT Underwater club took to the seas at the end of June. Many issues with diving in and around this time of year in Melbourne, mainly to do with it being fucking cold, and it being FUCKING cold. I have no issues with the cold water, even if my semi-dry has more holes than swiss cheese. It’s the waking up at stupid o’clock to drive an hour and a half down to the boat ramp so I can be there by 9:30, and waiting out in the cold for another hour as the boat arrives late. Read More »

Reading through the thread about how to apply CF-Root your Samsung Galaxy S is an exercise in frustration. It’s one post with instructions on how to get it done, and 90 fucking pages of people asking “I’m on PDA version this this this, what do I use?” followed by silence and more people asking the same fucking question. Like, fine job OP with the kernel, but fuck sakes a list of kernels to download and no clear explanation of which kernel is for which version? It’s a fucking mess.

Anyway. If you’re here, you’re like me wondering which of the many kernels do you use to get CF-Root on your Galaxy S which just so happens to run on DXJPA. I thought I’d try the XW_XEE_JPA version, but that did fuck all for me. The answer lay 59(!) fucking pages in, where some helpful random says this;

DXJPA use this

Tested and got Recovery 2e.

So there’s your answer. Gotta dig through 91 fucking pages just to get that kind of information which could’ve just been compiled into a list somewhere… too much fucking trouble.

Coming up short feels like the story of my life man. Story of my fucking life. I’ve just got to work harder because it doesn’t look as if I’m about to get any handouts this year.

I’ve got plenty of excuses for why I hardly ever write here anymore, mostly to do with thee fact that it’s so much easier not writing thee longest most thought out posts on the world, instead just saying how I feel in 180 characters our less.

Yet here I am, not doing this over twitter, instead opting to bring this back from the grave.I’m probably going to regret this. Especially looking at all the posts that I stated, but never finished. Hush. I’ll probably find a better way to do this. For now though, it’s just you, me, and my words.

Let me ramble thanks.

Maybe it isn’t so accurate. Or something. Here’s the blub for all the thingos on it.


You often feel balanced and on top of things, even when those around you are freaking out. You’re in a pretty good state all the time, and not subject to drastic mood swings.

You don’t usually react before you think; you’re not ruled by your emotions.


You strive to master everything you undertake. You tend to learn quickly and do not shy away from challenges.

You are not a “que sera sera” type of person, nor do you go easy on yourself when attempting to master a new skill or get a job done.


You enjoy being around others and others enjoy being around you. You have a “live and let live” attitude; because you know that no one’s perfect, you are forgiving and happy to give the benefit of the doubt.

You don’t feel the need to be controversial or express contrary opinions all the time. You see no reason to go around rubbing people the wrong way.


You trust your your instincts. What others may see as rash behavior is, for you, simply going with your gut. Individuals with a high score on the “impulsive” trait tend to try new, sometimes outrageous, things.

You are not timid. For you, spending time microscopically examining the pros and cons of every decision means never getting anything accomplished.


You get done what you need to get done without pondering “hidden meanings” or feeling compelled to figure out how everything works; you’re happy taking things as they are, dealing with them, and moving on.

You’re not obsessed with getting to the bottom of everything. For instance, as long as you know what someone did you don’t necessarily need to know why they did it.


You are a “glass half-full” kind of person, always on the lookout for the silver lining. Your happiness is contagious, which is why others like to be around you.

You do not feel that the world is an intrinsically depressing place; you are not the kind of “realist” who thinks that only fools find joy in life.


You look before you leap, think before you act, consider what you’re about to say before you open your mouth to speak; that’s why you rarely have to eat your words.

You usually don’t get excited easily or blurt out the first thing that comes to mind without considering the consequences.


You are thoughtful, rational, and comfortable in the world of ideas. People find you interesting to talk to. You’re the living embodiment of the saying “You learn something new every day.” In general, those with a high score on the “intellectual” trait are employed in such fields as teaching and research, and are enthusiastic about reading, foreign films, and classical music.

You do not avoid abstract conversation, experimenting with new ideas, or studying new things. It bores you to stick to the straight and narrow of what you already know.


You are a private person, not very comfortable in a big group, and view excessive socializing as a waste of time.

You not prefer hanging out with others to spending time alone; you do not tend to feel at home in a crowded room, club, stadium, or auditorium.


You are an honest, fair person. You don’t lie or cheat to get ahead. You treat others with respect and hope for the same in return.

You do not feel that you are above the rules that everyone else follows; you are definitely not willing to do whatever it takes to get ahead.

So, does that sound like me? Reckon it does. Now go.

Doors opened at 8 pm, but the music only really began at 10:45. Oh sure there was Mission Control at 9:15, but the Melbourne based band was more self indulgent rather than entertaining. Or perhaps I was just expecting to go to a show and get more than an hour’s worth of Metric. So yes, Mission Control. The vocals were a mess, not because the singer was bad, but because of the sheer amount of effects going on. I couldn’t see the stage floor, but I’m almost certain it was littered with more effects pedals than there was floor space. I didn’t particularly dig their music, but warmed up to it by the time they had to get off. That was about 10, 10:15 or so. Only another half hour til Metric comes on.

If I am not mistaken, their setlist last night at the Billboard went a little something like this;

Twilight Galaxy
Satellite Mind
Monster Hospital
Gold Guns Girls
Gimme Sympathy
Sick Muse
Dead Disco
Help I’m Alive
Stadium Love

Live It Out

There was a little bit extra after Empty which I wasn’t too sure about but whatev. Twilight Galaxy was a pretty kick ass song to start with, but when they started really rocking it up towards the end of the song with full on distortion and Emily Haines head banging. It was a rather short set, slightly over an hour, but it was intense.

Other highlights… Watching the sea of hands rise up with Emily Haines’ tambourine as she reaches the chorus for Help I’m Alive… and pretty much anything James Shaw did. He’s a demon on that guitar. Oh yeah, also, when Mission Control went off stage so they could clear the way for Metric (or Imperial as they’re known in the States) to perform. At least they came up with a decent joke while at it. Oh yeah. I had tears in my eyes when they played Satellite Mind, and I don’t know why.

Turns out that sometimes I do get my wish for a little drama in life. It’s come, it’s gone, and I’m glad it’s gone. I’d go for the mundane any time of day. I’ve no complaints, things happen, they happen, we happen.

Unlike someone cunt-flap who relishes being up to their eyeballs in drama (despite denying it), I think I’m quite satisfied with the amount of drama I’ve had to put up with and will make do with being dull. Or drunk. Or something in between.

On a sidenote, how’d you lose your fucking passport? Take it around town with you did you? Good work.

No not really hurt, unless you consider my raw fingers. To keep busy, I picked up my guitar again and learn me a new song to play. Find attached, the result of about a day’s worth of practice. I’d probably do better after a few more days of playing this tune to death. But, might as well get this over and done with before I actually get bored of playing the song.

Presenting, my cover of Johnny Cash’s cover of the Nine Inch Nails song, Hurt. Also, be on the look out for one word which I managed to mix up in there. Trying to sing the song through memory when I hardly remember the lyrics probably didn’t help.

Also. I’m shy and thus won’t be showing any of my face 😛