So Long, I've Been Waiting

Listening to: Cog - Naming The Elephant
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Take two a day, all again
Get out of my way, all again
You're late for work, all again
Feels like this life's
Slipping away


So David Hicks is out of Guantanamo Bay and has returned to Adelaide to finish his sentence.


Who fucking cares?


Does it really need to be the top story in all forms of media, print, radio and TV? Foes the world really have nothing else to do than to read/watch what this self-confessed terrorist ate on the plane flight (that my taxes helped to pay for) home? What movie he watched? What he wore as he walked off the plane? How big the security guards who escorted him were? Which gate of the Air Force Base he was taken out of? What roads he travelled to get to Yatala Gaol?

Honestly, is that the best the media could come up with? The man is a terrorist. Self confessed, too. Course, who really knows how truthful his confession was. After all, you'd probably say what you needed to after having been treated so poorly for so long.

But honestly, can't we focus on happier news? The dude's out of the Guantanamo Gulag, and into more virtual-solitary in Adelaide while the folks up-on-high figure out what the hell to do with him. I don't need to know what his plans are for when he gets out; what university course he wants to study.

Blah Blah Blah.

Move on, please.

When Packaging Designers Go Bad

It's a looong story. :-)

My day gone

Listening to: Fear Factory - Machines Of Hate

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I leave for work at 6:45am, and this has been the view a few times this week:


I leave work at 5:00pm, and this has been the view on my way home:


Losing basically a whole day of sunlight is quite a depressing feeling. The price of working for The Man I guess.

Every Breath Leaves Me One More To My Last

Listening to: Dream Theater - Pull Me Under

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When I was younger, I used to spend a lot of time building plastic models of cars, aircraft, ships and anything else I felt like making. I wuold go into the hobby shop, much like other kids in candy stores, and spend hours (or at least what felt like hours) ogling all the kits that were on the shelves. I would look at the huge 1:15 scale Formula One car kits up on the "top shelf" that was always waaay out of my price range. With my jaw on it's way to the floor, I would drool over the complete kits that were on display in the glass cabinets, amazed at the level of detail the maker had put into it. The exhaust stains from the exit pipes on the Spitfire engine; the grease marks around the drag car engines. It never failed to impress me.

Occasionally, I would also flip through the model-making magazines in the newpaper shops, gob-smacked by the effort the top-line makers would put into their work, even going so far as to scratch-build models, something I still struggle to comprehend.

Recently, I have been working on a little side project here at work (to be announced further down the line), and while investigating and researching said project, I came across a whole new arena of model makers that I never knew existed.

The art of origami is something I grew up fascinated by, but never did I realise paper modelmaking was so huge. I think the best example of this is Yamaha Motorcycle Company's Japanese website, where you can download highly detailed PDF files of paper model kits of their motorcycles, as well as animals and season scenes.

I printed out one of the motorcycle kits, and and am in awe of the people who have designed these kits. The level of detail is unbelieveable. Right down to individual wheel spokes, and chain - even the front struts are separate parts. But if you think that's detailed, check out the Ultra Realistic Model section, where you can download separate sections of a motorcycle. The exhaust system is enough to blow your mind. It'd take a fair bit of patience and time to build one of these kits. Guess who printed one out last week? ;-)