I've Got Lots Of Pictures In My Blog

This just in: I've got some pictures for ya!

Teddies (those purple stamps) and TED-ies at Hard-Fi.

Air guitar solos are always appropriate. They're worth double points in meetings.

No AFL grand final is complete without little kids holding giant sheets and waving them. It's second only to doing "The Sheedy"!

Hoover, the caped feline crusader.

Will and his huge bone!

Chalking up a Bender night victory, on the night most decided not to drink. Got me second place overall!

The MySpace stage at Thank God It's Over. The bands and fans alike seemed to love MySpace. One guy actually had a T-shirt saying "Add me as your friend".

I don't recall them rebuilding the Six Million Dollar Man with chip packets and cardboard...?

I don't even remember taking this, but this is a "Mastercard" pose.

The best and most appropriate numberplate ever.

Madmen of Hockey

Bonjour, monsieurs et mesdames! NHL 2k7 for the Xbox 360 is out and Josh is knee deep in it. So much so he's writing these. It's a class act (can you say "tickling the twine"?) and he loves hockey.

It takes a certain kind of man in this country to love ice hockey, or to love ice hockey video games obsessively. Well it takes a certain kind of madman to write about a fictional game that only you see. Count me down as that kind of madman.

It was about this time last Jacques Chirac-tober that I stopped writing for my Florida Panthers dynasty. Seriously, I played the games and then made those report thingees for 1 person + a bunch of total strangers to read.

If that's not lame enough (which it is), the total strangers there believe that HTML is the be-all and end-all of quality reporting. Unfortunately none of them understand that if I wanted to use heaps of HTML, I'd post it on my own fucking site!

I just love hockey and American football commentary. They have like a set of 100 phrases and emphasise the crap out of each word when they pull 'em out.

While I'm talking hockey, I saw the San Jose Sharks v Detroit Red Wings game on Fox Sports 3 last week. 5-1 Sharks, baby! I'm tipping them for the Stanley Cup, such is my respect for the GM, coach, big Joe Thornton and their incredible depth. Plus a good thrashing of the Wings always puts a team in my good book. Old habits die hard, eh?

I'm Not Showing You "The Goods" Yet

Salut! By request, I'm posting a blog to let you know the score (and because he put my name first). The heat of the uni slog is just about done, because the exams I've got aren't concerning me much.

I've been uploading videos (sources can confirm that I was the first in our group to do so; you may address me as Pioneer Pat) but unsurprisingly, they have a way of falling into the wrong hands. If you're that bored, fire me an email and I'll hook you up...but, you know, not like a hooker would hook you up...

...that costs extra. À bientôt!

Post Script, or as George Foreman would say, "interesting side note": I do realise that the majority of the readership has buggered off throughout the mid-Sept to mid-Oct blog famine, but y'all are free to comment whenever you want more.

Jacques Chiractober, Oktoberfest und un petit mot

En première, bienvenue à Jacques Chirac-tober! Ce n'était pas un mois hyperfantastique, mais c'est célébre, hein? J'aime faire mon petit mordit quand c'est possible. Maintenant, excusez-moi pour le Français, mais en Français vrai est à la mode des Français, c'est seulement quoi j'ai dire. Je suis désolée! (Mais en vérité, je m'en fiche. Corrigez-moi et tu te dévénu mort!)

Zweiten, heute war Oktoberfest hier zur Arbeit, um zwei Uhr. Unter, in der ersten Etage, es hat das Bier und die Würste. Ich glaube es schmeckt gut. Entschuldigung, ich kann nicht spreche die Deutsche sprache! Mein Deutsch ist kaputt. Scheiße! Uh... die Tastatur und die Bücher liegt vor dem Schreibtisch. Ja, das passt gut...

Thirdly, thanks for stopping by. I know a lot of other people have taken up the challenge of blogging and I'm planning to raise my game a little in the near future (provided I'm not swamped at work - shouldn't happen until the new year at least though). Just between you and me, confined to the privacy of the Internet, that virtual cornershop of society, I bought a webcam. Fill in the blanks yourselves.