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During the week I turned 32. Not a huge milestone, and let’s be honest, there’s only one fundamental thing you need to do to reach this point (or really any point in ones life) and that is to successfully manage not to die.

To most, this wouldn’t seem like a huge achievement, and believe me – I have a lot more ambitious goals and aspirations other than simply staying alive… but given the last 12 months (and the 30 years prior to that) it sometimes surprises me that, for the most part, I’ve managed to clumsily fumble my way through 32 years and 3 days (and counting) unscathed.

After a wall full of Facebook birthday wishes, dinner’s with parents and friends, cake at work and a few bottles of wine inbetween – it came to the birthday celebration I was looking forward to most – Good Vibes 2011.

Due to poor organisation on my part, the day started a little later than anticipated, but a healthy breakfast of KFC and a quick visit to the shops managed to get that all sorted and I was on the road.

The first thing that hits you when you go to any Aussie summer festival is the lack of clothing worn. There were sooooo many pairs of denim short short shorts around that if you stitched them all together you might just manage to make a full pair of jeans!

Now don’t get me wrong – I like looking at girls butts just as much as the next guy (and trust me, there were a lot of very fine butts to observe), but I just don’t see the appeal in these shorts. It almost doesn’t seem to matter how good your legs and/or butts are – very few chicks actually look good in them. Then there’s the pockets that hang out the bottom. The second you try and put things in these pockets, it looks like you’re sporting a colostomy bag. I’m desperately hoping that others agree with this because if not, I’m starting to sound like my hair looks – old.

Anyways, onto the festival – I arrived in time to see the end of Tim & Jean’s set and quickly headed for the alcoholic slushy stand. In 38 degree heat with limited shaded areas – it’s important to stay hydrated! Wandered around a bit more and caught some of Koolism’s set followed by another couple of very tasty slushies which lead me to a nice shady spot on the hill to listen to Hungry Kids of Hungary.

While sitting on this hill I found myself pondering the festival layout. Things like where the stages, toilets, bars, stalls and food areas were positioned and ways they could have been re-arranged for better access and accoustics. As I was playing my own little version of Sim Festival and enjoying the fumes wafting over from a nearby group of people smoking, I realised my latest round of slushies had vanished and I was starting to feel hungry.

A big plate of the Curry Hut’s Satay Special, a healthy dollop of hot sauce and now onto beer I was ready for some Friendly Fires and a bit of Mike Posner’s cheesy pop. Then over to listen to the mellow vibe served up by Kiwi’s with horns (you don’t see a lot of bands bring-out the brass these days) Fat Freddie’s Drop.

More beers and I think another slushy or two… by this stage I had lost count… Nas & Damian Marley came on. Marley has the longest dreads I have ever seen! But before they could finish, I wanted to get over to the main stage to get a good spot for one of my favorite groups of all time – Faithless.

This meant listening to the last few songs of Kelis. At one stage her milk shakes may have brought all the boys to the yard, but now it just seemed like she had run out of her own songs to sing and was just covering and mashing-up a bunch of other random stuff.

Once she had finished, I shuffled my way to the front and got myself a great spot ready for Faithless.

Before I go any further, I just want to try and explain how much I like Faithless. My taste in music is very eclectic and I listen to a LOT of different stuff. As a result, I always find it tricky to say who my favorite band or singer is. There are styles of music I like better than others and there are albums that mark definitive times in my life which can and will never be forgotten. But often as artists and bands evolve, their sounds change and sometimes I only like an album or two, which, in my mind, doesn’t categorise that group as being a ‘favorite’.

That being said, I like ALL of Faithless’ albums and their music has accompanied me through many experiences. Some good. Some bad. Some have been half-way around the world. But all very memorable and all very special.

So to finally see them perform live is something that is difficult to put into words. But I’ll try.

The stage was setup with a lights, projectors and a jungle gym of drums – one drummer seated, the other standing and often jumping around. Lead and bass guitars jamming out the tracks, back-up singers (which took the forefront on a few tracks) with Sister Bliss sparkling away behind her wall of keyboards and Maxi Jazz’s toned yet somewhat skeletal form shirtless with a suit-jacket.

The set-list incorporated a good mix of their old classics like Insomnia and God is a DJ (both of which my feet barely touched the ground while they were playing), to some of their more political tracks like Mass Destruction and Bombs not to miss their newer (but just as good) songs like Tweak Your Nipple and Not Going Home.

It was pure energy, bliss and joy from the moment they walked onto the stage all the way through to their final encore of We Come One (which had the crowd waving their fingers and singing along with like a church choir).

Amidst all the rock-star energy and excitement, Maxi still manages to be one of the most humble entertainers I’ve seen.

For so many reasons – this will be a night I will never ever forget.

Hehe… the title of this post reminds me when Aaron Green (Jonah Hill) was stabbed in the heart with an adrenalin needle in “Get Him To The Greek”…

But what actually encouraged me to start writing again was the first few words spoken in the newish BBC Series – Sherlock (not sure if it’s going to be good or not yet, but the ads seemed ok).

In the first 5 minutes it has the modernised version of Watson seeing a psychiatrist to help him deal with his post-military trauma and trying to help him adjust to civilian life again. She says to him “Writing a blog about everything that happens to you will honestly help you” to which he replies “Nothing ever happens to me”.

Over the last twelve months I haven’t been blogging (or tweeting or facebooking…. or doing much in the social media sphere)… but it’s certainly not because nothing has happened to me. It has been quite the opposite.

This time last year I was in a long-term relationship with a son, a house and a cute little dog. Things may have seemed quite good and to be honest, they were. Although, like most products made these days – it was not meant to last – despite everyone’s best efforts. Well to be honest, perhaps not my best efforts, but hopefully not my worst either.

After eight years of ups and downs (like all relationships), we decided that it was time to move-on and split-up. The initial split didn’t happen quite as gracefully as the last sentence would imply, but despite a few heated words and some foolish actions (once again, on my part), the break-up was quite amicable. I still spend time with Caleb most weeks and Kristy and I are still friends.

I moved out, but had troubles finding a place to live for a few months and spent that time living between friends places and work.

Finally I found a place – moved-in and all was peachy… for about 3 months. Then the landlord decided to put-up the rent. Even though the increase wasn’t that much – I just couldn’t afford it.

Fortunately, a friend had just purchased an investment property nearby and offered to rent it to me while they fixed it up. The place needed some work and I didn’t have a functional kitchen for a couple of months, but the rent is affordable and they’ve been including me in the renovation process, so it’s actually been quite interesting.

Within a couple of months of moving into the new place, I had a reasonably major car accident. Fortunately no one was injured (other than my car) and unlike my admissions of fault earlier in the post – I can quite adamantly state that this accident was certainly not my fault.

It took the assessors a couple of weeks to determine whether or not to write my car off – during which time my insurance wouldn’t give me a hire car because if they decided to write-off my car, I wouldn’t have qualified for one. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) they decided not to write it off… but during the time my car was in the shop (and the build-up to that decision)…

I started walking a lot more and taking public transport.

This didn’t work-out too well for me (the walking part, not the public transport). I figured I was just drastically unhealthy due to the fact I haven’t done exercise for years and spend all my waking hours in front of a computer… and when I’m not working or dicking around on the internet I’m usually drinking or sleeping.

But my inability to walk the slightest distance without feeling faint started to cause some concern. I brushed this off as nothing serious until it reached the point where I couldn’t stay-up until sun-rise drinking alcoholic slushies, wine, scotch and various flavours of shots at my mate (and business parter)’s wedding. This was when I knew there was something wrong.

So I went to the doctor, who did the usual examination and suggested I get a blood test. A few hours later he called me back saying the blood results were in and I needed to get to a hospital ASAP.

Turns-out I somehow had two litres less blood than I should and as a result I was critically anemic.

I spent the following couple of weeks in hospital getting blood transfusions, blood tests, iron infusions, x-rayed, ultrasounded, poked, prodded and uncomfortably tested in ways I’d rather not discuss. Even after an endoscopy and colonoscopy they still couldn’t definitively establish exactly how I had lost the blood.

Their best educated guess was that I had a stomach ulcer that had ruptured and slowly released blood into my stomach in such small quantities it was either passed without me noticing or possibly even dissolved by my stomach acids. Due to the small quantities of blood loss, my body didn’t realise it was missing, so it didn’t replace it.

This most likely went on for 6 (or more) months and over that time my body had slowly been adjusting to the limited supply of blood – until I started trying to do the most minimal of physical activity causing my body to give-up.

While they couldn’t gain a definitive answer as to where my blood went – they did find a bunch of other stuff wrong with me – including that I have a hernia placing a large part of my stomach somewhere in my chest. Fortunately this is quite common and hasn’t affected my day-to-day life (although I am booked-in for surgery at some stage in the next 12 months so they can put my stomach back to where it should be).

Since getting out of hospital a few months ago – I’ve been feeling better than ever. I’ve lost about 5Kg, I’m doing more exercise and feel a lot fitter and healthier than I have in years.

Amongst all this, work has had its ups and downs (unfortunately more downs than ups lately) and although there are still a few challenges ahead, things seem to be heading in the right direction… and Queensland has been hit with two of the worst natural disasters in over three decades.

So if you had of said to me this time last year that over the next twelve months you’ll come out of an 8+ year relationship, live out of a backpack for a couple of months, move house twice, nearly total your car, discover a very serious (and without attention, potentially life threatening) health condition, hire staff, fire staff, have your city resemble Atlantis and neighboring cities being blown away… I would never have believed you.

Makes me wonder what will happen over the next 12 months

Scotty’s Australia Day party was good – it turns-out that it was hosted at his place, so I didn’t feel like I was crashing once I discovered that, although not knowing anyone other than Scott made it a bit awkward.

I also realised that when we used to hang-out and drink together, it was always in a group situation. Nearly 10 years ago I’d spend most nights of the week drinking with a combination of Scott, Con, Gerard and a selection of other guys (usually bar-staff, bouncers or other figures from the clubbing industry), sometimes uni mates, other old school friends, neighbors and often a few people that I’d know to say “hi” to, but would have no clue as to who they really were or why they were there.

As you could imagine, from such a wide selection of people, there were always interesting stories and drunken adventures happening followed by hung-over recovery sessions around the pool. So while we all spent a fair bit of time together, the one commonality was the ‘group’ dynamic. Take the group away and the conversation sort-of dries-up after an hour or so.

This is what happened on Australia Day.

I tried a bit of mingling but that didn’t work-out so great as I discovered I’m really old.

The age factor has never really bothered me too much since I act like a child most of the time anyway and no matter how daggy I am, I still believe I’m ‘cool’ in my own special way (in the same way a blind person thinks they look good when they walk past a mirror).

However I found myself talking to one girl who asked how I knew Scott… so I explained that we knew each other from school and used to go clubbing a fair bit when we were in our late teens through to our early/mid 20′s. It was at this point you could tell she was trying to do some quick maths, then a startled look swept across her face and she said “Wow, that must make you like 27 or 28!” I replied “No, I’m actually 30… turning 31 next month” and she almost fell off her chair.

I think that was the first time I seriously felt like I was a pensioner who crashed a teenagers party.

Despite some awkward silences and some people clearly thinking I was in need of a Zimmer frame, it didn’t stop me enjoying a suitable amount of beer before I decided I’d head home in time for an afternoon Nana-nap

The rest of the week was, well, a standard work week.

Over the weekend that just flew past, we pimped-out our puppy George.

A friend-of-a-friend gave us a call recently and explained that one of their two female Maltese Shih Tzus was on heat and they were thinking about breading her. But they were lacking in the one crucial ingredient for this – a strapping male dog to step-up to the plate and sow his wild oats.

As they couldn’t find any dog that fit the description above, they thought perhaps our crazy little fluff-ball George might be interested. So, we pimped him out for the weekend in the hopes he can help make lots of cute little puppies that too will resemble the lint a giant may pluck from their belly button.

In exchange for George’s humping skills (which he regularly practices on anything that moves), we’ve asked if we can have one of the new puppies – this time a little girl dog.

So, if George did a good job with the ‘bow-chicka-bow-wow’, hopefully in the not-too-distant-future, he’ll have a play-mate to run around with and continue his legacy of destroying anything chewable that we leave lying around the house.

Since I’ve been a fairly slack blogger lately, I thought I’d try something new and blog during otherwise unutilized time (like now – I’m on a train to another Australia Day party… so pease forgive spelling and gramatical errors).

Chances are this will probably be as successful as my last attempt to create some form of blogging enthusiasm (the 365 project)… Which didn’t even last a week… But I think it’s important to try new things regardless of the end-result.

So after the Christmas / New Years hype, it was back to work. The first week was a little less productive than usual since Con was still in town and we spent some time catching-up. Some of this time may have involved a few quiet drinks

The night before he left, we had dinner over at Con’s folks place. Con’s sister and her hubby joined us and it was great to catch-up with everyone. Growing-up, Con’s family were more like an extension of my own and I can’t believe how long it’s been since I saw them all.

The week that followed consisted of lots of boring (but far more productive) work stuff and outside of business hours we spent our time cleaning and tidying our house and yard in anticipation of our Annual Australia Day Party.

Despite our best efforts (and the genuine belief we were totally prepaired for the event) when the day rolled around we found ourselves running around like blue-arsed flies (not entirely sure if I got that idiom correct but felt it was essential to try and squeeze-in some form of Aussie coloquilism).

Even though it didn’t fall on the true Australia Day (since it was on a Tuesday and we wanted a day to recover before having to head back to work) we held it on the Saturday before it was a great day.

Highlights included the green and gold jelly shots that had to be consumed whenever Rolf Harris’ song “Tie me kangaroo down sport” came-up in the shuffle of Triple J Hottest 100 songs from the last 5 years; The slip n’ slide; everyone’s effort to dress in aussie attire.

With the lowlight being me getting rather drunk and thinking it’d be a good idea to demonstrate how flexible i was (although Vicky started it by doing high kicks and the splits)… Which we then followed-up with an undie-run around the yard.

Overall was an awesome day.

As stated at the start of this post, I’m currently on my way to another Aussie gathering that my old drinking and clubbing buddie Scott (who I recently was reaquainted with) invited me to.

In true Scott form, I don’t believe it’s actually his party but that’s never stopped him before. Furthermore, despite being my age (aka old) Scott has and probably always will be 18… So today should be interesting. I’ll try and do another update over the next few days to let you know how it went.

Since Christmas for me is one big roller-coaster ride that starts on Christmas Eve and doesn’t stop until you’re throwing-up a little in your own mouth from all the family get-together’s, work do’s and drinking copious amounts of alcohol in-between just to make the whole experience bearable… I thought it would be soft to let you off lightly.

So here’s a recap of my Christmas… I hope you are sitting down and have a nice cup of coffee handy cause this could take a while.

Ok, the intro to this post was a little unfair. In all honesty, I love each and every one of the families I’m involved with and it’s always good to catch-up with everyone. It just irks me that it all gets squished into a few days of back-to-back activities.

But before I get to that, the couple of weeks leading up to Christmas were really very exciting. We went to see Arj Barker perform at the Powerhouse. As expected, he was awesomely funny, but I didn’t expect that his warm-up act would be equally as funny. So, if you hear of a guy named Joel Osborne touring (and not the one who’s an internet marketer who’s obviously used his online marketing skills to outrank the comedian of the same name), go and see him cause he’s great too. After the show, we bought a couple of Arj’s DVDs which he personally autographed for us.

The following weekend (or maybe two… I’ve lost track now) we had the Kintek Christmas Party. For those of you who don’t know, my web hosting company works closely with a number of web development firms and one that we’ve done a lot of work with over the years (and in the process become close personal friends) is a mob called Kintek.

The party was held at one of our joint clients – a wine bar called Bar Barossa. The food was great, as was the wine and their selection of international beers. After a lot of great conversation (that I’m sure became progressively more entertaining as the night went-on) Kristy and I were honoured to accept an offer from another client of mine – Chester’s Boutique Hotel in the Valley.

I’ve done a lot of stuff with the owner and helped him get a number of his sites online and in return he said that if we were ever in the area and needed a place to stay, just let him know. So the week before the party, I asked if the offer was still available and he hooked us up.

The room was awesome – in fact, the whole place is spectacular. It was once the owners personal residence that he converted into a guest house and now it’s grown to be a fully licensed boutique hotel. It’s quaint with about a dozen rooms which gives it a very warm atmosphere, but at the same time is classier than most hotels I’ve stayed at. Despite our stay only being overnight and still being in the same city that we live, it felt like we were on holidays.

That was the build-up to Christmas… this is when it starts to get hectic.

On Christmas Eve we went to Church with my folks. This year Dad was in the choir and Mum tried to encourage my brother and I to join him. We both politely declined, but Dad did a great job with the singing and I must admit, I do enjoy the Christmas Church service.

Then we grabbed some Macca’s, went home cracked a beer and opened our presents. It was pretty cool – this year I got some Skeleton Keys, Ice Invaders, some new board-shorts, Prototype for the PS3, a cooling base-station thingie for the PS3 and a computer screw-driver set in a novelty grenade casing.

We had a few more drinks, watched some Christmas stuff on TV and went to bed.

Got up early the next morning and headed over to Kristy’s Mum’s place for breakfast. Had some food, chatted, exchanged presents then it was back home to quickly make a salad and grab some wine and then head down to the Gold Coast for lunch with my family (this year it was at my sister’s new place).

Lunch was good and my family are always a very entertaining group of people to be around. Dad jokes, Tom’s new dreadlocks and the Woodford Folk Festival. After eating a little too much and the kids opened their pressies, we headed back home again. More beer.

Next day we went over to Kristy’s Auntie Sue’s place for lunch and then afterwards we caught a bus into town for Kristy’s old school friend – Bexta’s birthday which she was having at The Exchange. They had a deal where you could buy two cocktails for the price of one up until 9pm, so we built a decent stock-pile of mojito’s. Bexta had a great turn-out of people and as it so happens (and I’d like to throw-in a joke how Ipswich being a reasonably small town, it can be a little incestuous… but given Ippy’s reputation, that comment most certainly would be taken the wrong way) I went to primary-school with some of Kristy’s old friends – so it was great catching-up with everyone. Kristy has some great old school mates. Caught a maxi-taxi home with a bunch of them and ended-up drinking some more at Andrea’s place and somewhere during that time I passed-out on her couch.

Kristy woke me at about 5:30ish and we caught a cab home. Had a few hours sleep and then it was off to Kristy’s other good friends (these ones from Dancing) – Trish and Dave’s. Had lunch with them and they gave me a great little book called Twitterature – basically classic literature, as it would possibly be told today using Twitter.

Before I go too much further, I just want to point-out that this simple gift really took me by surprise because (and this may only apply to me… I’m really not sure) but generally when you receive a gift from a friend of your partners, it is most often generic. Something that they think you might like, but often turns-out wrong – like buying a bottle of bourbon for someone that drinks scotch. There’s always good intentions, but they often fail to hit the mark. For this reason, I’m always thankful and grateful for the thought, but expect that I’ll never be able to use the gifts I receive in such instances. But in this case, it was perfect.

So back to lunch – which was good (although I wished I wasn’t quite so hung-over because I’m sure the afternoon would have been more enjoyable if that were the case). I then headed back to the shopping centre bus terminal near Auntie Sue’s where we left my car the day before to go into town for Bexta’s drinkies.

Grabbed the car and then headed straight over to Caleb’s grandparent’s place for dinner. Fortunately, by this stage, I was feeling less hung-over enough to make it through the evening.

Next day it was over to Kristy’s Dad’s for a BBQ. After we ate and the kids exchanged presents, I found a nice comfy spot on the couch and fell asleep. Kristy was out the back chatting with her Dad and the kids were well engrossed with the PlayStation and their new toys, so no one really noticed and it was great to actually have a break for an hour or so.

Went home, drank some more, played some Prototype and then went to bed. Next day was our first day off since Christmas Eve. Enjoyed it by doing absolutely nothing. I think I spent most of the day sleeping in our newly air-conditioned bedroom.

The following day Con came round and we caught-up before Kristy and I had to head over to my brother’s place for dinner. I say this every time we catch-up with my family – I don’t do it enough because we always have such a great time when we’re together, but I suppose the months between visits is part of the reason it’s always so good to catch-up again.

Then the following day was New Years. Kristy had some stabbing stomach pains and despite the fact I give her a hard time, she’s a pretty tough cookie, so when she said that she might need to go to the hospital, I knew it must have been pretty bad. After a short wait in the emergency ward (read: a couple of hours) and a few tests later, they determined that Kristy may have a tiny gallstone.

They couldn’t find it when the doc did the ultrasound, but based on the results from the blood-test and the symptoms, they were convinced that was the cause of the pain. It also made sense that the pain had subsided because it only hurts when the stones move and once settled, you can go for months or even years without them bothering you again. Just in case, he subscribed some pretty hard-core pain killers and suggested Kristy gets a proper stomach x-ray.

Despite feeling a lot better, Kristy wasn’t up to a big night, so Con came around and we spent the night catching-up, talking a lot of shit and drinking a lot. By the time mid-night rolled around, Con decided it was time for his proverbial drunken phone calls and for the first time ever it was fun to be on the sending end and not the receiving. Other highlights of the night included us trying to climb one of the trees in my backyard. Not sure why, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Fortunately, we were too drunk to get anywhere (despite crafting a primitive pulley out of a rope that Caleb plays, and sometimes swings from the tree with).

So overall, was a quiet night with my closest and best friend filled with ample amounts of beer, moving onto lots of nice scotch, some PS3, failed tree climbing incidents and most likely a hefty phone bill. Which, in my books equates a pretty good way to see-in 2010.

Two days later it was back to work. While I wasn’t looking forward to working again, the backlog of Christmas / New Years work seemed like a quiet walk in the park when compared to the explosion of family and festivities over the previous week.

Since being back at work I’ve set a bunch of goals which include reading more, blogging more regularly (well, the blogging I meant when the goal was set related to work blogs, but if I’m work blogging more, I’ll inevitably blog more personally too) and generally doing more social media stuff.

To help the whole motivational process, I’ve decided to jump onboard with a photo blogging experiment called the 365 project where I have to take a photo every day for a year and upload it… so here goes…

So, that was my Christmas / New Years… how was yours?

I was doing so well and managed to get everything up-to-date on the blog… and then failed to post for about 6 weeks and now I’m back to square one.

It’s 9:15pm on a Monday night and I’m only just starting to feel human again after a huge weekend of drinking. Sometimes I make references to weekends where lots of drinking takes place, but this weekend the drinking began on Friday and didn’t stop until late Sunday night.

On Friday night we had our work Christmas party. This was pretty cool because prior to this Christmas I haven’t really had any staff (other than Glen, co-founder and business partner)… but this year, our team doubled in size and we now have two awesome employees – Brigit and Emily.

I was a little nervous when organising the gathering (which was just a small BBQ at the office) because we’ve all only worked together for a few months and despite the fact we all get along well during office hours, I wasn’t sure if there would be excessive awkward silences when trying to bring everyone (and their partners) together in a social situation.

Further to that, I discovered that there’s apparently some workplace legislation that states I have to demonstrate a certain duty of care when providing my staff with alcoholic beverages. How could I possibly do that AND be so drunk I can’t even remember my own name?

Fortunately, it all went really, really well – no one died of alcohol poisoning, there are no incriminating photos of me or any of my team floating around the internet (or at least not as a result of Friday night) and now we’re talking about the possibility of making this a semi-regular occurrence.

The next day I got-up early, helped Scotty get his broken washing machine on the back of his ute so he could get it repaired and then later that afternoon I headed over to Cameron’s place for more drinking. We were supposed to catch-up a few weeks back but due to unforeseen circumstances, that didn’t happen… and as it turns-out, Cameron’s partner (Erika) is in the process of starting her own photography business and wanted to talk about getting a website etc. (so technically, the visit was somewhat work related).

Time seemed to disappear as quickly as the beer did and before we knew it, it was the next day… so after a few hours sleep on their couch, I headed back home for a couple of hours of decent sleep in my own bed before heading back out again – this time to meet-up with some very smart and always entertaining local SEO blokes for (you guessed it) more beer.

When that finished, I remembered that an old friend – Scott, who I hadn’t seen in years sent me a message via Facebook saying he was doing some work at one of the backpacker bars (who also co-incidentally happens to be a client of mine) and that I should drop by and say hi.

So I did.

I was only going to catch-up for a chat and then head-off, but when Scott and alcohol is involved, it’s never ever just a quiet one. He had a bar tab which turned into a late night of drinking with him, his little brother (who isn’t so little any more) and a few other guys he works with.

Was an awesome night and I forgot how much fun Scott can be – likewise I forgot what it was like to have 3 solid days / nights of back-to-back drinking… so all day today I felt like a guy in a wheelchair competing in a hurdles race.

The last few weekends have also been pretty busy (hence the lack of posts), but I’ll fill you in on that when my head stops hurting.

I probably should be catching-up on some work because our newest staff member – Emily started today. I thought I was brilliantly organised with a long list of tasks for her to complete, but as I began delegating the jobs, I discovered I hadn’t prepared adequate documentation to accompany the tasks which ended-up resulting in more work than I started with.

But to be honest, I couldn’t be arsed right now… so I figured I’d write a blog post instead.

This will hopefully be the last “catch-up post” covering the random happenings over the previous month (or two) and then I should be up-to-date… well, as long as I keep this updated from now on… or unless I just stop doing things. With how busy everything’s been lately – both options seem quite reasonable

So back in September we celebrated Talk Like A Pirate Day with our annual Pirate Party. In my opinion the party wasn’t quite as good as previous years as we didn’t get a great turn-out and I was also interrupted with a work-related issue which I had to resolve (in a very un-pirate-like way given that a true pirate would not conform to such trivial computer issues… well, unless you’re a software pirate).

In the lead-up to the pirate party, we did a big clean-up of the house and when tidying-up the bathroom, I took apart my beard trimmer – gave it a clean-out and put it away in the drawer (when usually I’d just leave it to clutter-up the bathroom bench-top).

A few days later, I had some meetings scheduled and thought I should probably trim my beard and make myself look a little presentable… and without thinking (or checking) I grabbed the trimmer out of the drawer and swept it across my chin.

Normally, I leave the little ‘blade-4′ head attached to the beard trimmer, but due to the clean-up a few days prior, I had taken it off… and as a result of this, the trimmer had proceeded to take-off a large strip of hair down the middle of my chin.

So I had two choices – I could either go around looking like Wolverine (and believe me, the thought had seriously crossed my mind)… or I could continue to shave the rest of the beard off… and unfortunately I went with the later option. In the days that followed, I discovered that I look better with a beard than I do without and sheepishly had to explain to everyone I came in contact with that I had accidentally shaved it off.

The weekend that followed was Mel and Joe’s wedding and of all the weddings I’ve been to, this was one of the better ones (up there with Ger & Chris’ and Kate & Nicks). I may have enjoyed myself a bit more than usual because (unlike when I attend weddings for friends of Kristy’s) I actually knew some people… or it could have been that the ceremony was quite classy, yet quirkily suited Mel & Joe by having a recital from the Dr. Seuss book ‘Oh the places you’ll go’ instead of a bible reading.

It could have been that the speeches were all reasonably short… or that the wedding and reception were all at the same venue (the Victoria Park Golf Club) and while the photos and other bridal formalities were taking place, we could go to the club bar and drink while we waited. Or it could have been the great food or copious amounts of alcohol.

Regardless as to what it was – the night was fantastic.

We drove to the wedding, left the car at the golf club and caught a cab into the city for a few more drinks – we were going to party-on with a few of Joe’s mates, but in the few minutes it took our maxi-taxi to get into town, they had all decided they were going to pike (despite my best efforts to encourage them with ‘Arrested Development’ chicken taunts).

As we didn’t have the entourage we were hoping for, we only hung around for a few drinks and then cabbed it home.

The next day, after shaking off the hang-over, we picked-up Caleb, caught-up with Skye and Scotty for some noodles and then went to pick-up the car. When we got to the golf course, we thought it’d be a shame not to take advantage of the awesome facilities, so we had a game of putt-putt.

I hadn’t played putt-putt in years and despite the course not having the cliched Windmill and the fact that I was more handicapped than Stephen Hawking – it was tonnes of fun.

I find it funny that I tend to suck at a lot of the things I enjoy the most… or as Kurt Cobain would say “I’m worst at what I do best… and for this gift, I feel blessed”.

Two of these things just happen to be gaming (of the computer or console variety) and trivia… and over the last couple of months, I’ve done a bit of both of these things.

A few weeks back, my folks retirement lifestyle village held their annual trivia night, so Kristy and I joined my brother Brett, his wife Lyndal and my Mum and Dad for a night of tricky questions. Last year our team was a little bigger and we came in second place, although there was only one point separating us from the winners and we later discovered that one of the questions was marked incorrectly, so technically we should have won… but this year, we didn’t do quite so well and came-in third place.

I am not brilliant at common knowledge stuff… I tend to say and do a lot of stupid things… my interests are centred around fairly niche topics (like computers, anything geeky, movies, music and comics) and you’re probably thinking “music” or “movies” is fairly broad, although the songs and flicks I find that I know most about usually fall slightly outside the mainstream stuff. But this all tends to be the stuff that makes for good trivia questions.

I also find myself able to pull answers out of my arse on things that I really shouldn’t know anything about – say, books for example – as I never read (unless it’s a blog or something online) I shouldn’t know the first thing about authors or best sellers etc. but strangely I was giving names of Bronte sisters and answering questions as to which ones were responsible for writing some of their classics. How do I know this? F*cked if I know… but I do. And it’s because of that, that I quite like trivia nights.

More recently we’ve had a nightmare few weeks with random, intermittent server issues which only seemed to affect a handful of select sites and even when those sites were being affected, the server loads and specs showed no signs of any problems – yet the sites were running slower than my grandmother on a treadmill. It took a solid couple of weeks of re-installing and upgrading server-side components, libraries, tweaking configuration variables and we finally discovered that due to a PHP update there were a couple of bugs and any sites using certain functions could have issues.

So, inbetween the issues, when the server was operational, I’d try and escape from life and forget about all the dramas via my PS3.

I played through Batman Arkham Asylum (which was really really fun), Assassin’s Creed (because I hadn’t played it yet, but Assassin’s Creed 2 looks pretty good and I wanted to get up-to-speed) and Infamous (which I’m still playing… much to Kristy’s dismay as I’ve been playing it a lot).

I was previously quite disappointed by current gaming trends as I’d be able to get through most games in a few days – and that’s saying something as I’m not a brilliant gamer, but I was pleasantly surprised that most of these games kept me interested for at least a week or two. Batman took a bit longer than usual cause I kept searching for all the extra hidden riddles and trying to complete every little task… and Infamous will require two complete play-throughs (one as a good guy and one as a bad guy) which will take a while because as it is, I’m only half-way through the game as a goodie.

Other than that, the only other thing worth reporting is that Skye and Scotty have joined our local gym and they’ve been trying to get me to go again. I went last Monday and it killed me. I couldn’t feel my arms or legs for 24 – 48 hours directly after the workout and I think I should have been happy about this because the 3 days that followed were agonising as my poor little (and I do mean little) muscles repaired themselves. And now they want me to go again tonight. I’m not keen, but I probably should.

So if you don’t see another blog post for a few weeks it could be because I feel like my arms have been pulled out of their sockets by Arnold Schwarzenegger thanks to my local gym… or work may have gotten in the way… but I’m really hoping to get back on top of things over the next few days.

Over the weekend, Kristy and I went to see one of her old school friends’ husband play in a band. The band’s name is “Mum’s Tennis Friends”. Those last couple of sentences probably make perfect sense, however, if not structured in that way… or if some details are not made obvious, this simple concept can be quite confusing. Here’s what I mean…

Last week I came home from work and Kristy asks me if we have anything planned for Saturday night. I reply with “I don’t think so… why?”. She then proceeds to ask “In that case, do you want to go and see Mum’s Tennis Friends play?”.

Coincidentally, Kristy’s Mum does happen to play tennis and I had no idea a band called “Mum’s Tennis Friends” even existed, so I looked a little puzzled as to why we would want to go and watch Kristy’s Mum play tennis with a bunch of her friends on Saturday night… but I figured there must be a reason for the invite, so I respond “Um… ok… sure…. where are they playing?”

Kristy replies “At the Coronation Hotel”. Now I’m baffled. Not only am I confused as to why we’d want to spend our Saturday evening watching a bunch of old ladies play tennis, but now I have to process the fact that this whole crazy event would be taking place in a rough Ipswich pub that’s a few doors down from a gun shop and an adult store (which both scarily occupy adjoining premises… but hey, that’s Ipswich for you).

Then if my brain wasn’t broken enough by this stage, Kristy then throws in the comment “Madonna’s husband plays with them, so a few of my old school friends are going along and thought it might be fun to rock-out with them”.

This must have been the point that my head exploded and I was left dumbfounded with a permanent ‘brain freeze’ expression stuck on my face.

Kristy, noticing my mental agony, says “what’s wrong – don’t you want to go?”

So I try and explain that I have no idea of what’s going on – why on earth does the husband of one of Kristy’s old school friends play tennis in pubs with Kristy’s Mum and a bunch of her friends on Saturday nights and how has this mixed group of amateur athletes managed to gain a cult following of 30-year-old women who all went to school together?!?

The next 10 minutes was filled with Kristy explaining that they’re a band and after a couple of pain-killers and a lie-down, I’m back on track and finally understand what just transpired.

So, Saturday afternoon rolls around and we figure that since the band doesn’t start until 7pm and it’s local, we’d have a few drinks before the gig starts… rock-up fashionably late and party-on. So I have a couple of beers… play some PS3 while Kristy gets ready… have a shower… a few more beers… I get ready… another couple of beers and we leave. I’m feeling a bit pissy already and the night technically hasn’t begun.

We arrive thinking everyone would be there already – but no – it was just us and a dishevelled looking crowd. More beer is required.

Now, I should also probably point-out that, as a wimpy, weak, slightly pudgy geek who was picked-on a little through-out school and over the years has been mistaken for a homosexual on more than one occasion… I’ve developed this fairly unfounded and quite unnatural paranoia that whenever I’m in a large group of blokey blokes and I don’t have suitable “backup”, I fear that I’ll get into a fight… or more accurately, get bashed-up.

So given the surroundings, I was feeling a bit nervous. Fortunately, Kristy’s friends turn-up, we start chatting and all is good… Until one of the girls’ husbands starts spear tackling guys randomly. I’m nervous again… but then we start doing shots of tequila and the nerves disappear… as does the feeling in my legs. The pub is also too tough to stock salt or lemons, so we’re doing straight shots of tequila with nothing but the bitter flavour of beer to wash down the sharp after-taste.

By this stage, I’ve forgotten that I’m scared of anything – probably because even if someone did punch me, I probably wouldn’t feel it. But I’m also so drunk that remaining upright is a challenge and end-up deciding it’s probably best if I go home and leave the girls to finish the night without me. And after all that, I don’t even think I saw Mum’s Tennis Friends play.

On Sunday I woke-up and felt worse than I have done in ages. Kristy took Caleb to SeaWorld whereas I just slept, ate (when I could finally stomach food again at some point that afternoon) and then spent the rest of the day randomly watching the lights on the tv flicker at me and played some more PS3.

Despite the pain felt throughout Sunday (and even a little bit on Monday) and the fact that my Saturday night was a little anti-climatic since I didn’t even get to see the band play – it was actually quite a good weekend.

It’s 2:30pm on a Saturday afternoon – I’ve only been awake for a few hours, just had a shower, ate a couple of slices of left-over pizza, checked my email, cranked some old-school Leftfield, George is asleep at my feet and now it’s time for a beer and a blog post.

This is the first weekend in ages that we haven’t had anything planned, so my legacy to do stuff has been going quite well – although I must admit, I’m pleased to have a weekend to kick back, eat pizza, drink beer and watch DVDs which was what most weekends used to consist of.

A few weeks back, we went to our first Brisbane Twestival. What is a Twestival? It’s basically a global series of events designed to bring Twitter users together in an off-line environment and in the process create global awareness (and raise money) for a charitable cause.

Twitter users from all around the world came together at the various local meet-ups (twestivals) organised between the dates of 10-13 September 2009.

Ok, ok, I know this may not sound like the most interesting or exciting event to go to given the geeky nature of it and the fact that a lot of people who are incredibly social online are quite the oposite when you take their keyboard away… not that I can talk – I’m much the same… and as a side-note, I feel a bit hypocritical when I preach about the values of social media lately as my blogging has been sporadic at best, and my tweeting, facebooking and even reading other blogs has been minimal of late.

But all that aside – social media is a very powerful tool and when used to raise money for a noble cause, it’s even better.

This particular Twestival was designed to raise money towards the prevention of youth suicide. To do this, they had live bands, comedy acts, some dancing (which was dubbed as burlesque… and although a little risque, I personally wouldn’t have considered what I saw as ‘burlesque’… but still entertaining) and an art auction.

The highlights of the night (other than catching-up with a few online buddies) were a couple of the bands – one being a very funny comedy act called The Complete First Season and the artwork we bought in the auction.

We generally don’t buy art – we’ve talked about it for years saying how it’d be cool to have some funky paintings around the house, and have even contemplated creating some of our own artwork but have never actually done anything about it… until now.

The auction started and we excitedly placed a bid – partially for novelty purposes as we don’t normally partake in auctions, partially because we knew all money was going towards a great cause, but primarily because the Andy Warde piece up for sale was very cool. To get an idea of his work, check-out some of his stuff from a recent exhibition Andy had a the Joshua Levi Gallery (incidentally the same place that facilitated the Twestival).

Then someone raised our bid, to which we responded… and as you would expect, this went on in true auction-style for a while… til it got the the point where the fun of bidding started to be replaced with the reality that we were about to actually spend two or three times more than our pre-planned drinking budget for the night on a painting. Given that we’re closet alcoholics… and that we hadn’t actually been drinking (much to our dismay, there was no alcohol at the event, but there were some very tasty cup-cakes and some tiny gourmet burgers that made you feel like a giant whilst eating them)… the auction was starting to get a little scary.

In the end, Kristy held strong, kept bidding and we won the piece… it cost us a few hundred dollars and when chatting with one of the organisers, he explained that the money raised from that one purchase would have been enough to save nearly 10 youths from popping themselves – so I felt pretty good about that.

Not to mention that we now had our first-ever, proper piece of artwork, which is now mounted on our lounge-room wall…. and what’s even better is that it isn’t just some snobby piece of work that we bought at posh exhibit with fancy pants people wearing monocles and throwing around words like ‘existentialism’… the piece has character, was purchased for a noble cause and comes with a great story attached – how many people do you know that have purchased artwork from a social media meetup?