It's Boxing Day, and I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas.
I'm working today....and there's been NOTHING about. Cricket and the Sydney to Hobart. That's pretty much it.
Except....
About five hours ago an earthquake at least 6.8 on the Richter scale hit the Aceh province in western Indonesia. It's killed at least nine people there, but....
TSUNAMIS!
They're everywhere - they've swept away tourists from beaches from Thailand to Sri Lanka. It's incredible. Can you imagine lying on your beach towel, hearing some concerned squeals, then looking up and seeing a 5 or 6 metre wave bearing down on you? Shudder.
The most ironic thing is it's exactly a year since an earthquake around 6.7 hit the Iranian city of Bam, killing over 30 000 people. Their city is still a pit of rubble, and now residents say there is drug, alchol, child and organ trafficking happening because of the collapse of the city and rules etc.
I hope there will be some kind of aid set up to help these poor countries in South-East Asia - Aceh has been war torn for ten years and Bangladesh is constantly having the crap beaten out of it by the weather.
Nat.
Dec 26, 2004
Dec 23, 2004
Albumen
Hmmm. Apparently my bedroom window got egged last night.
The timing appears to be a bit spooky. My mother puts it just before 1am, which is when I was out dropping The Wah back home (We had been working on Christmas video madness).
We live in a fairly "posh" suburb, so my theory is it's a gang of bored young 'uns out to stick it to the rich bastards. However, when we lived at Albany Creek, some of my brother's school "enemies" egged our house every week for a month or so. So consequently my mother is a bit lip-bitingly nervous about possible egg attacks.
And if the egg was actually aimed at me.......hmmmm. Well, then I'd have to catalogue my enemies list and work out some likely suspects. The truth is, I know there's a fair few people who don't like me, but I really can't see anyone going to such an effort to make such a piss weak statement that isn't really clear in the first place. Quite frankly, I credit my enemies with more intelligence than that. They're a higher class of bastards. ;)
Nats.
The timing appears to be a bit spooky. My mother puts it just before 1am, which is when I was out dropping The Wah back home (We had been working on Christmas video madness).
We live in a fairly "posh" suburb, so my theory is it's a gang of bored young 'uns out to stick it to the rich bastards. However, when we lived at Albany Creek, some of my brother's school "enemies" egged our house every week for a month or so. So consequently my mother is a bit lip-bitingly nervous about possible egg attacks.
And if the egg was actually aimed at me.......hmmmm. Well, then I'd have to catalogue my enemies list and work out some likely suspects. The truth is, I know there's a fair few people who don't like me, but I really can't see anyone going to such an effort to make such a piss weak statement that isn't really clear in the first place. Quite frankly, I credit my enemies with more intelligence than that. They're a higher class of bastards. ;)
Nats.
Dec 17, 2004
Bus seat analogies and other ramblings
There's a lot of people who I really like but haven't seen in ages. These people number many and varied. Most are theatre and impro related people who I don't tend to see if a show's not on. Others are theatre and impro related people who haven't invited me to their shows etc. Ouch! Not touching that one! ;)
Anyway, this brings me to my question...does my absence from these people's presence mean they're friends of mine I've neglected, or am I their friend they've neglected, or is it in fact a bit of both? Who neglects who?
If I send out an email inviting people someplace, and they don't come, should the onus be on them to send me an email and invite me somewhere, in order that the catch up happens - sometime, somewhere? Or should I just take it as a straight no, and try again later?
This is all very confusing to someone who's maybe just happened upon this site. But there's just a lot of deep-rooted desires in me to be extremely popular. I don't like having to chase people all the time. There's a lot of people who I now think don't mind me, but certainly wouldn't be fussed to ring me and make sure I'm involved etc. It's hard to realise that fact sometimes when you previously thought you were thick as thieves.
I came up with this analogy back when I was in high school (ah! so young but so wise), that there are two types of people - those who hold seats on the bus for other people, and those who get on and someone's held a seat for them. I always believed I was a seat holder. Sometimes I think I still am. I sometimes think how nice it would be if person X gave me a call, or person Y sent me an email, or person Z included me in some outing they were having. Dammit, I want someone to hold the seats for me! ;)
I think the problem is reading too many Live Journals. Everyone with a live journal seems to have a really fun, exciting life, with many online friends who all take the time to write cute comments and organise drinks and parties and shopping trips. I have a blog, and so no one reads it. I don't have a "Friends" list. Which I guess is good because it means no one will read this and get offended.
As an end comment, I think there are certain people in the world who really hate my guts. And you know what? I really don't like that. I don't like the fact that my name might come up in conversation and people might recoil or air complaints about me. I also don't like the fact that probably NOBODY is talking or bitching about me. What is it that Oscar Wilde said? "Pop on the pink ones, Bosie, I love the way they make your ass look".....no, that wasn't it.
Something about being talked about is awful, but NOT being talked about is far worse.
Good ol' Oscar.
Anyhoo, maybe I need to forget all the people I thought were great friends, but who are really just good acquaintances. So I hereby advertise for new, extra friends! Or for current ones to email me and ask what the f***'s happening, man?
Also, I need to get off my arse and get the show going. The show will be soooo goooood...once we have a proper idea, a venue, a budget...but you know, first things first!
Nats. (full of madness!)
Anyway, this brings me to my question...does my absence from these people's presence mean they're friends of mine I've neglected, or am I their friend they've neglected, or is it in fact a bit of both? Who neglects who?
If I send out an email inviting people someplace, and they don't come, should the onus be on them to send me an email and invite me somewhere, in order that the catch up happens - sometime, somewhere? Or should I just take it as a straight no, and try again later?
This is all very confusing to someone who's maybe just happened upon this site. But there's just a lot of deep-rooted desires in me to be extremely popular. I don't like having to chase people all the time. There's a lot of people who I now think don't mind me, but certainly wouldn't be fussed to ring me and make sure I'm involved etc. It's hard to realise that fact sometimes when you previously thought you were thick as thieves.
I came up with this analogy back when I was in high school (ah! so young but so wise), that there are two types of people - those who hold seats on the bus for other people, and those who get on and someone's held a seat for them. I always believed I was a seat holder. Sometimes I think I still am. I sometimes think how nice it would be if person X gave me a call, or person Y sent me an email, or person Z included me in some outing they were having. Dammit, I want someone to hold the seats for me! ;)
I think the problem is reading too many Live Journals. Everyone with a live journal seems to have a really fun, exciting life, with many online friends who all take the time to write cute comments and organise drinks and parties and shopping trips. I have a blog, and so no one reads it. I don't have a "Friends" list. Which I guess is good because it means no one will read this and get offended.
As an end comment, I think there are certain people in the world who really hate my guts. And you know what? I really don't like that. I don't like the fact that my name might come up in conversation and people might recoil or air complaints about me. I also don't like the fact that probably NOBODY is talking or bitching about me. What is it that Oscar Wilde said? "Pop on the pink ones, Bosie, I love the way they make your ass look".....no, that wasn't it.
Something about being talked about is awful, but NOT being talked about is far worse.
Good ol' Oscar.
Anyhoo, maybe I need to forget all the people I thought were great friends, but who are really just good acquaintances. So I hereby advertise for new, extra friends! Or for current ones to email me and ask what the f***'s happening, man?
Also, I need to get off my arse and get the show going. The show will be soooo goooood...once we have a proper idea, a venue, a budget...but you know, first things first!
Nats. (full of madness!)
Dec 13, 2004
Adventures with Hair Dyes
Hi all.
I've been up for many hours now. I worked a back-up breakfast shift this morning at 4BC. It was the first day at our new building at Cannon Hill. It is super sexy. It's like the deck of the Enterprise or something. It's huge, with big corridors, and these blue and red fluro lights on the walls. Surreal. But the newsroom took my breath away. I walked in - a four person work station, with flat screen monitors and new telephone, mini-disc and network recording hardware...and six, count 'em, SIX flat screen TVs on the wall with different channels. Plus two reading booths and the News Director's office. It's purpose built and damn sexy.
I really enjoyed the shift, but am tired now. I did a spot of Christmas shopping with Mum, and when we got home there was a street party set up in our driveway! The locals do this every year. I was tired, but I was worried they'd think we were rude, so Mum and I went out and had a chat. Amazing the people you meet. One woman works on 'Stateline' at the ABC, and one man has a daughter who works in marketing at Channel Ten. He also told me that Lane Calcutt, the Channel Nine political journo, just lives around the corner from us. It's like a haven of media people.
But yes, my hair dye. I've been trying to turn my frustrating mop brown, something different for "Miss Bosnia". I've now spent about $30 on three hair dyes, and the result is pretty much the same as my old hair colour. All the brown washed out pretty quickly. Seriously, not one person has said "Wow, your hair's different!" Because, really, it isn't. I'm going to give it a rest, then go to a salon.
I guess the other thing is I am now online with sexy broadband. That plus firewalls etc has put a bit of a dent in the budget, but oh well. Actually I buggered things up by telling Greg we should only have a small Christmas, so we have money for our short Vanuatu trip in January. Bad move! Apparently he was going to buy me the complete Sex and the City for Christmas, but cancelled it. D'oh! ;)
Cheers all, Natalie.
I've been up for many hours now. I worked a back-up breakfast shift this morning at 4BC. It was the first day at our new building at Cannon Hill. It is super sexy. It's like the deck of the Enterprise or something. It's huge, with big corridors, and these blue and red fluro lights on the walls. Surreal. But the newsroom took my breath away. I walked in - a four person work station, with flat screen monitors and new telephone, mini-disc and network recording hardware...and six, count 'em, SIX flat screen TVs on the wall with different channels. Plus two reading booths and the News Director's office. It's purpose built and damn sexy.
I really enjoyed the shift, but am tired now. I did a spot of Christmas shopping with Mum, and when we got home there was a street party set up in our driveway! The locals do this every year. I was tired, but I was worried they'd think we were rude, so Mum and I went out and had a chat. Amazing the people you meet. One woman works on 'Stateline' at the ABC, and one man has a daughter who works in marketing at Channel Ten. He also told me that Lane Calcutt, the Channel Nine political journo, just lives around the corner from us. It's like a haven of media people.
But yes, my hair dye. I've been trying to turn my frustrating mop brown, something different for "Miss Bosnia". I've now spent about $30 on three hair dyes, and the result is pretty much the same as my old hair colour. All the brown washed out pretty quickly. Seriously, not one person has said "Wow, your hair's different!" Because, really, it isn't. I'm going to give it a rest, then go to a salon.
I guess the other thing is I am now online with sexy broadband. That plus firewalls etc has put a bit of a dent in the budget, but oh well. Actually I buggered things up by telling Greg we should only have a small Christmas, so we have money for our short Vanuatu trip in January. Bad move! Apparently he was going to buy me the complete Sex and the City for Christmas, but cancelled it. D'oh! ;)
Cheers all, Natalie.
Dec 4, 2004
Sexy new computer
All praise me....I have bought my first computer!
This is the great thing about having geeks in your life - they're able to assemble you a kick ass machine. I think mine's pretty kick ass. Mind you, I really have no ideas about the inner workings of computers so it could be an old fridge box painted black with a buzzy sound eminating from it and I'd probably still be impressed.
Still, it means I've been able to get a start on doing up those home movies. There are several short term projects on the go - footage of Jackie to play to the girls (she's in London and we miss her!), footage of the girls to send to Jackie (so she doesn't forget our harping banshee like voices!) and the tribute video for my Gran's 80th in January.
Progress is being made, but the editing program I'm using has some quirks I'm still trying to get my head around.
Apart from that, I've been working away at the radio station which has been super cool and fun. We're moving to a new building next week so that should be interesting.
Hey the American Music Awards are on Channel 10. Gwen Stafani is grooving in a bunny suit and massive shoes. She really needs to eat a sandwich. I do like her though - she's one of those people who just seems to have a totally funky life. I've heard good things about her in "The Aviator", where she plays Jean Harlow. Now that was a good looking woman. That'll be a good film I think.
Anyway, I'm crapping on. See you all later, Nats.
This is the great thing about having geeks in your life - they're able to assemble you a kick ass machine. I think mine's pretty kick ass. Mind you, I really have no ideas about the inner workings of computers so it could be an old fridge box painted black with a buzzy sound eminating from it and I'd probably still be impressed.
Still, it means I've been able to get a start on doing up those home movies. There are several short term projects on the go - footage of Jackie to play to the girls (she's in London and we miss her!), footage of the girls to send to Jackie (so she doesn't forget our harping banshee like voices!) and the tribute video for my Gran's 80th in January.
Progress is being made, but the editing program I'm using has some quirks I'm still trying to get my head around.
Apart from that, I've been working away at the radio station which has been super cool and fun. We're moving to a new building next week so that should be interesting.
Hey the American Music Awards are on Channel 10. Gwen Stafani is grooving in a bunny suit and massive shoes. She really needs to eat a sandwich. I do like her though - she's one of those people who just seems to have a totally funky life. I've heard good things about her in "The Aviator", where she plays Jean Harlow. Now that was a good looking woman. That'll be a good film I think.
Anyway, I'm crapping on. See you all later, Nats.
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