Day 273: Go Tigers, eh?

I wonder how Perseus is going.

Day 272: Things overheard while shopping (pt 1?)

Hey, look at this; I haven't had a Chiko roll since I was a kid.

God, you act feral sometimes.

Day 271: Tired. Headache. Bed.

Minimum effort!

Day 270: Plebiscite Update

I've chatted with a couple of dozen people in the past week—everything from corporate accounts to retired rail workers. Every single one of them was in favour of same-sex marriage and absolutely none of them intended to actually vote. Reasons included, apathy, protesting the cost, and mistrust of the ABS.

Day 269: Auto-Post

Day 268: Auto-Post

Day 267: Auto-post

Day 266: Auto-post

Day 265: Auto-post

Day 264: Auto-post

Day 263: Engaging Autopilot

Some family stuff has come up, and it looks like I won't be able to check in here for the next week or so. Therefore, I'm cheating on my one-sketch-per-day relolution, and I'll just set the blog to auto-post a bunch of quick doodles I've just whipped up. See you when I get back.

Day 262: Dream Journal

I have no idea what this thing is supposed to be.

Day 261: Some days it's not worth putting pen to paper

I had three goes at this, and it still came out looking rooted.

Day 260: You'd think that spending yesterday in bed would've fixed things

I ended up having another 3hr nap today, and I'm still tired. I feel old.

Day 259: Lazy Saturday

I Barely got out of bed today. Instead, I alternated between reading and napping. Amazingly, I don't think I'll have any trouble sleeping tonight.

Day 258: So, I hear there's a new iPhone

I haven't really looked into it, since I'm not interested in buying Apple shit; but I thought I'd put this up for others to voice their opinions.

I have heard that Apple are bent on replacing their fingerprint tech with facial-recognition. I wonder how the Muslims are going to get on with that.

Day 257: I've been awake since yesterday morning and I'm waiting for the crash.

So, I got a call last night, asking if I could handle an emergency situation. Now, I don't like soft-drinks very much, and I certainly don't like energy drinks, but at the end of the day, I like coffee even less. Also, there's a 24hr servo just down the road from where I live.

Day 256: Things are hotting up

The thermometer cracked 30°C today. It's the first day of Spring in which I've been able to go topless around the house in the afternoon. Summer is here! What's it like where you are?

Day 255: Witch?

… sort of … I guess.

Day 254: Toxic

I've been listening to a podcast called "Science Vs". It's hosted by Wendy Zukerman, whom some of you might remember from ABC's Catalyst. In each episode, she investigates the science—or lack thereof—behind everyday stuff. In the latest episode, she takes a look at "body cleansing/detoxifying", which I think I've debated the effectiveness of with somebody on here before, so I thought this might make for interesting listening (Of course, if it was Melba, she's probably not going to see this anyway).

In any case, you can download it here or stream it here or …

The episodes are usually more concerned with subject breadth than they are with depth, which I've been willing to forgive, since I thought they were relatively short. However, looking at the actual timestamps on these things, I can see that they're not really. It must just seem that way because I listen to them at 3x normal speed.

I think my favourite conclusion is that colonic irrigation makes people feel better because everybody tends to feel better after taking a giant crap.

Day 253: And here's another one

… ?

Day 252: I dunno what this says about me

For some reason, when I'm pressed for time, the easiest thing for me to draw is monsters, beasts, and freaks.

Day 251: I suddenly feel very fashionable

This is what happened when I put my pajama shirt on after getting out of the shower tonight.

Day 250: Effort

I thought it was about time that I expended some.

Day 249: Get Krack!n Episode 2

We all know that the first episode of a show can be a little bit off … but sadly, I can't see this turkey getting any better.

Day 248: Gumby Awards

I heard on the news tonight that Melbourne is sick of stumping up a million quid every year to host The Logie Awards. I don't blame them. The idea of taxpayers chipping in, so that a bunch of millionaires can get together and pat each other on the back, is maddening. Unfortunately, there's now talk about the organisers sniffing around Queensland, looking for a replacement handout. It's bad enough that we're going to be pissing away a fortune on the fuckin' Commonwealth Games—and possibly the Olympics as well—the last thing we need to be shelling out for is this wankfest. When other industries want to hold conventions and hand out awards, they fund the bloody things themselves. I see no reason why this mob of parasites can't do the same.

And don't get me started on Sydney's plans to shell out $11m for a single piece of fuckin' street art.

Day 247: Are you ever afraid you're getting dementia?

I use keyboard shortcuts a lot. So much so, that I can't even tell you what some of them are—they're just stored in muscle memory. But sometimes I draw a complete blank—even on shortcuts I use hundreds of times a day. Sometimes I even have to get the manual out and look them up. This scares me.

Day 246: Happy Father's Day

To everyone who has some sort of father in their lives.

Day 245: ZFS

I'm too tired to do anything tonight, so I just thought I'd write a little bit about Open-ZFS. ZFS is the best file-system going at the moment. It checksums your data, which allows it to automatically detect damage, failure, or other forms of corruption; and it's able to mirror your data across several HDDs at once, effectively maintaining consistent automatic backups. Unfortunately, it's not available on Windows, and I dunno what's going on with the Mac version; so you need to be using Linux, FreeBSD, or Illumos, in order to reap its benefits.

I ♡ ZFS. It makes my life so much easier.

Day 244: Dream Journal

I dunno what this thing is, but it spent ages walking around in my dreams last night.