I just resigned.

Yep, just handed in my resignation letter from Qantas. Gave 3 weeks notice, hopefully they'll accept that.

Computer/Work stuff

Been on an application server configuration course all week. Wont say which one, save to say this: "default security so weak, you could learn how to break in just by watching Angelina Jolie in Hackers.."

In other news, i might be changing jobs, but usual rules apply about not jinxing it till the pens on paper.

blogging for food
Yeah, Yeah, im working on it.. Im going to start a blog for the ridge and give every on in the street an account. Keep hasselling me, ill get round to it . Novas sitting on my bed spinning shit to a surveyer.. They called and asked for you, but nova convinced them her name is chris. Its about news papers...

Feeling Ridge (ridge, aye):

========== By Christian McKay 

and not ridge forrester from the bold and the beautfiful, though i bet you ladies wouldnt mind a feel of him eh!)



(to the song feeling good - use the Muse version for a singalong - except the roaches part, i got carried away with that)





Turds in the sky, you know how i feel

exploding sh!tter you know how i feel

New couple, breaking up, you know how i feel

Its just nova dawn, and scienceboy,'n two empty rooms

In Riiiiiddgee.



(last weeks)Dinner in the Friiiidge, you know how i feel.

Old milk in the Friiiidge , you know how i feel

(yellow) Brocolli in the friiiiidge, you know how i feel

Theres some old fruit, some old beer, and some of zoes stuff

(still) In the Fridge



(slow bit)



Scienceboy's having an affair with someone at 21, dont you know

Which means Novas lost a 10 buck bet, to both me and janelle

Cough it up... or give it to Si - when the day is done

for the phone bills, the gas bills and the leccy bills

at Riii--hiiiii-hiiiiiiiidddggee



(or an alternative slow verse)



barbeques out in the sun, you know how i feel, dont you know

bbqs are all full of turds, from the exploding john

crank up the Webber, when the day is done

get some burgers from cho-les and some charcoal

from Corinthiaaaaaa -aaaa -aaa -aaanss



Roach on the Walls, you know how i feel

Roach on the Floor, you know how I feel

Roach on the Window you know how i feel

Roach in the sink, you know what i mean

Roach under the fridge, your an illusive little bugger

Roach in my coffee, you've just been scalded and now you are gonna have your head bitten off

Roach in the dvd player, i'm trying to watch that you li'll f**ker!!

Roach in the vacuum, looks like you are collonising that aswell doesnt it

Roach in the cask o' red - OH FOR CHRISTS SAKE, GET OUT!!!

Roach on the balcony, at least you have the decency to stay outside

Roach by the mirror, your too self absorbed to care what i feel

Roach in the wall cavity, out!!! c'mon stop dicking around and get out

Roaches resililliant to the cold, why I OUGHT A!!!!! (shake fist)

etc



(on with verse)



Loose brick in the kitchen, leads through to next door.

Must put a blow up s£x-doll, onto their floor

Is the outline of Daaaan, Still on the sofa?

Its an old house. its a cold house its a coool house

In Surry Hills (du du du du du da dahh!)

and its Ridge Street 

Antons leaving --Nova..

OH YEAH Pee. Sss!!!: man, can't believe I almost passed up the opportunity
to really shame the socks off the scienceboy. **the following must be read
with the David Attenborough voice**

There are many a level of drunkeness as we all know: tipsy, giggly, sloshed,
nicely toasted, wasted, rat-faced, shit-faced, paraletic,
janelle-my-legs-don't-work-coopered, and then there is something quite
beyond all of that. A rare but spectacular phenomenon known as the
"speechless man o'science". Having drunk only vodka, whisky, beer and red
wine for no less than 9 1/2 hours solid the man o'science, a nocturnal being
in this state, fumbled with the "ow, aargh, oh maan" lock for the standard
45 mins before veritbly crashing through the undergrowth of the hall and
into the lounge- a communal habitation area. upon erecting himself into what
is imagined to be a quasi-normal position he proceeded to lock his ever so
muscular arms around the waist of the nearest housemate (me) in order to
engage in an act of... sign language. There are at presents no known names
adequate of representing this peculiar state- the state of simply being too
drunk to speak. However one cannot ever feel privleged enough at having
witnessed such a rare and wonderful event.


Tablet pc's rock.

New laptop!!!
l am writing this, using
a pen on the screen of
my new laptop. Its an
Acer and all l
can say is wow! It
can read my handwriting and
recognize my voice.