Over and Drinks

Seeing its been a while since we've posted I thought I'd let you know there still is life in F#.

One thing that intrigues me greatly because I'm not an Australian by birth (though through citizenship), is the litres of ink spilt over the Australian cricket team. During each match, whether Australia wins or loses, players are mooted as in need of being dropped. During each match, I feel compelled to say, sure if you don't want them we, as in NZ, will have them.

For the record: the two players that people suggested to be dropped the most were Adam Gilchrist, and Simon Katich. (both of whom made fantastic hundreds last night, and didn't really have bad summers). Very interesting..

Here's hoping for an even series when the take off to South Africa later this month.

how many thumbs do you type with?

Dearest Gazimon,

A recent meeting of the IOFC (Inanimte Objects of F# Committee) has brought to the flats general realisation your distressing absence from your room. As a consequence, there have been rumblings and grumblings and gurglings and gregilings and duncilings and splurgings and splotchings and bubblings and brewings and shananigans and phoenetisations of dissentment and resentment due to the lack of the wise and wilful and wonderous and wiley and wacky and whatever-else-it-is presence of Gazimon the mightiest mediocre digimon. As such, your imminent return is requested for the sake of ensuring the continuing lack of simpe, sane, sequential, something that usually fails to inhabit the flat (note: this something is of a rather symboic and less than certain nature which, due to its failure to ever exist in the flat, has never been defined. Hence, being referred to as a something). Duncan also wishes to throw the full weight of his anti-matter self behind this request (though whether Duncan's anti-matter self or its related weight (or should that be anti-weight) holds any sway shall be left as a debate for another time.

Fi would like me to start a new paragraph, so I have.

Returning to the old paragraph (just to annoy Fi no end (see with what large strokes she types)) I think that there is nothing further left (or right) but to say something.

Yours most indifferently,
The Inanimate Object F#

PS: I can't think of anything to write here.
PPS: Just in case I thought of something... but I didn't

My Dream Job

This is kinda ironic. I wrote it just after entering the workforce. It is more an observation of the thousands of commuters I saw every day who all seemed to be in an awfully big hurry to get somewhere where they had something really important to do...and were all very unhappy about the whole situation.

I actually quite like my job.

There is the vague notion of a tune this goes to in my head...which is intruiging, its only in the last year or so that I've actually written original poetry that could become a song (previous to that it was all parodies of existing songs).

Anyhow, enough about poems, lets have one...


I've gotten my dream job now
I've set up my career
I've gotten my dream job now
I'm never gonna leave from here

I get up early
I go home late
I've got a boss
Who I just hate
My booth's so small
I asphyxiate
And I'm getting paid
The minimum rate!

I've gotten my dream job now
I've set up my career
I've gotten my dream job now
I'm never gonna leave from here

I work all day
And half the night
Get weekends off
If the workload's light
And if I'm sick
I recover quick
Or else my boss
Will give me the flick!

I've gotten my dream job now
I've set up my career
I've gotten my dream job now
I'm never gonna leave from here

The economy hits
A fiscal slump
And my boss says
It's me he'll dump
I feel like I
Am under the pump
At my desk so long
I've got a numb rump!

I've gotten my dream job now
I've set up my career
I've gotten my dream job now
I'm never gonna leave from here

Sorry for the slackness!!

Yes, its been a long break between innings here, but I thought I should do something, if for nothing else than to entertain myself. My flatmates told me I should share some of my poetry (thats a bit of a strong word for it...more like random ridiculous rhymes) with the world, thats where Insomnia came from, I may add a few more up here sometime if I feel inspired.

I found out recently in the Australia v South Africa Tri-nations match that yelling at a TV and throwing a soccer ball at it does not solve a ref's bad decision...in fact, it acheives very little. I also found out that I can accurately knock almost anythng off the picture rail in the loungeroom with the same soccerball...also doesn't acheive much.

Anyhow, less than 24hrs until the 4th test...good to see Tate getting a whirl.

TIme for me to go pretend I have something to do.

greggles :P

INSOMNIA

I think I have insomnia
I think I have insomnia
Though I'm tucked in tight
I can't sleep at night
I think I have insomnia

My eyes they droop
My brain's like soup
Got bags under the eyes
That are football sized
And i've found of late
I can't concentrate
I think I have insomnia

I think I have insomnia
I think I have insomnia
Although I count up sheep
I cannot get to sleep
I think I have insomnia

Are we normal?? (Part I)

It seems to be something about this flat, or the dwellers within, or something, that leads many people to comment on the lack of normality within F-Sharp and/or within those who dwell therein. So, I shall now set about to investigate what exactly it is that we are meant to be to be normal.

So, what does it mean to be normal?

The mathematical part of me wishes to say that normal means 'perpendicular to'. This is particularly so in the case of being perpendicular to a tangent to a curve (be that a one (or more) dimensional curve). Now, in my experience, normals can be quite useful and quite fun. In fact drawing a tangent to a curve in the space time continuim and you may find yourself at right angles to reality, assuming you are trying to be normal. If this feels rather brain-bending, read some Douglas Adams, then take a tangent to the curve created by your brain bending and return yourself to a normal state.

Now, let us consider that a normal is actually just an extension of a radius, hence we need not go off on tangents to find what is normal, we simply extend a radius (though, on a tangent, extended radii would be useful for some of my netball team, they don't quite reach some of the passes I through over them. If only I had a team of people who were normal!).

This approach has some rather disturbing outcomes, though, if rigorously applied. For example, normal driving would see cars driving off the road at every corner. Baseball pitchers may have trouble throwing curve balls, but they would be comforted to know that a normal hit of one would be guaranteed to be a foul (I'll leave this for you to prove). Let us ignore the awkwardness of a normal speed to travel - which is to go in reverse at the rate you would think you should be going forward at (after all, speed is the gradient of the tangent to the curve relating distance to time). And, of course, the idea of a normal wheel, which would struggle to roll, but then the earth is a sphere, so normally the wheel would have trouble finding somewhere to roll anyway.

More encouragingly, this leads to a rather interesting outcome:
Since any circle has an infinite number of radii, it also has an infinite number of normals. This would then lead us to understand that the circle of life has an infinite number of normals. As such, there can be no one normal to which people aspire, for no normal is any mor normal than another, they are all just, well, normal. In fact, the y share two things in common, they are all normal and they all share just one point of intersection. Now, in terms of an infinite universe, the earth is but a point, and so a useful place for all normality upon it to intersect. Hence we find that no matter what path we choose to take, we are all normal when it comes to the circle of life. And especially normal (if anyone can be) are astronauts.

But more on normality later, it now approaches the time when the normal to the position of the hands on the clock points me to bed, indicating that it must be my normal bedtime...

OH&S Issues

I managed to burn myself at work today. Difficult for a computer programmer, but what can you say - I'm talented.

For the curious, this is because I was making a hot chocolate, and I unexpectedly burned myself on a boiling hot mug of lukewarm milk. No doubt there is a plausible reason for why the cup heated up significantly faster than it's contents, and I am looking forward to having somebody tell me...