tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132718652011-12-03T21:21:37.521+11:00A day in the life of a busy abodeF#http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174275314108955269noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1139974337687181412006-02-15T14:24:00.000+11:002006-02-15T14:33:40.963+11:00

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

Duncan Aldridgenoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1127913832831944512005-09-28T23:01:00.000+10:002005-09-28T23:23:52.840+10:00

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

F#http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174275314108955269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1127910306081526382005-09-28T22:17:00.000+10:002005-09-28T22:25:06.086+10:00

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...

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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

greggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14539002996570635790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1122381695414127112005-07-26T02:37:00.000+10:002005-07-26T22:42:54.186+10:00

I think I have insomniaI think I have insomniaThough I'm tucked in tightI can't sleep at nightI think I have insomniaMy eyes they droopMy brain's like soupGot bags under the eyesThat are football sizedAnd i've found of lateI can't concentrateI think I have insomniaI think I have insomniaI think I have insomniaAlthough I count up sheepI cannot get to sleepI think I have insomnia

greggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14539002996570635790noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1121348695727704732005-07-14T22:41:00.000+10:002005-07-14T23:44:55.733+10:00

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 '

greggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14539002996570635790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1120568124036254942005-07-05T22:50:00.000+10:002005-07-05T22:55:24.040+10:00

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

Gazzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318905409253436085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1120136983560507502005-06-30T22:57:00.000+10:002005-06-30T23:09:43.576+10:00

Farewell Tours .. its never really the final thing, they'll always continue the marketing for one more Last Ever tour. I can imagine the Rolling Stones final tour, with Mick Jagger in a wheelchair, Keith Richards, with a walking frame, still whispering, I Can't Get No Satisfaction.Brett Lee plays another cricket match.. no seriously... he's like on the field, like bowling. Woah, are the

Duncan Aldridgenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1119443121729413402005-06-22T22:16:00.000+10:002005-06-22T22:25:21.733+10:00

Just a though, if for the next four years or so the Government has a clear mandate to pass whatever it likes through the House of Reps and the Senate, then surely anything that does not require a greater percentage than the government holds won't need to be debated. Therefore, the Opposition and minor parties need not turn up to Parliament, saving on travel and accommodation expenses as well as

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A pleasant presentation of peppers atop pieced Parthenaise (not evangelised) preceded the prolific placement of pseudo-vitamins upon a pheasant plate. Perfect! Publish Post Please

F#http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174275314108955269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1119266174654902042005-06-20T21:04:00.000+10:002005-06-20T21:16:14.660+10:00

One of my friends said this about a christian flat * that he knows:Unfortunately they've changed so often that I'm never sure who is there just that they are all Christians and they seem to keep replenishing themselves...like the mythical hydra itself.This struck me as amusing, because I think it can be applied to quite a lot of group houses that I know (possibly even this one).* That is, an

Gazzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318905409253436085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1119265282959949032005-06-20T20:57:00.000+10:002005-06-20T21:01:22.963+10:00

Greg has the flu, Duncan is being stalked by a Bridgestone girl (distant relative of Michelin Man?) and a hippo is sitting on our television. Sometimes one has to wonder if the craziness is a result of the flatmates or the flatmates are a result of the craziness...

greggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14539002996570635790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1119142806947526832005-06-19T10:53:00.000+10:002005-06-19T11:00:06.953+10:00

A couple of events of the weekend have reinforced why I love sport, and a typically F# type Saturday afternoon. :: So, who would have thunk, Saturday afternoon the flatmates sit down to watch some television, and we watch the Swifts beat the Phoenix in Netball, Eastwood, beat Warringah in thugby, then follow it up with Australia's tense win over the Kiwi's in, no not rugby, not cricket, but Lawn

Duncan Aldridgenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1119108119552614742005-06-19T01:17:00.000+10:002005-06-19T01:21:59.556+10:00

The new adds from Maccas say about their coffee:"So good you'll think someone else made it"Is this an admission from them that the rest of their products are substandard??

F#http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174275314108955269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1118929740236497022005-06-16T22:34:00.000+10:002005-06-16T23:50:03.590+10:00

Newbie's Introduction To PortsAs some of you may be aware, there are lots of different things that you can do with networking. Most people know about webpages (aka. the world wide web) and FTP for transferring files efficiently. However, there's also a whole range of other, more esoteric but still useful, functions (eg. to synchronise your clock, check if a computer is responding, login to

Gazzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318905409253436085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1118656906949970612005-06-13T19:47:00.000+10:002005-06-16T17:19:56.793+10:00

Here's the favourite vegetables (and herbs) of the flat...Gary: Onion: A perennial faviourite, with equally universal relevance. Wherther it's a BBQ, stir-fry, pasta or salad, there's always a place for onion. Chilli: of course - just ask anybody who has experienced my cooking. Capsicum: Almost as ubiquitous as onion, and it doesn't make you cry. Snow peas: I have loved these since

F#http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174275314108955269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1118654354771127242005-06-13T19:18:00.000+10:002005-06-13T19:19:14.776+10:00

Tonight's excellent repast (if I do say so myself) was Chicken Tikka Masala, with thanks to the fine folk at Pataks. Just add some tender chicken, crunchy capsicum and piquant onion (all chopped into strip), then let simmer for a short time. Mmmmmmm - curry.

F#http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174275314108955269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1118320348278731562005-06-09T22:30:00.000+10:002005-06-09T22:32:28.280+10:00

For the first time in living memory, we have no dinner plates in the cupboard. Perhaps it's time to do the washing up...

F#http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174275314108955269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1118236374713474952005-06-08T22:39:00.000+10:002005-06-08T23:12:54.716+10:00

People often ask me where the name gazimon came from. Is it a nickname from school? A famous character in a computer game? The consequence of some strange cultic initiation ceremony ("Shark Bait! Muhaha")?The answer, of course (in true literary style) is none of the options I have given you. The answer lies back in the days when potato chip companys had realised that charging $1 for a small bag

Gazzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318905409253436085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1118141578653559492005-06-07T20:45:00.000+10:002005-06-07T22:08:41.333+10:00

Tonight for dinner, the flatmates ate continental style. Tender chicken breast strips were simmered in a succulent Scallopini sauce, before being served on a bed of pipe rigate pasta (nicely al dente). On the side, a generous dash of seasonal vegetables, lightly steamed.Desserts were also provided, this being a round of juicy orange pieces a la Red Hat.

F#http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174275314108955269noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271865.post-1118141050525499042005-06-07T20:14:00.000+10:002005-06-07T22:54:04.790+10:00

Preamble This shall be a Memorandum of Understanding (MoU) between the undersigned parties: G2 G3 G5 Epaphras Applicability and EffectThis MoU shall be binding between the protected parties and also all humanity, both individually and corporately, until the part in question is erased. Definitions Flatmate: A person named in (1) i to iv, or anyone temporarily sleeping over. Code

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