tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74975719275290469132024-03-09T05:57:05.110+11:00The Murder's BlogM to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497571927529046913.post-84002170825556648562009-10-21T22:38:00.004+11:002009-10-21T22:54:52.353+11:00The Blog is BackWow, I can't believe it is back. No posts since February, I really should be divorced, dumped, forgotten about but no like a true stalker i am back.<br /><br />So what's new? A few things, I am embarked on a weight loss journey (which isn't going so well so don't ask), I cancelled two overseas holidays, Kevin Rudd and the State Govt are still fucked, MJ died and more importantly i am looking for a house.<br /><br />House hunting... I hate everything about it. There is really not one component of the whole process I enjoy. the wasted weekends, the over priced properties, the hopeless real estate agents, it causes fights with your loved ones, leaving your details etc etc etc.<br /><br />It seems that everyone had a brain fart and thought the $14,000 first home buyers grant meant you could spend $50k over what you could afford.<br /><br />Can't someone just turn up at my front door with a set of keys and says "I've found you a house, it is in your price range, exactly what you want, all ready for you to move in." Life is never that easy.M to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497571927529046913.post-91222934493187000792009-02-25T17:21:00.003+11:002009-02-25T18:23:57.010+11:00Nightmare On Murdocca Street...Ever have one of those days when you feel like the world is against you? Well, that happened...to me...today.<br /><br />It all started with a struggle out of bed, an hour training session then being late for work. To follow, I added something to our work server (out of the goodness of my heart) only to receive and email stating that I had breached policies and it needed to be removed ASAP.<br />Then parking inspectors out on a power trip marked my car, and the only spot I could find within a 5km radius of work, was actually 5kms away. I had a headache.<br /><br />After a 20min presentation by a media owner who read off the presentation pretty much word for word, I really was starting to feel that it was all going down hill...<br /><br />An afternoon meeting with a client with a bulging headache to brainstorm something I knew nothing about, with people speaking a language I did not understand topped it off. After not even being offered a glass of water I almost had to lay by the powerade I bought, scrounging around for the $4.50 the convenience store was charging. I almost said, and no word of a lie "you should be ashamed of yourself."<br /><br />Parking police were out again, but I saw an all day spot - started running over to get the car only to find I a) hadn't put the brake on and b) it was still in drive.<br /><br />Back in office looking for Panadol. Panadol found. Tried to get the panadol out of the box another story, after shaking it profusely, it fell behind the filing cabinet.<br /><br />I can pretty much guarentee that today I have wasted 6 hours of my life, never to be seen again. But you know, just when you think you have it bad you do realise there are people out there worse than you. <br /><br />Check this out... Yes, it is in dutch, but in short the chat show is about medical procedures gone wrong. One poor girl woke up from an operation and couldn't walk and one poor guy accidently had his balls cut off... Apparently the host was fired after. <br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5X1VIyZe3Ws&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5X1VIyZe3Ws&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>M to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497571927529046913.post-24878635368109737612009-01-29T21:12:00.005+11:002009-01-29T21:38:49.190+11:00Just Dance, It'll Be Ok...I've never been at one with the rave party. Just really wasn't ever my thing. Don't get me wrong, I like dance music but haven't ever really been to a dedicated dance party until the weekend...<br /><br />I was with three girlfriends down in Melbourne on the weekend, when one convinced us to go to <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Betterdaze</span> </em>at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Carousel</span> in Albert Park. It started at 1, and thank god we didn't get there till 5pm. After an hour of watching people dance like idiots, girls dressed like they work at Coyote Ugly and boys in muscle singlets, I was thinking to myself "Fuck a duck, another 6 hours of this... I'm not sure I can cope."<br /><br />But then something happened... maybe it was the million red bulls we drank, or the pack of cigarettes we smoked but I found myself heading to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dance floor</span>. We owned that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dance floor</span>, busting out moves I actually didn't even know I had, one in particular and I even named it -"gyration for the nation." It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">involves</span> a strut followed by intense thrusts of the hips, coupled with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">choreographed</span> hand placement.<br /><br />Then it dawned on me, I was now one of these idiots and loving it.<br /><br />We ended up having THE BEST time, dancing till midnight, watching random hook ups, including one of the girls who kissed a guy we called BB (bad breath, he had somehow forgotten to eat which resulted in a severe case of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">halatious</span>).<br /><br />These are the rules I recommend living your life by... Don't judge anyone until you know their story and dance like no one is watching. Idiots really do have more fun.<br /><br />P.s what is it with siblings thinking that because they bought the card then they don't need to contribute to a present?? PETER?M to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497571927529046913.post-42178383438858378602009-01-09T09:05:00.001+11:002009-01-09T09:29:04.877+11:00What a Whopper...It surprises me how much information people will put on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Stalkbook</span>. To date, I have learnt many things... My cousin and her boyfriend broke up, a "friend" got engaged in Fiji, Marc washes his hair on a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Thursday</span>, Jenny can't cope blah blah blah...<br /><br />From my previous posts you may have read about the Sunday Night eviction I am holding on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Facebook</span> to remove "friends" that aren't really my friends.<br /><br />Well, so far only one has been removed - but believe me there are plenty more to come, especially after this was sent to me. Burger King has come up with the most ingenious plan, see below link.<br /><br /><a title="http://www.whoppersacrifice.com/" href="http://www.whoppersacrifice.com/">http://www.whoppersacrifice.com/</a><br /><br />This is basically is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">program</span> you download, remove 10 friends and you are rewarded with a free Whopper! So far 12,070 people have been sacrificed which leads me to believe that given the choice if you had to cut me as a friend for a whopper - you would. No questions asked. "Remove friend" Hello burger goodness.<br />Let's face it, that burger will probably give you more satisfaction in the 20 secs it takes to eat it than someone sitting in your friends list.<br /><br />At the moment it is only open to US residents but Come On Australia! - Burger King/Hungry Jacks or whatever you are called now get your act together and let me be rewarded for ditching friends.<br /><br />Social Marketing at its best I say...M to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497571927529046913.post-47215593974712282142009-01-04T18:02:00.000+11:002009-01-04T18:45:07.321+11:00Hi Ho, Hi Ho, Its Off To The Shops We Go...Not sure if you realised but Christmas is over... time to take down the tree and remove those hideous lights that you have covering your house. Time to reflect on what a wonderful life we have and what a great day was shared in the sun with family and friends. Time to hit the sales...<br /><br />I love shopping, I love everything about it but was it just me, or did anyone else notice most of the shops had things on sale before Christmas?! What a disappointment. I guess the old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">GFC</span> (global financial crisis) is hitting everything. If Kevin Rudd wanted to boost the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">economy</span> he should have given that $1,000 to every 23-28 year old women, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">because</span> god knows I would have dropped that in about 30 secs. But <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">seriously</span>, I feel like everything is in crisis these days... financial crisis, employment crisis, housing crisis. Why now, does the world have to deny me of a good sale and put me in a bargain crisis!?<br /><br />I had to quench my shopping thirst so made the mistake of heading out to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">DFO</span> yesterday. After spending 1.5 hours trying to get into the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Oroton</span> store, something dawned on me - I am over it?? I am over the thrill of having something reduced from $295, down to $150 only to have 50% knocked off again at the cash register? Well after being elbowed by an Asian woman I was seriously starting to think so.<br />After getting out of there I was driving home when i noticed a little shoe shop in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Mosman</span>. And after walking out with the cutest pair of flats for $30, I knew that fire was still in me.<br /><br />I've always said, people who say money can't buy you happiness clearly doesn't know where to shop.<br />2009 people, keep your heads up high, and when your down... just dance<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CU2JhYM8tY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CU2JhYM8tY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>M to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497571927529046913.post-79569405936909797112008-12-22T22:04:00.000+11:002008-12-22T22:30:34.255+11:00All I Want for Christmas Is Food...My favourite Christmas song in the whole wide world is Mariah Carey's "All I want for Christmas is You." I have been playing it every morning to get the office in the festive spirit. Not sure it is working, as I have already had complaints.<br />Ahh Christmas... Every year we say "I can't believe it is Christmas already" - well believe it.<br />But is it sad that the thing I am most looking forward to this Christmas is food? Honestly, I have now been dreaming about it for 2 days.<br /><br />I remember one Christmas Eve my brother woke up and saw "Santa" visiting our place delivering our new bikes. I believed that story for years and years. That was the highlight of my childhood and the story that was told over and over again every year. Then something happened... I realised opening presents and taking about Santa were just time wasting tactics designed to distract your stomach from the wondrous, amazing taste sensation that was about to hit your lips.<br /><br />I'm half Italian, half Greek and from my experience, a wog's worst nightmare is people being hungry. You've just eaten dinner but still "Are you hungry, want me to make you something else, come on I'll put on a sauce etc etc etc etc"<br />So needless to say, Christmas Day for my family revolves around eating. If we aren't eating, we are cooking, if we are not cooking we are talking about what we are going to eat. And I love it.<br /><br />We often get too caught up in the commercialisation of Christmas, but for me sitting around with a plate full of food, a good glass of wine, family and friends - it just doesn't get better.<br /><br />You know what is even better than Christmas food... knowing you will be eating leftovers for the next four days. YessssssssssssssssssssM to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497571927529046913.post-64254673648051045462008-12-07T21:47:00.000+11:002008-12-07T22:08:54.955+11:00Who needs friends when you have Facebook?I'm having a Carrie Bradshaw, Sex in the City moment. Don't worry I'm not going to sit near my window with a cigarette and ask myself <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rhetorical</span> questions, no my Sex in the City moment revolves around friends.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Facebook</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">facebook</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">facebook</span>... or as I like to call it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Stalkbook</span>. Who doesn't enjoy a S<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">talkbook</span> session of going through people's photos, reading their wall and checking status updates. It seems that people love to self promote, tell people what they are having for dinner, how drunk they were, how hungover they are etc etc etc etc.<br /><br />I have over 300 "friends" on S<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">talkbook</span>... but really how many are actually my friends. People I went to school with 15 years ago and random people who I met on Saturday night just don't cut it.<br />So now I have invested my time in what I like to the Sunday Night Eviction. Slowly and surely, one by one cutting "friends" off the list. Cause heaven forbid one of these friends find out they are no longer on my list.<br /><br />It seems that privacy has flown out the window. And social conversation now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">involves</span> words such as "tagging" and "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">OMG</span>, profile pic!". When you meet people, its not "what's your number" anymore, more like - "Do you have F<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">acebook</span>?". It seems nobody actually likes to talk to anyone anymore. First it was the phone, then the fax, then slowly the mobile, text message, email and now social networking. Its like people are avoiding <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">each other</span>.<br /><br />A few of my "real" friends are cutting F<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">acebook</span> out of their lives... how on earth will they know what's going on in the world????M to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497571927529046913.post-7415230478756597752008-11-21T23:03:00.000+11:002008-11-21T23:28:14.107+11:00iScream, uScream, we all scream for Iphone...My new iPhone arrived yesterday. I was probably the 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> person in my office to jump on board the technology train and donate to the Apple Corporation's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">GFC</span> fund.<br /><br />Like all new things I get a hold off... I'm obsessed.<br />This gadget is amazing, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I've</span> added applications which can tell me where the nearest bar is, where I can eat for cheap and if i find a song I like on the radio, hold the iPhone up to it and using <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Shazam</span> it automatically tells you who the artist, album and song name. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">iPhone</span> is ingenious. You can then at one tap head to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">iTunes</span> store and buy the song for a small fee.<br />Trust me, i don't work for the Apple Corp.<br /><br />I'm logged onto wireless so can access the net at literally a touch of a button.<br /><br />It made me think, with mobile advertising <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">undoubtedly</span> only going to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">increase</span>, will our personal wireless devices be the key to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">truly</span> connecting to consumers? In order for it to work content providers need to make sure the opt in/out action still applies. As soon as people start being bombarded with shit they don't want is when the revolt against mobile advertising will occur.<br /><br />Through the powers of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">bluetooth</span>, applications, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">SMS</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">MMS</span> is where mobile advertising will take off. I'm not convinced advertising on mobile built websites will work.<br /><br />The key to mobile advertising will really be providing users with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">relevant</span> and entertaining content.<br /><br />Now... I will buy and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">iPhone</span>, I must buy and iPhone...M to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497571927529046913.post-61183346178711235532008-11-15T00:28:00.000+11:002008-11-15T00:45:43.972+11:00You Know What Grinds My Gears...The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">NSW</span> State Govt... What a bunch of dickheads.<br /><br />As far as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> concerned they have done nothing for this state except raise taxes and make empty promises. Now they are raising the Bridge toll and parking leases to encourage people to use public transport.<br />Yes, lets all jump on train or bus that is half an hour late, with a man's sweaty arm pit in your face while you stand for 2 hours <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">because</span> its so packed. No, that's not frustrating at all.<br /><br />I say, with the extra money they make from this toll increase why not have a think about how the Spit Bridge can be more effective or how we can ease up congestion and bottlenecks from the people who are trying to get into the city the way they want to. Because that's right, that was one of their election promises, which <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">conveniently</span> got dropped as soon as they realised they couldn't afford it.<br />How about before you, the State Govt promise the people of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">NSW</span> anything you actually take the time to see if the state can afford it, god knows we give you enough of our money and you still keep screwing us around.<br /><br />You know how i said I think blogs are away to vent their frustration... this is me.... venting.<br /><br />I could go on for hours... The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">proposed</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Frenchs</span> Forest Hospital, which has now been scrapped but yet Manly and Mona Vale Hospital are so under funded they are being driven in to the ground. The Taxi change over time - 3am. Come on, you wonder why people start fights etc when all the want to do is go home but can't find a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">cabbie</span> who will take them. The list goes on.<br /><br />Lets get rid of them. 13 years in Govt and the state is in the worse shape it has ever been. Give it up Labor... You suckM to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497571927529046913.post-171570619800195092008-11-09T11:52:00.000+11:002008-11-09T17:30:16.331+11:00Can I be Michelle Obama?Just putting it out there, but I think Obama is hot. Charismatic, smart and now the new leader of the most powerful country in the world - The United States of America.<br /><br />Not sure if you watched the election, but I was astounded at the amount of support Obama had in Australia. Our whole office was gathered around the TV watching the votes being counted and then ultimately the announcement that Barack Obama won. I remember when it was announced Kevin Rudd had been elected our new PM, I was outside drinking a Bacardi Breezer not really caring about what it meant for our country.<br /><br />What does Barack's win mean for Australia and our relations with the US? Who knows, I think Obama's campaign has focused on the change he believes he can make to the states, rather than his plans for his allies. But nevertheless, this has given everyone a bit of optimism in a time where, let's face it - most things are going to shit.M to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497571927529046913.post-7433940731206822912008-11-07T17:34:00.000+11:002008-11-07T17:48:56.591+11:00This is the song that never ends...Yes, it goes on and on my friend.<br /><br />Day two of blogging... have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">received</span> some comments on the blog. Most notably one from my brother stating that "blogging = poop"<br /><br />Why I ask? Why does blogging = poop, heck even I tend to agree. The way I saw it was a device for people to vent their frustrations about the world to an audience who equally won't listen. But then again, people are relying on blogs for advice, for information. The thing that scares me even more is that I think <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> getting addicted.<br />I did hear that journo's posting blogs are using sensationalised titles in order to attract readers? I might have to do the same.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Annnnd</span> now, media companies are finding ways to capitalise on the blog craze. Let's see how it goes, for me I personally don't see how it will work. But like the rise and innovations taking place in the mobile and online communications, I'm guessing this will continue to be explored and exploited.<br /><br />On a side note, you know what else I don't understand... Why men refuse to play sport with ladies? For example we have a ping pong table in the office, two men play - when i want to play they are all suddenly too busy??<br />Me thinks they are just scared to be beaten by THE MURDERM to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497571927529046913.post-76615560251550505572008-11-06T14:58:00.000+11:002008-11-07T15:08:23.638+11:00Once you go black you never go back...I hear blogging is all the rage, so.... I have been encouraged by Virtual Ryf to try my hand at the blogging.<br /><br /><br />However, I have a few hesitations. Namely, will I just be typing for the sake of typing which will then result in a severe case of RSI. Or worse, will no one read this blog of mine. Probably the latter.<br /><br />When I asked my GM of Media if he would read my blog, he replied saying that blogs were private - when I then pushed him to read it his answer was probably what all your answers are going to be... "I'm just not that interested." Heck neither am I, but at the end of the day if Virtual Ryf can plagiarise then anyone can do it.M to the I C Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01555405089001777122noreply@blogger.com1