Thursday 15 November 2007

sweaty and gross

Steve Ballmer is the CEO of Microsoft.
Apparently he wants us to know avout developers. Someone made a song.

Tuesday 30 October 2007

v2.0

Matt wanted to learn to play Crib after watching Az and I play.
So, I've made some modifications to the board. We now can play a 3 player game!

It even has arrows now. That's so you don't get confused as to which direction you're headed (quite problem for us absent minded folk).

PS: The fork prongs work heaps better than the paper clips.

Crib-tastic

If you've never heard of Cribbage, you're missing out.

Crib is a fantastic card game for 2,3 or 4 players. It makes you use/develop your math skills (lots of adding) a fair bit, and that's a good thing.
I've had a great time playing Crib with Mike and Alan down at the Patton St markets on Sundays.
We've been playing over the road at Bell's too. Nice.

Unfotunately, Crib uses a (very nice) specific type of scoring board. Generally it is a flat peice of polished timber with a series of holes up and down the board for each player.
Here's some examples of Cribbage Boards.


So, with no Crib board of my own, I could not play against my housemates. I haven't been able to find one in town (and probably wouldn't have been able to afford it if I had), so I took matters into my own hands.
The problem with trying to make a crib board is that you need materials and tools. I have neither. Nor do I have the finances to acquire such. So, I've made do with the materials and tools available to me.

Here's the results!




Az and I had a couple of games after I made it. He beat me both times. Grr.
By the way, if you're trying to figure it out, those are the prongs from a plastic fork that I've made into pegs.

Find out more about crib here!


Play online here!

Online games against real people here!

Long time no post...

It's been a while. Two months even! Where have you been?
So much has happened in the meantime, I'm not going to try and log it all.
So, here's an update on the last post.
I'm still doing The Late Shift, but now only on Fridays.
The Sanctuary seems to have hit a roadblock. I still can't get the phone on-air and there is still no portable digital recording device available. :(
Jayne's helping me look into a grant to see if someone will give me money to go buy a recorder.
Now, I'm back, lets blog!

By the way, if you have a blog of your own, post it in the comments so I can see!

Tuesday 28 August 2007

The Sanctuary

The current radio show's going well. Nathan's come on a couple of times. We had fun.
And I think My listenership has grown from 2. It's estimated now to be 3 or maybe even 4.
I even had a guy I didn't know call me the other week, just to tell me he does a show on Thursday afternoons and I should listen to it.
Anyways, for a while I've been thinking about doing a spiritual show. I've written a little document outlining what it would be about, the format, etc.

I've called the show The Sanctuary. I think that name encapsulates the idea of the show well. Both protection/safety and spirituality/religion.

I'm hoping to start it in a month or so. If you want to know more, email me or leave a comment and I can send you the proposal for you to give feedback on.
My desk's a mess. I think I should clean it.

Saturday 11 August 2007

Starting a little revolution...

I recently signed up to Facebook and am re-connecting with people from all over the place through it. It's kinda like bebo or myspace for grown-ups and other real people.

I reconnected with Duncan Robinson, who was a leader at the youth group I went to at St Mark's Oakhurst.
Duncan has a new video blog website that is pretty cool. You should go there and watch the video and try it. I think I'm going to have a go at it.

Go to duncanrobinson.net now.





















Why are you still here? I said GO!

Friday 10 August 2007

Creed

Creed for the Modern Thinker

By Steve Turner

We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.

We believe in sex before, during and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
We believe that sodomy's OK.
We believe that taboos are taboo.

We believe that everything's getting better,
despite evidence to the contrary.
The evidence must be investigated
And you can prove anything with evidence.

We believe that there's something in horoscopes,
UFO's and bent spoons;
Jesus was a good man just like Buddha,
Mohammed and ourselves.
He was a good moral teacher although we think
His good morals were bad.

We believe that all religions are basically the same --
at least the one that we read was.
They all believe in love and goodness.
They only differ on matters of creation,
sin, heaven, hell, God, and salvation.

We believe that after death comes the Nothing
Because when you ask the dead what happens
they say nothing.
If death is not the end, if the dead have lied, then it's compulsory heaven for all
excepting perhaps
Hitler, Stalin and Genghis Khan.

We belive in Masters and Johnson.
What's selected is average.
What's average is normal.
What's normal is good.

We believe in total disarmament.
We believe there are direct links between warfare and bloodshed.
Americans should beat their guns into tractors
and the Russians would be sure to follow.

We believe that man is essentially good.
It's only his behavior that lets him down.
This is the fault of society.
Society is the fault of conditions.
Conditions are the fault of society.

We believe that each man must find the truth that is right for him.
Reality will adapt accordingly.
The universe will readjust.
History will alter.
We believe that there is no absolute truth
excepting the truth
that there is no absolute truth.

We believe in the rejection of creeds,
and the flowering of individual thought.


There is a postscript to this poem called Chance.

Chance
If chance be
the Father of all flesh,
disaster is his rainbow in the sky,
and when you hear
State of Emergency!
Sniper Kills Ten!
Troops on Rampage!
Whites go Looting!
Bomb Blasts School!

It is but the sound of man
worshipping his maker.