Whispering Quietly to Myself
Monday, September 19, 2005
  Big weekend - Sunday

One for one
Originally uploaded by Mark_O'F.
Sunday morn, up early to play my part in the film shoot of One for One, a short film being created by Amanda for Tropfest. Being an actor is not much fun, not very interesting, but mysteriously satisfying. I am looking forward to viewing the final result.
  Big weekend - Saturday

John and Churairat's wedding3
Originally uploaded by Mark_O'F.
Saturday started with John and Churairat's wedding. A nice simple wedding, and really lovely reception.

Saturday continued with celebration drinks with Yuki and Scott who got married, eloped really, in London. Caught up with a few friends I really love, but don't see enough of, and met some new friends and had seriously interesting conversations: big up DJ Tanra and Victor F.

Click the photo on left for more pics.
  Big weekend - Friday night.

House party1
Originally uploaded by Mark_O'F.
The start of my weekend was Friday night, when I had a few drinks with friends Vicki, Jostein, Jo and Mark. We saw the Melbourne band SubHuman, and I liked them. Reminded me of a cross between Nirvana and... damn can't remember now, but I liked them.

After the band finished, Tony, a friend of Mark's, suggested we all go to a house party he was invited to. We turned up to find about 400 people in a warehouse studio, four wall projectors, three DJs on a stage, a bar and a cloak room. The photo here is of the two angels hanging in suspended Gogo cages. Yes, quite a "house party". Click the photo for more from that night. 
Friday, August 19, 2005
Ugly and creepy. 
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
  It cuts me up.
Why do we need four blades on one razor? What can four blades do that two blades, used twice, can't? Today I saw a guy on the train with a shaving cut just next to his ear. OK, he had four, all in a row, a bit like this \\\\.

What annoys me is, I like two blades, I'm happy with two blades, but it is becoming very hard to find two blades on a stick. And four blades are twice as expensive.

Now they sell vibrating blade razors. I've used an electric razor, and the buzzing was not helping, it was hindering, and getting in my ear-hole. Come on, are you telling me a vibrating blade is going to cut more than a non-vibrating blade? It's not a chainsaw; it's a piece of sharp metal that feels funny. 
Monday, August 01, 2005
  big weekend

Big weekend!
Saturday morning, walked down to the post-office to send off a copy of A Bollywood Beauty to Texas, and saw a house with half a wheelie-bin above there front door . 157 Rankins Rd, Kensington. Why.

Saturday night was poker night. Maxx and Jeanni hosted a Texas Hold 'em game, twelve players, one person holding all the chips at the end. Damn I would have liked to stay 'til the end, but eight hours later there were still three players left. 3:30am, time for Shalini and Mark to go home.

Sunday, went to Sangeeta and Niraj's house for dinner, and played badminton, roasted marshmellows, and told ghost stories.

If that wasn't enough, tonight is Shalini's book launch, quite possibly the highlight of the year! 
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
  watch your steps

watch your steps
Originally uploaded by Mark_O'F.
I took this picture, because I think this sign in silly. See the sign that says 'Watch your steps'? OK, other than the bad english, the sign hasn't been placed in a good spot. I mean, if your looking down there already, wouldn't you notice the steps? And if you weren't looking down, you wouldn't notice the steps *or* the sign.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
  A Tasty Paste of Tiny Ponies.

Originally uploaded by Mark_O'F.
Shalini and Nellie ran the first night of their stand-up room, on Wednesday night; a success in terms of comedy, if not audience size. Click the photo for further shots.

Tiny Ponies will be running next Wed, and the Wed after that.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Originally uploaded by Mark_O'F.
This is Eureka tower, at night. It is huge, and will look great when they turn the power on. It is being built very quickly, and I just hope it does not fall on my Telstra office, which is just across the road.
Monday, July 11, 2005

Originally uploaded by Mark_O'F.
I've posted a cute dog before, this is the opposite. Yes, it's real; it's the winner of an Ugliest dog competition in Germany. 

Originally uploaded by Mark_O'F.
A nice photo of Aarian, my wife's nephew. Cute as, but boy, he needs a haircut.

More entries to follow! 

Originally uploaded by Mark_O'F.
A mug-shot of a friend of mine, name of Geezer.

Ok, the clown suit is a bit much, but you should see the other shirts he wears. Geezer, here's to you. 
  Rayan monster

Rayan monster
Originally uploaded by Mark_O'F.
Mucking around, taking photo's at night with the flash on the mobile, Rayan thought it would be a good idea to scream, growl, and shake his head around. We were very pleased with the results.
  Get with the picture

Originally uploaded by Mark_O'F.
One more attempt to get up and get blogging regularly, this time, by getting with the picture. New mobile with camera, and I'm having fun taking snaps everywhere.

This is me pretending to be frustrated by the camera function on my new Samsung D500 mobile. Not very convincing, as it is very easy to use, an has more functions than you can poke a digital stick at. 
Thursday, May 26, 2005
  3 things that made me smile.
1. Day before yesterday I was playing mp3's on my work computer, and Tam sitting next to me recognised a song: 'Wendy Matthews, The Day you Went Away' he said. Great track, very touching, but I don't think it would be known outside Australia. Tam was the last person I expected to recognise this song, and it made me smile.

2. I ordered a toasted sandwich for lunch, and just as they put it in the toaster, I remembered that I'd brought my lunch from home that day. STUPID! So I bought the sandwich, and ate both lunches.

3. While I was on the tram this morning, my mobile rang. Shalini asked me "Where are you?" and I said "North Melbourne somewhere" and the elderly dude next to me said "Well, you won't be in five minutes!" Possibly he was making a weak joke, or possibly he was making a not-so-biting commentary on the so-called usefulness of mobile technology. Either way, I was mildly amused. 
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
  time to blog
I've been lazy. LAZY.

It's time to start blogging regularly again. I'll start by stealing an idea from Three Beautiful Things. Three things that made me smile yesterday.

Saw a little girl on the way home, one hand holding her mother's, the other holding out a handful of brown maple leaves by the stalks, like a bouquet of flowers.

2. Got home, quite late for me, and was greeted by Shalini, kissing me all over my face. So cute, and so wonderful. I can't think of a better way to come home.

3. I finally beat The Empress, in the XBox game Prince of Persia: Warrior Within, an enjoyable and challenging game. Curiously enough, after slashing that tough wench with my sword a hundred times, she violently explodes into a pile of magical sand. Go figure. Still; deeply satisfying.
Friday, April 29, 2005
this is another word I love. Think W.C. Fields. Say it with floppy lips. Indubitably! 
Thursday, April 28, 2005
I feel that this blog has become boring, so I'm not afraid anymore of making it even more boring. With that pre-amble, behold: My Dream Last Night.

I was at Telstra Research Laboratories. Someone said to me, "Hey the super-computer here has decided to record everything that Australians are typing into the internet, like into forms, and into search engines, stuff like that. It is saving it all into files 50Mb big, and there are thousands of them. What should we do?"

I said to them, "Delete them!" I was thinking that I don't want them, and if someone found out, we'd be in real trouble.

"But look!" they cried, and they put the file onto a huge screen, a file crammed with text from one side to the other, no spaces. They zoomed out to view the whole file on the screen, the letters reducing to dots, and a fuzzy picture of my car was revealed. They showed me others, of my house, and people walking down the street, etc.

For some strange reason, I got really scared and woke myself up, and couldn't get back to sleep for a little while. I was thinking in my half asleep haze that it would make a really good movie, even though it was so scary. (I don't understand anymore what was so scary)

On a more sane note, and inspired by thisisthis, I wanted to share with the world my favourite words.

Hypotheses (plural form): Cause it just roles off the tongue like a cool Greek god.

Placebo: I like the way it sounds like a medical disorder (Sir, I'm afraid the diagnosis is acute placebo...) but is actually something used to cure them.

Hmmm, more to come later, if I my brain starts working again. 
Friday, April 15, 2005
  Cockeyed.com: An Unsolicited Commercial Love Story
I love real stories on the net! And they are very hard to find!  
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
www.whorepresents.com: another URL that disappoints. 
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
  Gizoogle - Transizlatin' Page - http://wqtm.blogspot.com/
Dat's some funny stizzle. 
Thursday, February 17, 2005
  Mad scientists unite
Reading through the archives on this site, I quickly realised that there are more insane, ignorant, lazy, adventurous, deluded, creepy, lazy, nerdy, nature hating, and JAW-DROPPINGLY BIZZARE people out there than I like to believe. 
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
  Endless Octave
How long can you handle it? 
Monday, February 07, 2005
  Kellie Kelly
I just spoke to someone on the phone named Kellie Kelly. You try to sound self-assured when thrown a curve-ball like that.

Yes, she pronounces them the same, I asked.

During a break in the conversation, someone at her end approached her and asked her something. I heard Kellie say "Sorry, I'm not Kylie, I'm Kellie. Kylie sits over there."

I was shocked. Surely when you are introduced to someone named Kellie Kelly, it's hard to forget that their name is... Kellie? 
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
  Tush stud.
When I got my eyebrow pierced, my aunt freaked out. She was sayin’ stuff like “Ear-rings on men, now this. What next!? A pierced bum?!” I said to her, “Take a look Aunty, I’ve already got a bum piercing, its called a tush stud.” The concept of body piercing has only one place further to go. What’s the next logical step? One day my nephew is going to say to me: "Hey uncle Mark, check this out. I know you can’t see anything. Duh! No, put your hand here. Hey don’t freak out, its just a bladder ring man! Dude, you’re such an old man! I’m getting a pancreas stud next month, and I’m saving up for a liver tatt’." 
When I got my eyebrow pierced, my aunt freaked out. She was sayin’ stuff like “Ear-rings on men, now this. What next!? A pierced bum?!” I said to her, “Take a look Aunty, I’ve already got a bum piercing, its called a tush stud.” The concept of body piercing has only one place further to go. What’s the next logical step? One day my nephew is going to say to me: "Hey uncle Mark, check this out. I know you can’t see anything. Duh! No, put your hand here. Hey don’t freak out, its just a bladder ring man! Dude, you’re such an old man! I’m getting a pancreas stud next month, and I’m saving up for a liver tatt’." 
  Metablog: blogging about blogging
Meta-comedy: It’s a word I made up. Meta-communication is talking about talking, and meta-data is data about data. Meta-comedy is being funny about being funny. See! Good word hey.

Then there’s meta-irony: when irony is ironic. Alanis Morissette wrote a song called Ironic, which does have examples of bad luck, but does not in fact have any examples of real irony. The name and chorus of the song is being ironic because the song lacks ironic examples: Meta-irony.

Great, I've got a head-ache now.

Then there's meta-sarcasm: being sarcastic about sarcasm. Don't get me started. 
  The Anti-Nigella
You know Nigella Lawson? She shits me. She loves the food, loves cooking, loves everything about it. The food is erotic, the smells are alluring, the utensils are empowering, the appliances are magical, the stove is sizzling, the fridge is wintry, the pantry is welcoming, the plates are delectable, the napkins are cuddly, and a toothpick between your teeth is a wicked excess for the orally tidy. Wink at the camera.

She loves cooking as much as I love watching Charmed. Naked.

Now, I don’t like cooking. Just for balance, I’d like to see the polar opposite of Nigella get his own show. It wouldn’t be a big show, most people wouldn’t like him, but I’d like him. You might be flicking channels and find this guy behind a kitchen bench, saying “Now watch out for this stuff, it feels real icky, and tastes dodgy. I’ll be getting’ takeaway tonight. Now a lot of people love this stuff. Never trust seafood. Smells weird. Spices! Chuck em in the bin. Spices are too strong, appliances are baffling, your stove is a deathtrap, the fridge is septic, the pantry is alarming, my plates are disposable, cutlery is annoying, napkins are a waste of money (you got sleeves, right?), and a toothpick in the carpet is a vicious booby trap for the bare-footed.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Misleading URLs. Gotta love em. Take a look a these dirty web-sites.

and you can't tell us they didn't know what
they were doing.
  What famous leader are you?

What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

Found this funny web "sticker", toyed with the idea of putting it into my sidebar, maybe not, it's getting a bit untidy. 
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
  The Office: Shudder
It's hard to describe the pleasure and the pain that is The Office. It should be classified as 'Horror'. You watch because it hurts. I guess it hurts because it's so horribly, horribly human. I really feel for the characters; I think most people do. When Dawn and Tim kissed, viewers cheered - I think I even did.

But it hurts because you know the characters are trapped. Trapped in their own skins, trapped in their own heads, and trapped in the office. I guess I watch for those little signs that they are still sane, like when Tim looks into the camera: see I'm an optimist.

If you have never seen an episode, you don't know what you are missing. And if you choose to miss it, I'll understand perfectly. 
Monday, December 13, 2004
  Soapy Goldfish: Cocky Tosser
Want a good read? I recommend the above link, a very funny blogger.  
Friday, December 10, 2004
  Skeletal Systems of cartoon characters
See, I just like the idea.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
  Whinese Chispers
Over the weekend, my wife's family threw a sixtieth birthday party for my mother-in-law. Happy sixtieth birthday Sushma! The idea was to hold the party at her place, do the cooking, preparation, and drinks for her; she can relax. Well, if you have a mother like Shalini's, you know how long she can actually be seated.

It was a great 'party', all of her Melbourne family were there. At one stage we were all sitting in a circle on the patio. I don't remember how or why, but we ended up playing Chinese Whispers. It was funny and the most fun I've had with Shalini's cousin's.
It was Niraj's wife, Sangeeta's, turn to start a Chinese Whisper. She whispered "Niraj is a nut" and it started going around the circle. Everyone who heard it and passed it on was giggling and laughing. It came to Niraj's mother and father, and they passed it on, saying "Yes, I definitely agree, well done Sangeeta."

In fact the message stayed correct until it reached the girl sitting just before Niraj. She looked shocked, and refused to whisper it on. She thought she had heard "Niraj is a fuck." No-one else knew that, so we eventually convinced her to pass it on to Niraj. He looked even more shocked. First he was shocked at Sangeeta, then he was shocked at mum and dad for agreeing with her. Of course, he refused to pass it on, so it all came out what had happened. Family = good value!
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
  Faith restored
I'f I'd brought a camera with me on Saturday night, I'd have taken a few pics. Instead I will just describe what I would have taken shots of.

Click: this one is of me shakin' by bad thing, in the centre of Vodaphone stadium, amongst a HUGE crowd, to refrains of "God is a DJ..." Maybe Maxi Jazz was God that night, maybe it was the drugs.

Click: take a look at Geezer, house lights up way too bright, enter some cheeky woman using the old 'ooh, your jumper looks so warm...' ploy.

Click: this one shows the three of us walking back from Vodaphone Stadium, pondering Melbourne's grids of sqare pseudo-stars, listening to Chris' ceaseless monolog on his fervour for Michael Franti.

Click: this shot is dominated by fake blood, slashed wedding dresses and a scary dude with chicken livers and lamb's brains stapled to his wife-basher. Chris is saying to me, "This is my bloody mix!"

Click: last on the roll is one of me, next morning, no hang-over, and beaming wide!

So thank you for your generosity Alex, and Geezer, and hell, even Chris. Woo Hoo! 
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
  Another dumb joke
I made up a joke on the way to work this morning.

Joke: What is the common link with all these words: Punt, pit, pock, puck, pick, pits... parsehole.

That's it! Too obscure? 
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
  Baby, you can light my fire
Lately, I've been helping Shalini out with her show. Not much involved really, turning lights up and down at the right time, turning volumes up and down at the right time, easy.

The most difficult part is choosing suitable music to play between acts. You want something to give the right atmosphere. Something not too hot, not too cold, not too light, not too heavy, not too fast, not too slow, not too sweet, not too sour, not too familar, not too commercial; but just right. You want the crowd wide awake, but not too distracted, earballs open, jiggling in their seats, but not jumping out of them.

I'm finding D.I.G. and Spiderbait are filling that aural niche very nicely.

Ultimately, my part is a small part of the show. The girls are the stars; they make the audience laugh, sometimes a little, sometimes too much. Never-the-less, an audience to a comedy show is the most unpredictable thing I've ever seen.

I've developed a neat analogy for comedy, as is my want. A fire needs three things: fuel, air and a spark. A comedian supplies the fuel (routine) and air (personality), but the audience hold the spark (the laugh.) If the spark ain't there, the comedian has to create the spark, and that can be hard, like blowing on an ember. If the spark is already roaring, it's a lot easier, and the fire will warm both the audience and comedian.

And wouldn't life be cold without laughter? 
Friday, October 01, 2004
I heard recently there is a computer system call GSys. I suppose there being computer systems named Buddha and Kali, maybe it was inevitable.

I'm glad I don't use it. I wouldn't like to have to say, with a straight face, "GSys is down!" "I'm booting up GSys" "GSys is giving me an error" "GSys is so user friendly!" 
  Sooty and the Beast
Despite firmly sticking my head in a book every time I jump on the train, I find myself always looking around and thinking about other people.

Between Newmarket Station and Flinders St Station, I came to two conclusions today, one about me, and one about the book I'm reading. Firstly, I should be very thankful for not being an ugly person. Some people are ugly. Some people are very ugly. I've seen them, on trains. You know the saying "well, you're no oil painting!" Well, I am, compared to heaps of other people.

Secondly, Russell McGilton hates car exhaust. I'm reading a book called Yakety Yak, Bombay to Beijing by Bicycle at the moment, and really enjoying it. I'm halfway through, and noticed today that every time, I mean every time, Russell mentions a car, truck, bus or train, he has to mention the exhaust it is "spewing." He is also very focused on the pollution levels of each city he visits. As for me, the exhaust a car is producing is one of the last things I notice about it, and that says a lot about how blind to exhaust I've become. 
Thursday, September 02, 2004
  the hub
I am spinning out. Chronologically, I was bored at work, I went to blogger, looked through the recently updated blogs, found kittyletter blog, liked the name, it had only one post, but I was was so impressed, added a comment, which impressed Blaine's teacher who is running the hub, who sent an e-mail to James who read my blog, and quoted a blog post of mine. I was was bored at work again, and was checking search engines for my own blog, and found James' blog, which pointed me back to the hub. Guess that's were the name "web" comes from.

When I checked out the hub, I learnt that Zoe's class members- 8s (year 8?) - are each writing a blog. I was impressed with the quality, variety, and feistiness of this group. They're comment mad! And don't forget classmate Tom, who got jacked of the class rules, and has started - another - non-graded blog. Stick it to the man Tom! 
Monday, August 30, 2004
  Weekend high-jinks
Here are a few high-lights from the past 72 hours:

Most memorable was dining at a fabulous Japanese restaraunt on St Georges Rd, in Ascot Vale. Nearly fell off my chair when I saw the dried fish flakes curling and squiming on top of my octopus in okonimi-yaki balls. I mean, this stuff was really moving; I was ready to block the exits. Shalini and I eventually worked out that the heat from the food was making the flakes move, but for a couple of gaijin, this stuff made our night. I've tried to find info on the net about it, and it's maybe called bonito, or kezuribushi, or katsuo-bushi.

Maybe it was the delicious sake, but I also confessed my increasing infatuation with X-Box, which wasn't a disaster.

Friday night I picked my mum up from the airport, she was returning from South Africa. She brought back 2 and a half kilo's of Mebos, and was not surprisingly over-weight. Wily as she is, she talked her way out of extra payments.
Go mum! 
Name: Mark O'Farrell
Location: Melbourne, Australia

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