Thursday, July 08, 2004
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Minor Epithany last night.
I realised I'm running out of time.
I don't mean for this holiday, I mean in general. Life. I'm 21 and I've probably just failed half of my Uni units. I'm not getting where I need to be. Too much time playing games, not enough achieving.

The realisation came last night when I was thinking about my Father. My Dad means the world to me, but as much as I might want to and try to deny it, he's getting older. He won't be around forever. And I want to be somewhere before he isn't... I need to come up with a ten year plan.. And if at all feasible, that will include getting married by the time I'm 30, more than likely. Which is sort of a scary thought. But... Well, I'm 21 now.. And my dad is 60... I'd like to have some grand kids for him to spoil before he's too old to kid around with them the way he does with me. Which is weird. And scary.

I'm nowhere near being ready to be a father... I need a good job first... Some money.. A house... But I'm gonna start looking at the steps I need to take.. Start working on motivation and will power and all that trash and stop making excuses for myself... And I'm gonna stop making promises I'm not gonna keep, like updating this thing regularly. ;)

I'm 21 now.
Time to try and grow up...
"When I became a man, I put away childish things"

Hrmmm...

-Stuart the pushing up hill and heading for over the hill


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Tuesday, July 06, 2004
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The world is tone of gray, and it's beautiful.

I'm wandering around, looking at this city, wandering down streets which are older than the country I live in. Today we parked in a car Park which looked like it's walls were a hundred years old, only the innards replaced with a multi-story parking structure. Isn't capitalism fun?

But the entire country seems alive. The park outside our windows has children playing in it till 8 or 9 at night. There was a small gathering of young girls (A gaggle?) in the archway just outside our doors, chatting away till ten. Seeing me and dad pass by, one of them called out a hello. When I waved in passing, all three waved back. Friendly. And polite!

People who accidentally bump you in the shopping centre say sorry! If they have to get past you they say excuse me! And did I mention that the mid day high was about 18 degrees? The sun on my black jacket still provided warmth, but the air was still beautifully crisp. This is my idea of summer.

So far everything is going well. But I do have a slight complaint. My beloved sister Carolyn seems to have developed 3 habits which really irritate me which she didn't seem to have before. First, and someone tell me if I'm being hypocritical here, but she has this tendency of walking really fast in crowded areas without allowing for the two people following behind. Also realised that because of this break neck duck and weave pace, it doesn't really facilitate talking while walking, which results in me trudging along behind, trying to keep an eye on her and dad and having no idea where we're going, soemthing I find fairly annoying.

Second, she's become a germophobe. As in she carries sterile wipes EVERYWHERE and she forces us to use them before eating. Now.. I wash my hands when I go to the bathroom... And if I've been handling something disgusting... but I don't think it's nescessary everytime I step out the door. Or in. And this is the woman who's planning on having a child...? That poor kid is gonna get bleached once a week, I just know it.

Third and final. She's a wanderer. There's nothing I loathe more than wandering aimlessly at shopping centres, just looking at everything. I don't know why, but it irritates me. Immensely. You should know what you want, go in, grab it, get out. Not just wander up and down each isle going la de dar de dar. *Twitch* Ok... Now I've vented... But I don't really feel better. Damnit.

-Stu the Iceman
P.S. Check the two posts below. Due to net access restrictions, posts will be popping up in clumps. New york post finally finished with a 4 page update (GASP! Prepare to be mildly entertained)


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I'm in Scotland and I'm in love.

It is beautiful here. The weather is overcast and chilled, temperature running at about 16 degrees, give or take a degree (Yes, celcius.). Only complaint thus far is that it's light here for about 18 -20 hours a day, which is confusing the hell out of my body clock. New York was bad, but not THIS bad.

The plane trip was pretty uneventful. British Airways kicks the snot out of Qantas. We even got upgraded to economy plus, Economy with extra leg room. Very nice. Movie selection was good, including Hell Boy and Shaun of the Dead. Unfortunately, due to time differences and all that, I conked out half way through Hell Boy, which had been fairly solid upto that stage, and only woke up in time to catch about 15 minutes of Shaun of the Dead. The old rocker from Love Actually is in it, and seems to have the same sort of polish from the minute of him I saw.

Ooh. Also interesting is that there's an open wireless network within range of the apartment living room. Network named Snoopy. Seems to have an internet gateway which I haven't been able to access, and raises the ethical question of if I should or not. If I can find another computer on the network I might try and message them, let them know that the network isn't secured. Hrmmmm... An ethical reason to snoop. It's interesting to wonder what you can make ethical if you try hard enough to justify it.

Initial probing only shows one computer on the network, which is the gateway. Only 3 ports open. 53, 5009 and 10000. Any advice from anyone?

Alright. Well. That's that. More to follow as I think of something interesting or uninteresting. Check the USA post. Hopefully by the time you read this it will have it's final monster update. Hopefully.

Catch you all on the flip.
-Stu



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