The Chronicles Of…

This website has been up for about 3 months now and i stil can’t find anything useful to say…

I just want to write something so that at least there’s something new going up on this site, but sadly i don’t have the time to crap on in type… it’s so much easier to just talk crap. It’s quick, short, and it can be forgotten almost immediately…

Now someone may possibly read this tripe and be forced into a pit of misery while trying to reason to themselves why indeed someone has bothered to waste 8 minutes of their life writting what you are now reading.

does it ever end?

no.

I guess that’s why this is the chronicles…

I think I’m leading the blogger contributions!

Alright!!

I got a new motorbike.

It’s a Suzuki sv1000s

It’s copper colour and it’s nice.

Now is anyone looking to buy a yellow ducati monster 900? …anyone?

I blew the head gasket, cracking the head in the process, on my car months ago.

Finally this week it looks like I’m going to buy a new motor for it. The rest of the motor was ordinary and it wasn’t worth just replacing the head and we can’t afford a new car so…

So this weekend I think we’ll be ripping out what’s left of the old one and dropping the new one in. By we I mean my friend who’s a mechanic, I’ll stand around offering help and asking dumb questions.

It’s a good excuse to have a bunch of guys around kicking tyres, cooking a BBQ, and have a few beers, or bundy and cola’s.

Should be a good weekend.

Hey Will, if you read this can you resend us your email address??

The one you gave us last time was wrong.

We all tried to email you but the emails just bounced back.

So as Mike said earlier this site has been up for 3 months but there has been little action on it.

Kinda like school, but also other parts of life, great intentions, but who could be stuffed to act on them?

I still get enthused to do stuff on this site and are not prepared to give into my own laziness just yet. Maybe one day I will hit my target of adding stuff daily, although at this stage 3 times a week would be nice.

Who knows maybe even one day I will finish building the parts of the site which aren’t quite finished yet!! We’ll just have to wait and see.

If you do how about posting a comment, even if it is just garbage, or send us an email via the contact page, just say something like ‘yep, I’ve seen it’ or ‘you guys really are boring’ or whatever…

I played Boules yesterday afternoon with a couple of friends. Now I don’t profess to be a Boules Master and this doesn’t normally happen, but I was on fire, I was winning almost every game we played.

My question is this, for social reasons, should I have deliberately thrown off every now and then?

Winning is fun and I would really really struggle to deliberately lose, but to make things a little more interesting for those around me maybe I should have thrown the odd stray one.

In situations like these what is the etiquette? Do I allow my fellow competitors to win a little, or do I loudly and proudly boast about each and every successful throw?

I’m now qualified, after 12 months of not so much work they have given me a certificate that supposedly means I can do stuff and that I know a lot of stuff about stuff.

Anyway, I’m not here to write about a mere piece of paper, but rather the ceremony that comes with such an “achievement”.

Have you ever sat in an awards ceremony listening to seemingly hundreds of people you’ve never seen before, or worse have seen and know you won’t be interested, bang on with a speach that has clearly been writen just to fill in the alloted time? Or worse still a speach from some big wig about the accolades and achievements he has managed to obtain over the years, after surviving numerous heart attacks, bypasses, sideswipes and bumped toes? Or have you sat there wondering at what point you could sneak out without it being “too” inappropriate?

I suppose in situations like these you can be a little thankful that a big deal is made out of your achievements, I feel this is slightly better than just receiving a piece of paper in the mail.

As I work in a small town about 40kms west of Dubbo, in Central West NSW, I didn’t expect quite the ceremony but was rather surprised at the effort put into this occassion.

Heading to work on Wednesday, knowing that today was the day, I was wondering how things would go down. Will it just be my assessor who shows up and gives me a firm handshake and looks at me with that ‘Well done son!’ expression? Would someone else deliver it? Someone higher up maybe? The possibilities…

So it was your normal Wednesday morning, I arrived at work to open up and as I put my key in the lock I saw that there was an envelope inside on the ground, oh, the postie must have come early. So I opened the door, noticed that the envelope wasn’t sealed, and picked it up, shook the leaves and dirt off of it which had blown in under the door, glanced at the front and back and saw that it was blank. Whatever, must be for the boss, I continued to my desk and dumped all my gear.

Of course you’ve guessed it by now, it’s my certificate, I almost cried, this was too much, it’s over the top I thought, the effort they’ve gone to to ensure that I get my certificate and am presented with it appropriately.

This was without a doubt one of my proudest moments.