Sin

So, two posts in a not very long period time.. This will be a rather boring (I sort of hope) blog, with me trying to nut out , or no, not nut out, more write down, some theological thoughts of mine. Not sure if they are heavily anchored in the Bible, but I'm no theologian so that is ok, I leave that for those who are.

So, you see, I were thinking; What is sin? And why are somethings talked about as being no no's in the Bible important? I mean what is wrong with some stuff? Why do God care? For example, why is it wrong to have sex before your married, why was it wrong to wear braids of two different materials, why is it that men are supposed to be the head of the household? Why was it wrong to eat pork? Why does what is right and wrong change? What was so bad with this fruit that Adam and Eve ate?

I have heard quite a few explanations to it, which for the most part goes something like "It is bad for you, and God knows what is good for you, so you have to trust God in that" which, for some may be a satisfying explanation. But for me it doesn't really cut it, sure some things to, such as you shall not murder, you shall not steal, you shall have no other gods, and so forth these are rather straight forward things. But some of the other things?

Then, somehow, recently I started thinking; What, actually, is sin? And the answer that we, sort of, are told over and over again is: Rebellion against God

Cool, but, I don't really rebell against God... Well, you do people then say. But how do I rebel against God really? You don't have God as the ruler in your life.. How do I have God as ruler in my life then? You follow his commandments.

Typical, sort of back to where we started there... But.. If I instead of looking at it that way, look at is this (circumspect)way (I'll get to my point eventually):

In the beginning we have God.

God for some reason unknown to me, but most probably known to "him", decides to create a world.

God creates this world to be a good world.

God creates fishes and plants and insects and animals and planets and suns and stuff (Whether or not this is done through a massive explosion or on God's 6 day holiday is unknown and unimportant).

All these things are good.

God is not quite finished yet though, there is one thing that is missing, things similar to himself, things that can think and imagine and talk (and, eventually, write on computers).

So, enter humans (again, an improvement of the ape, or molded dust is irrelevant).

God creates humans to have a relationship with them, to talk to them, to be worshiped by them, to care for them etc. Thing is, there need to be a way for humans to somehow obey God. And how can something obey something else if there is nothing said that could be obeyed? So God gives the humans a very difficult command: You can do whatever you want, but, don't eat from that tree.

The humans then, wonder of looking at the tree thinking. It do look pretty good that fruit don't you think? Yeah, it sure does. Wonder why we shouldn't eat it? Lets ask this serpent thingy, they are supposed to be clever, the serpents...

And so, they do.. And you know what happens after that. Clothes, No tree of life, Toil, Crushing of heads and so on and so forth.

Now, coming to my point here, think back to earlier when I asked why eating this particular fruit was bad, is it because this fruit was very bad? (admittedly, the Bible do say that God said by eating this fruit they would become like us) I'm not so convinced about it being the fruit in and of itself, I'm more inclined to think that they;

disobeyed God by doing the only thing God told them not to do.

which brings me somehow to what I think sin is:

Not obeying God.

And, how do we obey God? Well, we do the things God tells us to do. These things don't necessarily have to be in and of themselves bad for us. In fact, if I were to ask you to not stab yourself in the eye with a blunt screwdriver.. Now, unless your rather mad, you would not stab yourself in the eye with a blunt screwdriver, but it would not be because you think so highly of me and really really don't want to disobey me (you could of course, but not very likely) but it would be because your not a complete idiot. If, instead, I asked you to mow my lawn, or give up using the internet for a year.. These things are things you don't particularly want to do, but if you did have a high opinion of me and wanted to show that, well, you'd do this (possibly). Now this is what I think many of the laws and stuff in the Bible are for. Opportunities for us to show God that we respect and love him. Sure, God knows that we tend to be naturally destructive so some laws are for our benefit.

If I look at it this way many things make sense to me. For example, we tend to want to put "sins" in some kind of hierarchical order. But it seems like God don't. Now, if the sin is to disobey God, well, then it makes sense that not eating pork, and not killing people would be on the same level of seriousness. But, the impacts for you and me here and now are rather different. If I eat some pork not much will happen, but if I decided to kill someone I'll go to jail, and won't exactly be the most popular guy in town.

So, having this as a base, when someone says:

Why is it wrong to have sex before your married?

I can say:

Because God asks me not to. And, because I want to and can't see anything inherently wrong with it, it is a great opportunity for me to show God that I love and respect him.

Not sure if I built this argument up particularly well or anything, but, take it for what it is. Me writing down my thoughts.

Till next time

Inspiration, where art thou?

18th of March 2009, that is the last time it was seen.. my dear inspiration, some would say muse, but I only associate (tricky word to spell) that with a music group.. And as I can claim no musical ability what so ever, nor any ownership over said group, well, I can't say I lost my muse.. as it was never mine in the first place. Inspiration though, I used to own once. Not exactly sure if it was a particularly good inspiration, but it was mine, and it is now missing. And, I have found (in loosing) that the thing you have, but then don't have no more (even if said thing wasn't particularly fantastic) you somehow miss. It's a little bit like a sock, for the most part you wonder around being rather uncaring about your socks (well, most people do I think. This allegory may fall somewhat flat if you chaps and chapettes all care mightily about your socks..) and then one day, you happen to be in a hurry for work, run to the sock drawer, and grab a sock. We'll you probably grab two socks. But, you get two left socks! (now, left socks [unless you have toe socks, and nothing negatively about toe socks, they are really good if you have toe shoes] is symbolism for "different type of sock") And no matter that there are 29 socks in your drawer, they are all left ones! That did fall somewhat flat actually.. I'll move one.

Inspiration

Not here!

What you say?!

I can't hear you!

Eyeh! How can you respond if your not here??

Blasted!

Oh, I can almost catch you if I use very long words!

Bah! Long sentences, turd head!

We'll, if it wasn't for you being my inspiration being missing I'd use very long words and therefore catch you!

Sentence... And to long this time

^$%^$#%&#^%&$^%&^%#&^%$#^%#$^%$#^#$%^%$#^% you caught me!

Ah, it is good to be back!

I'm pretty darn awesome

Is that (the Title of this blog) ever a thought that lingers in your mind, dear enlightened and brilliant reader? If it is, well, you don't need to read this anymore, if not, continue reading as I have the perfect cure for it: Walking, Noise Cancelling (or at least limiting) headphones, Steel cap boots, sun glasses and some agressive music.

If your not entirely convinced just yet.. well, wait and I'll tell you why you should be.. (if you are convinced already you may stop reading now).

To convince you, I'll take a subject, a random subject, someone of rather average awesomness, although full of humility and brilliance. Someone with his head tightly screwed onto his shoulders, someone who bragging is as far away from as the second most fartherest sun, someone not awesome, but everything else, someone, just like... ME!

So, this is me then, writing this, not being biased or anything, just accurately been describing myself (I bet you for a while thought I were talking about you, silly reader, with your head all up in the pink fluffy clouds with rabbits on them [eating violet ribboned carrots {with artificial hummus flavour}].

Anyways, before I get carried away onto some tangent (which I'm not usually inclined to do, they are all perpendicular things routes filling out the ever important background story you probably don't know, and probably don't need to know, but that I [being such a nice guy] graciously enlighten you about) about goosebumps and their relation to tennis rackets, let's move on to the story.

So, picture, Me, with a pair of Sun glasses, Steel cap boots (rather worn, ankle high lazeups), black pants, shirt, noise cancelling headphones cutting you and most other noise making things around me, angry music pumping in my ears.. In short, picture perfect twat coolness.

Then I walk (slowly and meassuredly) down the street, minding my own business, listening to brillinat lyrics like "Now you wanna know, you want a name, You wanna call me motherfucker". and "I am a little more provocative then you might need,It's your shock and then your horror on which I feedSo can you tell me what exactly does freedom mean,If I'm not free to be as twisted as I wanna be" growing in stature and coolness as I go, looking at all you squirrels running around..

That, my dear reader friend, is when you just KNOW your pretty darn awesome (although everyone else probably do think you look like a twat (although only one of the definitions...), but who cares? Everyone else are just jealous that your so awesome...

So, there you go, if your not feeling to awesome, you know what to do, if your feeling to awesome most of the time, well, it's probably because you have been reading this blog...

Everyday Revelations

Buenos Dias dear reader (if you exist, rather probable that you don't as I'll never get any comments. Not that I am a particularly frequent blogger of course, a tad lazy I am. But, no, not lazy, just not having enough about nothing to fill up a blog.. Ah, no, I always have a lot of nothing to say.. So lazy, gotto be lazy) in this blog we'll have a look at a thing that hits me every now and again:

Everyday Revelations! (ok, somewhat lost the thunder there by revealing the subject in the title... but pretend you didn't read it)

Now, everyday revelations may not mean all that much to you, or maybe it does, but unfortunately it means the wrong thing.. Either way, I will soon be clear to you what everyday revelations are..

Imagine for a second (or a bit longer, depends how good you are at imagining things) that you are walking down the street, listening to your iPod (or similar) thinking about your nightly plans, what a %%#&^%&^% Double-X at work is, how ignorant Double-Y are (about you and those shoes) and so on and so forth. Now, when your walking, your looking up and see that there is a blue sky, but not entirely blue, there are a bunch of clouds in the way. And suddenly you just realise how amazingly cool those clouds look, the interplay between the sky and the clouds. The way the clouds move over this perfectly blue sky. They way both sky and clouds reflect on the skyskraper (and how amazing a feat it is that skyskraper!). This my dear reader friend, is an everyday revelation.

It is when you notice something mundane (one could call it mundane revelations) that you take for granted, but this time you acutally notice it, and marvel at how awesomely cool it is how hard it would be to replicate etc.

Now, these mundane revelations aren't limited to skies and clouds, they can be anything. You could notice that your celing is painted green, your dog has a peculiar way to wiggle his tail when he sees you, there is a view from your back deck.. Anything goes!

Let me know if you've had a mundane revelation lately

Until next time

Radio

Disclaimer:
If you, dear reader, happen to be an attractive cool youngish, non married, woman that have the completely inaccurate view that I’m radiating coolness and awesomeness you don’t have to read this blog entry. Not that it in any way or form would make you realise, eh, come to the false belief, that I not, in fact, radiating coolness and awesomeness. No no, nothing of the sort, just wouldn’t be a post that you’d find particularity interesting to read, it would be a waste of your time, really.

So, now when all the attractive cool youngish, non married, women have gone of to do something much more interesting that won’t make them realise ($#@!%$@#!%) come to the false conclusion that I’m not radiating coolness and awesomeness we can get on with the main message of this blog post. Namely the thing mentioned in the title: Radio

Radio, I’m not sure if your entirely aware about, is this thing that you put in your car (or a few other places) that magically transforms things some people call radio waves (totally stupid I think, as a more obvious name for them would be ‘incredible magic packages of sound’ or ‘imps’ for short, which is what I’ll be calling them from now on [is i use the term, which I wont]) and outputs various sounds that you can listen to, if you want [one would hope that if you didn’t want to listen to it you’d turn it of, but that would be to much to ask?]. So, now that we have established what ‘Radio’ is we can move on (oh, forgot to mention that there are someone somewhere that gives the original sound stuff to the imps [ooups, I lied before] and that what they give them is what the imps [again..] will deliver to your radio) away from the side tracks and head back to the main line..

Radio, I listen to it mainly when I’m in the car (except when I need to record someone playing piano in some competition, or when I try to setup my amp with the radio station just because it can do it) and I’m going somewhere (like to the shops [or home when I have been to the shops]) and I usually like to listen to something that makes my ears happy (my brain is usually rather disconnected, eh, like in a good way, as it’s focused on driving safely, not thinking about stuff, like space ships, and cool swords, and jumping from great heights and landing coolilly on roofs, and rescuing people that are getting treated badly). Because my (or rather my dear [somewhere else located] friend Mike’s) car doesn’t like being alone for long periods of time and sulks by discharging the battery, I need to disconnect it when I leave it, the 88.7th imp will always be the first one to deliver a message to me. Usually his message is a bit dodgey, so I quickly try to change (by walking backwards) to see if any of the other imps are delivering anything better.

But, usually they aren’t, lets illustrate with an example.

It is Wednesday (22:00) and I’m driving home. (I skipped the first imp this time as betsy didnt have to be alone for very long) And what I have to listen to is ‘Short Fast Loud’ - wow! Next! ‘Justin Timberlake givaway competition’ Next! ‘Annoying guy speaking about things he knows nothing about, but pretends to be really smart and

annoying

cool’ Next! ‘Piano piece by some guy who either lived 400 years ago or have a name you can’t pronounce’ Next! ‘Ricky Martin’ Next!

And there, after Ricky Martin, it is, 98.9FM, Brisbane’s best Country Music Station! The gem in the drain. The needle in the haystack. The avocado among celery. The ray of light in the Dark Tower. The silk for my ears.

??????!! You may now think, but no, don’t think that, think ‘Wow! I have to check it out!’ because if you think about it, how often do you listen to country normally? (hopefully you’ll answer something like ‘Every time I feel like having my kidneys removed’) And you’ll notice that it is, in fact, the only channel worth your time. (Not entirely watertight logic, but every great work starts with a patch..)

So, as I’m very tired and have to go to sleep, try it out (if you don’t live in Brisbane you may be in trouble, but check their website out [http://989fm.com.au/] and see if there are hope for you) and tell me that it wasn’t like the softest silk to your ears (bear in mind that I’m not talking about your mind here)..

Oh, and you don’t need to thank me for opening up this new world of silky, imp delivered, goodness.

For a greater, and silkier, listening

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A lot of whingeing and more whingeing

So, a new blog as opposed to my old one (that is rather dead, or rather, slumbering, as it’s still there, being it’s usual self, but quite, oh so quite [mattiac.blogspot.com]) and new is good you know. Although not always, as old wine is better than new wine, if you select the right one that is. An old white wine isn’t particularly good, or so I’m led to believe, which doesn’t mean that that is the case as I’m pretty easily led to believe stuff (this would be when I use an illustration about when I have been easily led astray, but luckily I have a safety mechanism built in, namely forgetfulness, my mind remembers things “for a very limited time only ($3.95/min)”. Which sometimes comes in handy, but unfortunately it’s not always good, such as when you want to remember an illustration, which I didn’t in the previous example, so then my memory’s forgetfulness suited my purposes, but now, when remembering an illustration would be a good thing, as I wanted to express to you how unfortunate it sometimes is to not remember things. I guess I could lie (and it wouldn’t necessary be a lie as I could have done it and forgot about it) so here it goes, something that probably didn’t happen, but that could possibly have happen if a cat was seen driving a Ferrari down Milton road on a Wednesday afternoon in the rain (oh, in case you forgot, this illustration is to show you how unfortunate it could sometimes be to forget things)

Once, when I was walking down the street I met a red haired lady in an expensive looking suit, she would have been about my age give or take a couple of years, and about 1.73m (which is less than 6 foot, as it being 1.82m or something) and looked like someone I’d like to remember. She said “Hi” (which made me quite happy as I didn’t have to think of a response as I normally have to do when people I meet say “Hihowareyou”, with or without a ? I can never know [well, not entirely true, sometimes they stop and look at you with this waiting look, then I know they want me to reply], ‘case what do you say? when people say “Hihowareyou”, do you go “finethankyouhowareyou” from the corner of your month without turning your head while they walk past? Or do you just reply “Hihowareyou” back? As it’s shorter and you may possibly have said that while they still are in your field of vision? I never know, so I start thinking about how I am, and trying to figure that out and then reply, but when I get to that I need to turn around and shout “NOT SO GOOD, I JUST LOST MY KITTEN WHILE COMFORTING MY LOST WALLET”, which is rather embarrassing) “Hi” I said, “I’m Lizette” she said, “I’m Matt” I managed to say while desperately trying to say “Lizette, Liz-ette, etteziL, over and over in my head (this, I’m told is a good thing to do when you meet new people as it helps you remember their names. Not as good as saying their name out loud a couple of times though, but more practical. How stupid would it have sounded if I’d replied “Hi Lizette, I’m Mattias. Lizette is a different name, I have never met anyone named Lizette before, is it French? Lizettee?“) Then (after a pause or a couple of minutes) she said “Oh, here comes my bus, good to meet you Matt” where I replied “Oh, eh, yeah, good to meet you to ... eeh .. you red haired lady...”

And there it is, how awkward, I didn’t remember her name, because my memory wasn’t very good, like, you know, everything is like super clear now right?

Not sure about you but I have forgotten what I was writing about, which is an illustration of it self I guess, and it’s probably a better and shorter one than the Lizette story, which I must state is (probably) a complete figment of my imagination (if you can say so).

Anyways, I bet your glad you read all this and jump for joy over the fact that my blog is now resurrected in new form!

Quiesence!

Ronnie the Dog, Part 2

Giving this another go... Blogger don't seem to like me much, may be because it's grumpy as I'm here so seldom now a days? Can Blogs go grumpy? Or do the go blumpy??? Sorry.. I should go on and tell you that finally all the legal details have been sorted (I talked to my, previous[ly], lovely neighbour and told him that if he didn't get his act together I'd tell all the world about his pink underwear with fluffy rabbits on [Oups]) and you can finally "enjoy" the final bit in the Ronnie Saga. I really should tell you that it has been a hard year, I have spent many a sleepless night and day trying to remember the details to fully be able to put you "in" the story.... Eh, maybe not, but I could have, not just that I'm a lazy little ######, so, no more preamble here it is, the second and final part of the Missing Ronnie saga:

..........

Now when I found out that Ronnie was missing I of course tought "Good onya Mate!" that he had run away instead of getting bullied into makeing miraculous papadams (or some such) or be thrown in the little blue rubbish bin with orange ribbons (without his chrispy dog biscut at that!).

But when I tought about for a while I came to realise that without Ronnie, who would organise the other dogs in the morning prayer? Who would make those miraculous papadams I so craved (but had never had)? And, I liked Ronnie, the number of times we had sat up under the stars howling at the moon... I knew I just had to find him! His life wasn't that bad, Mr and Mrs Marzoq, for all their dog-make-miracles hookyspooky (not sure if that's a word, but it sounds like it acurately describes what they were up to) weren't all that bad, not all dogs had their own King Sized memory foam mattresses with built in biscuit dispenser.

So I set of right away to find Ronnie, right after talking having dinner, a bath, changed socks and kissed my mum goodnight, pretened to sleep for 18 minutes and sneakily sneaked down in the basement and packed an emergency-dog-finding-pack (contents secret) that is.

But my problem lay in that I, although having ocassionaly sat in on the dogs prayer meetings and howled at the moon, did not have much clue of to where a dog would runaway to if he were to run away (which a dog had done in this case). If figured that if he had run to the moon I'd have to go home and repack my emergency-dog-finding-back somewhat, and as that would require me to sneakily sneak into the basement in the dark I decided against it. So I guessed my best course of action were to try get a dogs perspective on things, so I duly sat down on my hunches and howled at the moon and munched on a crunchy-dog-biscuit.

After about 10 minutes of howling and munching my mouth started to taste like something bad, like crunchy-dog-biscuits I guess would be the best explanation, and sitting on the ground when it's freezing, and your not actually a dog but just trying to be one, is rather over rated i found. I had of course not gained any greater insight into where a dog would run away to when he ran away, apart from knowing that I couldnt sit and munch on crunchy-dog-biscuits and howl at the moon any longer.

But that was enought for me, and I set of in the general direction (not the general direction of anything, just in the general direction of the direction). Now setting of in a general direction, can seem like a nice idea when you have no clue of where it is you want to go, but after a while when you don't really know where the general direction of home is anymore, and when everyone you meet is called Mr or Mrs Pinetree (oh, or Junior Pinetree, but he's generally rather shy) and your visibillity is rather limited as Mr and Mrs Pinetree like to live close to Mr and Mrs Pinetree 2 and 3 and 4 and ..... And they all want Junior's Pinetree to be able to sleep without being disturbed by Mr Moon or Misses Stars, well the general direction is a bit to vague..

At this stage I, even though I was (and am) a very brave young (ish) lad started to get a little bit afraid, especially as I could hear moon howling, and appart from Mr Mutton and his dog Hans, I could think of nonone else living out in these parts. Unless of course it was Ronnie! (with some friends, but Ronnie's always been a popular guy so he'd be bound to make friends with anyone he met). So, with newfound optimism I set out in the not-so-general direction of the howling. But after a while I found that the howling seemed to be moving around, and unfortuantely moving away from me.

Panic!

No way I could catch up with the howling Ronnie and his friends on foot, under Mr's and Mrs's Pinetree, without the help of nice Uncle Sun. Strangely us humans when we panic don't think entierly rational, and I was (..) no exception and started running in the somewhat-more-general direction of the howling, for about 15m or so before I SMACKED into Mr Pinetree 4511 and ended up on my hunches, facing the moon.

Where I opted to do the most natural thing anyone in my position could do; I started howling at the moon and eating crunchy-dog-biscuits... And there, under the tree, whapping (my troat had given up by now) at the moon and munching pine cones (not much different from the crunchy-dog-biscuits) is where the search and rescue party found me in the morning...

Apparently my mum had, when being woken up at 5.37 to 5.38 by praying and barking had run up to my room to tell me the good news that Ronnie hadn't shrinked his responsibilites and had come back in time to lead the prayer. Or well, she would have told me had I been there, and as mums seem to do a lot she panicked (not by running into a tree and howling at the moon) but by shouting for my dad that I was missing and calling all the neighbours to organise a search and rescue party (no point calling the police where we lived as they consisted or Mr Larsson and his blind dog Snuffy who both tended to fancy the pink mushrooms a bit to much).

Well, as you can understand I (after the initial "Ohh, there you are, we have been soooooo worried" hugs and stuff) got into a lot of trouble for runnig away to be with the wolves and howl at the moon (and for stealing dads imported wheatbix) and had to talk to a woman in a white coat that said that I was a huuuman being and not an animal, and that you could tell that by me being able to use my hands when I went to the toilet.. I found that rather stupid as I already knew I wasn't a dog because I didnt much fancy crunchy-dog-biscuits (or wheatbix) and couldnt scratch my nose with my back paw...

So, wrapping up the story and giving you some morals: When a responsible miracle working dog runs away, don't go following him in a general direction, just wait until the following mornings prayer!

/The End

Evil rates

Hm, haven't written a post for a while.. But that is only because I have no inspiration anymore, there's just tiredness in my tired little Head (that seem to be loosing hair at some rate, not entierly sure what the rate is, but it is a rate at least.. Stupid head, maybe they are connected? This no inspiration, tired head and hair loss? Never thought about this before... Tired = Stupid head = No inspiration = Hair loss.. hmm, the things you can think of when you write blogs...) .. How do you continue a sentence when you have like half a thesis of parenthesis stuff in between?? I don't know, hence I just ignore it, well, I didn't as I wrote about it obviously, but I didn't finish my actual sentence... Oh well, time to move on...

So, moved on to a new and special line, even have a nice and empty, white (in my editing Window, guessing it will be greenish later), line.. Hm, interesting stuff this, white/green special empty lines I must say, ah, hm, you don't think so? Hm, again, I like "Hmm" it's like a good word, that isn't a word, and you can use it for lots of things like, eh, instead of writing "Thinkinn\g for something to say, but probably failing miserably", much shorter to type "Hmm", oh, and the way I used before which is just "Hm" and not Hmm (with 2 m's) meaning something like "Yepp, I got no clue what to say now" Or "O dear me, I'm being rather silly at the moment", maybe it even means different things than that..

Moved on again (another awesome empty line for you!) to a new topic, Running, I'm going to run Bridge to Brisbane on Sunday.. 12km it is, so went practicing on Tuesday, 12km isn't so bad, it's like nothing man! Well, ok, it is 12km which is 12000m or 12 million millimeters which, had I been an ant, would have been my preferred unit of choice (double something rather there... preferred and choice, not good English I have read somewhere)


Moving on again... two lines this time, gotto be time for something special now, maybe 3 empty lines?



No, I should no longer bother your time with you... ? Dumb sentence.. what would your time be without you? I blame my hair-loss-rate for that statement. So, the end this is, the end of my attempt of a blog post, admittedly there have been a while since I last wrote one, and I have become one year older.. (oh, my hair-loss rate have had some time since the last one, no wonder this one suck!)

After the last empty line it is time to say goodbye to you: Goodbye you!

Wroooooom!!!

So, time to update this blog then.... Havent done it in a while, have started a couple of times, but by some reason blogger is not happy with firefox by some reason, or it's just not happy about the combination of firefox, windows vista and me.. Probably more accurate.. somewhat anticombinationalistic me thinks..

Anyways, writing about why I haven't been writing, although excuses sometimes can be good (I have been so tired, so tired... ooooh, the tiredness of work.. ) can often turn into whingeing (no no, I never whinge, just make informative remarks to people that, generally, can't hear me) and as such is ridiculously boring to read!

Did it again.. I seriously need to start having some content to these blogs, especially when they are like months apart... I mean, one should be able to find out some interesting topic to write about in that amount of time (well, smart people can, or at least people that can think about things that may, but mostly not, be interesting for other then themselves) don't you think?

Oh, do you think btw? I guess you do, but I mean really think, like about something? Not brooding, I can brood (or daydream, the swashbuckling duels I have done in my life with a fair lady by me side.. [eh, you don't need to read that, forget I said it.. please?]) and it doesnt require any effort what so ever.. but thinking that is hard! So, when you think, what do you think about? (if you want to say what you daydream and brood about, well, that is fine too) Do you think about how to solve the green house gas emmissions by stealing all the worlds oil and drink it?

Hmm, my mind just stopped working (not that it seems to be working very often, but can't even write about nothing anymore!!) so I'll wrap this post up, althogh I think you should have something to wrap before you can wrap it up.. Weird word that, wrap up, like you have this thing you've been talking about and then you put it on sticky plastic and folds the sticky plastic around it... Does it mean that when you "wrap it up" you take the stuff you have been talking about with you and place it somewhere for the future? Seems kinda useless to me to talk about things if that's what you'll end up doing, I always though that when you talked to people you wanted them to remember what you said... not take it and wrap it up so nobody can touch it (people being ants???).. So, i'll wrap this up though, as it's not talking about anything you have any use of remembering... Feel how the wrap releaves your mind of my rubbish...

So long kalsong! (lame oh, so lame)

Marriages

Hi, oh-gifted-with-above-average-intelligence-blog-reader, how has (or should it perhaps be have? my grammar is as useless as my sawing abillity [dunno if that actually tells you much unless you know how good i'm at sawing {ok, you could extrapolate and say that, as my grammar is crap, my sawing ability would be crap as well, but that would be to turn my supporting statement around on itself, which would make the statement rather useless, unless I wanted to explain to you how useless I am at sawing...} which I doubt that you do] guess there should be something here to justify my use of paranthesies..) your day/week/month/year/life been? I hope it has been splendid and that everything you touch turns to gold (figuratively, we all know I could say that it would be very annoying if everything you touched would turn to gold, but hey, your an OGWAAIBR so you'll know that already, so I won't insult you by saying it (just, not so, briefly mention that I could have, had I held you in such high esteem).

Anyways (one of my favourite words that, together with my current favourite "gosh", although "anyways" have been on that list longer, and will probably outlast "gosh") I guess I should write something that justifies the title I wrote, that is, something about marriages...

Marriage:

hmm, intended to give you Encyclopaedia Britannica's definition of marriage and then talk about all the people I know that currently are going to get married... But no, that is not so fun (and it may be a contientious (?) issue as well, but, there are two types of marriages I will give you the definition for...

Morganatic Marriage:

legally valid marriage between a male member of a sovereign, princely, or noble house and a woman of lesser birth or rank, with the provision that she shall not thereby accede to his rank and that the children of the marriage shall not succeed to their father's hereditary dignities, fiefs, and entailed property.

Must say I kinda like this one, if I ever get married I definitely will make sure my marriage will be a morganatic. I mean, just think of the problems I avoid, there's no way my wife will marry me just to clime up to my lofty social hights, nor will she marry so that her children will later overthrow me and (with her as their "advisor") manage my huge and wealthy fiefdom!

But, if one doesn't much like women and think they are to much effort and they don't last long enough... Well, then a tree marriage may be something to go for:

symbolic marital union of a person with a tree that is said to be infused with supernatural life.

The good thing with a tree marriage, is that it has multiple purpouses.. Not only can you get married to a big green thing that is infused with supernatural life and will carry your legasy for the next couple of hundred years.. No, if you by some reason change your mind and really really want to marry a widow (dunno if you can marry a tree whose former husband died) you can quite happily do so (provided you chop down your tree)

Tree marriage may also be a form of proxy marriage. In one such practice, between a bachelor and a tree, the tree was afterward felled, thereby endowing the man with the widower status required to marry a widow

Pretty good thing hey?

Told you before I wouldn't say anything about people I know getting married as it was boring.. I lied, filthy habit I know, but just cant help it every now and again..

Must mention that my dear friend Nathan "Smelly" Campbell is getting married to his Robyn. And, yours truly have been asked to help groom him on his very special day, yours truly feel quite honored (but is at the same time somewhat worried that he will somehow manage to miss the ocation, as, from experience, that is what he's done with every other wedding he should have attended to the groom in some fashion...) that he's deemed worthy to do such a thing.

That is not all I have to say today, but it is probably all that you can be bothered to read, and all I can put on "paper", no, lied again.. just a thing that popped up in my head, words in relation to intelligence.. Now, some people may think that someone that can use many words would be intelligent, but, this is my thought, wouldnt someone that is pretty intelligent only have to use very few words to say the same thing as a not-so-intelligent person would need heaps of words for?

Until next time!

Footnote:

While searching for some image relating to marriage... apparently there are marriage agencies.. Wonder if they do morganatic marriages? Check out this site if your ready to get married!

Going to work, as a real man

So, two (for me) pretty hectic (of sorts) week, with me starting a new job (first full time job too)! Not that I have much exciting stuff to tell you, well, it is kinda exciting if you happen to be excited by overheads (like wires, multiwires, section insulators and the like), which, I guess, there will be a few. Not that most of my time is spent actually looking at those things, I only do that when I go out on the train (recording cart), which is pretty fun of sorts. So that's where I'll start, and probably will end as well, as there is only so much you can write about looking a printouts, finding faults, entering those faults in a database, finding a matching mast and printing a report (oh, I actually said something about it, not bad me don't think..). Anyways, with the recording cart, I went on my first trip last week (Monday), pretty early we started, had to leave home around 2.30am.. Went to the train, walked around looking lost (ok, I went to the place where the train i stored and sat there being eaten by mossies for a while first). Then I checked up on the system, what I should do (which includes calling a guy and asking if there will be any insulations happening and where, which is pretty good to know as you'd end up toasting some guy if you happen to come driving where they have an insulation [probably end up running over them as well]). Then we took of and I have a while to get used to pressing buttons and figuring out what the various things were (not made easier for being dark). Not so much more to say actually, I wuzzed out to start with, but after a while (when it wasn't dark anymore) I got into it and started pressing buttons. Now, pressing buttons sounds pretty easy, but by some reason it isn't, well, after a while it gets easier, unless when you come to a station, where there was lots of things and lots of buttons to press....

Could tell you lots more, like how it was to stay at motels and stuff, but don't think you'd be overly interested, so I'll spare you this time..

Until next time (which hopefully will be a somewhat interesting post)!

Under Construction

Must apologize for the ordinary looking layout of this blog at the moment... It is being upgraded, and as I'm in the (no to brilliant) habit of starting things with great enthusiasm, but quickly running out of this initial enthusiasm, well, it may take a while for it to get they way I want it (long sentence this as well, sorry about that to!!!)

Anyways, last day at Recall yesterday, a bit sad actually, started to think I was good at what I was doing there.. But, life goes on and I'm looking forward to starting at QR on Monday (a not so lengthy report will follow after my first week or so).

Oh, water.. have you ever though been without water? Now were not talking about you being thirsty or something like that, now we talking about water not coming out of your taps! Silly council have decided to shut down our water between 8 and 1 today and last Friday.. Ok, not a big problem if your at work, but today I'm having the day of and was thinking about doing all sorts of things... So started by mowing the lawn, and well, after you mowed the lawn you kinda want to have a shower before you go around talking to bankers and stuff.. And you want to brush your teeth as well.. Maybe wash your clothes (well, that may not be necessary to go to the shopping center, unless you have no clean clothes at all), water your plants (important...) and so on and so fort..

And when your moving room, well, you want to clean the new room your moving in too, and for that you need water...

Anyways, this was just a post apologizing for the state of this blog..

The meaning of the world

Interesting title, pretty catchy I think, kinda telling you that this post will answer one of the biggest ever mysteries of the world.. Why does it exists! Now that is exactly what this post will (not) do.. It will give you an (swiss cheese type) explanation of why this world as we know it exists ..

Oh, a little warning, this post is is somewhat of a religious nature (and if you don't know your theology you may not want to continue reading any more [Maybe you should read the random joke on the right hand side?])

The reason why the world exists (was created)

Ok, so, the theory goes that there where heaps of Angels in heaven, attending to God, worshiping him and doing all sort of things they where created to do. Things went well for a while but then one of the angels, called The Morning star, being one of the highest of the angels, being the one that lead the worshiping (musical) of God and basically being the second highest chap around the place, got proud and though he should be God. Now that didn't sit well with God as he's God, and nobody else is, so God kicked him out. Now as he was such a high chap up there he naturally had some allies (albeit not the brightest once), and as he was responsible for music, the musical angels where the ones closest to him. So, when God kicked him out he brought about a third of the angels with him, and most of those where musicians.

So, now God has a dilemma, he's kinda fond of music, but most of his musically gifted angels have gone to a warmer place.. So, how to make some musicians? And make sure they are good and won't rebel?

Idea, create a place where we have a bunch of creatures (people) that he'll give the opportunity to choose whether or not they want to serve him during their "lifetime" and also cull out the musically talentless? That way he'll get servants that choose to serve him and can fulfill their role, in addition to that, as they have already chosen to serve, he can make it impossible for them to rebel later.

So, viola! The universe as we know it is created and were put in it.

Unfortunately people got tricked by the guys who went before (in addition to not being very smart) and everyone rebelled against God. But, God, being very very smart, already had a contingency plan, Jesus, so, not only did Jesus go to earth, and died for everyones sins (which made it possible to fill up heaven with musicians) but he also managed to beat the previously fallen angels (plus a few other things).

So, in short, this world is created so that God can get some gifted and committed musicians, so, if your not a gifted musician, when you get to the entrance to heaven and Saint Peter tells you to pick an instrument of your choice, and play a tune... Well, you better make sure you have rehearsed a piece then, don't you?




So, what say you? Oh gifted-with-above-average-intelligence blog reader, do you buy into this ridiculous theory?

Nothing you'd be interested in

Hmm, you're still reading? I'm pretty sure though, that whatever I'll say in this post won't interest you, I may of course be wrong, but I don't think so (not allowed to use to many brackets... [but I want to use brackets!! {No you don't, brackets are bad and give people headaches} But {No buts!}]). Anyways, all I'll talk about in this post is how it feels to be back with the two armed people, how amazingly hot it's been the last couple of days, how boring it is to do nothing, how I'm hoping my arm will survive working tomorrow, oh, and I'll whinge a bit about not being able to play soccer (or any other "contact" sport for that matter) for 6 weeks, and anything else I may think of while writing (I do that, sometimes, think, not that it's very often, but it happens..)

So, to do this really reallly boring and structured (can also help if you are interested in one of my topics, not that I think you are, but I could be wrong [as I'm such an interesting person {Grrrrr, think of the brackets, gotta think about the brackets}]), I'll make it into (numbered) bullet points, in the order mentioned above, smart hey?

1. Being back among the two armed (although my lefty arm still is somewhat sluggish and tells me it's not to happy every now and again) feels pretty good. I can eat stuff and change the channel on the TV at the same time, I can do the dishes (which, I must say, is an oft undervalued way of passing time), I can (haven't tried yet though) brush my teeth with my right (left that is) arm, I can dress easily, I don't have to wear a stupid sling that gets sweaty and hot...
2. Talking about hot.. Weee it's been hot the last couple of days! All I wanted to do was going to the beach.. Sitting in my room in front of a fan all the time... Gosh (can't even write anything uninteresting about how hot it is...)
3. Doing nothing is very overestimated in my humble opinion, it's sooooo boring. Well technically I haven't been doing nothing as that is somewhat impossible... Like, how do you do nothing? If you lay in your bed staring at the roof all day, well then you're still doing something (laying in your bed staring at the roof).. So what is doing nothing? Being dead? Tricky question me thinks, but anyways, doing preciously little isn't to crash hot either, just so much TV watching, Internet surfing and Reading you can do before you get bored (with you I mean me, but I'm a bit of a coward, so don't want to put myself out there like that..)..
   
4. So, I'm going to work tomorrow... I'm a pretty optimistic guy deep down inside, so I'll think it will go ok.. not that my arm want to do a whole lot, but he'll learn!! But hopefully he'll survive and come out laughing (I'm calling my arm "he" as I'm a "he", so I'd assume my arm's a "he" as well, could be wrong though)..
5. Specialist told me to stay "don't play any contact sports for the next six weeks", now soccer (football) isn't supposed to be much of a contact sport, but it is.. So that means: No lightning league and no futsal, may even miss the start of the outdoor season, but not sure about that as I don't know when it starts... hopefully I'll be back then! And this rest will have done me a ##### of good!
6. Can't really think about anything else to write here, I could write about the smurf and the bananagnome that went fishing for sharks, but no, it's to messy and there may be children reading this post..

Well if you got through all of this... phew, then you got way to much time on your hand and should go out and help some person that needs your help (dunno who or what they want help with, or why just you should help them, but.. Just do it, eh?)

Oh, remembered, were more or less created for that stuff, helping people that is, so that's what we should all be doing it, makes people feel good and stuff!

A One Armed Matt

Hey Dear blog reader!

Writing this post really really slow... Not, I assume (on fairly good grounds [although I'm humble enough to acknowledge I could be wrong]) that you will notice that this post is written slowly, but anyways... Now, if you the inquisitive type you may wonder why this post is written so slowly (and you may even have an idea [due to your above average deductive reasoning skills] from the title). The correct answer should be that I currently only got one arm (ok, not entirely true, still have 2 arms but one 's fairly useless [unless you think hanging in a sling, hurting and being in the way is a useful occupation for an arm]), so restating (to avoid confusion [although I doubt your above average mind would get confused by such a trivial thing as this]): I'm currently only having one, in my opinion, useful hand!(!!!! [to really convey my message]). Hence I can only write with that arm.. Which for me, using the much adored and sought after (by those less gifted than you and me) touch method, this is very frustrating. It's a bit like talking but you can only use like a 3d of your teeth (somewhat lacking analogy... but hey, I'm suffering here)


Now that you know this you may (I wouldn't, but you may be the caring type [if you are I'm envious of you great heart]) wonder what made me one armed (or one-useful-in-my-opinion-armed if you want to be pedantic) and I'm quite happy to tell you that it's due to my sacrificial team spirit on the football (...soccer) field! I saw the ball rolling along by itself, saw this massively huge (in my mind) bloke from the other team run for the poor lonely ball, and just had to beat him to it, which, incidentally I did. Only problem was that of timing, I only beat him to the ball by .5 seconds or something... Which wasn't enough time to kick the ball and get out of the way... So we chrunshed together and I went tumbling to the ground with a not to happy shoulder (I did get to go in an ambulance and inhale on a green happy tube.. which was cool)

Figuring your getting bored now (with your above average wittiness and all) so wont bore you any more with how amazingly annoying it is to only be using one arm.. Just opening jars and bottles (not to speak about brushing your teeth and signing documents with your off hand..)

But, I guess I was due some misfortune as I've been fortunate lately. Got a Job!!! Starting on the 19th of Feb as an Technical Officer Track Reporting Trackside Interfaces within the Program Maintenance Services Division, Infrastructure Services Group for Queensland Rail here in Brisbane. Which is something I'm looking forward to, and have waited for for ages. What is pain anyway?

Anyways, should take my broken body and rampant spirit down to Immigration and get a label in my passport.

Until next time, keep your wits close and your mind open to sudden suffering....

Had a good post..

Hm, yesterday at work I had heaps and heaps of ideas for a brilliant blog post, but now? When I'm at my trusted little lappy.... where have all the ideas gone? I'm figuring they would be here somewhere, like hidden in my huge maze of a brain (looking forward to when you can implant some index thing in it)............................... !

Remembered one idea, well, it's not an idea as such just a thing I was brooding about at work (I'm brooding about things a lot at work, it's amazing how easy it is to brood.. requires absolutely no effort what so ever. I tried to think while I was working [hence, not brooding] but that was to hard, stuffed up all the time and got confused and lost among the tapes.. weird I think), why do you write blogs? I could have written a post about this before, can't remember.. lost in the maze again. Anyways, it may not even be exactly "why" do you write blogs I'm trying to write, but more how cool it is that you can write things that probably not anyone will read, but that anyone actually could read. (sorry about the long sentence, take a few deep breaths and feel the oxygen get back into your lungs). Like, I could write anything here, bare my soul (which, if you happen to stumble across, you could tell he's somewhat missed and I hope he's back before July), write about all my problems, whinge (didn't like that word my spell check) about all sorts of things, and it would be there, for anyone to read.. Think about the harm I could inflict on others (most likely on myself and my wandering soul [hope I still have my spirit])!

They say that the pen is mightier than the sword, wonder if you can apply it directly to our lives and say that the keyboard is mightier than the tank? Or do you have to apply it through the industrial revolution or something?

Did you know that Biblical Theology is seeing the Bible as a whole? Like, you don't read stuff in the old testament and think that that is directly applicable to you today. The reason for that is that were living after the death of Jesus. And the old testament is unfolding God's plan (which is getting Jesus to die for our sins), so for us today to look at the Old testament and think we can apply things directly to us is a bit silly. Lets for example take the story of David and Goliath, now if you read it, who do you identify with? Unless your pretty big and looking forward to get killed by a small bloke, you'll probably identify with David. And were always told that David was the tiny dude that beat the big dude.. Now this is not exactly true, David wasn't your ordinary little wet nosed boy. For starters he was out killing bears and lions when they were stupid enough to attack his sheep, ok, not such a big feat if you have a rifle you think, but he had no such thing, he used his hands (and maybe a dagger or something).. Add to that that he was God's anointed king (basically that means Christ) and was pretty good with the sling.. So, the idea with the story about David and Goliath is not that we should be small Davids running around, we should identify with the Israelites that didn't dare to attack Goliath, and be thankful for the fact that someone else did (Jesus in our case).

Long post this, so now it's end post time.. See you around dear reader (whoever you are and what you may think)

Permanent Resident

So, after 6 months of waiting, praying, being nervous, planning up to 27 days in advance, worrying, chasing banana gnomes, checking status, waiting for emails, sending papers, getting papers, sending papers again as I sent the wrong papers, feeling like a criminal.. it finally arrived last week!

The email saying

I am pleased to advise that on 08 January 2007 a decision was taken to grant this visa.

Which, if you didn't know, pretty good.. This means that I can stay in this lovely country called Australia "indefinitely" (depends if I'm nice or not, but as I'm pretty nice it shouldn't be a problem!)

So, now when that is out of the way (apart from causing me much less stress [this new blogger have automatic spell checking... how convenient is that?]) I can seriously start looking for jobs (engineering ones that is), which hopefully will be easier now!


But, now I'm way to tired to write anymore, well, that may not be entirely true, but I'm way to tired to write anything useful.. Not that I ever write anything useful.. but still!

Oh, before I go, if you know anything about banana gnomes, let me know.. Their being of not being have been troubling me lately

Christmas

So, first blog in a while this, so figure nobody will read my blog (although young Nathan said he checked it every now and again, so Hi to you Smiley!)

Anyways, apologises for being lazy and not having updated this in ages.. Haven't really had anything to say and no time (spending my lunch break writing this), but today I had an interesting discussion with one of the guys at work. We were discussing (not for very long mind you) why some people celebrate Christmas on the 25th while others on the 24th. So, me then thinking we celebrated Christmas becasue the birth of Jesus thought that maybe there was some confusion with the date or something.

So, did some research (google search..) to find out which of the two days the big man was born.. Turns out he was born sometime between 6.30 and 7.30 pm, on the 13th of September 3BC (atleast acording to this dude [although he's not alone, if your not convinced, do some more research]). What about that? Somewhat mind blowing for me.. And he then goes on and says why we do celebrate christmas the 25th.

In the late 4th century, in early 380 AD, Pope Damasus I was
endeavoring to force allChristians in the Roman Empire to yield to his
authority. He got the Emperor to issue anedict requiring them to practice
the religion of Rome. We know that it is about this timethe
Christmas midnight Mass was first celebrated and December 25th first identified
as aCatholic holy day. It is said Damasus was seeking to lure the people
away from paganrites honoring the birth of the sun god at midnight by compelling
Catholic attendance at amemorial in honor of Christ's death, ie the Mass. The
people confused this Mass with thepagan solar birth rituals conducted at that
same time. Gradually, the Christ-Mass becameassociated with the
Nativity.

So, basically were celebrating the birth of some sun god.. And here I'v always been told at church that so few people now adays know why we really celebrate christmas.. We'll guess they where correct in that, but somehow I don't think they ment that we had forgot about the sun god...

Anyways, next year, Jesus, I'll be celebrating your birhtday on your actual birthday! Time to reclaim Christmas people! Give the 25th (or 24th) to Coke and Santa, and let's celebrate 13th of September (which should be a bit easier as there doesn't seem to be much on around then)

Anyways, hope you'll have a fun Sunmas and get muchos presents and really get into the spirit of things (spending the day in the sun at the beach!)

Punished..

So, more or less working full time nowadays... Not anything I have studied for or so, but it's ok and it pays me bills (and more) so that's pretty cool, never think I have actually worked this much in my life.. The nice people at challenge realised I was to soft to do any hard labour work, so they sent me to where I am no, Recall. I'm running around picking up and storing backup tapes that people send to us to store for a while.

But.. yeasterday I felt like doing something a bit different.. I wanted to buy two CD's! And, this may come as a surprise for some, I wanted to get the latest Muse cd and the latest Eskimoe Joe (dunno how to spell that), but then, they are both kinda main stream nowadays, heard the Muse single, whatever it's called, on the way to and on the way from growth group.. On 96.5 at that!

Anyways, what I was trying to say is, I went down to the city to buy CD's (after deciding against going and getting a haircut as I wanted those CD's), but decide to head in to Big W to buy some stuff first, so, in I go, buy my stuff I do, paying and leaving.. BEEEEEEEEP!!! So the cashier girl just hands my stuff through the beeping thing and it doesn't beep.. (which was pretty weird). Anyway, I go out from Big W, and decide to put my newly bought stuff in my bag and taking my jacket out, which I do, using some table in the food court. After that, heading down to Woolies, where it beeps when I go in... Happily walking around and getting my stuff, line up in the que, decide to take out my wallet.... which isn't there... Running up to Big W again (Beeps when I go out....) But they are closed, but manged to get the attention of some dude, but didn't do me any good as my wallet wasn't there. Down to Woolies again, maybe I put my wallet in my basket.. Didn't. But, I meet Rachel that lends me money so I can buy food, again I must say that friends are good to have... Oh, forgot to say that the alarm beeps when I enter woolies again.. And it beeps when I leave.. So, off to the police and reporting my lost wallet, and then home to check through my bag. Didn't find my wallet, but did find that the cashier chick at Big W forgot to take of one of those beeping things from my stuff.... (which also means I can't use it.. being two boxers tied together with this metal thing, nor can I go back to Big W and say "Hey, I have this pair of boxes here.. they have this beeping thing on them, I can't use them as they have that.. Recepit? No, I lost my wallet...")

But, such is life.. Going to Straddie on the weekend!!! And to bed now...

Until the end

Find the point (dot)

Hi, blog reader(s),

Sorry about the absence of blog posts lately, been to tired... This working man's life is draining.. Especially when you need to get up so early in the morning, and then work hard.. Last week I started at 3am!!! and finished at 3pm (well, only on wen and thur, fri I finished at 1 and mon and tue I didn't start at 3..). Dunno how many tonnes of stuff I have been moving from conveyors to pallets, pallets I have pushed away and replaced with new pallets, I dream about pallets and cardboard boxes..

I intened to tell you what happened to Ronnie, but Mr Marzoq contacted me (dunno how he managed to do such a thing, haven't seen him for ages and ages, and what's the chances of him reading my blog??) and said something about intellectual property, compensation and stuff. So have to sort things out with him first I'm afraid. But, have no fear, we should be able to figure something out, right Ashi?

Got nothing else to say really, except that, if you want to go to straddie next weekend, let me know before wednesday 11th.

Until next time