In Other Words

Brain Flatulence

I had kind of planned to write something yesterday, but unfortunately I didn’t find the time. Kind of a shame seeing as four days ago was my one month anniversary in Ausie land. One month on Ausie soil and still unemployed. Oh well, it’s normally pretty good if you manage to find work within the first month, right? Especially considering that half of that time was public holidays and the other half was Ausie people recovering. The police realised that this period was different from the rest of the year. For instance they doubled the number of points that you get for making a driving violation, because everybody is so piss drunk and dangerous on the streets around this time. Unfortunately the police was never nice enough to warn me that people would be too piss drunk to hire me. (Did you know that soliciting a person under the influence of alcohol (the person you’re soliciting, not you) is a criminal offence? Bullshit, I say. If they decide to get drunk, well then it’s their problem if they do something stupid. ‘Do sober what you said you would do when you were drunk. That will teach you’ –Winston Churchill)

Anyway, the Ausies have this thing about alcohol being sacred, in a way, so it isn’t all that surprising that nobody is hiring. Hold on, hope and see.

So last Saturday I hooked up with a group to role play once again (like dungeon and dragons. Yes, I really am a geek, hadn’t you noticed?) when I joined in on a campaign. I haven’t actually played any role playing games since I left Holland for Singapore, so it has been a while, still I wanted to give it another try. I always had great fun doing it while I did it. It is also a very cheap hobby to partake in, which suits our financial situation just perfectly, right now.

I’m not sure if I have found the right group yet, though. They might be a little different from what I’m used to. I was always lucky enough to get good players who were just as interested in politics and the social sciences as I was. This always created amazing games, in which socialising and networking played a paramount role. (True, I did have to train them, but they bent to my will in the end).

I have to convince the few doubters that remain of my dweebieness. It wouldn’t do for any of you to actually think I’m normal. Normality is a curse that must be battled wherever it rears its ugly head. Our main weapon against normality is questions. Nobody that truly and fully questions themselves and their surroundings can remain normal.

posted by Symbol @ 25.1.05