It's a strange feeling to be a blogger with nothing interesting to say. Of course some people would argue that's blogging in a nutshell, but this month I've had remarkably little cross my mind that was worthy of public comment.
I seem to be taking a break from being a nerd. After I finish work for the day, I want to stay away from the computer, watch some TV, maybe read a book. I wonder if this is how normal people behave? I hope I get over it soon, I've got a bunch of geek stuff I promised myself I'd do in my spare time.
Why is Ben wearing sunglasses in the office? The flames were just too bright!
I guess I should have responded to being biled, but why make a fuss? Javablogs' stability has been a running joke, and deserving of discontent. It's been mostly hardware-related, but there have been one or two annoying software glitches.
Anyway, as Alan pointed out to me, wasn't that the nicest bile you've ever read? I wasn't accused of a single deviant sexual practice. It was almost complimentary. As for having lost my mind when I joined Atlassian, I have to point out that I was a Websphere consultant for the previous three years. I challenge anyone to do that and retain any residual sanity.
(An aside: I'm not personally responsible for Javablogs. I'm just the guy who blogs about it every now and then. I'll happily take the blame for the stuff that's broken, but all the bits that aren't broken are the collective work of everyone at Atlassian.)
This 10kg box of M&Ms appeared at the Atlassian office last week. So much for any hope of a post-holiday diet.
Looking at my last two Quicklinks entries, I see William Shatner covering a Pulp song, and Florida youth hanging themselves on meat-hooks. I can't help wondering if the two are related. Perhaps after listening to Shatner sing, hanging on a meat-hook is a blessed relief?
How to offend women without even trying: (Charles) "Hi! I heard a lot about you, but I don't think we've ever actually met before." (Rita) "Of course we have! Didn't I spend an afternoon sitting on your lap?" Oops.
Meanwhile, if you live in Sydney, go and see Gibson Nolte performing Adam Rapp's play Nocturne at the Belvoir St Theatre. Gibson gives a pretty incredible performance, holding you for the whole 100-minute one-man show. And I'm not just saying this because he was a groomsman at my brother's wedding, and probably has incriminating photos of me from the reception.
And from IRC:
iMorpheus: I miss the Cure.
Carlton: Yeah, it's a shame Robert Smith Lost It in the 90's.
iMorpheus: what happened?
rojisan: he got meds?
Carlton: Well, I think he just finally realised that he's happily married and very rich, and forgot how to be depressed.
rojisan: that's fixable with meds too
Carlton: So everything after Wish sounded like he was trying to remember how to write Cure songs, but couldn't get in the mood.
