Merry Christmas from all of us in the cave!

A VERY MONMAS MESSAGE!

So, another year has gone by and Christmas is upon us. And it is with great pleasure that I report to you a very special Christmas message from all of us who live in the Middle of Nowhere Cave.

Christmas, as you know, is the time in which everyone gets together to celebrate the joy of receiving. This ritual is usually preceded by the joy of a visit from the beloved Duke of Habernackle. It is the Duke’s job, as an official representative of the Earl of Sandwich, to deliver every house hold in East New Brunswick a very special Christmas sandwich, which I believe is some sort of small horse.

The origins of this ritual of course date back to the Battle of Hastings, in which Sir Morris of Sweeny was heard to exclaim, “I cannot pronounce the world cuttlefish”, an affliction which caused him no amount of distress.

Word of his pain was said to have moved Florence Nightingale (who was yet to be born) so much that she travelled back in time and single handedly won the battle of Marathon for the Greeks by running 14 kilometres (9284 pine nuts in the old scale) and delivering Alexander of Macedon (who was yet to be born) a almond tree made of stone.

This led to the tradition of leaving milk and cookies out for some guy named Santa, although just how one led to another is a story that is long and confusing.

Of course, Christmas is not only about the battle of Marathon, and why Alex (Snaykeemcgee) doesn’t like me hanging my pantaloons over the TV to dry. No, Christmas is about ham and turkey.

Us here at Middle of Nowhere are rather fond of turkey, but have had nothing but bad experiences with ham, dating back to when Drew (Devslashtux) realised that ham came from pigs (for years he’d thought it grew inside pea pods) and he proceeded to rage about this for hours until Deon (Dex) had had enough and he sold Drew to a passing Arthur Miller Experience bus tour for four pounds and a shilling.

Drew returned some years later having discovered the meaning of Australia Day, but he never got around to telling us what it was.

It’s been a big year for the Middle of Nowhere team. The launch of our brand new shiny website has seen us reach the heights of International Stardom, not known since I covered my self in coconut and sung “I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts” to the Prime Minister of Palau.

But even though we have such busy schedules thanks to our new found fame (we’d lost our fame for four weeks after a miss-hap at the dry-cleaner) we always take the time to stop and celebrate the magic of Christmas.

Or at least we would, if Deon (Dex) hadn’t decided to steal Flag Day, thus ensuring that our Christmas is spent washing windows with tulips, for reasons which I’ve long since forgotten.

So have a Merry Christmas, and remember that if you ever try to be yourself, make sure you’re not a time travelling donkey. Because people will tend to stop and stare.

Relying on Wikipedia

With Wikipedia recently coming under scrutiny in regards to its accuracy I feel it is prudent to point out that no one source of should be relied upon for your information.

I use (and recommend) that Wikipedia be used as a starting point for research – instead of starting a search for “beetroot” on Google and haphazardly searching for information a search on Wikipedia will give you a much better idea of what to look for along with some useful data (which should then be confirmed from a different source).

Wikipedia is no-different as far as I’m concerned from picking up a copy of the Encylopaedia Britannica. In terms of its accuracy, I’ve never spotted anything which was completely incorrect – there were minor mistakes, but the beauty of a wiki is that changes can be made.

Speaking to people involved in academia, there is a general feeling that Wikipedia is being used as the sole source of information in research assignments – even at second year university.

But, without people knowing that you have to research a subject through multiple sources – and getting it from primary sources whereever available – I fear that society will get to a point where ‘research’ will wholly comprise a Google search and a quick glance at the result from Wikipedia.

The real concern is that, in time people will blindly accept incorrect information simply because its on [insert popular website here]. For example, people used to believe what they heard in the newspapers because it “has to be true”, this belief later migrated to radio – a famous example being Orson Welles radio broadcast of War of the Worlds. This belief further moved onwards to television and now it is starting to become ingraned to the internet – possibly the largest cesspool of crap humanity has ever invented – and also, potentially one of the most useful ways to share valid information.

The joy of discussions in the middle of the night

If you’ve found this site you may have wondered why some of the content on this site is so warped, bizarre and generally non-sensical.

No we don’t use drugs. But we do write alot of our stuff at rather odd hours of the morning. In fact some of our best material was written between 1 and 3am. Dex (Deon) and I (Matt (Colonel)) once wrote our own Final Godzilla script over a couple of nights, each night waiting until after 12 before we started writing.

Some time we wouldn’t even work on projects. We’d just discuss things. Like the availability of certain web domain adresses:

Colonel says:
try consulting:

Colonel says:
www.obscurepartsofthebrain.com

Dex says:
that doesnt work

Dex says:
see! who said good webadresses dont exist anymore!

Colonel says:
I reckon any self respecting insurance corporation would be kidding themselves if they didn’t believe they could increase productivity 900% with a web address like www.obscurepartsofthebrain.com

Dex says:
yes I know

Dex says:
in fact., that address now costs upwards of 4000 first born sons

Colonel says:
pffft, that’s nothing compared to what I spent on my last vended Renoir

Colonel says:
An address of that quality should be worth…

Colonel says:
1 million first born sons

Colonel says:
and three first born daughters

Colonel says:
the rarest type of first born son there is!

Dex says:
rofl of course

Colonel says:
you better have!

Colonel says:
rofled that is!

Dex says:
yes I am that verb in action format

Colonel says:
Verb actionedified

Our tendency to wait until strange hours of the night to work on projects led to seriously warped sleeping patterns and permanent scarring and as a result I can no longer say fried chicken while standing on one leg.

Soon it resulted in reckless anti social behaviour. I thought Dex went too far when he tried to climb the Empire State Building in his pyjamas, only to realise he was still in Sydney, and he wasn’t really climbing the Empire State Building but instead teaching a squirrel how to recite Proust to school children.

I thought our late night vigils had to stop. My attempts to steal time and thus destroy the concept of “after 12 am” were thwarted when I realised that my deer had become a advertisment for Calvin Klein (Do I get royalties for mentioning brand names on this blog) and I had been cast in the lead role of a musical about the disappearance of 3/4 of the known Universe.

My conversation with Dex was as follows:

Colonel says:
Detroit only made good sweaters up until, but not including, 1634

Dex says:
yeah – the 1635 editions were terrible

Colonel says:
1635 was a bad year for sweaters generally, what with the invention of the neck high pantaloons and all

Dex says:
yeah – damn those high neck pantaloons

Dex says:
I mean, I could barely see over them

Colonel says:
I lost two necks and three knees because of them

Dex says:
yeah – only 2 necks? you got off easily

Colonel says:
I know, that’s why they made me King

Dex says:
yeah – and I was stuck being the Evil Arch Duke!

As you can see Dex had become jealous of my starring role in the musical and chose to express it through the metaphors of sweaters, or Arch Dukes…

I’m not really sure.

Perhaps if I analyse it post-modernly (not a word) I’ll get a better understanding.

But alas, it’s not 3 o’clock in the morning, and things make too much sense at this time.

Cheers,
Matt (Colonel)

Tis the Season to go Mad

Well, its coming up on that time of the year again – shopping centres are playing carols, fake plastic trees are sprouting from everywhere. Yes, the arrival of that dreaded time: Christmas.

Not that Christmas is bad, its a good excuse to see family and have a nice relaxing day with a BBQ or five. But rather it’s the completely overblown retail response to it. Although I’m not particularly religious it seems the actual meaning of Christmas has been lost… I’ll rant more about this over the next month.

There will also be some exciting MON News coming soon! Soon as I’m on holidays… Grumble grumble grumble…

Oh, and also, thanks CityRail for telling us about Town Hall station this morning – sitting outside of Central for 20 minutes to be told there was a “police operation” at Town Hall instead of the truth that an air-conditioner had caught fire really proves why we dislike you.

THE CRAZINESS OF THE M7

The new Sydney M7 motorway has to be the craziest highway I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’ve been to Los Angeles.

Yet to be fully finished, I haven’t exactly experienced the potential horror, or possibly better, faster and safer road. It will certianly be a more expensive road, with several toll gates throughout measuring how much you’ve travelled. Sure it’s to do with the expansion of Sydney’s western suburbs, but geez! Overdone?

Basically there are multiple giant, modern (and quite scary looking) overpasses going every-which-way at various sections where it intersects. The start of the M5 near Glenfield is an example, and also at the Baulkham Hills section of the M2, however NOTHING compares with the crossover at the M4.

This is where the turn-off used to be for Wonderland, right on the corner where the Bush Beast rollercoaster used to live in its wooden, rickety glory. I believe it’s been taken away – it certainly looks like it, though there are many many roads blocking me and the old theme park (also it’s a bit hard to look whilst driving). My sister pointed out that the highway should latch on to the Bush Beast. Looking at the new overpass, it somehow seems like it has.

Here the overpasses goes into crazydrive. These massive amounts of concrete shoot off in pretty well every dircetion imaginable, with different levels of road rising up, higher than any road should go. On ground level (the M4 running underneath), there are these weird red poles that look like some sort of wiring coming out of them, although when looking at the concept pictures it seems that’s all they’re going to do with it. In the epicentre of this Grand Highway to End All Highways, is a giant red pole with some sort of dome at the top (which looks a little like the shape of a martini glass), which looks evidently like it will be a giant light to shine down on its creation.

The best part of all is that this overpass is in fact a memorial. While not as ironic as Harold Holt’s swimming pool memorial (as pointed out by Bill Bryson’s book, Down Under), this is a memorial to the Australian Light Horse regiments of World War One. What better way to honour them than with an overpass? Official M7 Light Horse Interchange website

westlinkm7 official webpage for those who are further interested.

Broadband, the ‘wonder’ of it all

I remember the days of being excited with broadband, watching other people or the uni computers with its near pre-emptive page loading – as Colonel once said. It loads the page before you even click!

However, with its better speed, it’s also expected that it’ll be better in every way – less hassle, and all that. It definitely sounds better, when I remember the days of early dial-up which always cut out. Especially since in the early EARLY days my service provider didn’t have a local number so silly me hooked it up to the one all the way in the city…expensive times. We’ve since moved up and have ISDN, which is not quite broadband but ‘better’ than regular dial-up…well, the only difference for me is that it connects almost instantly, but it goes silly when it randomly disconnects as you have to restart the entire computer.

I’m not sure if I want to get broadband at all, since it doesn’t seem to be working in an area that most definitely should (being practically in the city). In fact it just doesn’t connect. According to the Internet Service Provider (I don’t know why that should be capitalised even if it’s an anogram, or even why I shouldn’t just blurt their name out, but for now I’ll resist) the problem was the back-to-base alarm using the phone line that meant this didn’t work. We needed some sort of ‘splitter’.

We got the alarm switched off, and yet it still didn’t connect. So back to ol’ tech support, when the guy ‘helped’ me out by doing mediocre stuff – restarting the computer, checking the plugs are in, etc. When they start getting you to do stuff like that, you know they don’t have a clue.

The result was that they lodged a problem with the ADSL line with the phone company. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to get any update on its progress in the ‘queue’, as they have an internet company themselves and so the other ISP is probably not an issue to them.

Round and round we go. The most annoying part is that bills have needed to be paid since we got the package, as it’s a contract (12 or 24 months, I can’t remember, in order to get the ADSL modem for free).

Anyway, that’s my rant for the day. I’ve been kind enough to not include the company’s name in this whole thing (well, the three companies who keep sending me on the delightful merry-go-round of ‘progress’). I used a lot of quotation marks in this blog, there’s quite the sarcasm here.

Quoteification: P.K. Shaw doesn’t know everything.

I have a day-to-day calendar which has nice little quotes down the bottom. They’re fun, sometimes relevent, sometimes well known – but mostly a good way to procrastinate for, say, 30 seconds. However, throughout the good ol’ calendar there happens to be many many quotes by someone known as P. K. Shaw (see http://www.yourquotations.net/PK%20Shaw_quotes.html for examples). As said on some obscure internet/email (??) website thingy, “Wherever you find a book of quotes you will inevitably find something attributed to P.K.Shaw” (http://lists.webjunction.org/wjlists/publib/2000-January/029564.html). Who he or she is I haven’t really known; even Google can’t help me out (you know, the definitive research tool and all). So perhaps ol’ P.K. doesn’t exist. Which makes it even more annoying, seeing as though Shaw is supposedly someone whose advice we’re meant to take. Even though I don’t like the whole ‘Anonymous’ thing, it’d probably be better to say that to make up a name, and a dodgy name at that (“Oh, yes,” I can hear those fatcats at the calendar publishing company, “let’s make a name with initials at the front. They respect that. And Shaw rhymes with sure, hohoho…well, that’s a silly point, but let’s put it that way, what ho”).

Moving on from that, I’ve also been thinking about people quoting in general. What is the deal with being able to quote something, slipping it in in a general conversation? Obviously, some are better than others at quoting stuff, and those who aren’t really good…I suppose you can laugh at. But why so it in the first place? Some of my conclusions include:

1. It’s somebody else’s idea, I guess, that you may not have though of before.

2. There’s (usually) a shared knowledge of the quote, and so in the first few words another person can tell what they’re going to say, and what the point is they’re trying to make.

3. A quote has what you want to say more elegantly, and/or funnier than what you could ever come up with

4. It’s easier than to think of that than something original (see 1.)

In this day and age…well, in MY day and age, it seems as though The Simpsons is the major thing quoted. Which is good…to an extent. Other things should be quoted too, obviously, because The Simpsons can’t always save us. Along with ol’ P. K.

So there you have it. A grand second blog post. Isn’t it grand.

Rosa Parks passes away

American civil rights activist Rosa Parks has passed away in her home in Detroit. She died of natural causes. She was 92.

Rosa Parks is credited with sparking the civil rights movement in the US when, in 1955, she refused to give up her seat on a public bus for a white man. Her act of defiance saw her jailed and fined, but it also began a 381 day boycott of the bus system which marked the start of the civil rights movement.

I hope that Parks’ death triggers reflection, not just in the US, but everywhere, on how far we have come (if at all) in ending racial discrimination.

Wallace and Gromit

Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Wererabbit is the first film I’ve decided to turn my blogging energies to.

I’ve been a fan of W&G since I first saw “The Wrong Trousers” on TV – and it remains my favourite W&G film.

When I left the cinema I had a feeling of emptyness. The first coherent thought to go across my mind was “What has Nick Park done? That was not a Wallace and Gromit film. Somehow it managed to be stupid.”

A week on, after reflecting on the film and reading comments other people have on the film I’m starting to accept that it wasn’t that bad.

Perhaps, as other Australian viewers might appreciate, it was the inclusion of the Madagascar Penguin short and the Shmackos movie (a 10 minute non-sensical advertisment) that starting things on the wrong foot. All up, 35 minutes was spent staring at inane garbage. The Penguin short was funny but I’ve seen that on DVD – I paid to see Wallace and Gromit!!

Sigh…

When the films titles started and the familiar W&G theme began I had high hopes. Immediately the visual gags started coming – I especially liked the photo of Gromit’s graduation from ‘Dogwarts’ – very cute.

The animation was stop-motion claymation at its finest. I especially liked the fact that it wasn’t perfect. I thought Chicken Run was too highly polished – it had lost that Aardman charm. There is nothing like a shot of Gromit with a big fingerprint on his nose! That is the W&G I love.

Gromit was certainly the star of the show. Silent yet expressive, as always – Gromit is unarguably one of the best silent actors of all time.

It will find its way into my DVD collection…

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Update:
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The Chore of Blogging

Monkey with Pencil
It turns out that blogging is really difficult.

Trying to avoid making posts about frivolous things contributes to the difficulty.

Trying to think of something relevant to post – not just a one line “I ate a sandwich today” style post – is actually a surprisingly difficult task.

News stories seem like a logical place to start however, I think they have already been covered by numerous news sources and more to the point I am not a journalist – my commentary on such issues is moot.

Gadgets? I’ve got lots of gadgets but they were all reviewed years ago. But I don’t want this to become another tech blog. There are no shortages of those.

At this stage the future of The MON Blogs is already in doubt with only 50% of MON members posting actively. Hopefully, blogging inspiration will strike soon.