Half A Week in the Life

And so the first half week of the holidays ends. Four sleeps until Chrissy and I can feel the electricity in the air. Mostly due to that faulty power outlet. Hehe.

I'm so funny.

What? What? Oh, right. Blog. *ahem*

So yeah.
During this week, I have learnt 2 valuable lessons. I shall list and explain them here for everyones benefit.

1) Some people just can't get along

It's true. Never have, never will. My lovely teachers of this subject were my ever-warring younger brothers, who seriously do not give anyone a minutes peace from the moment they roll out of bed in the mroning to the moment they fall asleep at night. Which leads me to number...

2) Never, and I mean NEVER, sit in the back middle seat on a car-trip of any length

Again, my lovely brothers taught me this lesson. The only seat left was back-middle, and I was therefore put snugly between the two. Who then proceeded to make my trip to Medowie utter hell. My one-year-old cousin was puzzled as to why I wasn't as happy as everyone else. Well, Noah, someday when you read this, you'll understand.

Take heed, younglings and padawans. use this knowledge and you too will someday become a sage such as I. Anywho, that's about all I jhave to say so catcha round, I guess.

Chris(tmas)

Un-Singularity

Well hey there, everybody, how ya doin'? Good? Good. Thanks for coming out!

Main point of this here post is to tell you all the following:

I am no longer not without not being single!

If you can figure that out, and don't already know what I'm saying, YOU WIN! Of course, since everyone reading this already knows, nobody wins. Don't you all just feel so sad now?

This post is kinda lacking good materila. Um. Stuff about the leadership day and stuff got covered by everyone else already, and to be quite honest i really pretty boring to talk about.Umm...I already did the whole got a girlfriend bit. Got no terrible jokes to tell right at the mo. Nope, I got nothin. Ah well.

I guess I'll just talk about the importance of jumping, shouting "Cthulhu" and hailing the Almighty Bob.

That and knowing the difference between rock and rap. That's all important, as I think we all know. For the record rock is better. If you think otherwise, I hate to tell you but you're wrong.


Anywho, I've not got alot left to say. Pretty good assonancer there, eh?

So I guess it's

Ciao for now,

Chrissyboi

Happy B'Day Ness!

So, it was the Loch Ness Monster's birthday party today, and it was pretty fun indeed. Go-karting, for the first time ever, was pretty cool. I was drifting around corners and all. But Jake, drive faster.

Then the beach, got absolutely smashed by waves, which was fun. Dwyer, I tried to learn to bodysurf, but I guess I'm not that quick a study. And I don't go to the beach much, either.

Finally, I had 2 discussions about no lifing and flirting, which led to this little tidbit from Aaron (Not McGowan, a different one)

Aaron: talkies
Me: What about?
Aaron: anything i have no life

Chris: And you think I do?
Aaron: lets have a life together
hmm that sounded weird

Tarocash

So I spent $170 on formal gear today.

One-hundred and seventy freakin' dollars. I'll look dashing, sure. It's a good outfit. But still. Pricey for a shirt/vest combo.

In other news, Emily seems to think she hates me. Right. Sure.

Apart from this, I have not a lot to say.

Ciao,

Kristov

Noncommital

Just now, in simultaneous MSN conversations, I demonstrated the frustration abilities of simply deferring to answer. It was most amusing, here's a transcript.

Excerpt from Conversation 1:

<8:19PM>Josef : know what? i'm changing my status

<8:19PM>Chris : Mmkay.

(Josef changes his status to read "12 Days Remaining, Chris")

<8:19PM>Chris : Til?

<8:19PM>Josef : see that?

<8:20PM>Josef : no, you have to ask someone out in that time

<8:20PM>Chris : Mmkay.

<8:20PM>Josef : so, you will?

<8:23PM>Josef : ???

<8:25PM>Chris : ...

<8:25PM>Chris : Maybe.

<8:25PM>Josef : *disapproving stare* most likely?

<8:27PM>Chris : Maybe.

<8:27PM>Josef : yes/no?

<8:27PM>Chris : Maybe.

<8:28PM>Josef : grrrr!

End Excerpt

So you see, in the space of 9 short minutes, Josef was reduced to the point of "Grrrr!"

Excerpt from Conversation 2

<8:17PM>Geoff : CHRIS

<8:17PM>Geoff : WHERE THE F--K WERE YOU

<8:17PM>Chris : Uhh, not at school?

<8:22PM>Geoff : i know

<8:22PM>Geoff : WHY NOT

<8:25PM>Chris : Because I was at home.

<8:25PM>Geoff : WHY

<8:27PM>Chris : Because I wasn't at school.

<8:27PM>Geoff : Chris

End Excerpt

This time 10 minutes were required and it seems that 9 minutes may be the physical threshold for this form of breaking people. I will do more study and get back to you.

Chrissyboi

Kodak Moment

So, I was walking home from school last Friday, thinking about going to the Jets later on, and looking dubiously at the sky and the encroaching storm front. As I looked at the sky to my left, there were roiling, brooding black clouds, seething in the sky. As I looked above me, there was a stark division between dark clouds and spring-blue skies. In the sky on my right, apparently oblivious to the inclement weather, a hang-glider and pilot were just floating around in the big old blue, as happy as could be. A stark contrast. A Kodak Moment, if you want.

As I have mentioned previously, I often engage in little debate and ponderings with myself on the walk home from school. There are many things to think about in this world. What I think about varies from things as human and personal as love, emotion and the human condition, to things as stark and impersonal as particle physics, quarks and photons. Mostly, though, I think about myself. One of my favourite things to think about, is this:

If a passer-by in the street could take a snapshot of me, not just what I look like, but my thoughts, memories and feelings, what would they think? Kodak Moment.

Now, before you all get on about how Chrissy's getting all insecure and emo, I want to say that I'm not going weird on you. It's a good thing. It puts everything into perspective, and helps you de-stress. I would recommend this spot of psycho-exercise to anyone in a moment of boredom and reflectiveness.

Anywho, see you all round.

Chrissyboi.

I love Wired!

I suppose I'll kick things off with a little bit of news I discovered from Wired.com. Scientists researching into causes of cancer, etc. have found a protein called telomerase. There are little segments of your DNA called telomeres, which control how many times a cell can divide. Telomerase intereferes with these telomeres and by doing so, causes them to divide out of control. We know this out of control division of cells as "Cancer." However, having discovered this protein, scientists are working on methods that can potentially prevent and cure cancer. Being able to identify telomerase allows scientists to produce proteins which will destroy it. As well as this, scientists hope that, in time, a vaccination will be produced which will make the immune system attack telomerase-producin cells, effectively vaccinatiing against cancer. Pretty neat, huh?

However, in other, unrelated news, my birthday was prety fun. I'm only really blogging about it because a certain someone told me to, but here it is. It was quite fun having a birthday party, even though it took half an hour to open Ness' preset. But the wrapping paper was very tough. It was! Singstar was fun, as was playing pool and table tennis. Thankyou all for your wonderful pressies, I finished one ofthose blocks of chocolate in one night, much to Mum's dismayed surprise. "You'll make yourself sick!" she says. Yeah. Right.

Catch you on the flip-side!
Chris

English Story Time

So I guess I should stop talking about this English story and post it. The only real reason I'm doing this is because everyone else seems to be putting up works of fiction. I wanted to develop on this idea a little more, but never got around to it, so I guess you could say it's a work in progress. It was from the stimulus line "A strong wind blew..."



A strong wind blew, whistling through the gaps and cracks between the boards of the small hut. The boy, Tahn, slept restlessly on the mat on the floor, covered by only the thinnest of sheets and disturbed in his rest by the tempestous storm raging outside. But there were other things disturbing Tahn's sleep that night. A storm within his mind, a terrible dream, making him toss himself this way and that, embroiled in night-terrors.

Eventually, morning broke and the storm ceased. Tahn arose from his disrupted slumber and prepared himself a square breakfast. Heavens knew he would need it, knowing of the trials to come. As he ate, feeling the comfort of the food sliding down his throat, he relived the horrors of the night before. Faces, leering, looming from the dark. Taunting him. Mocking him. A repeated image of himself, suffering many and varied defeats. But most of all, a strong, underlying sense of doom. Of failure.

Tahn cleared the images from his mind and the dishes from the crudely built table. That table, one of his earlier endeavours, built in the first days of his time as an apprentice. As he washed his plate in the small sink, a knock came at the door. Tahn dropped his plate, strode to the door and answered it. It was time, he knew it.

"My name is Dulan. You are to come with me now."

As he walked down the main street of the town, toward Dunnerston Arena, he felt eyes and heard whispers following him. The stranger, Dulan, said nothing, but maintained a stony-faced silence as he led the way. As they entered the looming shadow of the grand stadium, the crowds thinkened and Tahn's stomach churned, his nerves making him wish his meal had not been quite so large. Dulan ushered him into a chamber underneath the rows of seats, finally breaking his silence with the simple statement,

"Wait here until you are called."

Tahn did not reply, his face taking on a sickly sheen.

There were others in the chamber. At varying intervals, a booming voice would call a name, and one of the boys would trudge through the large, imposing gate, out on to the sand. Then the gate would crash shut with an echoing, hollow boom. This would be followed by an intermining period of booing, cheering and roaring from te crowd. Eventually, the crowd noise would subside. Then the next boy's name would be called.

After what seemed like hours of waiting, Tahn heard the booming voice, calling his name. He walked out into the blinding light of the day, blinking. The noise of the crowd, no longer diminished by the deadening stone walls of the chamber, served only to further disorientate him, the deafening noise ringing in his ears. As he stepped forward, the gate closing with a boom, he felt the weight of what he carried beneath his leather cowl, pressing into him.

He walked forward, to the centre of the sandy arena floor, feeling the crowd's judging eyes with every step, sensing their disappointment at his lack of muscularity, of obvious physical strength. A gate at the other end of the arena opened and a squadron of a dozen came forth, straining to maintain a grip on strong chains of steel, chains that restrained a great and terrible beast. The beast was led for a lap of the arena, slavering jaws and great teeth on show. Then the beast was brought before Tahn and its chains were released.




Sorry for the abrupt ending. Like I said, its a work in progress. Sometime future I might expand on it further, since even writing it down here gave me some exciting new ideas.

Till next time (and not Eulenspiegel)
Chris

It's not a baby!

I guess I don't really have that much to say right now. This post is kinda really pointless, but I'm going to post it anyway. Then mah peeps will read and comment. The only real reason I'm posting right now is boredom. It's not as if nothing's going on, there's plenty to write about. It's just, I don't really want to. And there's some secret stuff, which if I posted here it would wreck some stuff. So I won't. I'm pretty sure my next post will be my story from English. I hated how much fuss people made over that, by the way. Yeah, okay, so it was kinda good, but I'm not Mark Twain, over here. But, since I'm not bitter and resentful, also thankyou for liking it. I guess I just get kinda embarrassed when people complment me.

Isn't it weird, how when I get tired, I post the most meaningless stuff on here, and yet it's the meaningless stuff that is the deepest? Like, do you guys read this blog, and think "Hmm, that's interesting. Never thought Chris got like that?" And then, why do I care what you think anyway? No offence there, but isn't self-esteem and confidence not caring what other people think? Does that mean that I'm not confident, have no self-esteem? Dunno, dunno.

...

I think I need a hug. But then, by the time any of you read this, and decides to give that hug, I'm sure I'll be over this little existential crisis. Ah well.

Until the next time, Dear Readers.

Chris

DOCTOR OCTAGONAPUS! BLAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!!

And so another chapter in the life of the Sledgehammer.

I thank you all for your responses in the comments section of my post, "So, How Hae You All Been Anyway?" I also refer you back to the opening paragraph of said post, where I made certain predictions, and I say to you, 2 outta 3 ain't bad. Jake's life certainly did take a turn for the better, Koop's has taken a slight turn for the worse, and it remains to be seen whether Dwyer's will match my predictions or no.

But now to reflect on my own. I honestly cannot say for sure what lies ahead in the personal life of the Sledgehammer. I'm sure all who read this blog are aware of who I like. and all past happenings with said person. However, hindsight being 20/20, I can't help but wonder whether I didn't rush things and go about them the wrong way. I'm almost certain I did. But, I plan to mend the channels that have broken down, and try again perhaps sometime in the future. If not, there are always other dorrways open.

In addition, to do more with current goings-on, I went and watched The Lazer Collection, which was most entertaining. It was made by DominicFear on YouTube, so if you're bored enough, go watch and enjoy. but I digress: my real purpose here is to FIRE MAH LAZER BLAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!

Wobcomic

Well, after some uploading issues, and some sizing issues, I finally got the webcomic I promised from ages ago up. You just have to click on it to b able to read it. But that's as good as I can get it, so enjoy.

Sledgehammer

The Long Awaited Wobcomic!

So, How Have You All Been, Anyway?

Well, I'll get straight down to it. As of tonight, Koop's personal life is in turmoil, as is Dwyer's, but Jake's looks to take a positive turn. Assuming he doesn't die first. But no, no more half-revelations. On to the main bit of my postings.

I went and bought a little spiral notepad, which I'm now taking along with me everywhere. That way, if I hear a song I want to download, I write it down and don't forget it. Same for song I want to learn, and for story and blog ideas, also.

Also thought I'd point out how regular of a commenter I have been on everyone's blogs. Not attention-grabbing, just saying. Bu then, you all comment me too. So I guess I'll follow the trend and thank you all for taking the couple of minutes to say something about my inane drivel.

Another thing I want brought to everyone's attention is the fact that people still obviously read your blogs. One person at least. I'm not going to stop reading them anytime soon because, hell, what else have I got to do with my time? If you get comments, people still read your blog.

Note to all: Playing guitar with a jarred finger hurts.

Anywho, I don't talk to most of you nearly enough anymore. We should catchup. In that spirit, and linking back to the title of this post, when you comment on this post (if you do), don't just tell me it was a good post. Tell me how you've been, what you've been up to. I'll listen interestedly, nod politely in all the right spots, and even might answer if you're lucky. (HINT: I'll definitely answer.) So tell me about your life. Because I need a break from mine. Work gets boring after awhile. Jobs are over-rated, except for the paycheck bit.

Anyways I won't bore you any longer, except to say, self-deprecating posts are fine, as long as you acknowledge that someone's reading them.

See you all round, like a rissole!

Sledgehammer (Chris)

Holiday Epica - Week One

Well, greetings again to all of you who still care enough to click your way on over to the Blog of the Sledgehammer and see if I have bothered to post. I hope this set of people still exists.

Did you all enjoy my gadgets?

I'm going to soon put up a poll on here, to see whether, firstly, enough of you care enough to vote and secondly, what new content you would like to see on here in future.

And so now, to the main point of what will likely be a very short post: the first week of holidays.

I spent the majority of it sleeping. When I wasn't sleeping, I was sleeping while awake, working, or it was the weekend.

The weekend is a point of its own because I actually did something! I went to Jake's over the weekend. We went and saw Transformers 2.

On arriving at the cinema we found the place chock-full of girls below the age of 12, excepting their chaperone mothers. We couldn't explain this strange phenomenon, until we looked at a movie times program to discover: the Hannah Montana movie was due to start in five minutes.

So, once the dust had settled, we went and bought tickets, and about 20 minutes later, drinks and popcorn. I bought a solo, Jake bought a Schweppes Lemonade, which tasted off. He went back and complained and enter Solo Guy! Jake said that it didn't taste right, so Solo Guy tested it and said "That's because it soda water!" He then offered Jake a replacement drink for free. Jake asked for a Solo, and Solo Guy said "Solo's better anyway. Helps you pick up hot chicks." If he delivers on his promise, he will be elevated to legend status, deserving of a medal.

Anywho, now that the saga of Solo Guy is complete for the moment, I bid you all goodbye, dear readeers. If any still exist.

Peace Out, and don't do anything I wouldn't

Sledgehammer

Gadgets

So, I found out about all these gadgets you can add to your blog. Pretty cool stuff. A I was scrolling through the list, I picked a couple out, which I thought would be good additions to this blog.
So now, if you look to the bottom of the page, you will see a calendar showing the current date for those who don't know; and the current weather conditions, which as far as I know, I have set up to show in Celsius, for Newcastle.
So, when you're around and about on my blog, be sure to have a check of the date, or the weather. Because, seriously, who can be bothered...erm...going outside to look at the sky, or...looking at a calendar.

Anywho, catch ya later,

Chris.


P.S: Please give me feedback on what you think of these, what you want added to my blog, and whether the weather gadget shows the weather for Newcastle, in Celsius for you.


EDIT: I am also adding a Sudoku sidebar, so that you can come here for all your puzzling needs.

Afternoon Philosophy

Oftentimes on the long and arduous 15-minute journey from the bus stop to my home, I get bored, despite the average of 5 songs I have tiome to listen to on the way. In these intermittent periods of boredom, I do what you might call philosophise. Although, if anyone ever tried to follow my train of thought, it'd probably confuse them quite a bit. In this post, I will simply write down whatever thoughts run through my head. This may let things out that I would otherwise never reveal, so feel priveleged! Feeling priveleged? Good. Then let's begin.

(Leaves bus)
*music*
*music*
Maybe I should write a blog post tonight.
What would I write it on, though?
*Composes literary piece in mind, to be forgotten before anything can be done with it*
That'd be pretty cool to post on my blog.
Nah, people would think I was weird if I wrote that.
Dammit, I need to grow a pair and ask her out.
But she was away today, and that was when I was going to.
Why has Lydia been away so long? I hope nothing's wrong.
*Wonders why I always feel pissed-off when walking home*
*Sees some random walking past, envisages random and I having a fight, me winning*
*Wonders where the sudden srge of aggresiveness came from*
Hmm, it's been ages since I've really talked to anyone in that group. I wonder how they're all going.
I miss sitting with tha tgroup.
Ah well, I'm sure it'd only be awkward if I went back there at this point.
Dammit, I need to grow a pair and ask her out!
DAMMIT!
*Agressiveness passes*
Maybe I should look up some more tabs for my guitar.
Meh, can't be buggred.
What will I do tonight?
Probably sit on the computer unti lway too late, then regret it when I get up feeling dead tomorrow morning.
Meh.
Oh, this is the bit that destroys me in this song.
Yes!
Why do so many people trust me with their secrets, and others, who are pobably smarter, not?
(Arrives home)

And so, on revision, I realised that this is actually pretty followable. Oops, hers another bit of my stream of consciousness, pulled it out for you just now.

Makes me wonder...
Ooooh-ooh, it make me wonder (And she's buying a stairway to heaven)









And she was bu-uy-ing a stai-ir-way...to heaven...

The Sledgehammer that Does NOT Exist was fallen on by the ink that fell also on the Cookies N' Cream

Whew. I couldn't think of a title for this post, so I named it a mash-up of all other blogs. Hopefully that'll remind some people (*cough*vampires*cough*) to post. Speaking of which, we've decided that Lydia is a vampire. Although who we are I'm not entirely sure. Also, if you don't see this at school tomorrow, which you will, unless you're a vampire who doesn't go to school anymore, I am now nearly bald. If you want to see photos of me with hair and a towel around my neck, and without, and apparently without a shirt, go to My Profile Page.
Moving on, thanks to generous donors I am now up to $35, only $40 to go. Of course, I don't know how to make my donations meter go up on that page, so I apparently haven't raised anything. LIES!
Also, I'm mentioning Emily for mentioning me on her blog, which can be found in the handy sidebar (how handy!).
Apart from which I can't--

NO! WAIT! I now play AFL for City. So there.

Now, where was I...

Oh yes, can't think of anything else to say, so I'll leave you with this. I'm contemplating starting up a webcomic here. So keep watching the skis.

Ciao for Niao,

~~Sledgehammer~~

Things that Chris is good at.

Chris is good at, or better than a brick wall at, being a brick wall.
Chris is good at being a triple-choc muffin.
Chris is good at being nothing but happy. Ever.
Chris is good at turning into the Hulk.
Chris is good at not playing Spyro. =(
Chris is good at evading nudges.
Chris is good at pointlessly posting.

Chris is good at saying goodbye now.