Men will die for points
How come I never have adventures like this?
"Rational romantic mystic cynical idealist"
Cancon 2012 factoids:
I'll be in Canberra from Thursday to Sunday, along with TC, LPO, LM and LJ, wandering the halls/stalls of Cancon, gaming overtime back at our motor hotel, and appreciating the Renaissance art exhibition currently on at the National Gallery. I may or may not file a report afterwards.
Saw a d00d with a T-shirt that said "I void warranties". Underlining the slogan were pics of various screwdriver heads.
"Beautiful Burnout" (Sydney Festival) @ Seymour Centre with PB
Went to a UFC dinner at Rockpool Bar & Grill as part of the promotions for the 03/03 event. Past magnificent Art Deco architecture, in a private room, there were three tables of journos and fighters from the card (Benavidez, Johnson, Noke, Perosh and Te Huna), flitted between by attentive staff. RB&G is one of celebrity chef Neil Perry's establishments and known for its superior beef and wine, so the majority chose those for their main and beverage. All of the fare was exquisite, with the (multi-cheese?) potato bake an unlikely steak-beater. And all hail the 2006 pinot noir! In the future, as the MMA media here grows, such an intimate gathering will not be possible. We made the most of it :-)
Hung out with Ziggy Stardust, Judaschrist and Flashheart. Drank Caipirinhas, Cherry Cola For Lolas and Pepperjacks served by an Eva Mendes look-alike. Did other stuff.
For the first working week of 2012, I've spent my lunches visiting the eateries I missed most over the break. On Monday, I lined up for Salad Works (large Bombay chicken salad). Tuesday saw me dine in at Sakae (jumbo ebi katsu don). Yes, a lot of dishes I order contain the words "large" or "jumbo". Wednesday was Mad Mex to go (chook burrito with hot sauce). And on Thursday I reacquainted myself with Mother Chu's (tempeh/broccoli/snow pea/walnut/cashew stir fry + curry rice). You'll note hot sauces and curries are also prevalent in my diet. Those four were no-brainers, but the fifth destination is yet to be decided. Do I go for the authentic Italian pasta of Cafe 255? The mouth-watering, messy-as-hell hamburgers of Grill'd? Or do I fight the Friday crowd for the right to Encasa tapas? Spoilt for choice? Nah, I’m just plain spoilt.
"DW: The Companion Chronicles - The Beautiful People" (2007) is a treat. Witty script by Jonathan Morris, wonderful narration from Lalla Ward. While sassing the Fourth Doc in Romana II mode, it almost sounds like she's admonishing her ex-hubby for his failings. Hehe. If I had my druthers, LW would voice every "Who" audio.
The advantage of being an armchair gridiron spectator in Australia is that you can record something like the BCS National Championship without fear of overhearing any spoilers before ya get home 5-6 hours later. Which was fortunate in this instance,'cos taking into account that the #1-rated LSU had beaten #2 Alabama in their previous encounter and were favoured to repeat the feat, I never imagined the Tide would completely shut out the Tigers, 21-0. And while I don't support any particular college football team, I've felt a tenous connection to 'Bama ever since reading - and thoroughly enjoying - Warren St John's 2005 fan odyssey, "Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer". Ergo: a result that was mildly pleasing as well as shocking in its comprehensiveness.
Sometimes all the heart wants is dark bread, strong cheese, cured meat and rustic lager. Oh, and maybe a packet of crisps.
"The Striking Truth" (2010): Padded MMA doco nevertheless offers GSP insights.
LEGO exhibition "The Art Of The Brick" - located in the lower part of the Town Hall, opposite the QVB - will only take you 20-30 minutes to view, but it will wow you. Runaway lawyer Nathan Sawaya's sculptures range from little red apples to a lifesize T. rex skeleton (albeit an adolescent one), though his most common subjects are human figures. The New Yorker tends to use very limited palettes for his works, which besides helping hide the joins gives them a purity of form reminiscent of 8-bit sprites. There are exceptions. The portraits comprised of LEGO "pixels" had me flashing back to the ASCII renderings - painstakingly printed and assembled by BS - that adorned our early '90s sharehouse.
"I got eight babies, by eight different women. You wanna have my ninth?"
"Habit forming. Mind controlling. Life absorbing." No, not the evil yoghurt The Stuff in the 1985 horror-comedy of that title. I'm talking about the RPG "Skyrim". Broke the seal on an Xbox 360 copy yesterday and spent 12 subsequent hours with no care for stomach, bladder or eyeballs. Went cold turkey today, tying up loose ends instead, but every atom in my mongrel body was willing me to carry on shaping the destiny of the Wood Elf warrior Leif. The game is super immersive and the temptation to trailblaze another section of the world map or delve into the latest forbidding underground complex or hone your skills/improve your gear/seek new missions from the colourful supporting cast is tough to resist. And the atmosphere... When it's the wee hours virtually AND in RL, and you sneak into a sleeping camp of strange, headdress-wearing natives, there's a genuine creepiness and sense of peril. Don't even get me started on what it's like to share the countryside with giants, one of whom belted me half a league with his club when I wandered too close. Alas, being as wide and deep as it is addictive, it's glaringly bloody obvious "Skyrim" will rule my existence unless I reserve it for times when all pressing tasks are sorted. Like now :-)
Boardgaming with SC and two of his other friends, D. and R., was followed by a spicy, boozy dinner at the Amazon Steakhouse and the late session of "The Iron Lady" at the Dendy Newtown, both with S. and LC.
Youse can read about my recent goings-on with RS, BS, PB and MB at Robot Claw.