OK so prehaps I haven't really turned into a God Botherer. Not that I suspect too many people really believed me, but if you did, well, Suckers!!
I couldn't believe I found the Bible Search program for my website! That fitted in perfectly.

If I wasn't going to burn in hell before, I certainly am now!

The best joke I know of yesterday was when a dummy fault ticked was logged into the system and put in the intended victims fault queue. English is his second language, so he ended up ringing the Zoo asking for "Elle Fant" who had a broken data circuit. Poor guy.

Anyway I have to go to work, I'll do a proper update later on. Amen!!

--TiM

Ladies and Gentlemen,



I realise this is going to come as a huge shock to many of you, and for that I am truely sorry.

Some of the things that have happened to me in the last 12 months have made me look long and hard at my life and where I am going with it, both personally, and spirtitually.



A little while ago, I joined a Sunday afternoon study group. At first I thought it was nothing more than amusing, but after much in depth discussion and debate with the Sunday afternoon coffee group, i've decided my future lies within the bosom of the seventh day adventurist community...



As result i have turned my life around, now, with my new friends at my side, i can say no to the sins of the world, no more alcohol, no more women, no more gambling....no more SIN!



I've changed my website...

Hello crazies, how are you all today. I'm sorry I haven't updated in the last few days. Yes, I'm a bad bad man. It won't happen again ever. I really promise a lot. And stuff.

I'd update more often if I had stuff to write about, but I don't. There was ment to be a terrorist attack yesterday in Auckland, but it never happened. The terrorists have been sending letters to the NZ Herald saying there was going to be a display of capabilities on Friday at lunchtime. Prehaps they forgot? I can see how being a terrorist it would be quite easy to overlook "Display capabilites" in your diary, seeing as it's probably full of "be spineless wanker, have no life, write gay letter to media, attempt to grow a braincell" etc. I'd overlook it.



Speaking of attempting to grown a braincell, I attempted to do so this morning...

I sent out an email today about a small fault we were having, and at the end I included this line:
"Don't worry, I'll manage the problem on a going forward basis to optimize the solutions delivery to the customer endpoint."

The responses I got back where:
"Somebody help this man before it's too late!"
"You need beer."
"Jesus Tim, did they put something in the coffee up there today?"

I have to at least get some practise in for the next meeting. I mean, game of wank bingo.

I have to get up at 5 in the morning, so I'm going to bed now. Happy Birthday to Hera for tomorrow!! Hope it's a good one.

-- TiM

Made it back. The plane didn't crash. You can read an entry I wrote while on the plane if you want, but it's quite crazy and written as I thought it. I haven't spell checked it or anything either. It's in the Journal section if you care.

So I'm back in Auckland. Weird thing? The boss is coming up for a meeting tomorrow. So I said "seeya" today, and tomorrow he's gonna be in Auckland. We have to go see a customer and get yelled at.

That's all. Apart from the fact I forgot to take out the garbage before I left and now my flat smells "funny" and I have the fan going fullbore to remove the smell.

--TiM

PS: Go and read Denny's journal. Then donate. Or you'll die. God told me.

The first day of our big meeting went really well yesterday. A fair bit of yelling and heated discusssion but nothing that I didn't expect anyway. We got a lot of good stuff discussed and sorted out and we finally have a bit of a plan for the future. Which is something we lacked before. Today will just be a bit more of the same.



I'm at Peter's house at the moment, just typing quick while I have my morning wakeup cup of tea. Have to pack my bags this morning as I'm flying out of Wellington tonight.



Last night we went out for meal with everyone, in the end after we'd invited a few more people we had about 15 there! We chose another place that does good steak, and I had the 700g whopper thingy. A bit excessive, but I managed to poke the whole thing down, and...

Golf is one crazy arse sport I tell you. It makes no sense.

Today I spent 4 hours tagging after Peter, Helgi and a guy called Tony (not the old Tony I used to work with) as they went around 18 holes of golf. 4 hours. Mostly all I did during that time was go ball hunting. I didn't do bad either, I found 9 balls. Not that I want them or anything, because I don't play/like golf.

At least it was a day out in the sunshine, and lots of good exercise. I'm pretty buggered now after all that walking.

I've also just got off the phone to Rob and Denny! Great to talk to guys again, we have to do it more often. There's just too much gossip to catchup on otherwise!!

Everyone's gone mental back in Hobart it seems. Everyone's shagging everyone else. It's a game of...

Here I am in Wellington, sitting in Peter's lounge room. This is a fantastic house. It's a guys house. It's got an insane sound system, a beer fridge. Really nice deck out the back with amazing views and bushes all around. It's got plenty of space, Internet access in each room. It's got a spa. Overall, this place is a thousand times better than any stupid hotel would have been.

It's been a good few days!! My flight down Friday night went without a hitch. It's one of those things that'll never happen again.

I got to the airport late (thanks traffic). But there were no queues to see a checkin chick. I just walked straight up and they checked my bags in. I had barely sat down when the boarding call went out for the flight. So I got on the plane and it took off, right on time...

Stink. War has started. We're listening to it live on BBC streaming media.

Here's one point of view. I tend to agree with it, though Moore is a little bit too nutso for my liking.



A Letter from Michael Moore to George W. Bush on the Eve of War

by Michael Moore



George W. Bush

1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

Washington, DC



Dear Governor Bush:



So today is what you call "the moment of truth," the day that "France and the rest of world have to show their cards on the table." I'm glad to hear that this day has finally arrived. Because, I gotta tell ya, having survived 440 days of your lying and conniving, I wasn't sure if I could take much more. So I'm glad to hear that today is Truth Day, 'cause I got a few truths I would like to share with you:



1. There is virtually...

Maybe it's garlic that causes nightmares. I hope not. But I had wildly scary dreams again last night. This time, it was only that Auckland was getting bombed by warplanes. Lots of fun that dream. Plus various other crazy dreams.



I cooked myself the most fantastic tea last night. Mince, grated carrot, onions, tomatos and peppercorns. All thrown into a big pot and let to simmer away for 30 minutes. Then lots of worchester sauce as well. I am the chef from hell, I tell you. I brought the leftovers to work today.

So maybe it's the insane garlic content of said super-tasty meal that's causing funky dreams. I don't know. Doesn't matter though, I guess it at least making my dreams interesting enough to remember.



Then again, maybe there's no point cooking for myself.



Off to Wellington tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to going down there to catch up...