Uni, a boy & other stuff.

And so ends another week.

One thing I neglected to mention last week was the return of Manning Bar Theatresports^TM. By the grace of some apparent omnipotent being, my timetable has a blank in the 1-2pm block on Thursdays. Huzzah! The weekly ritual continues - cram into Manning Bar, buy a drink and sit down, usually on the floor and hope that the spunky compere Ed doesn't pick on you. The secret to maintaining one's dignity in the Theatresports^TM audience: don't stand out from the crowd, or you'll be the butt of most if not all of Ed's jokes for the next hour. That said, Ed's a pretty adorable bloke.


Yesterday after uni, I met up with a fellow USyd blogger. I won't/can't link him unfortunately - he wants to remain incognito. For blogging purposes I'll have to refer to him as N!xau (pronounce like 'Now', but a tongue click after the 'n'), after the late actor/Kalahari Bushman who played Xixo in the 1980 film, The Gods Must Be Crazy - a movie we both have an unhealthy obsession with.

He's second-year queer student too, but he's not quite out. He's heavily involved with the community, politics and stuff and he's an all-round nice guy. We caught a movie at the George Street Cinemas before going up to one of the headlands on the northern shore of the Harbour. That's where N!xau regularly goes to chill out, he told me. But I'll tell you what, I had distant memories of the place. See, I used to live nearby in Wollstonecraft about fourteen years ago and my parents would take me down on the weekends for picnics and such. Never at night though.

N!xau and I sat on a little rock platform with a view across the harbour and the city lights and had a bit of a chat. It was pretty sweet. And so was he, to tell you the truth.


I stacked it royally this morning. I was rushing to my class in the Education Mac Labs through the Grafitti Tunnel at uni, and down the wet stairs between the Griffith Taylor and Chris Brennan Buildings. I slipped and my arse landed in a puddle. I wasn't happy. Obviously.

On a very tenuously related matter, Macs are starting growing on me. iMacs. eMacs. AppleMacintosh computers in general, really. It's could be a sign that iProduct snobbery is starting to creep its way into my world in that I'm seriously considering Apple for the next computer acquisition in the distant future.


Listening to:
Title: Close To Me
Artist: The Cure
Album/station: Greatest Hits (2003)
Length: 3.41