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Sam Platt
19 January 2011 @ 09:23 pm
Need to lose weight so I look good doing fire-twirling. I've still got the fire-breathing to master, the technique was fine (at least, the first time... maybe it was beginners luck), but showmanship needs to be worked on. Sucks that it's not a good idea to breathe fire when you're drunk, but I can't really showboat without drinking.

But actual firetwirling? Negative. Unless I lose 40kg I'm just going to look like the Star Wars Kid.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBtCEOKjBFg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUaYieAWbHE
 
 
Sam Platt
Take an hour of commute into that, and w00t, bombing energy drinks for the win =P
It's been a while since I've done this.
Today is going to be a long, long day. I don't want to make light of a tragedy, but thank fuck Queensland is flooded, or else we'd have our 4-hour-long Friday meetings, which I barely manage to stay concious in for longer than 20min. I think I'd be comatose by the time we get the video-conference shiteful hardware working.

All I can say is, I'm looking forward to the beach, tonight. A heck of a lot. It will be pretty liberating. I wish I was there now, and it's not even 0730.

I really love the beach. The feeling that the water speaks to you. The breaking of surf, a soft metrenomic flow that feels like breathing. The reflection of light, a glittering field of life.
I just love the feel of it, how it presses against the skin and rushes around you, tiny turbulent eddies coming from the fingertips. The impact of the sand underneath your feet, and how it lifts you off said feet if you let your guard down. The smell of it... even when it stinks. Yeah. Looking forward to that, tonight.
 
 
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Sam Platt
22 November 2010 @ 10:39 am
Normal ticket price: $47.
Cass' ticket: $10 from work.
My ticket: $25 from her work.
Haz's ticket: $10 because a coworker of cass' couldn't come.
Lauren's ticket: $37 with concession.
Miss maudian bonus: Free food, drink (inc alcohol) for most of the day.
Rides? Awesome. Check.
Didn't get ear infection? Check.
Low pee-to-chlorine ratio? Check.
Didn't throw up on the more hardcore rides? Check, but I DID think I was going to die on one of them. Was awesome. Harry and I TOTALLY thought we were gonna get coated in vomit from the little kid opposite us, he was screaming "stop, stop, stooooop, stooooooooop, I REALLY MEAN IT, stop, i wanna get off, stoooop". It was hilarious. His mate next to him had this big toothy grin frozen on his face from the second he left the ground, he laughed at his mate... when we were slowing down at the end Harry says "oh man, that was awesome, I wanna go again, and the little grinning kid looked at us (a mixture of terror and ecstacy and exhiliration still frozen on his face), and said, bright-eyed and grinning "I don't wanna go again...".
Waterslides? Check.
Knackered from climbing to the top multiple times? Check.
Still got m4d sk1lls, able to throw my weight around to go faster and higher than anyone else? Check.
Fairy Floss? Check.

Everyone's tired? Time to go home.
Wine and cheese and beer afternoon? Check.
Better-than average blue cheese? Triple-check, very nice.
Play with gyrocopter for bit? Check.
Lie back on mattresses in the shade and cloud-gaze for an hour while Pink Floyd plays in the background?
Sunset rocks around.
Tacos for dinner? Check.
Lie back down on the mattress and stargaze for a while? Check.
Watch 3 new eps of South Park, in which Cthulhu rises, teams up with Cartman and blows shit up? Check.
Watch 'Hook' for nostalgia factor and also bask in awesomeness of Robin Williams? Check.
Get fuckall sleep even though we're exhausted and sore, because it's hot and humid? Check.
 
 
Sam Platt
10 November 2010 @ 01:30 pm
The MAIN thing that's depressed me, recently, is looking at my MSN/GTalk/Facebook list and seeing such a long, long list of people I used to know and talk to on a regular basis... and they're not even around to talk to, any more.

My LJ-friends list is HUGE and full of awesome people, but the ones who haven't deleted their account haven't posted in years.
 
 
Sam Platt
04 October 2010 @ 07:54 pm
 
 
Sam Platt
09 February 2010 @ 10:19 am
That (utterly solid-gold, strings-attached-directly-to-the-most-vulnerable-points-of-your-soul emotionally moving) 'MORE' claymation film that was posted a while ago by Dwight has music that is suspiciously similar to the opening riff of 'The Day That Never Comes', by Metallica.
It's taken me *this long* to finally place my finger on why the melody was so damn familiar. I finally have closure.
 
 
Sam Platt
03 February 2010 @ 10:53 am
"Gandalf, Gandalf! Take the ring!
I am too small to carry this thing!"

"I can not, will not hold the One.
You have a slim chance, but I have none.
I will not take it on a boat,
I will not take it across a moat.
I cannot take it under Moria,
that's one thing I can't do for ya.
I would not bring it into Mordor,
I would not make it to the border."

Stolen from HERE.
I like the Frank Herbert, Douglas Adams and P. G. Wodehouse ones, as well =)
 
 
Sam Platt
28 January 2010 @ 01:57 pm
THIS feels particularly relevant to me.
I don't create as many situations as I'd like.
Believe me when I say that 80% of the time I'm sitting down at a party and being quiet, I have an idea for the party to make it better, but don't mention it, because only I will think it's better =P
 
 
Sam Platt
11 December 2009 @ 01:28 pm
...I find it interesting that the last few posts have been rather matter-of-fact, deadpan delivery, with a voice that does not sound at all happy with recent events.
Some prefer to wear nice clothes,
Some prefer to paint their toes,
I prefer to dress my words
In perfumed oils & pretty pink bows.

Let's kick this up a notch.

Last weekend, despite mighty efforts to restrain me, including time, money and common sense, I went camping and touring the south. Great trip, great company.
Started off by denying my poor Cass by making her wait up for me, while I made a fishing-rods-holder and affixed it to the front of my awesome new car, a 1998 Pathfinder. 4WD awesomeness.

Fishing rods firmly affixed to the front of the 'Finder, I fearlessly flung myself northwards, to pick up Anton. And also harrass him, since he had had a big night.
Headed south, we eventually found our way to Meelup Beach.
It's been FAR too long since I visited this place - I forgot how jaw-droppingly beautiful the water is. I need to come back far more often. S'a good thing I will be, then, when I go camping for NYE, and afterwards.
Eventually (far too soon) people tired of bobbing in the water (no-one wanted to go out any further than waist-deep =( I wanted to play sandfights out in the deep. It's much more fun when you have to swim deeper, more than your own height, to get a fistful of mud), and we made our way to the campsite.

Drove for a long, long time to get there, though it was definitely worth it, in the end. Alexandra Bridge camp site is a nice spot.
Did my manly job of collecting lots of wood, and getting ridiculously dirty doing it. Managed to get four Karri trees that had been felled and dried by a recent burn-off. Actual trees, about 6m long on average, about 15-20cm diameter at the base. Four of these suckers (though only two of them collected by myself & Sab) feeding into a small, open, concrete fireplace. The hotplate, two square feet of solid rust, was host to some wonderfully burnt sausages.
Oh yeah! A can of spaghetti exploded later on in the night. Everyone crapped themselves, it was hilarious. The sauce burnt everyone's skin, and the next morning the cold, white spaghetti-shrapnel looked like maggots, finding their final resting place everywhere, the sides of tents, people's hair, everywhere.

The rest of the night was filled with little incident. Except for me passing out, and collapsing at the door of the wrong tent, tearing it in the process =(
Woke up at some ungodly AM-hour and rolled into my own tent, which despite the lack of mattress was really, really comfortable. I know it wasn't just the beer and wine telling me it was comfortable, either, because I wasn't stiff or sore the next morning... any more than I expected to be, at any rate, given that I'd got drunk on goon.

Visted a Meadery on the way out, and picked up an utterly fantastic bottle of Boysenberry-port-style mead. This is pretty easily the second-best port I've had. It's very, very nice.
After that I realised the time, and had to head back up to Perth =(

Other than that, life has been... well, a little too interesting.
Currently living in Safety Bay, a most beautiful part of the city. Walking distance from the beach, and all the houses look nice and the rental prices hugely bloated... it's just a pity at the commute to Applecross, which can range anywhere from 45min to 90min, depending on traffic.

My poor darling wife has had to endure a lot, recently, with a scare that her brain-aneurysm troubles had returned. Turns out it's not quite as serious... just something wrong with her heart. =(
She finally caved to my pressure recently, and we have reformatted her laptop in an attempt to get Vista to not run like an amputeed sloth... unfortunately it seems to have done more damage than good.
We both wish every day that there were more hours to spare... but, at least down in Safety Bay we get some pretty glorious sunsets to watch, as we walk along the edge of the gently-breaking waves, hand in hand.
 
 
Sam Platt
26 October 2009 @ 10:30 pm
I've been far too narrow in my scope of skillsets. Sure, it's easy to say that you will be a carpenter and a computerdude and a traveller and an artist and solve all remaining questions of physics and mathematics, but in reality, every day is spent in the trenches, at war with yourself, your mammalian hindself, and your potential self. Not to mention the war on sobriety and pauperism.

Today, I realised that there are career avenues open to me that I had not hitherto considered seriously. A list of job titles so long that you'd think it a curriculum listing. And most of them relatively easy to masquerade my moneyless misanthropic mammalian self into, from where I am at this point in my life.