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by Maarten Goldstein, Aug 13, 2002 7:06am PDT

It's continued nice weather around these parts, a very nice change from the usual Dutch summer of a few days of sun. In fact the warmest August ever or something like that. No floods here either, unlike some other parts in Europe where it's pretty bad. We received an email about Sonic Mayhem's newest work being released. Don't really have a section for that so I figured I would mention it here. Music for Visual Media it is called, and tracks are available on the Sonic Mayhem website. Sonic Mayhem for those not in the know did music for games like Quake 2, 3 and James Bond: Tomorrow Never Dies. Movie: This valley is just one long smorgasbord.


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    Okay, I've got a pretty funny story to tell - my day so far :

    Monster post I guess, but fuck it.

    I start work at 7 am, I arrive at work and have a manager ask me to burn some CDs ( 11 ) for him. Shit - my CD writer on my workstation is external, and I've left it at home. Not a problem, I go to the IT guy's desk and use his CD writer. Half way through the second CD, the drive just dies.

    Shit. No power, it won't eject, nothing.

    Obviously I'm gonna need to crack this workstation open to check it out ( the writer is internal ) so I think to myself I'm gonna have to save the open documents on my workmate's PC, and reboot. I open a particulary large Excel sheet he's working on to save the progress, and the fucking thing BSOD's. Yikes. I reboot, the thing won't post. Fuck.

    This is when things take a turn for the fucking hilairious. My cell phone rings, I answer, thinking it's probably this manager ( he's really impatient ) who's enquiring on the progress of his CD's. It turns out it's some woman called 'Kaye', who wants me to do a favour. 'Well, sure Kaye - provided you tell exactly who the hell you are', to which she reponds with 'Your house mate's mum'. Haha - cool. Anyways - she unloads this gem :

    My flat mate ( who usually sleeps in until mid afternoon ) decides to get his ass out of bed at around 7.30 am to put out the rubbish bins for collection this morning. He climbs out of bed naked, and throws his crusty bath robe on, and starts lugging the trash bags outside. He notices the cat ( which we recently got, which the landlord doesn't know about - relevant fact later . . . ) making his way for the door, so he kicks it shut behind him. Ooops. The thing locks automaticly. It's freezing cold outside, he's essentially naked with the exception of his said crusty bath robe and the house is locked up tighter than fort knox.

    He's fucked.

    Both me and my girlfriend have already left for work.

    So, he chucks the trash bags out the front ( thanks man ! ) and makes his way around to the nearby shopping centre in his bath robe. Half of Sydney is on their way to work ( the daily commute ) but he has no choice, nodding to fellow passer-bys on the sidewalk, he makes his way to a public telephone.

    Hello. He's got no change to make a call.

    He begs for change, unclean, unshaved, half naked, donning a crusty bath robe in the middle of a busy street, outside a shopping centre - and he actually manages to pull this off, without people labelling him crazy, and calling the cops to pick his ass up off the street. He doesn't know my work number and has forgotten my cell phone number, so he calls his dear old mum. His mum actually has my number ( Shack suggestions as to why I await ) and she gives me a call at work to relay the situation to me - to see if, in a nutshell, I can get my ass home to let the poor bastard in.

    He can't call the landlord to let him in, as a.) he forgets the number and b.) if the landlord sees the cat, we're fucked. Plus I'd imagine the landlord would be at work anyways - heh.

    My house mate starts to make his way back home, where he is passed in the street by a homeless guy, carrying shitloads of bags and stuff. The homeless guy looks my housemate up and down, realises how rediculous he looks and says 'Well, thats the most sensible thing I've seen all day' - and keeps plodding along. Haha - fuck me thats golden.

    Nick of time. Impatient boss who wants his CD calls my office, I hang up from my mate's mum, answer his call and inform him the CD writer actually just died, but I can shoot home and pick up another writer. He expresses how greatfull he would be if I could do this for him. I tell him 'not a problem' and make my way home, trying my best to suppress my laughter.

    So I drive home ( 30 mins away ) and find my house mate freezing his nuts off, sitting out the front of our house, in his crusty bath robe. He's managed to borrow a ciggarette off someone, so it's not all bad. I open the door, and let him in - we are both greeted by the cat - the cause of the whole dilemma, playing with one of it's toys in the hallway near the front door.

    Cats rule.

    Again, sorry about the monster post. Pics / DIVX tomorrow.
    Aug 13, 2002 5:09pm PDT

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