The Artical in Question: ShelleyTheRepublican.com: Linux: A European threat to our computers (by Tristan)

A friend messaged me this link last night, and after wasting almost 2 hours laughing, I came to the conclusion that Shelley, and Tristan must be having us all on… Surely they can’t be serious? It has to be a joke doesn’t it?

Others I have talked to seem to think they believe this stuff, that they are deadly serious and this nonsense that are releasing onto the unsuspecting world they believe with undieing devotion.

Personally, I think they MUST be having us all on… And that they are sitting there behind their computers laughing at the internet community as a whole as they debate the validity of comic genius, or total bleeping moronic stupidity.

Either way, I’m guessing Shelley’s making a fortune from the advertising on her site, and if she isn’t, then I guess that ends the argument, and validates the stupidity of some people.

I’m hoping for your opinions in comments on this one… Are they having us all on? Is it a joke of monumentus preportions? Or do you think they are serious.

This commentary is by no means new, but just serves to remind us all of the good things in life while the media still finds depressing news to fill us all with worry.

I’m a huge believer in always trying to see the good in the world, bad things will always happen but there is usually something good that only happens because of it. A bushfire always renews the bush, it bounces back, better and more beautiful than before. Just like every great event or triumph has some sort of bad consequence, every disaster has a good one.

Life is all about balance and to truly experience life, always look for the balance in every aspect of your life. When things go bad, look for the good.

Smart readers will notice the irony of me writing this nonsense, pointing out the negativity, and spouting verbal dribble about how we should all look for the positive. They would be right to notice, but then maybe that just goes to prove my observation that life is about balance.

Oh Dog! I can be so bleeping annoyingly happy at times. ;)

Always look on the bright side of life…
di dum… di dum… di dum, di dum, di dum…

Bleep yeah!!!

Oh isn’t life wonderful when technology makes blogging so easy… Now all of you can get up to the minute nonsense directly from my PDA. Looking forward to utilising this feature on the train into work on Monday morning. ;) You guys wont know what hit you… You could even find yourself reading text that was written during the quiter one of the three morning “S”es… Told you I could be so wrong. ;)

Note to the wary: The previous posts provided a publicly practical practice playground, privately producing particularly prominent procedures prompting partial premature posting.

OK, So I’m new at this Blogging thing, and part of me thinks it’s a real wank… Yet another part of me thinks well, why not share my nonsensical slightly insane muttering with the rest of the world. As least one of you out there might at least find it partially amusing, or if not that, then at least take the time to read it.

So this is the official Welcome post to the “Bleep, Dots and Nonsense” Blog, where you get to read the nutty ramblings of a bleeping thirty something geek, as he whinges and whines his way through the working week.

OR! I could surprise you all with witty and amusing stories from the wacky world of well…. me.

And if that doesn’t amuse you, I feel that I would indeed have to resort to strapping you to a large immovable object and read to you from the Intergalactic Encyclopaedia of Vogon poetry. You don’t want that trust me… Even without the translatory properties of the common Bable fish ( which as we all now know does NOT translate with 100% accuracy, in fact it’s pushing the bounds to say it’s 60% accurate. ), Vogon poetry still has the potential to cause brain damage, as the brain tries to detach itself from the ear drum and recede high into the cranium, crushing all other brain matter in an attempt to isolate itself from any attempt of the poetry actually being heard. This phenomenon is much like the crush at a Marilyn Manson concert, when John Farnham steps onto the stage to sing “Sady, the cleaning lady” and 100 thousand screaming concert goers run screaming from the arena crushing and trampling any in there way in an attempt to escape the onslaught. So, you have been warned…

Now, where was I? Ahh yes, and the weather day was…

Is it just me? Or do other people notice that the good old Aussie “She’ll be right Mate” attitude is dwindling. The Cronulla riots seem direct evidence of that fact, but if you look around, you can see it more and more. People seems to be more vocal about what THEY want, and how THEY think things should be done. Is it no longer just accepted that people are differant? Others seem to want to do something about making people more like themselves.

Maybe I’m the one that longing wants others to accept tolerance, maybe my desire for tolerance is manifesting itself in an intolerance for intolerance, but hold on… don’t two negatives make a positive? Is not an Intolerance of intolerance equal to tolerance? Alas, I think not. Therefor, I am just as confused as I usually am, and I’m just spouting nonsense again.

But… back to the topic, are the days of just accepting that other are differant and leaving them to their lives fading? Is Australia becoming an intolerant society? Are we segregating ourselves into small minority groups, each fighting vocally for a say at how our lives are governed? Is it possible for individual groups as these to sustain friendly and tolerant relations, when laws, rules and cultural differances each conflict? So, what the bleep can we do about it then?

Maybe this post is just here for you to ponder… connect the dots… add two and two and come up with nine.

For sentimental reasons, I find myself writing this tribute to someone I loved dearly, who has passed through this world of the living, and left a great impression in my life.

Oscar, while blood ties we did not share, you were the closest person I had to a grandfather, and even though I never told you that, I did love you as such. You were loving, supporting and always interested in my life. You came into my life over 20 years ago, and while I may have been a little Bleep back then, you didn’t put up with any of my nonsense. You taught me alot about family, and surprizingly about tolerance, and about being who I am, no matter what others think.

You are dearly missed,
you will be fondly remembered,
you will always be loved.

Having been a ShityRail traveller for the last two years, I just thought I would share with you all some of the frustrations of train travel. While overall, train travel is an easier way for me to get to work, it constantly surprizes me to find out how Bleep the ShityRail staff can be at times.

As a frequent traveller I have to catch one train from home in the mornings, to Hornsby Station, change there to catch a train down the Northern Line to work, a total of fourteen stations. Which now, under the new time table means catching three trains to get to work. Reverse that… thats a total of six trains per day, an hour and forty minutes of travel time each day, just to travel what out of peek hour takes me twenty minutes to drive. Not really much when I’m sure there are thousands more people who’s ShityRail experience each day is at least twice that. I take my hat off to those people who put up with more.

My biggest bugbear, which thankfully hasn’t happened since the new timetable, but happened at least six times prior to the new timetable, was particularly frustrating. The scene is set… After work on a standard work day, at the station, waiting for the train, which seems a little late, but then, thats normal. The Newcastle train arrives, luckily no more than ten minutes late, so I should be able to make my connecting train. Off we go, it’s a normal train trip, music, dancing games (Oh, on my PDA of course. Standard straight faced boring train travellers in the carriage)… Pulling into Hornsby Station, I can see that my connecting train is waiting with doors open on the other platform. My train stops, doors open, it’s a rush for the stairs as everyone who needs that train tries to get there, the same time, those that arrived on that train are streaming over the connecting bridge to hop onto the train we just got off. I’m the first to the bottom of the stairs just in time to see the doors close, the train pulls off, and the guard just shrugs and taps his watch as he see’s the steam slowly emminating from my ear’s. Why am I so annoyed? Surely it’s understandable that the train must leave on time? Sure, but here’s the thing… Not only is there a thirty minute wait for the next one, but the one I just missed… the one that HAD to leave on time, head about one hundred and fifty metres up the track, to be stopped by a signal, and there it waits for five whole minutes, as the Newcastle train I have just gotten off hasn’t left the other platform yet. So, there I stand with about twenty other disgruntled train travellers, annoyed, and thinking “Well, they must be smart, and need to clear the platform for a terminating train or somthing.” Seems like a logical thing doesn’t it? Checking the schedule reveals that the next train isn’t for fifteen full minutes. What utter Nonsense.