tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30067022011-04-21T15:25:08.882-07:00The rediscovered blog of Andrew John Moore. Now with less angst!Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15663237279480121312noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006702.post-1160379596184594032006-10-09T00:30:00.000-07:002006-10-09T00:39:56.196-07:00

You've got to love North Korea.Their head of state is dead, and hasn't been replaced in a decade.They're being run by his son, who's insane. Very insane.Half their populace is involve in the armed forces.They're economically fucked.And they successfully test their first nuclear weapon the day South Korea's foreign minister, Something something Moon, is to be instated as UN Secretary General.So to

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Well, I'm 25, which is the new thing - same as the old thing.It was one of my more enjoyable birthdays, actually, as I had taken the entire preceding week off, and had reached a state of full relaxation. Which was nice.It also neatly coincided with the Xbox 360 launch. So, being a current (former) Xbox user, I upgraded. It's shiny and works on the HD LCD tv, which is shiny. Hopefully much fun

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The world cup has stolen my posting...well, the world cup and my mac's "back" macro. It's is evilly similar to my "change tab" macro.So, in lieu of the impressive, insight and life changing post that was almost finished before being snatched by the ether, here are some links:Yes, it's happing: Cthulu, the movie. It's in post-production, but the sanity sapping thing about the movie is that Tori

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Here is a super depressing article about 2004 US election fraud from the Rolling Stone magazine. There's not much else to say about it, except to lament the continuing presence of Dubya as "King of the World".In other news: 7 days to the world cup.

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Nothing of significant interest has occured that would have driven me to post, so this has been a sad, lonely blog for a while. But do not despair, for through sheer force of inertia I have returned to dazzle you, the devoted readers, with my nonsense.First though, by way of an excuse, I've been pulling my hair out (in a metaphorical way) due to the total crap internet I've been dealing with of

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I'll admit I've never been particularly "hip" to these young whippersnapper's fashions, but this latest thing (and by a latest, I mean at least two years old) really throws me.Flesh tunnels.For those that don't know, this involves piercing your earlobes, and putting increasingly large nuts into the hole, stretching it. Very African, though I'm fairly certain that's not the point.My problem, is I

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I hate*.I recently revealed that I hate stupid people, which is not the entire truth. The truth is that I hate everyone and everything. It is not always a righteous hate, nor only a jealous hate, nor merely vindictive – no, there is hate for every occasion. And in every occasion, hate is there.I hate people. I hate stupid, violent people. I hate quiet, passive people. I hate people who are happy.

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What can I say? Apart from the joys of waking up at 4am on consecutive mornings to get to the airport on/well before time, and the wonder that is wearing a black suit in the boiling hot western cape, the funeral was relatively simple.The plethora of bishops* were remarkably self-involved. But, then again, I’ve found that is a common trait of anyone “important” who feel the need to speak at a

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My grandfather died at around 4am this morning. I was told at 6am.Now, 9 o’clock and at work, it’s hitting me for the first time.The Bishop has been captured - is dead.A more reasoned post may or may not follow.

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Returning to normal service.An old article about introverts, written for extroverts. And then a companion interview with the writer three years later.They made me think about this whole "being an introvert" lark, and how it affects me. The answer was obvious: It makes me hate everybody.I already only play along with the bare minimum of small talk I can get away with - I try and avoid getting into

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So there I was, Valentine's Day, and single. Again.Though I suppose you could call it a return to tradition, as, excluding last year, I had managed (in many different ways) to be single every year. Like any good traditions, this one has bizarrely rituals associated with it. In my case, it involves picking whatever the most "romantic" movie of the day is, and buying a seat on removed from other

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Or something.In two hours I will be running around in the noon-day sun.One a rugby field.In a bunny suit.For over an hour....This had better win an award.

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Life goes on. And on.And on.In fact life has settled itself into a mostly good rut. I’m progressing beyond junior schlub at work, mostly – I’m still Junior, I still do schlub work, but I’m not treated like one. In fact, my art director and I have finally been shooting some nice (if usually cruel) adverts, and entering them in awards shows.Now they just need to win something and I might get a

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Turns out Serenity has been officially pulled. While this may be old news for some, it does make me grumpy.

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Christmas was christmas.I acquired loot (Collector's complete Buffy = many lost hours), ate lots of cold meat for days afterwards, and had to talk to people who I only speak to at christmas. Yippee.New Year's itself was a wash. I had a hole in my foot and was under doctors orders not to move, which was convenient, as my friends were almost all out of town.Otherwise: Kong was cool (but long),

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I'm finally finished this last week of not-work. It's surprisingly frustrating coming in to work and doing nothing except trying to work out when the most politick time would be to go home.It's a time that lends itself to introspection - and DVDs. I'll leave the DVD bit out. They were movies. I watched them. I was paid to watch them. What more do you need to know? But the introspection lead to me

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Dear Devoted Readers,So much has happened here since I last wrote, I just don’t know where to begin. Well, let’s do what is best in these situations, and start from the beginning. No that’s wrong – I’ll start from where I stopped, or rather, just before that.My advertising agency held a Christmas party, and it was such a darling night. Everyone had their own cute little baby bottle filled with

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It's a secret shame of mine. But I really liked The Day After Tomorrow. I don't know, I just liked how they treated the whole "the (first) world is ending". Fun. Even if the science is non-existent.Or at least, mostly non-existent. The catalyst that sets us on our CGI packed trip to a couple of days from now is the north atlantic gulf stream stopping. Temperatures in the northern hemisphere drop

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In the grand tradition of linking to other stories because my own life isn't nearly interesting enough: here is an esquire article (nicked and put on the internet) about how the current American "problem" is down to the glorification of ignorance.I quite like it, just because it enunciates my particular dislike for the Great Satan better than I've been able to (hello fbi).Meanwhile...At work

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I'm at work and totally stuck.The same, annoying problem has been the subject of my work for a week now. And to make things worse, it's the last tiny detail. Everything else is great (for a given value of great), but it needs just one element before the client will buy it...and I can't get it.Just. So. Stuck.Meh. I've already given up on the "write a novel in a month" thing. When you miss a

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I know the originator of this was back in the distant past, but I'm blaming moonflake for tagging me. Unfortunately I was feeling a little morbid while writing this. So it's not filled with very many bundles of joy. Also, each point starts with "I". This was not deliberate.1. I hate working in all it forms. Homework, actual work, house work etc. I just can’t connect effort with reward, there’s a

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Two points today:First, a retroactive commentary on the Government's ludicrous "No car day". Don't get me wrong, it's a good idea - or rather, it's good to see they are responding to the problem, but the response wasn't great.You see, it's the simplist response to the massive overcrowding of our roads: too many cars on the roads - why don't they use public transport instead. And that's where the

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Hey, who would of thought it: After a weekend, and I actually have something to comment about. In a non-specific order, here they are.First, National Novel Writing Month. Of course, when they say "National" they mean America, but through the wonder* of the internet, anyone can take part. Basically you need to write a 50000 word novel (~175 pages) between November 1 and midnight November 30. That

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Last weekend the advertising industry (including me) flocked, gathered and joined together in Margate for the annual Loerie awards. It was the first time in Margate, as the previous venue, the Sun City, had grown tired and boring. Why Margate? No-one else would take us.The reason is that while, officially, the Loeries is all about awarding the best adverts and that sort of thing, mostly it's

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Welcome to my new/old blog.It was created back in 2001(ish) and saw a grand total of no postings. All it consisted of was a title, which I've kept, and a description that read:Thoughts from me...about my ''wonderful'' life. Don't read it if you find angst boringFun hey?(Un)fortunately, I don't find writing about that stuff nearly as much fun as I used to - and therefore you won't be exposed to as

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