tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30851273330998103062011-11-28T11:54:53.702+11:00Collected thoughts by a father of three... COME ON, you know the deal already. This is a blog, I write my own brand of crap on it, and you may comment on it if you wish.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12718555556052440837noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085127333099810306.post-69373360503009286802009-01-22T11:34:00.003+11:002009-01-22T16:21:13.110+11:00

IN SOMETHING OF A STINKI'll be the first to admit that I am a creature of habit, and when I find something that I like or something that simply works, I'll stick with it. As an example let's take antiperspirants - More specifically let's take my trip out on Tuesday night to the local supermarket to look for a refill. How hard is it supposed to be to find stick antiperspirant? Apparently it's

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*WHACK* *WHACK* *CLOBBER* *WHACK*It's something of a miracle that I haven't been laid low with some sort of acquired brain injury, given the number of times that I've been beaten across the back of the head after having The Lemming run away with my mouth. It's not like I actually set out to offend people or to upset them in any way, I just have this problem with poor impulse control. You would

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RISING FROM MY GRAVE2 months of silence. 2 months buried in an unhealthy dose of "Blah". That's the main reason for this hiatus, honest. "Procratination", "absent-mindedness" and "sheer, bone-idle LAZINESS" have absolutely nothing to do with the sheer level of non-productivity that has been evidenced on this blog recently. Anything that you may have heard to the contrary are LIES (dammit!)

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NO REST FOR THE WICKEDI'm sure that one day, while I'm enjoying the convenience of modern al-fresco dining, that I'll be able to look at this time and laugh. I won't be able to do that today though, I hurt too much for that. In fact I hurt too much for much of anything at all - I assume that those bits of me that don't ache were surgically removed from my body sometime on Friday night and were

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"ECONOMY" IS THE WATCHWORDThere's a part of me that has begun to really admire the sheer, bloody-minded level of consistency that the U.S Republican Party has shown in its choice of Vice President since 1988. Back in the dying days of The Cold War they gave us Dan Quayle - A man of extraordinary qualities I'm sure, provided that you were able to stop laughing at him long enough to actually find

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A PICTURE OF HEALTHAhh, spring! How I love this time of year. The football season is a memory, finishing with my football team crashing out of the finals, the Grand Final's been and gone (and gone to bloody Hawthorn) and that brief 2 month period in the year when I don't have some form of lung infection is just around the corner. Love it! I am so looking forward to going through a day where I'm

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THE VERY DEFINITION OF "INSANITY"Jennie says that I don't spend enough time on this blog talking about my children, so here's a little something to help rectify that oversight, and to help me talk my way out of the trauma of moving our youngest from his cot to a fully fledged bed.My favourite definition of insanity is "Repetition of the same action despite assured failure." Last night that

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NEW HORIZONS IN CUSTOMER SERVICEWhy it seems that I update my blog only in times of personal injury is probably a coincidence, but here we go again with another episode of the slap-stick comedy that is my life at the moment.Thanks to the kind people who work at Asus (and their rather nifty looking Eee PC 1000H) I am able to type this entry from the confines of my pain-filled bed, rather than the

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Damn, getting slack again. Oh well, here goes ... One big post to catch up.(MORE) CLUMSINESSThose of you who know me best know that sooner or later I'm going to injure myself in some acutely embarrassing way. Last week was no exception, and was probably overdue anyway. It all starts with a cat. Which one? It doesn't matter. For one night last week I hated them all...It all started with the

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SUCKED INIt seems that even the most steadfast and stubborn of people will succumb to the all-devouring social-networking hydra that is Facebook, (except my friend Derek who is still hideously addicted to Everquest after all these years). From the depths of (very) short-lived enthusiasm when I created a profile back in March (afterwhich I did exactly nothing for months) to the sudden burst of

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"INCOMING"It seems that our household dose of feline idiocy (Burmese variety) has decided to add another tally mark to his list of victims. That wouldn't be so bad I suppose if that additional victim were anyone else but me. Koda had other ideas in his woefully under-developed mind however, and this morning I was the lucky recipient of a gravity assisted cat-attack...I suppose that I was

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I SMELL ANOTHER LAWSUITIt seems that you can lead a dick-head to knowledge but you cannot make him think, and this story of the triumph of human stupidity over common sense merely goes to reinforce that rather jaundiced opinion of mine. It seems that two fences and lots of warning signs aren't enough to prevent one hothead from doing what comes naturally, and fatal results are inevitable

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STUCK IN THE OFFICE & BLEEDING FROM THE EARSAfter much reflection and pondering I have come to the conclusion that commercial radio was sent to bedevil and torment me. I can think of no other reason why I'd have to listen to Malign Virus' "musical" offering more than once per decade. Listening to this moppet in search of a swift kick is to be reminded of a lesser version of Landfill Ravine -

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AT A CHILDREN'S BIRTHDAY PARTY? - DIAL 1800-KILL-MESend help. Am stuck in a house with half a million sugar crazed 8 and 9 year olds. No-one is willing to help. Even the pizza delivery guy laughed at me when I asked him how much it would cost if he were to load up the boot of his car and disappear. He thought I was joking. I wasn't...EDIT: It's 9:30 at night and ... and ... they're STILL

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I WAS PWNED!*Sigh* You would think that after 14 years or more of being on the internet and wading through the lies, bullshit and hype that I would have learned by now, but noo... Provide the right link with just the right amount of believability to it, especially if it involves an activist group with a certain reputation for zealotry to the cause, and have that link delivered by someone who I

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HAVE PLACARD, WILL PROTESTOf course having a placard is a long, long way away from actually having a clue and this week those crazy kids from PETA have decided to put their hand up for the "I'm with Stupid" award for 2008. Even though they're almost certainly up against all manner of stiff competition this year, their most recent protest event is noteworthy for all the right reasons, not least

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JOYOUS NEWSThe neck tie is dead, and not a minute too soon (unless you're a lawyer or an accountant, in which case I wish you well in your career induced daily dose of "Choke" - And you're more than welcome to it). Thanks to reading this article over at The Age I can rest peacefully in my bed (except for the twice nightly ritual of blanket reclamation - see below) knowing that I'll most likely

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LURGY STRIKES DOUGIt's rolled into winter as I type this up and some unfeeling bastard has decided to stuff a housebrick into my trachea (perhaps even two of them). Breathing is ... problematic and when I wear my motorcycle helmet the struggle to resist the urge to sneeze is frequently a matter of life and death. It'd be funny if I weren't so terrified of sneezing at an inopportune time, like

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LAST NIGHT'S CATASTROPHEIt happened last night, and I'm still giggling over it this afternoon. It was painful for Jennie, but it was also self-inflicted so I believe my mirth is warranted. We'd finished putting the kids to bed and Jennie was quite the centre of telephonic attention as friends engaged in protracted discussions about whatever it is that gets discussed when I'm not in the room.

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WHUUURRRRR.... WHA?I spent most the the weekend feeling below average, sub-par and aspiring to the status of sub-human. There's no real reason for it that I can see, other than a mild sniffle that keeps threatening to escalate to a miracle mix of pneumonic plague and the Ebola virus at the drop of a hat, and yet I still feel dreadful.MY WEEKEND FUNNYNathan, when he's not being loud, obtuse and

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MY GOOGLE ADS HAVE LOST THE PLOTI just looked at my blog with a browser with no ad suppression facility built in, and noticed that there were a few ads attached to my blog that were, in my opinion, works of the most outlandish fantasy possible. Let's look at one (the most delusional) shall we?Cat BehaviourEasy Solve Any Cat Behavior Problem RevealThe Cat Training Secrcts !SecretsOfCats.comFirst

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MEMORIAL DAY (US)Sometimes I'm fortunate to run into something on the internet that makes me sit back and take a moment to think just how lucky a bastard I am. Today I bumped into a blog entry on one of my favourite online comics that provided such a moment.This blog entry is one of those gems that arrive out of nowhere and hit you with a massive dose of reality.

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SOME PEOPLE JUST DON'T GET ITFor some people religion and computing are naturally bound together like Laurel and Hardy, Love and Marriage or (for the truly poetic of spirit) Ham and Eggs. Most of these sorts of followers can be found kneeling at the Altar of Mac/Linux/BeOS/TRS80/Whatever, depending on the particular flavour of their digital religious persuasion. At any rate, some of these

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SLACKERI'm getting really slack at this. I swear I procrastinate so much that even the most indolent of moss-covered tree sloths would look at me with disdain. I have no excuse, other than to say I'm not that lazy I'm just easily distracted by ... Ohhh look! Shiny!A QUICK CATCH-UPSince my last posting here the cats have entered into an uneasy truce ... One that often flares up into "border

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A SUDDEN GROWTH SPURTOur household grew by 8 feet over the weekend. The avowed and card-carrying member of the "I Really, REALLY Hate Cats Society" is responsible for the sudden addition of two more cats into our household. Obviously when she said "After Pixel dies there will not be any more cats", Jennie failed to take into account the provision for what might happen before Pixel died, which

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A SAGA OF GREEN WASTE IN THE MAKINGMy wife and I are having something of a disagreement at the moment with respect to the ultimate appearance of our front garden once the landscapers have finished planting it. I think that maybe I get to have a say in it, Jennie chooses to disagree with my input...My initial thought was that the Australian Native Garden was a nice, attractive choice of

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ADIOS COMMON FUND A1Last Friday was my last day working for National Australia Trustees Ltd's Common Fund A1 (Hey! I'm no longer an employee so I get to give it this one plug, okay?), and I must admit that the change over to a new career path and job was more than a little intimidating - Even more so given the qualities of some of the people I was privileged to work with. They know who they are

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"HOLD MY BREATH AS I WISH FOR DEATH..."Jennifer and Krushna, those fun-loving Maidens of Pain, have managed to wring every last speck of pain-free existence from me. I'm really trying to think of any part of my much abused body that isn't screaming in pain at the moment and, other than my thinning head of hair, nothing is coming to me. It scares me to think that little more than 18 hours ago I

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BRRRR.....I've discovered the secret to making my exercise sessions at Victoria University even more miserable than before. I thought that, perhaps, I'd managed to plumb the depths of human misery over the last couple of weeks, and boy was I wrong.Take one serving of excruciating pain as long absent exercise makes its return and takes its toll on someone who, at best, can only be described as "

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DREAMING OF "CAPTAIN FREEDOM'S WORKOUT"At what point does the line between idiocy and masochism blur? I ask because, thanks to my loving (and sadistic?) wife, I find that I have been volunteered for that special kind of pain that can only be experienced by someone, who's done next to no exercise since sometime around September 1987, who suddenly gets dropped into a metric ass-tonne of physical

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WOOT! BACK ON THE AIR!It seems that my lunchtime dose of abject pessimism might have been a tad ... misplaced. I feel normal again, my domestic net connection is back in action and the withdrawal pangs are abating. I'll be in a more normal frame of mind just as soon as the voices tell me exactly what "normal" is...Back soon, downloads are calling.Oh, and in case you're wondering, the first

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FINAL SCORE: DOUG 0 -- FAECAL FINGER OF FATE 1If a person who hates modern technology is called a "Luddite", what do you call a person who is hated by modern technology? I ask because it seems that modern technology has it in for me. Big time. Either that or Telstra has decided that, for whatever reason, I must know pain, I must know fear and then I must know death. I can therefore only

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PATIENCE HAS ITS REWARDSSurprise surprise! Seems that the reason why we're not having our mail delivered to our house is because, according to the vast intellects that dwell within the vast and mouldy vaults within Australia Post, our address is located in a rural area. How silly of me, thinking that the noise and hyperactivity in the morning was my overgrown children! Obviously, given

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AUSTRALIA POST - "WE DELIVER"?Not. Bloody. Likely. I can usually find something to say about anyone given half a chance; be it good (rarely), bad (sometimes) or downright sarcastic (frequently). Today words fail me, they truly do fail me. I'd call the genetic defectives at Australia Post "incompetent", but that doesn't even begin to notch the tip of the iceberg, and merely gives them a

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I was fortunate enough to be able to watch history unfold this morning, and for once it was positive, it was joyous, it was memorable for all of the right reasons. It's amazing what power five little letters ("s", "o", "r", "r", and "y") can have. Watching Kevin Rudd in his first order of business before the Parliament on TV this morning moved me in a way I had never suspected possible. Even

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Assuming that I've completed my biographical notes for this blog, and also assuming that you have read them, you'll know that I am in my late 30's, married with 3 (boisterous but lovely) children and that I work in the banking and finance industry. If I didn't update my biographical details (the most likely scenario), or you didn't (or couldn't) read them (possible, but my money is on my own

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THE END OF THE TRENCHWell, one step closer to having a domestic internet service now that the phone cable is laid in place. Now all I have to do is wait until someone at Telstra can muster up the heroic level of energy required to flick a bloody switch and ACTIVATE OUR PHONE SERVICE! I'm interested to know why it takes 3 weeks for the phone to be connected (we ordered it be connected on Jan 22,

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SURVIVING SUBURBIAI've come to the conclusion that I am not going to grow old, and so this blog must therefore change in name from "Grow Old, Not Up" to something more suitable - or at least something less unsuitable. It's a pity that "Surviving Suburbia" is the best that I can come up with because, sooner rather than later, one of the many forces ranged against me is going to be successful in

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The votes are in, and after an intensive round of voting it can be declared that I am the "Household Wuss of the Year" for 2008. I'll have to get a bigger trophy cabinet to hold these things in before too long I think.INJURY ADDED TO INJURYIf it were anyone else it would be noteworthy, tragic even - for me it's just another day in the life. Maybe it's karma, maybe it's fate, or maybe it's the

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Back in the dim past of ancient myth and legend (I may be exaggerating slightly), I wrote an email to my friends and family describing the embarrassing (and entertaining to those who saw it live) breakage of my toe. Thanks to the wonders of modern technology (and a forum posting here) I am able to bring this email back to life for those few of my friends who had wished that they didn't hit the

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I write this feeling ... poorly. No, it's not the hangover from December 31 (that, such as it was, was yesterday's burden) - It's this virus that I've managed to pick up. Lethargy and the loss of most of my voice has followed. I would have stayed home in bed but it's time to pay out the quarterly commissions at work, and no I'm not getting anything even vaguely commission shaped. More's the

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WHERE DID MY TOES GO?Christmas each years marks the annual disappearance of my toes due to excessive intake of solid Christmas Cheer. The only disappointment with our new oven (from Jennie's point of view) is that it's not quite able to handle two turkeys at once, and after observing the way my Dad hosed the bird of the day back on Tuesday I can now see the need. Have made a note to tie him to

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LIVING LIFE WITHOUT A SAFETY NETI write this on my newly reassembled computer with a distinct lack of net presence - A presence that will remain somewhat lacking for at least the next 3 weeks. If you want to send me an e-mail, print it off and mail it to me - Believe me it'll be much faster that way... As it stands I'm saving this to a portable disc drive for cutting and pasting at work.It

Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12718555556052440837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085127333099810306.post-59705778785143528962007-12-19T18:27:00.000+11:002007-12-19T18:56:50.031+11:00

Hooray! My wife and I are now the proud owners of a brand new $300 thousand dollar mortgage. Oh, there's also a new house to go with it too. I find I am now in that state that is a precursor to complete physical and mental collapse. Today was busy as all get out and now I have the dubious pleasure of being trapped home alone with a surly 8 year old and a grumpy 19 month old who's teething (

Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12718555556052440837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085127333099810306.post-48480485429239334432007-12-16T21:46:00.000+11:002007-12-16T21:57:25.143+11:00

Just a quick note at the end of a rather frantic day. We move house on Thursday and, thanks to a combination of procrastination and children so hopped up on whatever the hell it is that children younger than teenagers snack on when their (long-suffering, believe me) parents aren't looking, we're pretty much leaving everything to the last minute. Lots of boxes were packed today and many more

Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12718555556052440837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085127333099810306.post-40753106263793165632007-12-15T23:14:00.000+11:002007-12-16T00:51:39.487+11:00

Time for a confession: I'm something of a hold-out against the march of progress, at least when it comes to social networking and "web 2.0" (whatever the blinding hell that means). What was wrong with learning to slap a few web-pages up (using raw HTML if you please) and then unleashing that on an unsuspecting (global) public? As far as I could see, nothing. Back in the day if you were really

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