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28 novembre

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Things have been chaotic recently.  In a busy way, not as in fire and brimstone or whatever.  Work, social dramas to sort out, that sorta crap.  My sleep patterns are shot, and...I should be in bed!
 
Can't think of anything useful to add.  Stupid keyboard's randomly dropping letters - that is my cue to leave.
5 septembre

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I haven't posted here for some time.

Things in my life have gone from calamity to disaster to Thanatoid, and while I'm taking it very well if you ask me, I'm still in rotten spirits.  I've mostly kept to myself for a while now, and I think I've fooled almost everybody, although one or two do occasionally sense something's up.  Honestly, I've lost my sense of trust in people at the worst possible time in my life, and I don't think I've ever felt more alone, let alone been more afraid of being alone.  I've lost heaps of sleep, I've lost about 5kg (maybe more), and I find it very difficult to concentrate.  I make stupid decision after stupid decision, and it's costing me financially, physically and mentally.  When things went from bad to worse, I was so wrought with despair that I did what I always do to in such crises:  I built.  The games room.  If you saw it, or saw me working on it, if you weren't immediately "wow"ed by it, you'd probably think it was a little OCD.  I could say I have good days and I have bad days, but I'd be lying; I have good moments and I have bad moments.  It's the old quagmire of mental quicksand problem all over again.  Am I depressed?  Don't know, don't care.  I'd rather say I have a problem that I intend to fix.

Seriously.  Look at me on July 15th or before.  Look at me now.  Is any part of me the same?  Have I matured, or just changed?

The reason I'm posting this here is not to ask that I may emotionally dump on you, because I have no intention.  You will notice I've not actually stated the cause of any problem, because I'm not interested in blame.  How can good come out of bad?  It can't.  All I ask is if you are my friend, could you please just keep this all in mind and look out for me?  I'm coping, I suppose, but I do feel like I'm losing grip here, and I don't believe in seeing a psychiatrist or anything like that.  I guess the best way to sum it all up is "fear".  And if nobody reads this and/or nobody does a thing, rest assured I will rise again.  This is about mercy, or saving pain.  My solution is to latch onto something, an idea or project, and milk it dry.  Reading doesn't seem a good idea, I like to read biographies.  I read Stephen Fry's Moab is my Washpot and it was downright depressing, albeit a great and very deep read.

I still believe that my life will never be worse than it is right now, and that that's a good thing as it means I have the whole world to gain.

I'm also sorry that it's come to posting this.  I honestly thought I was stronger.  At least I'm not weaker.
13 août

Console Follies

We have gone onto eBay and spent about $700, maybe less, on gaming.  Which is a tad smaller than the original budget of $1500.

For this, we got:

1x PC Engine Duo
+ Several games, including:
++ Bloody Wolf
++ Bomberman
++ Bomberman '93
++ Bomberman '94
++ Cadash
++ Chase HQ
++ Don Doko Don
++ Fantasy Zone
++ Gekisha Boy/Photograph Boy
++ Gradius
++ Lode Runner
++ Mr. Heli no Daibouken
++ The New Zealand Story
++ Operation Wolf
++ Pac-Land
++ Parasol Stars
++ Parodius da!
++ Pomping World
++ Power Drift
++ Rastan Saga 2
++ R-Type
++ R-Type 2
++ Salamander
++ Space Harrier
++ St Dragon
++ Valkyrie no Densetsu
1x Beatmania 5key controller, Japanese, with 7 beatmania games (beatmania 1-5, Gottchamix 1-2; no 6th MIX)
- Final Fantasy I, II and III for Famicom

Since many of those titles don't give much of a clue as to what kind of game they are, I'll expand a bit where it isn't obvious:

- Bloody Wolf is a funny game which is like Commando.  Dudes with huge muscles and knives/guns, and funny Engrish like when you find "muscle emphasis tablets", which is the best description for steroids ever.
- Bomberman is like Dynablaster; Bomberman '93 is like SNES Bomberman; Bomberman '94 is Super Bomberman 3/Mega Bomberman.
- Cadash is an awesome platform slash-em-up/RPG hybrid.  There's text, which is Japanese, but it's plot only - not really clues to puzzles.
- Chase HQ = "Let's go, Mr Driver!"
- Don Doko Don = Fake Bubble Bobble.  Really.  Except it's by Taito, who made Bubble Bobble.  It's almost as good.
- Fantasy Zone - yes, the SMS game.  Yes, it looks/sounds better.
- Mr Heli = shoot-em-up.  I've never known it by any other name than "Mr Heli".
- New Zealand Story - needs no introduction but I'd like to bitch that this cost too much.  But I wanted it!  So...
- Operation Wolf - this is a surgery game.  Only kidding, you kill terrorists with a machine gun!
- Pac-Land = the platformer.
- Photograph Boy.  This is one of the most original games ever.  You are a photographer for a newspaper, and you have to get the most exciting pictures possible.  You walk along, avoid some minor obstacles, and take photos of things.  Things like people falling over, flashers, DeLoreans...I mean, seriously.  It is a damn AWESOME game, and it's infamously expensive.  (I paid about $40 for it loose, incidentally)
- Parasol Stars = Goodbye, whole day's wages.  Hello, rediculously expensive and rare Bubble Bobble sequel!
- Parodius da! is simply what you would call Parodius.  The original game was on MSX; this is the same one on SNES, NES and arcade.  Arcade-perfect conversion.
- Pomping World = Pang.  What, you don't know what Pang is?  Shoot balloons with a harpoon, they split into two smaller balloons.  Do it again, and again, until they are nothing.  To make the game more fun, there are platforms, power-ups (good and bad) and bad guys who get in the way.  Touching a balloon is fatal.  Y'know what?  When I was a teenager, I spent AGES playing this game on the way to school.
- Power Drift - classic Sega racing game.  It always played second fiddle to Outrun, but essentially it is a circuit racing game with 15 racers, (semi) off-road racing, some elevated tracks and a lot of fun.  Not a serious racing game.
- Rastan Saga 2 - a rather sloppy sequel to the classic original.  But it was cheap.
- R-Type 2 = I'm not really sure.  "R-Type 2" is a vague name and could apply to a true sequel, the second half of the original game, or a fake sequel.  It's been all of those things on various formats.  There is no one "R-Type 2", but it was there, it was $8, and then it wasn't there, it was here.
- St Dragon = I can't even find a ROM of this.  It's a horizontal shoot-em-up, though.  Your ship is like a Chinese dragon of sorts, or like Gradius options if you prefer, and you have this long tail-like body which follows behind you (and from memory, acts like a shield).  How do I know this?  There was a C64 version.
- Valkyrie no Densetsu = like Pocky and Rocky, I guess.  Could have got Kikikaikai, often sold as Pocky and Rocky (P&R is a sequel to Kikikaikai), but it sucks.

The collection here already includes some games.  A partial list:
- Ai Cho Aniki
- Gradius II
- Street Fighter II' Champion Edition

I don't have a multitap...yet.  (auctions pending!)

This is basically, I guess, a complete collection...at least complete in terms of what I want.

Do I regret buying all this?  Not yet...there's some games there I genuinely want to play, the console was way overdue, the beatmania thing was a bargain...I hope buying Photograph Boy and Parasol Stars were worth it! (I doubt Parasol Stars most of all, I've never been able to get into it...but it might be good multiplayer, mmm?)

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In addition to the above, I've mostly cleared out one side of the old room.  I can begin rearranging furniture soon.  I'd like to get that half done before the first shipment arrives early next week.

My GA-KO and mini Megadrive arrive tomorrow.

11 août

A Cleaning We Will Go

So today I've kept myself distracted by cleaning out mum's old room.  It's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it, and I really don't think dad's up to the challenge, mentally.  My problem is more the physical demand of it (and the fact I'm sick and have been for several days, as has virtually everybody who works in the city). And since I inherit the room anyway, not him, it's in my interests to do so more than him.

So basically what I plan to do with it...well, there isn't much of a plan yet.  But I'd like to improve on the floor space by reorganising things.  There's a bedside cabinet I won't need.  I probably don't need the bed either, but I doubt I could put it elsewhere.  Clothes are bagged and ready for the Lifeline bin.  Books are stacked but not quite sorted - I've sorted fiction for the Lifeline bin (I don't read fiction), kept aside some antique and classic books (read: things in Hungarian I can't understand, books on cooking I might *need*, childrens books from when I was a kid I daren't throw out, funny things like a 1977 car show guide, and some priceless-looking booklets of things like songsheets which might even be worth framing!), kept aside some Readers Digest books (they're good timewasters, but I probably won't want them in this room if I cna choose not to), and some other stuff I won't want to throw out - the original four TMNT books, first editions of magazines like Simpsons Illustrated, Commodore 64 manuals.  There's Expo 88 souvenirs by the dozen, and some Hungarian antiques such as a decorated cow horn, some kind of jade-looking ashtray/flask set, traditional wooden and woven curiosities, that sort of thing.

Next, I have to finish clearing out stuff (once I have room again!), clean the walls (they're cigarette-stained and even though the paint is the same as this room, it has a completely different hue!), and pretty much remove everything before putting what needs to go back, back in the room.

Ultimately I don't have a plan for the room, but it's short on power points - I think it has only two.  It also has less room overall.  I'm planning to rotate a shelf currently in the middle of the room (mum put her console/gaming stuff there) around so it's against the wall and beside a similar shelf, put the TV where it was, and whammo - I have a lovely display cabinet for all my retrogaming goodness.  Behind it is an old computer desk with an old computer attached to it.  That can stay, as I NEED a computer with a parallel port.  But I'll remove the printer and a few other things.  There's a sewing machine desk with machine included as well - I'll keep that.  I'd like to use it (albeit seldom).  I plan to remove the couch from the room, put my moon chair in its place (it folds, saves room), and probably sit on the bed anyway.

You see, there's heaps of machines I have that aren't on display.  Nobody's ever seen them.  I should fix that.  Oh, and they will be available for use, of course.  And while I'm at it, I'd like to display some of these heirlooms...and buy a few antiques on eBay, like an antique steno machine.  They're cheap, too.  A cheap conversation piece, such a rarity!  I saw a great one on eBay earlier, the keys were even labelled (despite the fact they never are anymore).  Well, I thought it was cool!

Anyway, I got some stuff coming in from around the world - a Minimig from Germany, two GA-KO Alarm Clocks from HK and Japan, a PowerPak from the US, a miniture Megadrive from HK, a Canon camera bag from somewhere south, and I want to import a 48k and/or 128k ZX Spectrum from the UK.  It all sounds expensive, but only the Minimig and PowerPak were over $100.  The camera bag is in fact free.  And I already have the Speccy games.  And the Minimig seems expensive, until you realise it costs the same as an Amiga on eBay, which could blow up on you anyway.  And is drastically overpriced.  And I already have one, and it's going on the shelf.  When I find it.

I'm going back to cleaning, me!
10 août

Talentland, USA

I made a spaceship out of Powerade caps.

This is proof I am cool.

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(nope, that's it.  This is art.)

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So much for 'do not read in August'.

Oh well.
21 novembre

Boof!

I'm just posting because the post before last was about me going to hospital urgently, and I wanted something more positive.  So here it is.
 
GURT IS GREAT!  In Welsh, too.
22 janvier

Whee!

I'm fine now, so the last post is moot.  Turns out I was right, and it wasn't as serious.  Still, you can't be too careful.  Life is good.  Thanks to everyone who cared, and pardon me for being so brief!
18 janvier

In case I disappear...

Just posting here because this gets cached in Google, so if I disappear, people know why.
 
I appear to have issues with my lung again, this time on the right side.  Since last time I vanished online people panicked, I figured this could happen again.  Some people like Duglis in particular might do this...and that's fine.  I'd be worried if he vanished, too.  Anyway, since this is a life-threatening situation (as much as I hate to admit it), I thought I should at least post this here.  Note the date.  Further information can be found on this livejournal of mine:
 
 
Hope nobody panics or thinks I'm being an emo kid.  I'm not worried at all, and I don't need attention.  I just know if people want me, they'll find this.  I love all my friends.  Do me a favour and be happy, and contact me if you like!  I'm not above anybody!
 
I know there's a few people I've had conflicts with over the years.  Some of them are my fault, some weren't, but none of that really matters.  All I want to say is that if this is my last post, don't worry about it.  Shit happens, y'know?  So we had a bit of a fight, or a big one, or whatnot.  I don't care.  I hope you don't either.  I hope all you feel is happiness and peace, because I wouldn't wish ill of anybody.
 
That's all I have to say on this.
13 mai

Gurt is happier now than he has been in the longest time.
 
So BACK OFF!  No woe!  Or something.  Well, at least no kicking me unto undesirable locations.  Or something.  Man, it's hard to concentrate.  I'll just go back to shooting lasers at plates.  THIS IS NO GAME!
 
I have the option of adding photos so I will.
 
Humilation +1!
22 mars

Nothingness unto Oblivion (or relaxation, whichever is first)

So boring...there is very little to comment on, in reality.  I Hope to put up a new website soon, though.  Health is deteriorating rapidly and right this moment I have sinusitis...again...I think.  I hope that's all it is.  Either way, it's uber-bad this time, so I'm on herculean painkillers.  They seem to have taken effect after only 12 minutes.  I wonder what they'll feel like after the full 18-22 minutes?
 
I'm also sick of social politics.  I've made it very clear, and it continues.  I can't do much to stop it, but I can do much to prevent it and I can do much not to encourage it by setting a strong example.  Hopefully, people look at me with a great enough deal of respect to...well, listen.
 
There's plenty I could say...but I won't!  Haha!  Oh, I suppose I should get to work.
6 janvier

New Years' Resolutions!

New years' resolutions for the new year:
 
1. Fix my teeth in the first half of the year, if it's financially possible.  I need false teeth.  I don't know what they cost; less than bridge work or caps or root canals.  Maybe $3,000.  This is first priority, as it is a matter of life or death.  I can only assume I will last six months, it is of most dire urgency!
2. I have an outstanding problem with someone which is beyond my ability to fix.  It needs to be fixed - if not for feeling of guilt or for other people having to live with the rift it's caused, for my physical health.  This person owes me $700!  That's $700 I need to fix my teeth.  It may be $800 (my memory's so bad), but I'll assume the lower amount.  Even if I cannot get the money for whatever reason, I still should do it because it's the righteous, noble or virtuous thing to do - see below.
3. To have a more positive attitude.  Granted, I am much more positive than this time last year - even six months ago - but rather than being sad/depressed, I seem more angry.  This needs to be quelled.  I can do better and I have.  This will be easy; I can do it instantly.  This ultimately means I must be noble, honourable and morally excellent.  Without false modesty, I already am to a large extent...but I can do better and I would like to reach outstanding levels of these qualities.  Peace, love and understanding should extend to all, and all social groups should be united.
4. To not be single by the end of the year.  The above points all will help this one as they raise self-confidence, remove stress and increase my value to others - in that order.  I will settle for not being single one point during the year.  I think I can do this, despite having absolutely no experience or even so much as something to boost confidence by example.
5. No drinking alcohol if I can.  It isn't serious, but I usually regret it afterwards - like people like me for the wrong reasons.  I can live without it.  I've been drinking too often in the last six months for no real reason (too much time?  Impulse that I didn't have before?), so I have good reason to want to stop it.  Dad's another good reason.
6. Think before I speak more often.  I've been doing this a lot, but I can do it more.
7. I plan to put up a new website, the tenable name of which is either something like 'Gurtopia' or 'Bestest Bulldog'.  Content is non-Bemani, more or less open range.  This is hoped to have the effect of adding a visible depth to my personality.  A less personal daily blog will feature on this site and is already in progress - it is essentially a diary of nonsense.  For Example:  Did you know for the last three days running the Courier-Mail has featured articles named "Dollar closes stronger"?  TRUE STORY!  Captain Originality strikes again!
8. To make 2006 a memorable year for the right reasons.
 
The first point is very important, and to many of you it isn't news but to the rest, I say it in all seriousness.  December 10 is a notoriously unlucky day for me; this year I went to the Qantm open day, which was great, and I fully expected the worst.  Several people offered to "safeguard" me for the day, which was awesome, and I would have beseeched them anyway.
 
Strangely, I made two predictions and the second one was right.  I expected something bad would happen to me physically...I got a tooth infection which damaged my jaw, inflicting severe pain in my face a-la sinusitis, swelling my jaw and thus both causing extreme pain to the affected region and restricting the range I could open my mouth to less than a centimetre!  This meant I could only fit very finely ground foods, liquid foods or thin foods into my mouth, and combined with the swelling causing pain when I swollowed (which was almost nonstop, due to the infection causing me to salivate) I nearly starved.  Sustagen kept my energy up for the five or so days before I could eat anything resembling proper food, and it took about two weeks to heal to an almost normal level.
 
It also turns out I have an allergy to penacillin, and the doctor prescribed me a double script of the highest dosage antibiotic on the market.  I checked, it's the most powerful by far.
 
It bloody scares me because I doubt this can simply be fixed by a dentist.  No, no.  I think I'll have to see an oral surgeon.  That means not just getting forceps and ripping, it means SCALPELS and CUTTING.  That may be all very well on your skin where you can bandage things up, but I understand it's very painful and bleeds a lot in your mouth.  That means multiple visits, because they won't be able to do it in one hit.  Now do you see why I never got around to it?  But if I don't do it, I'll die.  No doubt about it.  And possibly soon.  All that has to happen is the infection gets into my blood, goes to my heart or something and boom...or I could just end up with cerebral palsy, as one friend kindly pointed out happened to a workmate of his in the same circumstance.
 
Money is the obvious issue.  I don't know if it'll cost thousands or tens of thousands; either way, I need to save money.  What did mum always teach me?  Call in debts when you need stuff like this.  I can recover maybe $200 if I'm extremely lucky, but the lion's share of $700 is all but lost.  This is not the time nor place to go into details of why, but it is beyond my power to do something about it.  Even if I could, I would do nothing.  "Excuse me, I need to talk to you.  I need that $700 back or I'll die." - is it me, or is that morally outrageous?  Absolutely out of the question.  Illness and death will never be used in such a way.  Frankly, I only mention it here out of fairness to all my friends.  If I want to retrieve this money, I'll have to find a way to do it while covering up the illness...and if I could do that, I already would have.  But I've got to try again, I simply must!
 
EDIT: After having slept since I wrote this, I now feel guilty about writing the above paragraph, and I had a rather bad dream about it.  This is what I meant by "feeling of guilt" at resolution #2.  I've removed the last sentence as it was superfluous and added a bit in its place.
 
2006 may be my hardest year yet.  I've never been more vulnerable physically, and I have the potential to be emotionally weak too if I let my guard down.  I've known people who have died for less than this.  My emotional state at the start of this year, for my record, is confused, erratic and leaning towards negative, although I will persevere.  Confusion is borne out of not knowing right actions from wrong actions, erratic actions are made by blundering as a result of the confusion, and the negative feeling I have is borne of not knowing if I am good or bad.  Despite my vulnerability, time will not stop and I will not give up.  Carpe diem.  Persevere and progress.
 
Oh yeah - I don't want to be single.  So if you have any ideas, please share them.  Oh, and Sydney photos soon.
 
Peace, love and understanding
Gurt
18 novembre

Prelude to Bemani Weekend '05!

Today was messed up!  This is why:
 
7.00 a.m.: Woke up.  Sinuses still hurt.
8.50 a.m.: Got to work and was immediately expected to deliver an unmarked package to the courthouse.  Yay!  Also, everybody freaked because I had no hair.  Lots of people ignored it because they didn't recognise me!
9.40 a.m.: After consuming some caffeine pills and some pikelets, I had my FIRST SEVERE VIOLENT ALLERGIC REACTION!  My face turned bright red and got really hot, my hands turned red and swollen, my back turned red...but I could breathe fine and there was no pain (and surprisingly, my sinuses were okay).  It freaked out a LOT of people and I didn't go to a doctor because I was "fine".  I checked and while caffeine pills CAN flush your face out, it otherwise decreases blood flow to skin (and increases to muscle).  My hands should have been pale and cold...so what the hell?  Pikelets aren't it...I'm missing something here.
10.30 a.m: Morning tea.  Found a BRUSH TURKEY.  On the roof of the building across the road from us, which was quite high up as it was in the middle of the CBD and it was an office tower!
11.30 a.m.: Apparently someone tried to chase the bird off but it stayed there about this time.  It had a narcissus complex or something; it was fascinated by its own reflection.
2.00 p.m.: The bird was still there.  I called Queensland Parks and Wildlife and the RSPCA for help.  Considering I hate phones, confrontations and so on, this is quite wierd.  After being forwarded to about five different hotlines I got onto some wierd lady who said it'd probably come down by itself in the end.  The RSPCA's reaction was the best, though.  "Hello.  This might sound strange, but I'm in the CBD and there's a Bush Turkey on the rooftop of the building over the road."  "...oh, God.  Hang on." *forwards me to a number I just came from*
4.00 p.m.: Just when I was about to go over the road, find the building supervisor/manager/security/body corporate and advise them of what I affectionately named as Cherub, CHERUB VANISHED.  Thanksgiving must have scared 'em.  Oh well.
5.00 p.m.: Went to Replay and the only people I saw was Tim, Tam and Tamala.  And the latter didn't stick round for long, thus ruining my plan to ditch Sam and Max CDs on people.  In the words of RSPCA woman, "Oh, God."  (Tim and Tam have previously shown zero interest in the prospect of such materials and the advent of one person who did not stay around long enough to proffer said static objects was rather unfortunate!)
8.00 p.m.: Got on the train and a friend called me up as we were leaving Central saying he wanted to meet up with me in the city.  D'goh!  NEXT TIME, GADGET!  NEXT TIME!
 
In conclusion:
  • Wow, I am actually allergic to something and I looked like...some red guy!  Satan, maybe!
  • Bush Turkey on inner city rooftop!
  • "Oh, god.": BEST PHONE RESPONSE ON A HELP LINE EVER.
  • I have no something.

Overall health/etc levels today:

Physical:  Poor.  Severe allergic reaction to God-knows-what and sinusitis, which I took no painkillers for (due to my giving up of them and confectionary).  I'm also REALLY hungry.
Mental:  Average.  Thinking capability slightly hampered, which was compensated by me randomly learning much about the British monarchy.
Emotional:  Mixed - mostly happy, sometimes frustrated or anxious due to outside influences.
Social:  Good, however not enough people to mix with.
Work:  Adequate.

 

Take care, radical dudes and possibly radical dudettes!

23 juin

Wed 22 Jun

Today I got a jacket.

I spent much of today trying to avoid further random acts of aggression aimed towards me, and the remainder was spent thinking hard on how to avoid such encounters or better yet, neutralise them.

Tomorrow I will buy pants.