Easton (The Quince Man Quincy) Royce

After my recent discovery of Face Book (no I don’t have an account, that’s why I have a blog!, and yes I know it’s been around for ages), I decided to search the internet for other “books”. The first of two books I came across was Hatebook. Quoted from the Hatebook about page:

The Hate Book is a website where people can read and write about things they hate. You may find you use Hatebook to vent, to associate with others, take things in perspective, or even to find some humor in life

I’ll admit, I have used Hatebook a few times already. It really is a great place vent about anything! Your narky sister, your stupid friend, how much you detest Microsoft, absolutely ANYTHING! It’s awesome! It’s also completely anonymous.

The second of the two books I came across was Sorry Book (aka I’m Sorry Book, and Apology Book). Sorry book is almost the complete opposite of Hate Book. Instead of venting your hate, you can anonymously pour your heart out for forgiveness. Quoted from the Sorry Book about page:

Sorry Book (Also known as I’m Sorry Book and Apology Book) is a website where people can read and write about things they are sorry for. You may use Sorry Book to be rid of some guilt, to associate with others, to take things into perspective, or even to find some humor in life.

Sorry Book seems to be particularly new, and at the time of writing, only had a few posts, however I expect that this will pick up in the near future as more and more people discover they now have a place to repent after venting their anger. The two about descriptions make the websites look related. After contacting the Site Master of Sorry Book, I was assured that Sorry Book is an independent project, but was inspired by the existence of Hate Book.

Looking for a place to let all your anger out, or perhaps you need a place to tell the world about everything you are sorry for? Either way, I am sure many of you will find a use and possibly some fun in both websites.

Chrnocat and I traveled to Sydney on the 28th of September for the annual Animania Festival! Needless to say we had quite the adventure. Throughout the entire visit, I was convinced The Chaser would be out somewhere causing trouble. Unfortunately for me, they were causing troubles in places that I wasn’t in.

Since I am tired and just about ready for bed, I am going to type this as fast as possible and hopefully avoid making any mistakes. I have been meaning to cover this topic and take care of this post for some time, and at this point in time, as depressed and irritated as I feel, I believe now is a good time to write.

Day One 28th of September

I had never been on a plane before, and on an air plan was our designated travel style for this trip. We boarded a “Dash 8” at the Narrabri Air Port for out what seemed to be a short 2.5 hour flight. We first had a stop over at Moree, before finally making the leg to Sydney. The flight to Moree takes roughly 30 minutes. The plane simply flies up, and then down again, without leveling off or reaching normal flight altitude. Needless to say, I was very excited about being on the plane, and when we landed in Moree for a refueling before continuing on, all I wanted was for the plane to be back in the air again. It was a very surreal experience, and reminded of all the hours I used to spend playing Sim City.

Upon arrival, we collected our luggage, and left the Sydney Airport terminal by train. After finally arriving in the city, we set out to find the hotel we had booked our accommodation at. A week before our trip, the hotel manager had contacted us and informed as that they were undergoing maintenance and were moving us to a different hotel. Not only was the different hotel completely tacky (and the coffee was nasty as), it was even further away then our original location, which was still too far away from the location the Festival was being held (Town Hall). I don’t know what Chrnocats mother was thinking when she said “Oh the hotel is in Kirribilly, it’s near everything”. Fark that! It was near nothing, and we needed to travel by ferry to get there and back again. After canceling our accommodation at both hotels and getting a refund, we ferried back to the city, found an internet cafe and book some real accommodation at they Sydney Central Travel Lodge.

Finally after checking in at the hotel, we headed to Town Hall for the evening opening ceremony and other random events that began the Animania Festival. We were hoping to get some shopping in today, but unfortunately we were unable to.

Finally late in the night, we made it back to our hotel for showers, costume preparations for the big day on Saturday, and sleep. Chrnocat realised she had lost one of her hair clips. I reassured her she would find it at the air port when we got back. I hadn’t seen it fall off, but I had a good feeling I was right.

Summary of Firsts:

• First time on a plane
• First time taking the air port train to the city
• First time on a Ferry

I tried out the Apple Safari browser for Windows today. Yep. Even downloaded the Windows Vista version. It sucked. I was going to write this post in Safari, and include a nice happy speech about the supposed speed improvements, stability and reliability, but it crashed before I was even able to get to a website. Apparently there is too much code to execute on my default internet explorer home page (http://www.ninemsn.com.au). So what more can I say?

I downloaded Safari. I installed Safari. I opened Safari. I went to a website. Safari crashed. I went back to Firefox. The end.

So long Safari.

I was listening to the radio this morning, while shaving my face of unsightly hair. The radio program was “Hendo In The Morning” (the announcers last name is Henderson “Hendo”). As he does, Hendo was kicking off a competition. Basically, you had to listen to the first second or half second of a song, call in, and tell him the name of the artist and the name of the song. I often cringe at such competitions, because I am almost 100% certain, that they pick the callers to go on air, so that they sound like idiots. After a song, a competition intro and the playing of the song tidbit (which is actually Break Away by Kelly Clarkson) it went pretty much like this:

Hendo: “Caller One, What’s Your Name?”
Caller One: (might as well have been douche bag, he sounded like one) Mitchell!
Hendo: “What’s the Answer Mitchell?”
Mitchell: “Umm, err, I dunno, is it Kelly Clarkson?
Hendo: “And what is the name of the song?”
Mitchell: “Umm, err, I dunno, is it Baby One More Time?”
Me: YOU FARKING IDOT!!!!
Hendo: “Nope! Better Luck Next Time!”
Hendo: “Ok, Caller Two, What’s Your Name?”
Caller Two: (might as well have been dumb blonde, she sounded like one) Jessica!
Hendo: “What’s the Answer Jessica?”
Jessica: Umm, err, Is it Daddy Cool with Eagle Rock?!!!
Me: FOR CRYING OUT LOUD YOU IDIOT! FARKING DADDY COOL! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME, ARE YOU AN IDIOT?!!
Hendo: “Nope! Not Even Close! Better Luck Next Time!”
Hendo: “Call Three, Our Last Caller, What’s Your Name?”
Caller Three: (Might as well have been dumb ass, he sounded like one and obviously wasn’t listening to the previous callers) John!
Hendo: “What the Answer John?”
John: Umm, err, is it called Walk Away?
Me: FOR FARK SAKE!
Hendo: Awww, Your Close! and What is the artists name!
Me: WTF! Your Accepting that Answer!
John: Umm, err, is it Kate Winslet, or Kate Cebrano?
Me: YOU IDIOT! YOU FARKING TOOL! DO YOU KNOW HOW DUMB YOU SOUND!
Hendo: “Nope! Close, But Not Close Enough! Better Luck Next Time”
Me: For Crying Out Loud!

As you can see, I was very disgusted with the three callers, from my own town, who obviously don’t know anything about music! This is why I believe the callers are hand picked before they go on air. I mean, they don’t want the competition to be over as it starts now do they? They want the bonus prize money to be huge first, while the rest of us music fans sit and cringe at the voices of the idiots that call up, thinking they got it down!