Well, what can I say? It's a miserable day outside. In fact, it's been a miserable week. I've hardly left the house over the last three days. The rain started coming down Monday night, continued on and off yesterday and whilst I can currently see a patch of blue sky outside, it's been mostly grey, with a few damp spells. Hardly enticing me to do anything except park my backside on the comfy chair, put on some music (Jethro Tull seems to be good for a day like today) and rattle off another blog entry in an effort to at least do something constructive today.
Tomorrow, well, different story. I have a ticket to see Bill Bailey at the Opera House, as part of the Just for Laughs festival. I bought it way back in July and have been looking forward to it for a couple of reasons – a) Because it's Bill Bailey, and b) I haven't ever been to a show at the Opera House. I have been to the Opera House before, but that was possibly thirty years ago. I don't recall much of the visit – a vague recollection of a display in the foyer, but that's about it.
I might also have a date as well, but that's a different story altogether. I don't think I'll go on too much about that until (if) it actually happens.
No plans for Friday, which may mean a trip up the road to the comic book shop, and take the laptop with me in an effort to do something else constructive. I dawdled on Monday and Tuesday to type up my Blood Bowl blog, interrupting the process with meal breaks, X-Files, and X-Com: Enemy Within, a game which has easily hooked me. (Big fan of the earlier games, and eventually got around to downloading Enemy Unknown and Enemy Within earlier this year. Have already completed it, and the X-Files just inspired me to up the difficulty level and play again.)
Saturday, well, Mariners are playing Wellington at home, so no guesses where I'll be. I caught their first match of the season last week, a tough encounter with Newcastle, which resulted in a 1-0 victory, with the winning goal scored in injury time by Mitchell Duke. The more impressive win came last night, when they thrashed their FFA Cup opponents the Palm Beach Sharks 5-0, four of those goals coming in the last twenty minutes of the game, and all four of them being scored by substitute Matt Sim, who come off the bench after 71 minutes, and scored with his first touch of the ball. Of the goals, the last of them was probably the best, where he had to get past two defenders, then put it past the goalkeeper to finish off the game. Not having Pay TV, I was able to listen to the match on radio, thanks to the local community radio station.
And I upgraded my membership from Blue to Gold, and now have a seat about three metres away from the player's entrance, just to the left of halfway. A great spot to view the match. The only problems being the a) lateness of getting my membership, and b) not getting all of the contents of my membership pack. I was annoyed (and by overhearing people in the queues and in the stands, I wasn't the only one), by the fact that the membership only turned up on the Friday before the first match last Saturday. (The envelope the ticket arrived in, along with the two free passes, was also ripped, and it's a wonder I got my membership at all.) However, hundreds of people didn't get their passes at all, and had to queue at two locations to have tickets issued to them, and get their seat allocations.
My new vantage point at Central Coast Stadium.
Worst still was trying to get the rest of the membership pack. I walked in when gates opened at 4pm to find the queue for the missing parts (and the extras people ordered) almost snaking back to the front gate. So I decided to go to my seat instead, and grab a cider along the way. I went back at half-time, but again the queue was lengthy, and gave up, hoping that I can pick it up next match.
The criticism I overheard in the stands was agreeable to me. I think I ordered my membership way back in June, three, possibly four months before the season kicks off. They've had all this time to fix up the memberships and get them out, yet left them right up until the week of the first match, and sent them out with parts missing (namely the season fixture card). Not very professional, is it?
Continuing with soccer, my team had a bowls day on the same day as the Mariners' opening match. I decided to do both, getting up around 7am, getting on the 8.11am train to Sydney, then changing at Strathfield like I have done so many times before to get picked up at Westmead. It was a warm day, and the cider went down nicely with the BBQ lunch at Rosehill Bowls Club. The bowls, well, my efforts were erratic, but it was good fun, and a nice way to end the season. At 2pm, I got a lift back to Westmead, got back to Strathfield just in time to grab the next train back to the coast, and walked to Central Coast Stadium with fifteen minutes to spare.
We discovered on the day that bowls was harder than it looks.
That, and there was a lot of drinking involved.
Sunday I went for a stroll down to the art gallery to a) see my entry and b) watch a couple of documentaries which were being shown as part of the Art Works! Exhibition. The first of the pair was The Anonymous People, which was about the 23.5 million Americans in long-term recovery from alcohol, drugs and other addictions. The second was Beyond the Medical Model, which highlighted how much the medical model had been written into law, exploring it through a number of individual's personal recovery stories. The mini film festival, I should add, also raised funds for my local MH support group, through a gold coin collection at the door.
As for my entry, last time I checked it was hanging proudly on the wall, entry number 112 out of 140. I went and viewed it on the opening day of the exhibition (along with all the other entries), and checked out the entrants in the Gosford Art Prize as well. Needless to say, I didn't win a prize, but fingers crossed that my entry sells before the exhibition ends this Sunday (Oct 19).
There's my entry! Doesn't it look nice! :)
Then there was the Blood Bowl tournament I went to over the long weekend. But I don't need to go about that, seeing there are two detailed blog entries about it on my RPG and BB blog. In short, I finished fourth, and could've won the event in the last round, but was beaten by the winner.
Finally, I have a new neighbour. He moved in a couple of weeks ago, and, well, it didn't take long to find out that he has a mental disability (five minutes I think). My only problem with him, which I think is the same problem the gent in number four has with him, is that he seems to spend a hell of a lot of time on the phone. You may think that's nobody else's business but his, but when he's standing out the front of his unit, talking for hours at a time, and non-stop, for everybody else in the block (and anybody who just happened to be walking by) to hear, well, then it does become our business, especially when on Sunday morning it became bloody obvious that he was calling up an adult chat line. (I heard the recorded menu message.) We don't need to hear the sordid details, and what he says to try and impress the ladies, telling one of them that he owned a nightclub in Gosford and has millions in the bank. (Not bad for a gent who has the mental capacity of a someone half his age, whose parents moved him in, and who still gets visits from whom I assume are his case managers.) It was funny to listen to, but rather pathetic at the same time. He was standing so close to my open front door I not only heard him, but the lass at the other end replying as well. He was prepared to buy her an air ticket, pick her up at the airport, and take her out for dinner, etc. I'm thinking if the girl on the other end could just see what he looks like and where he lives... He even gave out his mobile number, and the exact length of his appendage! At that point, I think I had heard enough, and slammed the door, hoping that he would take the hint and take his phone somewhere else, preferably to the rear of his unit so I couldn't hear him. He didn't. (My American Skype buddy later joked that he needs to get a computer so that he could do it all online.) To drown him out, I turned on the radio and had lunch, before wandering down to the mini film festival.
Oh, and the units haven't sold. The deal fell through, and the owners have been rather unimpressed with the gent that was tasked to sell the property, so they sacked him. Turns out the owners had found a buyer, but the agent harassed him just a bit too much, which resulted in the dismissal.
Which makes me wonder if they're ever going to sell these units. Whatever the case, I'll be here for a while longer it seems. Ciao!