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Kick Me Out

Last Sunday, very early in the morning, about eleven hours in to my little sister’s birthday party, two of my friends, Josh and Huw, decided they wanted a web log hosted on my domain. The reasons why are hazy now. For some reason I agreed. Then for some reason I agreed with their requests that I advertise for them.

Now I’m sitting here filling requests for them like, “change ‘blogroll’ to something less homosexual”…

These two are really quite amusing people. However by their own admittance their in-jokes, made up words, and references to events only they know about are pretty much bound to fail in effectiveness over the Internets. Still, they’re going to be much funnier then me, so check it out.

Edit: Case in point: Their second post, which I cried after reading, I found it so funny, but which you will probably stop reading halfway through due to boredom.

Passwords Policy

The password policy at my university used to be okay. I was required to change my password every sixty days. I have a self-imposed password policy - I change my passwords about once a year. I have two levels of passwords, one ‘non-secure’ level, which I save in my web browser, etc, and one ’secure’ level, which I never save and keep in my head - uni falls in the secure category as I don’t want my degree cancelled any time soon. So I used to change my uni password, and then change it back straight away. But now it remembers my previous six passwords, and won’t let me use any of them.

More secure? Well, now I have to change my password seven times every time it expires. That means anyone who cares to look over my shoulder has twenty one chances to try and catch my password (with the digits 1 through 7 tacked on the end), plus a bonus chance when I have to log in to my uni email account and delete the seven password change notification emails.

All in all it’s pretty silly. Users are either like me, in which case changing passwords is a three hour task because they have so many accounts on this and that, or they are like my brother, who only has one password to remember, but he forgets it anyway because he uses it so infrequently, or they have super memories and can remember fifty unique passwords, in which case they sit around making unpleasant password policies to torment the rest of us.

Miss Macro

I went and saw Macromantics last night. I am not a massive fan of her music, but I quite enjoy her Moments In Movement album. Live, she was rubbish. I enjoyed about four songs, the rest dragged on, and she did added nothing in her live show to keep it interesting. Wasn’t really worth the eight dollars.

Macromantics’ DJ, ‘DJ Amy’ was good though. She didn’t do much, but when she did, it was all speed.

She was supported by a local band, RHF. I don’t want to knock them, because they got up and had a crack, but they have a long way to go.

Also, it’s my recommendation to all up and coming hip-hop bands, to refrain from writing lyrics along the lines “everyone put your hands up / jump up and down” until you’re well known. Because when you yell “everyone make some noise” and no one does, it’s embarrassing for both of us.

Be That Cat / 1800-Y’ALL-GET-DOWN

There’s only two types of hip-hop in this world. Skip-hop, and sh…

Pretty sure if I was witty I’d be able to turn that into a joke.

I picked up True Live’s debut album, The Shape Of It. True live is made up of members Tamil Rogoen (Violin), Thai Matus (Keyboards), Tim Blake (Cello), Ivan “Choi” Khatchoyan (Drums), Tom “Tom-tom” Butt (Double Bass), and Ryan “RHyNO” Ritchie (Vocals & Production). Despite it looking a lot like an orchestral hexad, these guys are a mash of skip-hop, cuban, jazz, and blues (if you took away the vocals, you’d be forgiven for thinking you were listening to a contemporary jazz band). I love people who push boundaries, and do it so well.

NOw I want to talk about something rolling stone said, called us the savior of aussie hip hop. I want to make it clear that I am not the savior of aussie hip hop because Aussie hip hop doesn’t need saving and if it did then Muph and Plutonic and Aussie Battla already saved it. Our music may be considered aussie hip hop because we are australain and I am rapping but we are not part of the lineage of this culture, Joel from TZU is on our record … and Elf Tranzporter is my mentor as a rapper, but I ain’t tryna make aussie hip hop, I’m tryna make music that eats at your soul while pushing your ass around, if what comes out is something similar thats cool, but I’m not part of the brotherhood and never was.

RHyNO (Links mine, bad English his).

I think these people prefer dinner jackets over hoodies, and concert halls over ghettos, but these weird contradictions make it pretty unique stuff.

The delivery has an aggressive edge, due to the passion not being channelled quite so well as some other skip-hop groups, and is a bit American, but the lyrics themselves are very Australian.

(Also, Joelistics from TZU is featured, so even if all else failed, it’d be worth it all just for that).

Please forgive me for saying this, but you really should visit their MyWaste site and check out the tunes. (If you strugle with hip-hop, start with ‘TV’).

There’s no gangsta chicks that don’t really exist
No 20 inch rims we rented just for this
It’s real. Reality man, this is it…

Fatband

I have broadband.

First computer in 1999, first net connection in 2002, and now broadband in 2007. I am so cutting edge. Like, what a geek.

(What do I do with it now? Because I watched that Family Guy clip on YouTube, and now I don’t know what else to do).

Dance, Dance Christa

While I was in Vanuatu, the only access to music I had (aside from that one song that gets played anywhere and everywhere in Vanuatu) was Laura’s iPod. Laura loves emo. But I found some cool stuff in there.

I have known one of AFI’s tracks, The Leaving Song Part II for ages, but Laura had the whole album, which seemed okay, so I got it.

For some reason Laura was very adamant that I listened to Anberlin. I didn’t really get it at the time, but since I got home I checked them out, and their album Never Take Friendship Personal is awesome, I’ve been playing it almost non-stop the last few weeks.

Eskimo Joe’s New York single - nothing to do with Laura’s emo, I just got it ’cause it has an otherwise unreleased track on it. Which I have not listened to yet, but you know, it’s probably good too.

Conclusion: Listen to Anberlin.

Six-Nil

Well, the Australian summer of cricket has come to an end. It’s a shame, but let’s look on the bright side - only nine months until next November!

The Ashes were just great. Many say that a good tight battle is great for any sport, but not me, I love to see Australia hammer the opposition, so the test matches were just to my liking.

As with most summers, the online commentary was amusing-

11.00am The covers started being peeled off … and almost immediately it started raining again and they went back on. All very depressing, especially for all those inside the ground and insomniacs back in the UK. But they should take some heart from the fact that half an hour after the scheduled start time, England are very much in the match.

England’s selections were shockers at the start, picking Giles and Jones over Panesar and Read. Obviously by the time they fixed that it was too late.

Paul Nixon. What the?

Andrew Symonds missed the last couple of games in the one day series with a bicep strain. That’s gold. A bicep strain. I can just imagine some of the guys sitting in the dressing room, and saying “Whoa, did ya feel that? I didn’t know this area was prone to earthquakes…”. Apparently he tore a tendon that was holding his bicep on - easy thing for someone like him to do, no doubt.

The TV commentators were as annoying completely stupid as ever.

In the end England had to start playing some good cricket eventually, and lucky for them, they timed it pretty well, and Australia didn’t manage to readjust, after not being tested in so long.

Geldof In Revelation

A while back I watched Episode five of Geldof In Africa. Geldof identified the war, famine, plague, and death in Africa with the four horsemen in Revelation six.

Which made me wonder, if U.N. peacekeepers and aid agencies are fighting the four horsemen identified in Revelation, does that mean they are fighting a spiritual war? And if they are (bearing in mind that it’s only the incompetence of the human mind that separates the spiritual and physical worlds in the first place), then it has interesting ramifications regarding the struggle in attaining a balance between social activism and sharing the Gospel of Truth - physical aid versus spiritual aid.

Right?