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October 9th, 2006
01:14 pm - Last call: Journal Closing
I will no longer be posting in this journal, but in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) luperion's.
If you enjoy following my antics, or consider me to be your friend, please add luperion into your friends list.
If you have no idea who I am, I've had fun reading your journal, anyway. But I won't do you the discourtesy of spying on your journal without adding you as a friend.
Paladin's friends list will be deleted in one week's time.
Thank you.
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October 4th, 2006
04:36 pm - Lots of me
I just realised that lots of disparate groups of people read my journal and unless they read backwards a lot, may wonder why I am a leopard.
Groups are:
Furry friends from the furry fandom, where I spent many years on Furry Muck and Tapestries. To the Furry people I am known as Paladin the Leopard (and hence this journal) and to Tapestries people I am Luperion the Arctic Wolf. I do have a Luperion journal but have never posted in it as this one has a lot of history.
In recent years I have felt more wolfish (woof woof) and have tended to use Luperion more than Paladin. Maybe some kind soul could make me an arctic wolf icon for my journal. (or I could do it myself :-)
Warcraft friends, such as Alchemius. They know me as Grunt because I have a Grunt family of characters on Cenarius server (Grunthos, Grunthax, Grunthox and Grunthaur).
RL friends such as Non and Andi and Dom and Pauly and Kerrie, who know me as Mark (and variants thereof), and are generally knowing of my efforts to find Captain Redfurr, which is a different story altogether, which I will tell if prompted.
I suppose in my woofish felinity I am similar to Tyger Cowboy, who has a feline name but in his journals seems to be woofish. /nuzzles to TygerCowboy. ^_^
I'm going to throw this one in to see who actually reads my journal (a test!). If you consider yourself to be my friend, and not just another journal that you read, add Luperion to your friends list. I will in turn add you as a friend. I just want to see who reads my journal out of habit, or are a voyeur of journals, or want to know my goings-on. I will NOT add everyone from the Paladin journal list of friends to Luperion; I want to see who responds. (so as a backdated apology to Kzintosh who once accused me of adding him as a friend merely to get my numbers up.)
And if I added you as a friend and you don't know who I am, you either don't read my journals, or I'm a waste of space in your friends list.
See you on the woofside.
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03:43 pm - Rub my furr the wrong way 2
Omelettes!
My friends know I love omelettes and how psycho I will go over a badly made omelette. (Yes, I'm a Leo. Durr. Fuck you.)
Now I love chinese omelettes. There was a chinese restaurant near my work that made an excellent combination omelette - generous portions of beef, chicken, prawns, good amount of onion, lots of egg, nice amount of sauce (filthy oyster variety), but they shut down and my omelette outlet had been closed.
Or so I thought.
Today I discovered a little noodle house tucked away near the station that also made omelettes! Purr, said I, I shall try your combination omelette.
To begin with, it looked okay, but looks can be, and are, deceptive (or I wouldn't be writing this post. Fuck off.) A couple of bits of plant (read: green material) were cunningly draped amongst some garnish (read: shredded carrot), and some nigh-invisible clear noodles (rice?) on top of the egg. However, delving into that eggy (ovine?) mash revealed:
beef (well and good)
thin rectangular strips of something that may have been tofu
much, much more of the thin clear noodles
a prawn (yes, singular)
two pieces of some goddamn bizzare white curly thing that may have been some sort of seafood
hemispherical lumps that sort of tasted like mushroom but may not have been
a bit of capsicum
A generously spirited individual would classify this as a combination omelette, but I call it a ripoff. As alluded to in yesterday's sandwich post, when I ask for ham, I don't want ONE SLICE OF HAM, I want half a goddamn pig, thanks. And so this garnish and noodle and Dog knows what else those curly things are excuse for an omelette, does not pass the Uncle Grunt school of deliciousness test.
Tomorrow, I shall venture across the highway to another sandwich store that I spied today.
You have been warned.
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October 3rd, 2006
05:32 pm - Things that miff me
and rub my furr the wrong way:
Sandwich places that skimp on toppings for your toasted sandwich.
Now, when I worked in North Sydney, I used to buy my lunch at a little sandwich shop nearby, who by virtue of being who they were, were generous with condiments and meats for one's toasted sandwich. If you wanted ham, they used shaved ham (which is yummy and fine) but a whole freaking fat pile of it. And bacon = half a goddamn pig's worth of hot sizzling bacon slices.
And the best thing? That was standard service, and they only charged me something like $5.50 for a toasty, yummy, vein-clogging cholesterol snack.
Now, the sandwich shop at St Leonards' station, the people are lovely and want to do good, but their idea of a toasted sandwich?
1 slice of ham
1 piece of cheese
1 small half slice of bacon
between 2 huge slices of bread, and charge you $8 or so for the pleasure.
Asking for 'extra' simply increases the price.
I'm sadly disgusted by people and companies that are poor of spirit and lacking of generosity when it comes to giving customers what they are paying for. Subway falls into this category. Sure, you can order a footlong horsedick of toasty goodness, but they'll pack it full of useless salads and crap. And if you have the gall to ask for extra, they charge you through the roof.
I need to find a generous sandwich maker.
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September 28th, 2006
10:30 pm - Are you a happy harlot?
Revered Dan thinks you are!
http://members.optusnet.com.au/spottycat/ReverendDan.mp3
Current Mood: harlotic
Current Music: church bells
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September 22nd, 2006
06:50 pm - Bored at work
I should post more often when I'm bored, just for those woofish updates (pupdates?) you all enjoy so very very much.
Is it wrong to buy your dinner at a fast food place because the guy who serves you is incredibly cute and has red hair? His name is Josh and even though he's probably a bit young for me I just can't help walking past where he works to see him at the counter. He's a big boy and he has nice paws.
Damn Oportos and their red furred shenanigans. If it's not cute serving guys (there was another at North Sydney who was young and EXTREMELY furry and cute and from England but I only ever saw him once) there's flatmate sightings of potential Captain Redfurr police rescue dudes.
I'm feeling peckish ...
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September 21st, 2006
02:35 pm - Double Redfurr Day!
It sure is! Though confirmation preceded prediction in that before I left for work I ran a partial MC and got the hat and gloves for my hunter, then when arriving at work a big furry redfurr passes me through the train ticket turnstyle thing, and then I predict which lift will come in my work building, and a very cute redfurr gets out. :-)
What a fucking day. :-)
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September 20th, 2006
06:03 pm - Hey true blue
Is it me and you?
Is it mum and dad?
Is it a cockatoo?
What sort of goddamn lyrics are these? Obviously designed for the terribly jingoistic amongst us, all of whom wept at Steve Irwin's televised memorial and sung live by John Williams.
Nothing could have been more Australian than that.
Give us a home among the gum trees, with lots of plum trees, a sheep or two and a kangaroo. Koalas up the side, and veggies by the fence, all in Burke's Backyard.
I think I shall retch up my McDonalds McDinner now.
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02:31 pm - Bags that do not exist
Quick summary of my recent life: boring.
I need new shoes and jeans.
Actually, I'm not in the mood for ranting.
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August 5th, 2006
02:24 pm - Mr Woof!
Haha. I just had a customer called Mr Woof. That's so cute. :-)
Also another customer recently had the password l0v3m1ss1l3 (lovemissile). He must think very highly of himself.
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July 31st, 2006
10:05 am - A little bit of education
Highly regarded viewing if you simply don't know much about Israel and the current conflict.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7828123714384920696&q=promised
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May 3rd, 2006
06:51 pm - Wee jobbies
I got 95% today in my first assessment. Bundling shall haunt me for the rest of my days.
Training goes on. Our trainer has landed a much better paying job at Railcorp and his last day teaching us is Friday, so they have to fly in another trainer from Perth to finish our training.
Part of the benefits of the job is that they get us all to do a Tafe Certificate 3 in Contact Centre on the job, so I'll end up having a qualification to do with the jobs that I've pretty much had since 1997. Maybe I should make a career of it.
I am still on the general lookout for as large and as furry a boyfriend as possible but nobody has swept me off my footpaws yet. Maybe I should go to gay pubs and clubs and try to find someone that way.
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April 27th, 2006
05:56 pm - The Pooder's New Job
Today: day 1, the first. Nice place, nice people. Training for 2 or so weeks and then lots of buddying before we go on the phones. ISP. Customer service and all that jazz.
6 degrees of separation hit me again: Patrick Prins not only works at iiNet, but he's in my team. Finally I'll be able to get my Dead Can Dance cd's back that he 'borrowed' 4 years ago.
There's also another guy that I recognise - Robert, a small bearded fellow who will also be in my team. I know him but I don't know where I know him from. I shall have to ask him and see if he knows me.
Can't get onto WoW. /grumble.
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April 20th, 2006
10:47 am - Goddamn job interview process
Making a woof feel all nervous ... bastards.
I was finally contacted today and told I got the job at iiNet doing tech support.
I hate the nervous rush that adrenaline gives me.
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February 21st, 2006
02:23 pm - The most annoying thing in the world ...
is trying to give a pill to a cat.
Wench has to take cortisone tablets for 10 days, half a pill twice a day. Now, she is not the easiest cat to give a pill to. There is much wriggling and hissing and scratching involved, and bleeding on my part.
People usually suggest wrapping said cat up in a towel with paws held in, so that cat does not scratch you. That's fine if you have to do it once but doing it to said cat twenty times would be a chore. Unless you value your body parts, and your sanity.
It started off pretty easily. I'd grab Wench in a headlock, force her muzzle open and pop the pill in, and keep her muzzle closed until she'd swallowed. Then I'd let her go, and find the pill on the floor. Grab, open, shove, hold, rub. Good, no pill. But she's taken to holding the pill in her mouth until I go away, and then spitting it out. Today I found a pill half on the floor and am not sure if it was from today or yesterday. So I forced her to take it again, and she went out the front. Five minutes later I find ANOTHER pill half. I'm not going to force this one into her in case I'm over dosing her. She'll get that one tonight.
Damn cats. I love her so but she is such a bitch.
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February 17th, 2006
06:46 pm - Wench back home!
Wench is back from her 3 days at the vet. No major problems or diseases but old age is slowly creeping up, and she has joint pains that may be caused by an infection. (She's 9 years old which is middle age for a cat.) She'll be on cortisone tablets for a couple of weeks to help her sore joints. She's still a bit tender when she pads around.
Just then I was sitting with her out the front and she was sunning herself on the sun-warmed bitumen of the driveway. Audrey (Jacqui's kitten) was playing Tiger in the Grass, pretending that nobody could see her sitting in the long grass at the fence, and Bax came over from across the road from his day's adventuring to play with Audrey a bit and say hello to myself and Wench. Then Jacqui came home and we brought them all inside for a feed and a cuddle.
It's good to have my Buddha Pooder home again.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/ankhappy.gif) grateful
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January 31st, 2006
08:18 pm - Catharsis
A long overdue entry, indeed. November was my last one. Frankly, not much has really happened in my life since then, but I'll talk about it anyway.
Furry has become a small adjunct of my life, where it used to be a huge chunk. It's different with all you Americans and Canadians. You go to cons and see each other in RL all the time, I can't do that. I did come to a couple of cons and met some people, and I feel my behaviour at the time was a bit questionable, and I haven't wanted to come back since 2001. I certainly won't come back until Bush is out of power. You people live in a goddamn police state.
I don't feel close to anyone in the furry community anymore, apart from a couple of people on Taps who seem to still enjoy my cuddly furry company.
I had been playing a lot of World of Warcraft. I had good friends and great guildies. Recently things have taken a turn for the worse and my guild seems to be breaking up. For the second time I have been made guild leader (previous was Horde Down Under). People seem to like and trust me enough to give me their guilds, I don't know why. I certainly don't do anything good with them. HDU flew apart but that wasn't because of me, they only stayed because of the guild leaders. Guilds need strong leadership and right now I don't feel that I can provide that.
My life for the last few months has been a shocking mess, probably the worst it has been for a good long time. I have been a complete recluse, staying in my bedroom and sleeping constantly. I want nothing to do with the outside world, it can all get fucked for all I care. I don't want anything to do with any of it. I'm utterly lazy and directionless and feel like crap. I don't want to work. Work is this nightmare thing that you grind through 8 hours a day doing stuff that you basically don't want to do, and that just eats my soul up. But my problem is, I don't know what I want to do with my life. So I don't know what sort of job to get. Maybe I'm more of a things-person than a person-person. I like working with things more than I like working with people.
I might go and do the public service entry exam and see what happens.
I wish I had more spiritual friends to talk to.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/anksad.gif) crushed
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November 18th, 2005
04:37 pm - Notes to self
Last night (or 12:?? this morning) got my hunter to 60. Sent faulty memory in for RA replacement, will have it back within 1-2 weeks.
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November 16th, 2005
11:27 pm - Ram it!
One of my 512 meg dimms is chock full of errors. The other two are alright and I will run more testing to see if I still have hard drive problems.
Thank you for your suggestions.
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October 16th, 2005
02:12 am - The things you think you want
I woke up halfway through my sleep cycle, feeling quite thirsty (thank you, diabetes) but also feeling a bit sad, and broken. So I stayed up, and decides to go and buy something to drink, and wonder why I felt this way.
I find that I usually do things, to be happy. It's rare that I'm simply happy from detachment, or nothing in particular. I usually chase and pursue happiness like it's an attainable goal, something I can grasp, but it often seems to elude me. I'm sure a spiritual master would wisely pontificate, "What do you need to be happy? Nothing." Glib? Maybe. But I think we chase reasons to be happy, things that once made us happy, and we try our very best to repeat those events and wring the happiness out of each moment, and it all seems a bit sad, and unfulfilling. Most people are content, but few are simply joyous, for no particular reason.
So I tried undoing myself, instead of doing something, to find happiness. I went to counselling. I found grief that I was able to let go of, which made me feel better. I got more glimpes of do-nothing happiness and they made me happy. I realised that one of the reasons I didn't have a partner (not the sole or only reason) was that I simply wasn't putting in much effort to find one. Should I have to? Should a partner simply fall in my lap? Will merely having a big, furry partner be satisfying, in and of itself? Don't know the answer to that one. I'll tell you when I have one.
Oh, and one of the reasons I am still pondering quitting my course is that it isn't making me happy. But it could be useful, and I am pondering returning on Monday. There's now only five weeks left, and it does give me something to do of a day, rather than sitting around playing yet more World of Warcraft.
Speaking of which: I finally got my Breastplate of Valor. This gives me a sense of achievement, and fleeting happiness. I like achieving goals, and this is an achieved goal. One of the reasons I like playing mmorpg's is the character advancement gives me a sense of achievement, but most of the other games (AC, EQ, DAOC) were too flawed or not the right sort of game for me. Another thing that I like doing is working on my own rpg, which I attend to from time to time, adding new ideas and modifying existing ones. It would be nice to have it made, one day, but one thing I realise from programming, is that I'm not a gutsy coder ... I like to design a framework and a system that works, rather than building the nitty gritty. Shame that the system subject in my course is so fucking irrelevant and boring. It's all about making databases. Yawn. That's not what I'm after.
Wench and Bax are still recovering from their recent scuffles. It seems a feral cat or neighbourhood possum got into scraps with both of them. Wench had a bite on her side which abcessed and had to be drained of pus, and Bax got bitten on his footpaw and hobbles around on three paws, cutely. Glad I have a credit card or it would have been impossible to pay the vet bills.
I'll probably go back to bed now. Epics in WoW await me.
Current Mood: gruffulent
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