It’s been an interesting week in TV. Today Tonight brought us the shocking revelation that gambling causes you to lose money, Kevin Rudd got angry at Kerry O’Brien for asking him questions on The 7:30 Report, and Masterchef came second in the ratings for the first time since dinosaurs roamed the earth.
My favourite TV show of the week would have been Doctor Who. I love that show so much. I even managed to reluctantly drag myself away from my homework to rewatch the episode Blink. Unfortunately, some of my friends don’t feel the same way about TV as I do. They don’t like Masterchef or Doctor Who, and instead watch silly shows like Gossip Girl. Shocking, I know. All my favourite shows get clumped together on Sunday night, which is nice. Masterchef, Doctor Who, Bones, House MD. Pity my homework doesn’t get organised like that. Never mind.
This post is rapidly speeding away from me in what appears to be a rocket powered vehicle, so I think I should stop writing. I would like to try and write another post tomorrow. We’ll see how I go. You get zero apologies if I don’t post, however. I’m nice like that .
I am never shopping in Myer ever again. Ever.
Last night, Dad, my brother and I went Christmas shopping. My brother and I were going to get a book for Dad, and so we left dad to read magazines and went into Target, fully expecting them to sell it. After 10 minutes of looking, we gave up and walked over to Kmart. We had even less luck there – we couldn’t find any books. So, after half an hour of fruitless walking and searching, we gave up and went to check out Borders, the expensive but amazing book store.
We had a quick scout around the store, but couldn’t see the book we wanted anywhere. Never mind, we thought. It should just be a simple matter of consulting the catalogue. How naive we were. The computer helpfully tells us that there are 222 copies of the book we want in the Crime section. Fantastic! Off we go to the Crime section. I’m not sure that there were 222 books in the entire Crime section, let alone copies of the book we wanted. There wasn’t a single one.
We tried to ask an assistant where we might procure what was fast becoming an almost mythical item. We walk over to the counter, to be faced with a queue of almost forty people. Hmm, that won’t work, we thought. Time to try another tactic. There must be some people stacking the shelves, with the amount of people buying books. Ahah! We walk over to her, just in time to see her disappear behind a stack of books with a whooshing sound. By the time we walked around the stack, she was far into the distance.
We called Mum to say that we couldn’t find the book, and she suggested Myer. Apparently she had seen the book in a catalogue. So, we grabbed Dad and started walking down the central corridor. We continued to walk, when suddenly… we kept walking. Several astronomical units later, and we were at Myer. Dad had a look at the various stalls always set up around Chadstone, while we walked into Myer.
At the entrance we met our first challenge: a maze of perfume bottles, powder puffs, and free samples. The tables were deliberately set up to prevent you moving through quickly. Unfortunately for both us and them, we weren’t particularly interested in purchasing the latest shade of eye shadow with extra chlorophyll and the newest skin cream with oil of polar bear. We raced between the tables, surprising many a rich customer. It took us about five minutes to wind our way to the other side of the room, where the escalators were located. There was a tiny sign indicating that the books were on the first floor, so up we went. There was just one sign in front of us, so we debated for a while whether books would be in “Kitchen” to the left or “Manchester” to the right. We picked kitchen. After doing a full loop of the escalator area, we got almost back to where we started before finding the books, hidden behind a railing. Sneaky.
After wandering between the bookshelves for a while, wondering why the labelling system started with “Author A-Z”, moved onto “Crime”, then returned to “Author A-Z”. After much searching, we found the book we wanted. The last copy, tucked away behind another stack of books. Unfortunately there was no price on it, so we had to go find out for ourselves. There seems to be a specific counter for every single part of the shop in Myer, except for the book section. We headed over to the nearest one, and the lady asked us “Is it just the book you’re getting?” I said yes, and asked how much it would cost and if it came in paperback. She told us that we would have to go over to the books counter. Apparently we could purchase the book at DVDs, but not find the price. Never mind. We headed in the direction she pointed over to a counter labelled “Lay-by and MYERone Enquiries”. Apparently that’s where you buy books. Well, if the rest of the store is anything to go by, the owners of Myer probably find that quite logical.
We waited behind a guy enquiring about pens, which seem to be the responsibility of the lay-by/MYERone/books salesperson. He took forever. Finally we got to speak to the saleswoman.
“How much will this be?” I asked.
“Let me have a look for you” she said, scanning it in. It was the first sensible thing I had seen for almost an hour.
It was cheaper than I expected because it was on sale, which was great. I payed, and my brother and I headed towards the escalators. Thwarted – there was a table in the way, piled high with crockery. Okay, back through the kitchen department, the Manchester department, and the DVD department, just to get to the escalators located right next to the books. It took us a good ten minutes to get out of the place, and I swear that the doors moved.
When we got out, we first had to remember how to breathe after being again forced to walk through the perfume department. We then headed out, after an hour of searching, with our prized book. I was happy we got it, but if I have to go into Myers to get another present then I’m sorry, but I’ll just go without.
I was talking to Ozzyfrog the other say at an obscenely late hour, as we are wont to do. He mentioned that The Games Season 2 was out on DVD. This caused me to remember the episode when they can’t turn the computer on because it is voice activated, and, being me, I thought about how old the laptop looked. Then I remembered why. It is from the year 2000. “That wasn’t too long ago”, we try to convince ourselves. But, my friends, we couldn’t be more wrong. 2000 was a very long time ago – just shy of 10 years in fact. This disturbed me, and so we began listing things that have changed.
Some examples were:
The only Google product in existence was Google Search
- That means no YouTube, Gmail, Google Docs, Google Earth etc.
- Windows 2000 was about to be released – XP, Vista, and 7 would not be released for several years
- George W. Bush had never been President
- The iPod did not exist
- MySpace did not exist
- Facebook did not exist
- Wikipedia did not exist
- Mac OS X would not be released for another year
- The PlayStation was still being manufactured, with the PlayStation 2 about to be released
- The Game Boy Advance was still another year off
I was very surprised by all this, so I went to sleep.
So, what do you think of that lot? Please comment with anything you feel should have been mentioned .
NOTE: This post was written on my iPod while I was in Queensland, but had to be manually transferred to my computer due to an upload error. It was originally entitled Antonia, after the song I was listening to at the time, but I changed it because I realised how silly it was, and replaced it with another equally silly title – only this one is relevant. Sort of. Can you work it out?
ANOTHER NOTE: I realised that Aurum Ora was also a silly name, and so changed it again.
Just so that you know, the title of this post has nothing to do with anything, other than it is the name of the Motion City Soundtrack song I am listening to at the moment, and I need a non-boring title. Hmm, I should post my iTunes Top 25 some time. Anyway, this is going horribly off track. The point of this post is to talk about my holiday on the Gold Coast.
Just so you know, I am currently sitting on a chair in our unit, but this won’t get posted until I get back to Melbourne.
It is amazing. I am having so much fun. We are staying at the place that we stay every time we come up, Currumbin Sands. Currumbin sands is made up of three-story apartment buildings, which are really nice, not horrible like lots of apartments. It is kinda like staying in a holiday house, so you don’t have to be our by a certain time or whatever. But I digress…
We are in a ground floor “Beach” apartment, which is good, because it has stairs from the balcony onto the small grassy area in front of the beach. Currumbin Sands has two pool areas, one in the middle and one around the back which is a lot less used. We used to call that one “Pirates’ Cove” when we were younger for some reason. Anyway, the main pool enclosure has a a big cold pool with a waterfall, a heated pool (soo nice) and a spa, and the area around the back has a cold pool and a spa. This is getting boring, isn’t it? Sorry, but most of our time is spent in the pools.
The apartments are in front of the beach and the estuary, which are both really great.
On to interesting stuff!!!
We flew up with Jetstar on the 1st Jan. The only problem we had was having to drag all the luggage from the front of Terminal 1 to the back of Terminal 3, as Dad dropped us off out the front of the airport to check in while he parked the car, but at the wrong end, not having flown Jetstar before.
When we got up here, we spent ages shopping for stuff, because unfortunately we have to eat to stay alive. By that afternoon, we had already been to the pool.
We did very little for the next week, and then caught up with some relatives for a couple of days. The day after that, the 6th, Gizmolio came up to stay with us for a while. We picked him up at the airport, and by the afternoon we were all swimming in the pool… again.
The day after, Dad, my brother, Gizmolio and I went to Dreamworld. Last time we went (c.2003), it was terrible. This time it was brilliant. We went on the Log Flume, where we got completely soaked, the Runaway Reptar Coaster, where I watched about half of the Rugrats Movie while standing in line (I love that movie…), the Cyclone, which was soo much fun – I would do it over and over if I could, and Gizmolio and I went on the Tower of Terror, which I only went on because I didn’t stop to think about what I was doing, even in the hour long queue. It was… less scary than expected, actually.
After we’d done all that, we went into WhiteWater World, Dreamworld’s water park. The wave pool was fun, as was the Nick Bucket, which dumped water all over you – I swear those little kids should have been crushed by it. Gizmolio and I eventually decided to start queuing up for the “B.R.O”, which normal people would call the Blue Ringed Octopus Racer. It’s one of those eight lane water slides, so we could race each other to the bottom. The queue was relatively short (read: 15 minutes), and Gizmolio and I had a lengthy discussion about how many tattoos people in Queensland have. Seriously, there are heaps. What do they think will happen when they get old? The tattoos will get all wrinkley! Eeewwww!!!Anyway, the ride was fun, but Gizmolio won. Grr.
Next we went over to a green water tunnel ride, which used four-person floaty things. Because of this, a nice couple said they would ride with us because there were two of us and two of them. You get pushed down the tube by jets of water, and a couple of seconds later you fall down a really steep section and into a big bowl, which you spin around a couple of times before falling down the hole in the centre and into a pool. Lots of fun.
A couple of days later, Gizmolio and I went surfing. Not real surfing, just learning, but we got to stand up on the boards and all that, so we had heaps of fun. I couldn’t believe that I could do it, partly due to the failure that was the Year 9 surf day…
On the day that Gizmolio was due to fly out, we went to the local SLSC, which has all-you-can-eat breakfast from Friday to Sunday. It was tasty. I poured maple syrup over everything, as I am wont to do. It makes things taste really good, don’t bag it.
Gizmolio flew out that afternoon, with only a short, overestimated, delay – they said half an hour, but it was only ten minutes. After that, we drove to a shopping centre, where we bought two gutter cleaning scoops and a trowl. Why, you ask? Because they are really good for building sandcastles. Yes, I love building sandcastles. They are soo fun! We built a good castle. We built a good castle with them – well, more of a made up seal-looking creature.
It is now today, duh, so I am about to go to the pool. I might blog again later if anything interesting happens. Adiós, amigos. Did I spell that write? (That error was not, in fact, intentional, but I have left it in because it is funny).
ONE LAST NOTE: After this, we had about a four days left, I think, and in that time:
- We went to Byron Bay for the day.
- My brother got stung by a Bluebottle near Byron Bay.
- I found some cool blue… things, about 5mm long, looking like swimming feathery things. They were soo cool – I might post photos some time.
- We saw some cool metalwork statues, etc., at this shop. Very expensive and soo cool.
- We came home.
Tonight is New Year’s Eve, and unfortunately I will not be staying up. This is because the following morning I am getting up nice and early so that we can get to the airport on time, as we are leaving for our holiday in Queensland . I might be able to get internet up there, but then again I might not, so it is possible that I won’t be able to post again for quite a while. This is bad, so I must leave you with something interesting. Hmm… The Game. No, not that game. Not the one which you just lost. Just an interesting, albeit odd and sick, game shown to me by Bluemonkey…