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Simulcast on blog.myspace.com/darkris This is a little out of character for me (planning to write a short little post just to put down a couple of things that are pissing me off). Generally I'm a big fan of smileys. I use them everywhere I can, because in the past I have sent messages that people have misconstrued. Now generally that doesn't happen, because people know what I'm like, so they

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*simulcast at blog.myspace.com/darkris* Now that everyone is up-to-date on my status (for reference please click here) I can fill you in on what has happened since. The Preamble On December 29, 2006 Chief and I went to the Melbourne Central Lion, which was our custom on a Friday night, and as it turns out nearly every second day of our holidays. Usually we are met by a bit of mock warmth from

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Haha! Greetings denizens of the web and the select few people I call my friends who actually read this drivel. Sorry, that is no way to begin, for I am not melancholy nor am I jaded, merely at a juncture in my life where I care not to delude myself that one day I will have an enormous readership and will become a fabled net-celebrity or netlebrity as it were. It has been a long time since my

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Chapter 5: Who Needs A Delorean? 5:20pm: The reception starts in just over an hour. I race down to North Melbourne Here we go again. Maddy calls her mum to bring her other dress with her on their way through to the reception. They arrive at 6pm just long enough to drop off the dress before racing against time to get to the reception on time. About 10 minutes later Maddy and I are in the car

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Chapter 4: European Equals Overpriced And Annoying I had conceded defeat. I would call the damned locksmith. Being a Saturday, it turned into an ordeal locating a locksmith that could come out to unlock my doors. I finally got a number that connected and after a short phonecall, it was established that he wouldn't be able to make it out to my place until 6. Wedding reception starts at 6:30. So

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Chapter 3: The Key Is To Stay Positive As we pull into the driveway at home, George asks if I'll be fine and asks if there is anything he can do. I reply to him that things should be cool, and I'll be able to work it out, thanks anyway. He motors off and I stroll down the driveway to my car that sounds like it's been running for quite a while. As I gave upon Maddy's hardened stare, I realise

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Chapter 2: It Is Right To Give Thanks And Praise George and I walk briskly to the front of the church, and two young guys advise us as we walk inside that there are still free seats upstairs. We walk inside and everyone is looking at the door, obviously waiting for the bridal party to enter. We quickly shuffle into the corner and try to be inconspicuous, which for George proves to be a little be

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Chapter 1: Time For A Change The details are a bit hazy, but one of the first things I can remember clearly is Maddy yelling into the phone. "What do you mean the wedding is at 1? You told me it was 2!" This was at 11am. I yawned and got up. The sweltering heat was already a factor and I was dreading the thought of wearing my suit outside, let alone inside a stuffy church for an hour. After

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Prelude: The Night Before Early Friday I'm sitting at my desk, thinking about the gloriousness of the weekend to come. However, one thing was bumming me out; it was turning out that my Friday night was going to be free. If there's one thing I enjoy on a Friday night, it's a good drink with Chief to wind down. I actually feel it makes the weekend seem longer if you go out on a Friday night. But

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As you will recall in my post titled blanc. which I posted on Wednesday, November 29, 2006, I said this: "Anyway, I'm working on his design this afternoon and I'm saving and saving, and it's all going well. I do a fairly big change after doing about 15 minutes of clipping mask around some cherries and click save again. "Could not complete you request because of an unknown error." You've gotta

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So after exams yesterday I saw Borat. It's good, although I'm glad I didn't have to pay for it. Watching the charmingly naive, anti-semetic, sexist, moustachioed beanpole take on citizens of the U.S. and A and ridicule them whilst on a quest to track down and marry Pamela Anderson was entertaining for the most part. It only takes about 15 minutes for the Borat gimmick to grow old, but that's OK

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So as I touched on earlier, I scored 6 points in basketball last night. This is a highlight because in the last 6 weeks I've only scored 3 points (!!!) So last night, I was on again, which for me was a welcome relief. But that's not the point of this post. The point is I had to work hard for those points. The first 3 I got in in the first 5 minutes, so I was pretty happy, and the rest of the

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So it's December, the mo' has gone, assignments are outta the way and so are exams! I got to sleep in on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and I scored 6 points at Basketball last night. I just have work for the next 9 days and then all there is left to do is drink. Muhahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! This morning I was down to 73kg. Now mind you, I was nude at the time, and when I weighed in for the

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And so, after 30 long, hard days, the mo has gone the way of the dodo. In it's honour, here is a link to my Flickr set titled "Movember '06" Enjoy. Clicky.

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So, today is the last day of MOVEMBER. I've been dying for this day to come for about a week and half. I really am sick of it. I just caught a glimpse of myself in my Flickr thumbnails, and despite being a mo, it doesn't look too bad on me. Or maybe its the loss of ten kilos that really makes a difference *shrugs* who knows? So, to the sink I shall commend my Mo to, either tonight or tomorrow,

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Handing in my What Is It Good For poster today turned out to be a bit of a chore. The transparencies that I had set in Illustrator went completely haywire and fucked everything up when it printed. I have just spent the last hour and a half rejigging it so that I can print it without it looking like crotch butter. I'm not going to bother reposting it here, because it perdy much looks the same

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Hi all. This is my final concept for Design Concept Development Brief 2. As you know from my previous post, we had to come up with several different colour concepts (anything, but only using 2 colours each) and then expand on one. I had originally wanted to do a 4 page mini-comic introducing a new character to the world. It took me too long to script and storyboard so that when I came to

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This is my final piece for Typography 2. As you will notice, when comparing it to the image of two posts ago that this is the superior version. Better orientation. Better balance. Better type. Better imagery. Just better. Well, enjoy this peeps, I think it's one of the only pieces I've done that I will be putting up on my wall. What is it good for? by *darkris on deviantART Oh, we lost our game

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Ok, so it wasn't that my teacher didn't like my stuff, but she recommended some changes for me to try. I'm working on the crappy eMac again so saving is an arduous task. I'll try to upload a new version by the end of this class though.

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Just thought I should post this: What is it good for? by *darkris on deviantART Considering I was talking about it yesterday. I think this is the final, I might have to tweak it because my teacher mightn't like it, but that's what it is at the moment.

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Morning everyone! Less than a week between blogs, you guys should feel special :P It has been a very busy week for me. On top of work being in peak period at the moment, I have two year-ending assigments due on the 29th of November, and I tells ya, I'm just not feeling the pieces I have chosen to create. In Typography 2 we have to create an A3 poster composed entirely of type. We had 4

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Been soooooo long since I blogged. I even had to have Yimmy (AKA James) blog about his life in my absence. That was entertaining to read, not necessarily in a funny way, but I was engrossed. So thanks for that J, I may call on you to blog from time to time. So my life. Well, you will all notice that I have updated the look and feel of the website. It should be much easier to navigate now, and

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Greetings fellow humanoids! This is your commander, well not really.....I just like to think I'm above other people. Anyhoo this is my first blog! And will most likely be a steaming pile of tish. What a month it's been. One might say, the worst month of my life. On the first day of chriiiiistmas.....er the month, my long term girlfriend dumps me. Joy! Dont know if I'll ever get over her, being

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Eh, I dunno. I guess I'm a little excited because its FRIDAY AFTERNOON! WOO! The next 62 hours are going to be bliss :) I've been thinking about my situation and based on a few things Lukey said to me on wednesday night on the way to basketball (which we won after a shaky start) and I think leaving my job is probably the way to go. Lining up some decent freelance work and maybe a part-time job

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You probably think that the title of this blog is quite clever or is incredibly apt for the content that is contained within. Maybe not. I'll let you in on a little secret: At the time of typing this, it has no title. Because there is so much I want to put in this blog, that it came down to either writing a decent blog or thinking of a title. That's just how exhausted I am. Not a good note to

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