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[Oct. 27th, 2009|11:32 pm] |
Mum: Ah, the joys of share housing. Good practice for marriage!
Chris: I like that. I'll have to use it someday.
Mm: On who, exactly? It'd better not be me.
Chris: I'm sure I'll find someone.
-Mmaster |
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[Aug. 30th, 2009|10:09 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Tech Support For Dad, Tom Smith | ] |
Friday night:
Liz: Are you going home or crashing here tonight?
Mm: Well, I have no clothes here. Also, I promised my parents I'd come home to help them clean tomorrow morning. We're kind of having a party next weekend, y'know?
Liz: Are you?
Mm: ...Hi Liz!
Liz: Oh, wait, is that next weekend? I thought I had another week! What's today?
Mm: Today's the 28th.
Liz: Oh, damn, it is that close.
By Saturday night, we'd made a valiant, though debatably successful, attempt to clean the house. Chris rang to see how it was progressing, and was invited to dinner.
*At the dinner table
Mm: Y'know when you rang, and you thought Mum said we were "halfway through"?
Chris: Yeah.
Mm: She actually said "Half a room".
Chris: Oh. ...Which room?
Mum: *waves her hand over the general kitchen/dining/lounge area* This one.
And now to bed.
-Mmaster |
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| I'm having a delayed adolescent rebellion. |
[Aug. 19th, 2009|05:29 pm] |
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| |  amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Last Christmas, Jimmy Eat World | ] |
*Granny rings
*Mm and Granny chat a while
Granny: Do you drive?
Mm: No. ...I kind of want to get a motorscooter, though.
Granny: Well, there's nothing I can do about that.
Mm: ...Not even give me the upright course as a birthday present?
Granny: Oh, yes, I can certainly do that!
Mm: ...I'm not sure you should be encouraging me in my irresponsibility...
-Mmaster |
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| Not fair! Not fair! Not fair! |
[Aug. 10th, 2009|07:42 am] |
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Mm: I just tried to screw a lid onto my glass of milk.
Mum: Well, you're clearly firing on all cylinders...
Murgle...
-Mmaster |
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| Isn't it crazy how the thought of my touch wakes you up when you're alone? |
[May. 22nd, 2009|09:16 am] |
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| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 47, New Found Glory | ] |
Mm: Dad, what does "apocryphal" mean? The book of quotations I'm reading keeps listing quotes as "attributed, perhaps apocryphal".
Dad: "Mythical" - it may never have happened. As opposed to "Apocrypha", which are books of the Bible where they doubt their validity; 'non-kosher', I guess you'd call it.
Mm: ...Non-kosher Bibles?
-Mmaster |
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| I don't get it. |
[Feb. 15th, 2009|05:49 pm] |
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| |  confused | ] |
Today was the birthday party for my eldest neice, Ella.
I had a conversation with her cousin, Bradley, about who I was in relation to Kristy, my sister-in-law.
Bradley: Are you and Kristy twins?
Mm: No.
Bradley: Are you sisters?
Mm: No.
Bradley: Are you her mother?
Mm: .....
...Given that his mother is Kristy's sister, and he should know full who his maternal grandmother is (since she was also present), I'm not sure if he's totally unobservant or trying to be irritating. But... What?
-Mmaster
P.S.: When I explained I was David's sister, I don't think he believed me... |
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[Dec. 25th, 2008|11:21 am] |
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My grandmother just handed me a nail file, saying she'd "seen it in the shop, and thought it looked cute".
When I asked her what it was, she was moderately horrified.
-Mmaster |
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[Dec. 1st, 2008|09:58 am] |
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| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Are You Afraid Of Me?, Rooney | ] |
Yesterday my parents had a party. It's their nth wedding anniversary today, but Shh! We're pretending that that isn't the reason.
A couple of amusing moments:
* Lucy running up to Chris to get a hug, since she thought he looked like David.
* Someone asking David if "You're Margaret's sister, aren't you?". I don't think he'd ever thought of it quite like that.
* Elizabeth Cooper: Hello, Margaret, how are you?
Mm: Not too bad.
Elisabeth: And you? Are you part of the family?
Chris: No, just a friend.
Elisabeth: Oh. ...Are you part of the family?
Dad thought that she was probably looking for my brother.
* Chris W. Johnson asking what Chris' name was. "Oh. I really should have known that, shouldn't I?"
* Kristy talking about how hot the characters in Supernatural were. I accused her of "shipping Sam/Dean", which she agreed with until she found out what it was / what I'd said.
*giggles*
-Mmaster |
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[Nov. 16th, 2008|07:37 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | A song from The Lucksmiths' First Frost | ] |
Yesterday was the birthday party of my (now) 4 year old neice, Lucy.
Chris was invited along. He discovered he's met Kristy's father through a work project. I think he's decided that IT (particularly within Australia) is something of a small world.
As we had walked in the door, Kristy's brother in law was introduced as "This is Mark. You can ignore everything he says." Chris discovered why over the lunch table.
Mark: So, when are you thinking of getting married?
Chris: ...
Nicole: Gods, he's just meeting everyone! You don't have to answer that.
Mum: Not in the next two years, I hope, I don't think I could handle it.
Mm: ...I don't think I could handle it.
Mark: He's sitting right beside you! Dude, you've just been rejected. ...Look! He was thinking of asking you, see?
Mm: ...
Mark: ...So, how did you meet?
We managed to sidestep most or all of his questions, largely with the help/pity of my parents. ("How long have you been going out?" "Oh, a bit over thirty years?")
Despite the irrelevant interrogation at the lunch table (Mark is always like that), I think Chris had fun. He said something about even at its most chaotic, it still wasn't as bad as some family gatherings he's been to.
More importantly, I think Lucy had fun. Apparently the gifts I picked were a success; a Dora Goes To School playset and a Amazing Lacing book for the birthday girl... And as runner-up prizes for her sisters, a Barbie Fairytopia Car-Go Fun set for Ella, while Rose got a Winnie The Pooh Friendship Camera. The things were surprisingly good, given I got them reasonably cheaply (they were on special).
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[Oct. 15th, 2008|07:40 am] |
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| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Something To Do With My Hands, Her Space Holiday | ] |
I put on Her Space Holiday's The Young Machines this morning while I was having/making breakfast.
Mm: Dad asked me why I was listening to Muzak, since the first half of the first song didn't have any vocals. Thing is, it's got too much edge to be Muzak.
Mum: Yeah, I was thinking it didn't sound like any Muzak I'd ever heard. You can actually hear it.
But if you want to take that chance
then please just let me know
I set my glass down on the bar
Said "grab your coat let's go"
-You And Me, Her Space Holiday (It's actually the wrong album, but who's counting?)
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[Oct. 8th, 2008|10:58 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Rock Show, Blink-182 | ] |
*Chris and I went with my parents to Wascoe Siding on Sunday.
Chris: I didn't realise that this place had been here since 1964. If they wanted the true experience, the prices should be in pounds, shillings and pence!
Mm: It only predates decimal currency by two years...
*Mm, Mum, and Dad burst into the Decimal Currency Song
Chris: ...
Thomas: So, Will's not dead?
Mm: Not at last count...
Thomas: He was supposed to email me.
Chris: What about?
Thomas: We went out picking up girls, and I got their numbers, and he didn't. I'm happy with this arrangement, but he was supposed to email me to get them. But since he didn't, I'm assuming that he doesn't want them.
Chris: Or maybe he's just swamped with assignments?
Thomas: Chris, Margaret's going to back me up when I say that "Girls are more important than assignments"...
Mm: ...
*Brian is testing a photography program Rob is writing for him, taking bursts of photos with his SLR
Brian: Margaret, your hand looks good in that one.
Mm: ...It's a hand...
Rob: I think I'll leave you two alone for a minute...
Mm: ...What?!? *prods Rob a lot*
Rob: Sod off!
Mm: ...You're the one saying sod off?!?
Brian: This is why I don't antagonise Margaret any more...
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| ...My father is a tech-head luddite. lulwhat? |
[Aug. 23rd, 2008|08:31 am] |
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| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | This Will Be My Year, Semisonic | ] |
At around 7:30, I wandered out of my room to see who was conscious. It wound up being Dad, who was using Mum's laptop in the back room to surf the web.
...Mum has her laptop hooked up to a monitor, keyboard and mouse wherever she uses it - she has a personal 'dock' at each location, more or less making it into a portable desktop for ergonomic reasons.
Dad was using the keyboard and mouse, but the monitor was turned off. Instead, he was watching the laptop's screen, off to the side.
I asked him why. He said that he couldn't get the monitor to turn on.
...When I flicked the switch on the power board, suddenly everything flared into life.
"But why was the laptop working?!?"
"...There are these things called batteries..."
"But the keyboard and mouse were working as well!"
"..."
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| You're really something and I'm nearly jumping; well, I've been going out of my head since I met you |
[Feb. 23rd, 2008|11:09 pm] |
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| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | So What?, The Living End | ] |
Mum: The next time I see one of those custom breed dogs, and it's a big animal, can I call it a 'Magna-Doodle'?
Mm: ... ... ... ...No.
Mum: ...Awwww!
Mm: ... ... ...Still no.
Sigh...
-Mmaster
PS: For those of you that don't know the reference, see here for an explanation, and here for pictures of the same. I had a succession of them as a child, but always broke them by leaning on them accidentally. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2007|10:18 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | As Lovers Go, Dashboard Confessional | ] |
One from last night:
Mm: Dammit. I have to look presentable tomorrow.
Chris: Why?
Mm: SDP presentation.
James: I don't have to get dressed at all, tomorrow!
Mm: ...
James: I meant I don't need to get changed out of my pyjamas...
Mm: ...
James: I can see myself winding up on your DJ, now...
Mm: Me? Would I do a thing like that?
And one from this morning.
Mm: Mum! Connor's killing himself again!
Mum: Not Tristian?
Mm: Nah, see, Tristian's hobbling along and twitching occasionally. Connor's actually down for the count at the moment.
Dad: Connor is the desktop.
(Connor is now not even getting through POST. Argh...)
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| Dammit, I have Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne stuck in my head. Rob, I blame you. |
[Oct. 18th, 2007|07:02 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rest In Peace, Buffy Musical | ] |
*Mm is singing Rest In Peace:
'Til you do
I'm telling you
Stop visiting my graaaaaaaave
And let me rest in peace...
Granny: What is that you're singing?
Mm: Have you heard of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer?
Granny: Heard of...
Mm: Well, there's an episode of Buffy, in which everybody starts singing their secrets to the world. And this guy's a vampire who's in love with Buffy.
Granny: Oh, so he's dead, is he?
Mm: No, he's undead. That's why he's a vampire.
-Mmaster
EDIT:
Mm: I don't like this blue room. Creatures keep trying to eat me.
Dad: Which blue room?
Mm: *points at sky* That blue room.
Dad: But it's only the ceiling that's blue...
Mm: That's only 'cause you can't see the walls, since there's too much stuff in the way.
Dad: Fine, it's blue down to the picture rails... |
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| Bwahahahah. |
[Oct. 13th, 2007|10:52 pm] |
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| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Keystroke, Her Space Holiday | ] |
When I signed in to MSN this evening, Thomas' subname was set to Will you be my desert?.
So I sent him the text "In geography, a desert is a landscape form or region that receives very little precipitation. Deserts are defined as areas that receive an average annual precipitation of less than 250 mm (10 inches).".
He didn't respond. However, the next time I happened to look at the main window, the text had been changed to Will you be my grammar nazi?.
I recounted the exchange to my mother, who pointed out that it wasn't grammar, it was spelling.
*giggles*
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| We have a box! *claps delightedly* |
[Aug. 30th, 2007|11:34 pm] |
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| | happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Everyone loves Magical Trevor... | ] |
Mm: We have a box!
Dad: Yes, you use it to store the money from the drinks.
Mm: No, a different box. We asked the president of E.G.G to build us a computer for the Cisco gear.
Dad: So it's an Egg Box.
Mm: Yep!
Dad: Those are normally known as "Crates".
-Mmaster
PS: Damn you, Rob. Now I have Magical Trevor stuck in my head... |
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| "C'mere" by Interpol is addictive. |
[Aug. 27th, 2007|07:38 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | C'mere, Interpol | ] |
Context, for those who don't attend UTS, and/or haven't seen the sign:
* At the top of Building 10 tower, there's a sign that says something like "Ten reasons to come to UTS", and then lists the faculties.
Mm: Nathan really hates that sign.
Dad: Which one?
Mm: The one at the top of Building 10; y'know, "Ten reasons to join UTS", then the list of the faculties?
Dad: What does he dislike about it?
Mm: He thinks it should "say something that's actually unique about UTS", or something. But from what I've seen, whenever anyone asks him for suggestions, they get ignored.
Dad: "UTS is cuddlier!" ...Except that's more ACU's job: "We're cuddly, with religion!"
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| With your telescope eyes and metal teeth, I can't be seen with you, you see... |
[Aug. 19th, 2007|04:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I Wasn't Prepared, Eisley | ] |
Mm: Dad? Come in here.
* Mm puts on Eisley's Room Noises. Memories starts playing.
Mm: This is Eisley, that band I was telling you about.
* Dad listens.
Dad: Great heavens! Counterpoint! And two part harmony!
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| Meet my family. In case, y'know, you'd never done so before. |
[Jul. 29th, 2007|08:35 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Plenty Of Paper, Eisley | ] |
Note: Some of our definitions may be incorrect, never having looked them up.
*Family breakfast
Dad: What's a sociopath?
Mum: Someone who hates society, I'd assume.
Dad: So how's that different to an anarchist?
Mm: Anarchists desire no rules. Sociopaths just hate the people.
Mum: Pathologically.
Mm: In The Sex Pistols' Anarchy In The U.K., the first line is "I am the Anti-Christ!".
Dad: ... "My number is 999!"?
We found all entire dreams
Of men and machines and
Turned them all around to
Enjoy them and benefit ourselves
Our paperback books, our charming looks
Our identical hands
Composing our commands
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