:: Totally Irrelevant Superheroes ::

:: Tuesday, February 27, 2007 ::

max is leaving
max is finally ejected
max is now blind
max is back in town
max is lost
max is so smart
max is in control
max is lord
max is here
max is crucial
max is this?
max is no angel
max is futile
max is ready to go home
max is real
max is for sale
max is atlanta's best listing
max is over
max is a life size training dummy designed and constructed for professional use to improve accurate technics in martial arts
max is the pulpit minister at oak hills church of christ in san antonio
max is asthma free at last
max is still in control
max is in the mail
max is an excellent tool
max is probably creating something big for it
max is tilting at windmills
max is missing
max is back
max is a concentrate of hot pepper extract and other natural oils in a liquid emulsion
max is in
max is improved a further ten percent
max is what you want
max is gaining quite a following
max is shaping common sense legislation important to the country
max is relatively easy to learn
max is the latest innovation in our range
max is a 100% natural herbal energy product
max is over
max is useless
max is dirt
max is not max
max is missing
max is back
max is in for the winter
max is riotously tasteless
max is my wife
max is hiding from me
max is our elected gay pig
max is the best in basic comfort
max is pissed
max is sick again
max is down
max is correct
max is also available in these beautiful fabrics
max is the solution for you
max is free
max is good for that kind of thing
max is equal to 2 63
max is an international network of independently owned and operated offices offering a variety of real estate and relocation services
max is not the killer
max is a dilute orange tabby cat
max is a pimp
max is mean
max is a bernese mountain dog
max is not opening my files
max is versatile
max is visible

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:: max 3:54 PM [+] ::
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a year you say? surely not. so, in case you don't know, or haven't guessed, i made the transition to livejournal, but am not very impressed with the outcome. it's all to "what i'm doing" and not very much... i don't know.

anyhoo, rut. big, big giant gaping chasm of blackness, with nothing much at the bottom. i know i left a bridge around here somewhere...

if anyone has an archaic little link to this solitary soldier of a journal, cheer me up with some nostalgia?
:: max 7:08 PM [+] ::
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Well, my patent-examiner nature is now official, what with the officiality and all. i expected that i'd made slightly less opaque allusions to this on the last circle round, but, as it turns out, i hadn't. so here they are, as translucent as water of the deionised variety. canberra: t minus 1 monthish and counting. eek! there's this company organising my move, and they've got a tricky little system you've got to wriggle around in to make headway before twisting back and forth to move in any direction at all, but i think i'm getting the hang of it now. if you're there, keep january 28th free for a massive cocktail party of titanic proportions (that's massive titanic, you understand).

my dog is bald and depressed. still cute, but not *as* cute, and you're not allowed to make fun of him, okay?
:: max 3:37 PM [+] ::
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AGH! what are they doing to my country? how did this narcissistic dictator of a man get control over my life? i just hope i get the chance to spit on him.

which i might fairly soon, given current circumstances, at least those that are pending february 13thish :o)

msds are really sucky. and a huge waste of time. just so you know. intellectual property, on the other hand....

looking forward to catching up with everyone on friday. may light explode around you until then.
:: max 12:14 PM [+] ::
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got my music sorted. string quartet guy was a little taken aback at my suggestion that he re-write hotel yorba for strings. seemed interested though, as you'd have to be. finally visited tommos site and am now jealous of his vast wealth of music knowledge. must chat to him again about playlists for certain event approaching at rate of knots. are you there?

puppy dog now has scars. he's cool now, you can see he's developed an attitude. backward bandanas and whatnot. dark glasses. (un)healthy disrespect for authority. tell you what, doesn't feel so good from this side of the fence, remind me to never have teenagers.

i'm auditing, it's all so yay. people and their stuff, with all the processes and reports and it's only *slightly* stressful. stoopid business process. stoopid business. all this workworkwork and never any lotto winning *sigh* what's the world coming to?

read nad's blog, and realised she hasn't updated it in over a year, so i think i'm going to stop checking now.
:: max 12:32 PM [+] ::
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so, my dream came true. people so often use that in a positive light, but it's not necessarily the case, as i have found. still it wasn't as totally bizarre as i thought it'd be, and it all seemed quite natural in the end. so, good, right?

my puppy's stiches can come out tommorrow, and the residual glare of accusation is (mostly) worn off.

I heard about terry quickenden, and it's affecting me more than i was expecting. strange.

i hope things change soon.
:: max 12:06 PM [+] ::
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mmm, coffee. last night my darlink johjoh n i had the bestest coffee in the world (that's coffee the experience, not coffee the drink, for the less metaphorically inclined among us)! gate crashed by various (well, one) unexpected bodies of ugly daytime persona memory trip. Always, when embarrassed, do these shadowy figures of less enthused maxes arrive.

I think it is in caffiene-fueled hazes that most philosophical thought patterns are acheived. anyhoo, there may soon be a shortage of pink hair dye and body jewelry in the perth metropolitan area, so keep your ears out for the bleep-bleeping of metal detectors. You have been warned. also, all is not lost for Life as a Bird, which, should my thinnly-veiled self delusion prove true, will be undergoing some massive restructuring and possibly a title change. i hear you all groan in disappointed disbelief, previously assured of the notion that my psuedo-creative strain would not be unleased upon the world like the virus it is. mayhaps it should be retitled Life as an Infected Chicken. think it'll sell?

i'm reading the latest chuckie p and got to what i sneakily suspet is the bit which caused those massive numbers of people to feint, however it is only chapter three, and i'm not even seriously convinced that this book is *the* book. does anyone know?

that is all. except, my darling fiancee is getting many oppurtunities of travel over the coming fortnight, so, if you see fit, please come visit my lonesome self, less i crawl into a corner and get licked to death by small furry noses.
:: max 12:11 PM [+] ::
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