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| It's quite bad of me to have left it until now, given it was available for download 4 days ago, and available for order for a forenight. But I finally did it, ordered the discbox, got the activation code and downloaded it.
And... wow...
There are a few songs I've heard of before in somewhat incomplete form, and from that I was expecting something amazing, but damn... it managed to be better that, by a million fuckin' miles.
Is there a word better than awesome? Radiohead is... genius.
Rumours has it that, on average, people paid £4 for it. Now that is simply pathetic. Yes, you can pay nothing if you wanted, but how can you sleep at night knowing you paid just £4 for that?
I paid 10 times for that, for the discbox, with two vinyls and two CDs, and I can't wait 'til that is delivered.
Kevin. | | |
| It's a bit weird to think that it has already been a year since my 18th birthday. I find myself celebrating in a similar fashion, just in a different location. I guess that sums up the whole year really, a whole lot has changed, mainly because of the whole "becoming independent" thing. Fundamentally though, things are still the same. One thing surely didn't seem to have changed, I'm still not a particularly good friend, given two of my three closest friends forgotten that its my birthday. I guess I should have reminded them so they won't call with just 25 minutes of the day left. I owe them a big thank you nonetheless, for making this world a better place for me. I can't begin to imagine what the world would be like without them. So... thank you. ... despite leaving the birthday wishes very, very late. Kevin. | | |
| I set out to write a post about football without too much focus on the football itself, but reading back I realise that over half of it is about the football, but anyway...
It was quite a big night, whilst I'm heading to the stadium, I saw lots of people wearing gold and green to support their own team. It is not the first time I went to the MCG, but it is still quite a spectacular sight, there are still a fair number of empty seats at one side of the stadium, still, over 70,000 people came to watch the "socceroos" take on the Argentineans.
The MCG is so big that I can barely see the players even though I was sitting quite far forward. It is because the "soccer" pitch is so much smaller than the Australian rule football (footy) pitch, resulting in a far bit of grass between the first row of spectators and the edge of the pitch.
Or maybe it's because footy players are massive, but anyway.
We saw the game from a quite a low perspective, much lower than on TV, and it somehow makes the football players look more... human, it's hard to describe. There's less crispness in their passing when you watch it live, less power in the shot than it appears on TV... It sort of reminds me of seeing people playing in the playgrounds, of course the football is at a higher level, but the players still look very human.
Although in the Australian forward line is Jesus (well... Kennedy, but he looks like Jesus), but appearance is the only thing Kennedy has in common with Jesus, which doesn't help make him look any less human on the pitch. Jesus can turn water into wine, Kennedy can't even turn a golden opportunity into a goal. He also looks a bit like Berbatov, and Berbatov is a much better player, and from this we can deduce that Berbatov is better than Jesus, it's not often you can say that.
If Australia has football's Jesus, then Argentina has a football God in Messi. He is bizarre in the way he's a left footed right winger, but he gets by with insane skills, the defender knows he's gonna to charge into the middle, but they can do nothing about it. My admiration for the player, however, ends at his footballing ability, because in more than one occasion in this game, he dived, quite blatantly.
His skill alone is enough to win lots of fans' heart, and not only the Argentinean fans' heart, but also Australians. Behind me was a massive banner (held by people in the Australian jersey) saying "Lets get Messi". The pun was a bit... I dunno, lame? But it was funny nonetheless, and it earned me three seconds of TV appearance (however small the proportion of the screen I may be occupying).
The people who held this banner was vocal throughout throughout the game, and were among the few who seem to be engaged in the game, because most of the crowd were hopelessly civilised. Some people in front of us tried in over ten occasions to get a Mexican wave going, and everytime it ended quite abruptly. But just a few was enough to make it fun, as we wave our hands up and yell at the crowd who failed to keep the wave going and chant "Aussie! Aussie! Oi! Oi!" together. The crowd on level 2 to 4 also managed to sing together quite loudly at one point, the sound of their singing and clapping creating a powerful sound which can weaken the legs of the less experienced on the pitch. It's the kind of atmosphere you don't get everyday.
And there is plenty to sing about, the Australians played admirably well against such a quality team. Bresciano's freekick was the highlight of the evening, it was inches from the line after hitting the crossbar, and Culina shaking off Heinze was awesome. Heinze is a traitor (I'm a M.United fan) and fully deserves the humiliation. The two TVs supplementing the live action was quite hopeless though, often failing to give us a replay when we want it.
Bresciano's freekick may be awesome, but he is not the man of the match for me. It has to be Carney, who was a constant threat to Argentina's defence down the left flank. Although... being a defender, he did give Messi a fair bit of space, but Messi is crazy good. Zanetti, Argentina's captain, also worths a mention. He shows an incredible amount of experience and does his thing in the most simple way, making young players look almost try-hard.
It all adds up to be a great night out, the atmosphere, the excitement, being with friends, cheering, shouting, yelling, singing.
There's nothing better than football.
Kevin. | | |
| To the woman who crashed into the side of my car, and I say this in the nicest possible way.
Fuck off the road.
It's pretty terrible how some people don't look in the mirror before they change lanes, but not looking forwards is just... she should be shot or at least never be allowed back on the road ever again. Insurance companies should charge her at least $2 million a year and her car should bear a massive warning sign. How does she get a license in the first place is beyond me.
Okay so I did sort of see a possible risk, I saw a car two lanes to my left, indicating right to change lanes, in front of me is a big gap in the masses of traffic and she is probably looking to go there. But behind me is alot of cars, we're all doing 70, if I am to slow down to make sure she would use her eyes, I would have to basically come to a complete standstill. So, with the assumption that the driver is human, not ape, I went. And as it turns out, this assumption was wrong and...
BAM!
Not being exactly... calm, and not knowing how to handle such a situation, Kit told me to turn into a side street. We did, and we got off the car to inspect the damage, it wasn't too bad, may need to replace a panel or two, but no mechnical damage. The position of contact reveals something quite interesting, the moment she hit my car, it would have basically (with a bit of exaggeration) have filled her entire windscreen, how she missed me is simply incredible.
Although the damage wasn't too bad, I was still angry, and to infuriate me further, the first thing I heard when the idiots got out of their car was "what happened?". I just assumed the guy who said it was the driver, and I thought "you crashed into me, what the fuck did you think happened?". I was too worked up to handle the situation, so Kit did it for me (thank you), but my persisting anger seems to have annoyed the driver, who said in a rather annoyed tone "It's okay! Insurance companies will cover it!", yes darling your insurance company would, but now I'll have to be without my car for god knows how long, the resale value of my car may go down, if my insurance premium goes up I'll have you killed, and most importantly, I love my car.
So no it's not fucking okay, I hope you burn in hell.
Kevin. | | |
| What does it mean, to support a sports team? What happens if the very value that make you love this team is gone? Do you still stick with them through thick and thin? Or do you just support someone else?
Kevin. | | |
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