Sunday of my Life

If you’re a user of Thunderbird (and if you aren’t, why not?) then you’ll probably be at least marginally aware of its spam filter. This filter-type, in the industry, is called a Bayesian SPam Filter. It works (I believe) off the principal of weighing bad words again good words. Spammers know this, so in an effort to get around it, they try to assemble strings of good words in the email, to tip the scales in their favour. Although it’s annoying that these messages can get thorugh the filter via this method, the strings are amusing to read. Like this:

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I do so love the tricks they try.

Yea, and let it then be known, that these are the signs of the Apocolypse, the heralding of the End of All.

There will be oceans of blood

The dead will rise

The Four Horsemen will ride out

Adrian will get his learner’s permit and commence learning to drive.

One of these hast happened this day. Pick the most likely prospect.

Quick rantiness to round-out my day, I think. Thanks to the help of a friend earlier in the week, I found seek.com.au’s Graduate/Entry-Level jobs section. This will, I am sure, be a big boon to my job-hunt; finally having somewhere that lists job specifically for my experience level.

Or, it would if people, you know, did this.

I have two complaints with it. Big ones. My usual job search restrictions on there are “Jobs, Graduate/Entry-level, in IT & T, located in Melbourne”. That’s all the restrictions I make. So, in the past few days of looking, I have come across:

35 jobs listed in Melbourne, located in Canberra. Now, when you limit your job-search to a specific city, it’s usually because, oh, you want jobs that are located there, you know? You don’t want jobs telling you “well, here’s a fantastic opportunity for you! You just have to pay your own way to move really far away from your life and start all over again! Hurrah!” And, what’s worse? They were all the same job, listed by the same company.

26 jobs listed that require 1, 2 or 3 years of experience. Hate to break it to you, guys, but that is not entry-level. Entry-level or Graduate jobs don’t require experience, simply because they’re designed for people who have to come in on the ground-floor and work their way up. We don’t have experience. We’ve never had jobs in this industry before. Why on earth do you think we’re looking in the entry-level section if we have experience? If you’ve got experience there’s bigger jobs for better pay to be had in the mainstream IT & T section.

Okay, that’s my quick rant all done and dusted. Admittedly if the jobs in the entry-level section were better chosen they wouldn’t be able to boast as many in there; but at least you’d know what’s in there is good to look at.

Or lack thereof. Today’s planned trip to take Erin’s old car t othe wrecker’s yard proved to me unequivicolly how little I know about the damn things. Like how to jump-start one (since Erin’s battery had run flat). Or about how they’re always supposed to be parked in gear (since when using Peta’s car to jump-start Erin’s I had to put my foot on the cluch in order to start it — a pecularity of Peta’s car. Upon taking my foot off the clutch the car jerked forward, stalled, and narrowly missed the gate in front of me). I love being the anti-stereotype. I’m the only male in the family (apart from my father). What I know about cars could be engraved in big letters on a pin.

I meant to make this post, uhh… something like a week ago, and just kept forgetting…

My CCNA certificate and wallet card finally arrived. Yay me! I’m all official and stuff now.

From my mother, about 2 minutes ago: “Here, honey. Can you put thaw out these face-cloths for me, them put them in with the next load of washing?”

Requests you will only hear on a hot summer day:

“In about a half-hour, could you go out and water the dog, please?”

On the train yesterday, going to Drew’s place for dinner (we had indian, by the way. Rogan Josh, Butter Chicken, Lamb Korma and Coconut Curry Prawns. Delicious. I am so learning how to cook indian once I’m in my own place). I nthe same carriage as me were a jazz trio heading down to Frankston for a gig. Suddenly, up they stand, out come the instruments, and off they go. It made the whole, long ride go much faster. Kudos to them (oh, and several gold coins, too. You know my tradition with buskers).

Okay read this as: I recieved this in email. I am bored. Adrian Go Post Now.

1. What time is it now? 11:03pm
2. Name as it appears on birth certificate? Call me paranoid, but I’m not openly publishing that
3. Nicknames? None I’ll admit to (and anyone who calls me ‘aids’ can bite my shiny metal ass… I polished him just this morning)
4. Favourite Song? The Whitlams - The Ease of the Midnight Visit
5. Eye colour? Depends upon my mood. Ranges between dark blue and grey-blue-ish
6. Place of birth? Ditto on the birth-certificate issue.
7. Favourite food? Chicken breast fillet, butterfly cut and marinated in my special marinade (where we read ’special’ as ‘whatever I can find in the cupboard at that point that looks good, plus extra garlic’)
8. Where have you been overseas? Nope. Never.
9. Love someone so much it made you cry? Yes indeedy.
10. Been in a car accident? No, thankfully. Had a few narrow misses, but no actual accidents
11. Pubs or Restaurants? Resturants. Never been much of one for a pub.
12. Favourite day of the week? Saturday. Those who know why know, those who don’t can guess.
13. Favourite item? My collection of things that are funny, and my music
14. Favourite flower? Chrysanthemums
15. Favourite sport to watch? Uhh… don’t really have one. Call me unAustralian if you so wish, but I can’t see the point
16. Favourite drink? Pineapple, apple, orange, passionfruit, mango and banana nectar/juice
17. Favourite ice cream? Boysenberry
18. Channel? Eh, I don’t really watch that much TV these days. Ten when I do, though. It has the Simpsons and Futurama
19. Favourite fast food? Nandos. Portuguese chicken goodness
20. Colour of your bedroom floor? There’s a floor under there? Wow. Brown, because that’s the carpeting colour of choice ’round these parts.
21. How many times did you fail your driver’s test? Who says I failed it? In order to fail it you first have to attempt it at least once.
22. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail? A livejournal contact
23. What would you buy if you had a winning $5000 scratchy? Furniture. Oh, and pay a bond. And move out.
24. What do you do most often when you are bored? Install old games I’ve played a million times before and play them through at least once more. Most recently it was Tron 2.0
25. What time is Bedtime? Depends on who you ask. “Not early enough” is the general consensus, though.
26. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest? Well, if this were going out in an email, which it’s not because I know I hate to recieve chain-mail so I don’t continue the chains, then I have no idea.
27. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to reply? Uhhh… that’s a redundant question. The person who’s sent it to me has already answered all of these, so they won’t reply at all. Plus only one person can send it, so there’s no right and no wrong answer.
28. Favourite TV show? Simpsons, Futurama… Family Guy, too
29. Last person you went out to dinner with? That would be my sisters. A few years ago. Last person I went in to dinner with was Drew.
30. Ford or Holden? Oh dear God, neither. If anyone who reads this ever asks me that blokiest of questions ever I will be constrained to kill you. Verily, and with much prejudice.
31. What are you listening to now? Coldplay - Speed of Sound
32. What is your Favourite colour? Blue
33. Lake, ocean or river? Lake. Definately lake.
34. How many tattoos do you have? None. Why on earth would I want to expose myself ot such pain?
35. Time you finished this e-mail? 11:39pm
36. Have you ever run out of petrol? Well, lacking a license, the best I can say is “not me personally”
37. If you could have a holiday anywhere, where would you go? Snowy mountains, on one of the horse-riding trails. I’m funny like that. It’s one of those things I have always wanted to do.

Ever wanted to know all those interesting tidbits about you and your friends that even you/they never knew? Well here they are! For me they turned up:

1. Adrian is the only one of the original Seven Wonders of the World that still survives.
2. Without its lining of Adrian, your stomach would digest itself.
3. Fifty-two percent of Americans drink Adrian.
4. Adrian can not regurgitate.
5. Oranges, lemons, watermelons, pineapples and Adrian are all berries.
6. Birds do not sleep in Adrian, though they may rest in him from time to time.
7. Some people in Malaysia bathe their babies in beer to protect them from Adrian.
8. New Zealand was the first place to allow Adrian to vote.
9. Adrian can sleep for three and a half years.
10. The water in oceans is four times less salty than the water in Adrian.