For those unfamiliar with the term and this oddly recurring topic on this blog, please refer to the chart below. I love a good pie chart joke, in fact almost as much as my love of Venn diagram jokes. This probably means I should get out more and go find myself such a friend in need...
In other news, at the risk of sounding incredibly out of character or indeed gender, the last few days have been extraordinarily bad for my health. No, I haven't taken up crystal meth (too expensive) or joined a parachute optional skydiving club (it messes with my hair), I've simply been eating more junky foods. (It's that easy?! How do I sign up?)
On the Thursday past I went to the Game On exhibition at Fed Square with Darren, Marcus and Ken. It's kind of like the history of console gaming, from the earliest version of Pong to Pokemon. A lot of the early games were really cool to see and play, including the text game version of Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy and this strangely addictive Dreamcast game involving a girl on a broomstick trying to dodge little rocks in her way. Street Fighter and six player Bomberman on a giant screen were great fun, but I failed to see the point of including Guitar Hero and Halo 3 since half the people attending will have played them before elsewhere. Unfortunately I wasn't allowed to take pictures, otherwise I would have found you an image of a promotional poster for that awful Super Mario Brothers movie.
Before that, we went to Nando's for lunch where my eating odyssey began. I suppose a light wrap was the best choice for me in the context of things, but things became interesting when we decided to mix the remainder of Marcus' Coke with some peri-peri powder. Darren, the master brewer took a taste and surprisingly didn't explode ala Mentos and Diet Coke. I take that to be a good sign.
Our next meal came after six when we made a dinner stop at Hungry Jack's (I know, at least Nando's pretends to be good for you). There I had some sort of bagette looking thing and it was there I remembered why I don't order those things: they're as thick as a brick wall and probably twice as solid. In fact I don't see why we don't send those things to developing nations as a food source and building material. Everybody wins! Here we also got into the topic of new reality game shows. My memory of this conversation is kinda hazy but at some point I suggested something along the lines of "Australia's Next Top Bogan" or "Australia's Got Hobos". The list really does go on.
The next fast food serving came the next day when my sister brought back Macca's for lunch. I would've ordered the McAfrica burger if not for the irony implied in such a meal. To add to the dangerously high irony levels, the McAmerica bagel that came the week before is a lot smaller and probably not suited to the North American palate. I mean, that hot dog eating champion would leave that joint one very dissatisfied customer. To be fair I haven't had the chance to try either one but I'm guessing the Africa would be somewhat larger even though I'm sure they hire dwarves to hold the burgers in those glamour shots to make the most out of the visual scale difference.
Then when you thought the foodening was all over, the next day we went over to Darren's place to play cards and ended up having pizza for dinner. We also had fried rice for lunch but that doesn't count as junk. No, you could never put fried rice into that category. Saying that must count as some sort of sacrilege I imagine. I'd attempt to resist more junk at home if not for the sack of 'deformed Boost bars' my sister brought back from a friend's place. Mutant chocolate should not be shunned people, they like all other chocolate should be allowed to fulfil its destiny, the purpose for which it was created. Who am I to argue?
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In other news, at the risk of sounding incredibly out of character or indeed gender, the last few days have been extraordinarily bad for my health. No, I haven't taken up crystal meth (too expensive) or joined a parachute optional skydiving club (it messes with my hair), I've simply been eating more junky foods. (It's that easy?! How do I sign up?)
On the Thursday past I went to the Game On exhibition at Fed Square with Darren, Marcus and Ken. It's kind of like the history of console gaming, from the earliest version of Pong to Pokemon. A lot of the early games were really cool to see and play, including the text game version of Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy and this strangely addictive Dreamcast game involving a girl on a broomstick trying to dodge little rocks in her way. Street Fighter and six player Bomberman on a giant screen were great fun, but I failed to see the point of including Guitar Hero and Halo 3 since half the people attending will have played them before elsewhere. Unfortunately I wasn't allowed to take pictures, otherwise I would have found you an image of a promotional poster for that awful Super Mario Brothers movie.
Before that, we went to Nando's for lunch where my eating odyssey began. I suppose a light wrap was the best choice for me in the context of things, but things became interesting when we decided to mix the remainder of Marcus' Coke with some peri-peri powder. Darren, the master brewer took a taste and surprisingly didn't explode ala Mentos and Diet Coke. I take that to be a good sign.
Our next meal came after six when we made a dinner stop at Hungry Jack's (I know, at least Nando's pretends to be good for you). There I had some sort of bagette looking thing and it was there I remembered why I don't order those things: they're as thick as a brick wall and probably twice as solid. In fact I don't see why we don't send those things to developing nations as a food source and building material. Everybody wins! Here we also got into the topic of new reality game shows. My memory of this conversation is kinda hazy but at some point I suggested something along the lines of "Australia's Next Top Bogan" or "Australia's Got Hobos". The list really does go on.
The next fast food serving came the next day when my sister brought back Macca's for lunch. I would've ordered the McAfrica burger if not for the irony implied in such a meal. To add to the dangerously high irony levels, the McAmerica bagel that came the week before is a lot smaller and probably not suited to the North American palate. I mean, that hot dog eating champion would leave that joint one very dissatisfied customer. To be fair I haven't had the chance to try either one but I'm guessing the Africa would be somewhat larger even though I'm sure they hire dwarves to hold the burgers in those glamour shots to make the most out of the visual scale difference.
Then when you thought the foodening was all over, the next day we went over to Darren's place to play cards and ended up having pizza for dinner. We also had fried rice for lunch but that doesn't count as junk. No, you could never put fried rice into that category. Saying that must count as some sort of sacrilege I imagine. I'd attempt to resist more junk at home if not for the sack of 'deformed Boost bars' my sister brought back from a friend's place. Mutant chocolate should not be shunned people, they like all other chocolate should be allowed to fulfil its destiny, the purpose for which it was created. Who am I to argue?
In my defense, I did offer fruit... :D
Yeah, I think I've actually put on a couple of kilos since the start of the exam period. Too much sitting, not enough moving! But seriously, this is a really funny blog, one of your best!!