Hi again. Hope you enjoyed the latest Tim andTim. It's okay I think.
I was in need of a good laugh the other night, and stumbled upon a great new online comic. It's new to me, but I believe it's quite old. Anyway, now it's an Internet Meme called ffffuuuuuuu comics (fu = fuck you), rage comic, or rage meme. Basically it's about all the little shit that annoys you, usually ending in a crudely drawn picture of the fffuuuuu guy. I love it. Check it out on the link below (remember to right-click and open in new tab/window).
Tim
ffffffuuuu comic
Wednesday 11 May 2011
Episode #2: 11th May 2011
Because it's cold now, this is about me and my hot water bottle.
Tim: Brrr. Cold!
andTim: HOT WATER BOTTLE!!!!
I put the kettle on and wait patiently in the kitchen with my empty hot water bottle.
Tim: Mmmm. By the time the kettle boils, I would probably already have been asleep and therefore forgotten how cold it was.
andTim: Pffft. It's on now.
Tim: I should get one of those microwave ones. Like the heat packs. That would be nice.
andTim: Yes. And then your transition to a full blown sissy would be complete. It's bad enough you have a hot water bottle.
Tim: Or I could just share my bed....two 36.8 equals 73.6 That's toasty!
andTim: ...our conversation is over.
Kettle boils!
Tim: HOT WATER BOTTLE!!!!
Tim: Brrr. Cold!
andTim: HOT WATER BOTTLE!!!!
I put the kettle on and wait patiently in the kitchen with my empty hot water bottle.
Tim: Mmmm. By the time the kettle boils, I would probably already have been asleep and therefore forgotten how cold it was.
andTim: Pffft. It's on now.
Tim: I should get one of those microwave ones. Like the heat packs. That would be nice.
andTim: Yes. And then your transition to a full blown sissy would be complete. It's bad enough you have a hot water bottle.
Tim: Or I could just share my bed....two 36.8 equals 73.6 That's toasty!
andTim: ...our conversation is over.
Kettle boils!
Tim: HOT WATER BOTTLE!!!!
Tuesday 3 May 2011
Deep Stuff
Hi again. Last night I woke up sometime after going to sleep and my normal wake up time, and found -to my surprise- that I had been struck by the muse. I reached for a pen and paper and scribbled this down. Just a warning: it's deep, very stream-of-conscious, and virtually unedited.
Lately I've been thinking. Mainly about myself and where I am. When I left high school way back in 1999, is this where I wanted to be? Am I living my dream? Honestly, I can't remember a damn thing about what I 'wanted to be' when I was in year 12.
For the past few weeks (in fact, for most of the semester) at uni, we've analysed terrible events such as the South American 'dirty wars', the Vietnam-American War, Cambodian killing fields, and Mexican Revolutions. These events resulted in hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of deaths, torture, and other human rights abuses. It's all left me with a feeling of uneasiness about humanity. But for the the testimonies I've read, and all the vision I've watched, I still don't feel 'connected' to it. It's all too big and distant. As Stalin once said, "One death is a tragedy, one million is a statistic."
I've never been to South America, and my South East Asian experience is limited to Thailand. But I have visited Dachau Concentration Camp just outside Munich. It's an eerie, cold place. Very plain. As I walked through the sleeping quarters, the gas chambers, and on to the ovens where bodies were burnt, I was filled with an uneasy dread. But I still couldn't 'connect'. I'm a 29-year old white male uni student who lives in Melbourne- what's there to connect? Then it struck me...
...uni students were persecuted. Teachers were persecuted. That's how I can connect. I imagined how I would feel if my uni friends and I were rounded up in our lectures to be taken away to an unknown location. Or what would happen if, when I am a teacher, my class is interrupted by my arrest. It's uncanny and far-fetched, but it's a connection.
So back to my original question and point. It took me twelve years from high school to realise I wanted to be a teacher. I love writing, and that will always be my first love and dream, but teaching is important.
I don't only want to teach the 'things' of history. Dates, events, names. I want to teach students how to love history like I do, why it's important. Hopefully they'll understand.
Here comes another diversion- forgive me, it's late/early.
I don't open up much, most of my friends know that. In fact, most of my feelings are covered up by stupid jokes and crude humour. It's me. Deal with it. But as I was writing about all that bad stuff above, I got thinking again. What would I lose if I got 'taken away'? (don't read too deeply into this, my friends).
I'm not exactly rolling in money. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have any significant possessions of worth to anyone but me. Amongst all that depressing stuff of what I don't have, I clearly saw what I do have:
A terrific family. Awesome friends, many from high school, but new ones from uni/work/around. A place of my own. I go to uni every day to study things I'm passionate about with people I love. I have a job. A car. A bike. The Internet. An iPhone. 2 Computers. A giant TV and Wii (thanks Liam!). PS3 (no network connected yet....). A comfy (but lonely) bed. An almost limitless supply of food and alcohol. Hot water. And the freedom to do (almost) anything I want. It's a lot to lose...but also a lot to fight for. That's what makes me so lucky, I guess.
It's super late/early now, and my muse has almost dried up. I lost the point a while back, so sorry about that. And I don't think I have one joke in here. That's a first for me. Tim andTim will return soon with more outrageous adventures. This is a rare occasion where they working together.
Stay safe and happy,
Tim
Lately I've been thinking. Mainly about myself and where I am. When I left high school way back in 1999, is this where I wanted to be? Am I living my dream? Honestly, I can't remember a damn thing about what I 'wanted to be' when I was in year 12.
For the past few weeks (in fact, for most of the semester) at uni, we've analysed terrible events such as the South American 'dirty wars', the Vietnam-American War, Cambodian killing fields, and Mexican Revolutions. These events resulted in hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of deaths, torture, and other human rights abuses. It's all left me with a feeling of uneasiness about humanity. But for the the testimonies I've read, and all the vision I've watched, I still don't feel 'connected' to it. It's all too big and distant. As Stalin once said, "One death is a tragedy, one million is a statistic."
I've never been to South America, and my South East Asian experience is limited to Thailand. But I have visited Dachau Concentration Camp just outside Munich. It's an eerie, cold place. Very plain. As I walked through the sleeping quarters, the gas chambers, and on to the ovens where bodies were burnt, I was filled with an uneasy dread. But I still couldn't 'connect'. I'm a 29-year old white male uni student who lives in Melbourne- what's there to connect? Then it struck me...
...uni students were persecuted. Teachers were persecuted. That's how I can connect. I imagined how I would feel if my uni friends and I were rounded up in our lectures to be taken away to an unknown location. Or what would happen if, when I am a teacher, my class is interrupted by my arrest. It's uncanny and far-fetched, but it's a connection.
So back to my original question and point. It took me twelve years from high school to realise I wanted to be a teacher. I love writing, and that will always be my first love and dream, but teaching is important.
I don't only want to teach the 'things' of history. Dates, events, names. I want to teach students how to love history like I do, why it's important. Hopefully they'll understand.
Here comes another diversion- forgive me, it's late/early.
I don't open up much, most of my friends know that. In fact, most of my feelings are covered up by stupid jokes and crude humour. It's me. Deal with it. But as I was writing about all that bad stuff above, I got thinking again. What would I lose if I got 'taken away'? (don't read too deeply into this, my friends).
I'm not exactly rolling in money. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have any significant possessions of worth to anyone but me. Amongst all that depressing stuff of what I don't have, I clearly saw what I do have:
A terrific family. Awesome friends, many from high school, but new ones from uni/work/around. A place of my own. I go to uni every day to study things I'm passionate about with people I love. I have a job. A car. A bike. The Internet. An iPhone. 2 Computers. A giant TV and Wii (thanks Liam!). PS3 (no network connected yet....). A comfy (but lonely) bed. An almost limitless supply of food and alcohol. Hot water. And the freedom to do (almost) anything I want. It's a lot to lose...but also a lot to fight for. That's what makes me so lucky, I guess.
It's super late/early now, and my muse has almost dried up. I lost the point a while back, so sorry about that. And I don't think I have one joke in here. That's a first for me. Tim andTim will return soon with more outrageous adventures. This is a rare occasion where they working together.
Stay safe and happy,
Tim
Monday 2 May 2011
Episode #1: 2nd May 2011
Tim: Oh my God! Did you hear the news?
andTim: Yeah, it’s great!!!
Tim: Gre...what?? No, it’s terrible!
andTim: Terrible? Finally that crazy son-of-a-bitch got what he deserved.
Tim: He’s been eating up valuable space in the media for years, every morning people wake up fearing for their lives because of him. And now we’ve put him on a pedestal for the whole world to see.
andTim: ...but he’s dead....
Tim: Karl Stefanovic is dead?
Cue 'sad trombone'.
The Blog Has Landed (remember to create a better title)
Hello. It's good to be on the blog circuit. This week I've also joined Twitter (#TimColumbus). Lord help me.
This blog will be my haven for a new series I've created called Tim andTim. Basically conversations between myself (Tim) and my other self (andTim). Sometimes things are topical and political, other times they'll be a collection of random words squashed together. Thank you and goodbye.
This blog will be my haven for a new series I've created called Tim andTim. Basically conversations between myself (Tim) and my other self (andTim). Sometimes things are topical and political, other times they'll be a collection of random words squashed together. Thank you and goodbye.
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