A photoblog and other things

A change is in the wind. You know, I actually used to believe my mum when she said “Don’t pull a face like that or the wind will change and you’ll stay that way forever.” Ahh the pure innocence. From that to being told by a doctor to stop drinking 20 years later. Nice.

The reason for this post is to alert you to a new sidebar I’ve created. This sidebar will be updated with the latest pictures that have been posted to my Flickr account. Yes, I’m about to ditch my Webshots account in favour of Flickr. Thats what you get, Webshots, when you’re shit. Sure, the professional photographs are nice but hell. I’ve already found Flickr to be an order of magnitude better. Thanks though for the suggestions that people have as to what other options there are out there. Flickr won hands down for me though. So what I’ve uploaded are some pics from my visit to the Kennedy Space Centre. They aren’t edited yet as I’ve just put them up there for the moment for a bit of testing. Album is here.

Well I’m off now to eat some icecream. It’s supposed to be good for my liver.

When I first went into the doctor about a month ago my resting heart rate was 80. That was the bloody highest resting heart rate I’ve ever had I reckon. I weighed 179 pounds (approx 81 kg) which for being a tiny bit over 6 feet this placed me within the medically safe region. My blood pressure was in the normal region. I considered this bad because I normally have a low blood pressure.

This was all before I went on the extreme anti-PK regimen. Anti-PK meaning in this instance, anti-Phat Kristian. I went in again today and this time my resting heart rate was 60. Ahh, that’s better. My blood pressure was now 110/80 (I think that’s what she said). I now weighed 175 pounds, although who knows if I’d actually lost any weight because that was such a small difference.

But here is the clincher. Adding to my “Rock Star no more” post I had to laugh today when my doctor told me the results from my blood test last week. Her words were pretty much “You got to take liver test now! You drink too much! No more party!” I said “You’re joking!” She said “No. No more South Beach for you!” She was smiling when she said this so I can only assume she meant that I could go, but just lay off the alcohol a bit. The funny thing is I haven’t been drinking that much lately. Yeah, I’ve been staying out late, but not drinking that much. Hold on, what the hell am I saying? What about all those rum barrels? Hell… I guess the moral of the story is don’t get any blood tests done. You’ll only find out how much you’ve been abusing your liver.

Anyway, in line with my anti-PK regimen (which now actually means anti-Pissed Kristian as well) I’m going to cull the alcohol intake by a considerable margin. I don’t really need beer goggles around South Beach anyway.

->> iPod update: somehow I’ve placed an “S Club 7” mp3 on my iPod and now I’m being forced to listen to it. I wonder how Rachel is going these days? Oh, great. Oh, hold on!

It was a bit weird to hear that Traffic, the premier place for Drum and Bass in Adelaide, had closed its doors recently. The big memory I have from there is when I saw DJ Marky and Stamina MC play and that was simply *awesome*. However, that and maybe a couple of other performances aside, one thing I had against the place was that there was way, way too much cigarette smoke inside. I was constantly in search of some nice clean air or some decent ventilation. It sort of sucked like that.

Anyway I was out at Karma lounge here in Fort Lauderdale a couple of weeks ago on a Wednesday night which is when they play DnB. I snapped this pic of the name of their DnB night:

Any of you guys over in Oz (u no who u r) wanna come check out this Traffic? Free accommodation and transport * will be provided 🙂

* By transport I don’t mean the flight over, hehe.

If you classify not doing anything as being great, then yes, this weekend was great. I read some books, surfed the net, read some books, slept, listened to music, slept, read, slept, played some music, slept, read.

Ok, I sort of lie. Today I did venture outside because my face was looking relatively normal again. It just looked like I had a lipstick malfunction (I’d believe this too if I did actually wear lipstick. Not in this lifetime.) I played a game of Tennis today because it was too much of a nice day not to. I think Javi, who I played against, may have felt sorry for me as he let me win by a 6-0 6-1 6-1 margin :-p Thanks Javi!

I exhausted my supplies of OJ, milk, bread and cereal last night. Earlier today I still did not want to venture outside to be seen in the general public so I just drank water and ate whatever I could find.

God damn this is the most boring post ever! I feel bored just writing it. I guess I just had to update that I’m still alive and I survived my weekend of nothingness without too much pain.

P.S. I don’t know if this happens to anyone else, but it’s been happening to me recently. Something has toggled my doomsday switch. I’m imagining doomsday scenarios that just pop out of nowhere. I see planes flying in the sky and then my mind plays a doomsday scenario where the plane crashes where I’m standing. I think about astronomy and then my mind plays a doomsday scenario where an asteriod hits Florida. Weird stuff – and I think I just made this post not so boring anymore!