As of January 19 2009, I will be a full-time employee of Dimension Data. I’ve gained acceptance into their graduate programme and I’m excited!

A few reasons, which I’ll simply list:

• Financial security
• Employment in my chosen field of study
• Paid-for industry certification through DDLS
• Heaps of useful benefits (discount gym, free internet, phone, etc)

The list could go on, but that’s an overview of what I’m getting myself involved with. I’m really quite excited about it all. Though as with most things I’m excited about, it typically doesn’t show until the eve, or the hour, of the event. I’m excited but I’m also quietly impatient, and a little anxious.

Having said that about this position, I requested some feedback from the people who interviewed me for the Junior Linux Sysadmin position at UQ. They had a lot of good things to say about me, and in fact, they said that I would have been chosen for the position, because I was the best interviewee they had… if it weren’t for some small politics. You see, there were two positions available: one at A05, and one at A06 (for anyone not aware, these are common paygrade descriptors used in government. The higher the number, the more responsibility, and the more you’re paid). They had two successful applicants for the A06-level position and asked one if they wouldn’t mind settling for A05. They didn’t mind. So, I lost out the job only because someone who was better qualified, who applied for a higher position, had accepted the lower pay grade and responsibilities of the position I was after. Nothing I could do about that, really.

They also had some choice things to say about my previous employer, who apparently gave me quite a bad reference. Even though when I left, I was told to “write my own reference” and it was signed by my boss without a second thought, apparently including them as a reference on my resume was not the best idea. The UQ people wouldn’t elaborate as to what exactly was said, but they did indicate to me that I had best rethink who my favourite referees were. Despite this bad reference however, the people at UQ still wanted to employ me.

I was a little annoyed by it, but I’m over it now. My suitability for the position was always questionable. I did my best and that’s all I could have done. If that wasn’t good enough, then so be it. Not to mention the fact that aside from any technical or expertise shortfalls I may have encountered, my previous boss and I simply didn’t see eye to eye on several important issues.

So now, I sit and I wait. It would be nice if I could have a proper holiday between now and starting my new job, but I’ll have another two weeks at good old Nokia Care. Got bills to pay, y’know?

I’m gothed up and I’m hitting the town.

Last Friday when I was on my way to a job interview at UQ, I waited patiently for the bus at the Whickham Terrace bus stop. It was about seven minutes late, which I wasn’t too pleased about. I hopped on to the empty bus and the bus driver kindly offered the explanation that the Friday afternoon traffic had picked up earlier than normal.

Fair enough.

So, I said to him, “I have a job interview at 1PM - any chance we’ll get to the end of the line before then?” to which he replied, “The 412 service would’ve been a better choice, it goes direct almost. But… if we do a kamikaze run, we might make it on time…” I laughed and didn’t think much of it.

At the first stop, he pulled up rather abruptly and opened the door. There were a few people milling around waiting to get on the bus, and at this point they started fumbling with their wallets and such, hunting for their tickets. The bus driver says to them, “Come on, come on, get on! Don’t stand around thinking about it!” I was surprised to see the driver actually hurrying people in light of our earlier conversation!

The last person to hop on was still struggling to find their ticket (I have no idea how people do this - put your ticket in your wallet with your notes for fuck sake! That way you know where it is and can find it quickly) and the bus driver said to them, “Just go and sit down, I believe you.” She was confused and didn’t quite understand his meaning, so she kept fumbling for a half second before he repeated his statement and she disappeared down the back.

This hurrying of passengers to embark and disembark was encouraged at all the remaining stops, and we arrived at about 12:55PM to my stop. I was impressed! I thanked the driver for his effort and went on my merry way.

So, not all bus drivers suck.

I’m glad I’ve been for a few professional job interviews, because I think I’ve learnt a few things about myself, and taught myself a few things about interviews.

My first interview with the recruitment agency for Dimension Data didn’t go so well I thought. I was quite nervous and it was an unusual setup. I went to the offices of Dimension Data, into one of their conference rooms, and the interview was done with the recruiter via teleconference. So, I sat at a desk, in a room by myself, and talked to a person on a TV screen. I felt as though I didn’t answer her questions particularly well; my answers were pretty disjointed, some things I said were extremely circuitous and occasionally off-topic.

Though it turns out, whatever it was I said was good enough to get me a second interview. With the team leader/manager of the area I could be working in. This interview, about a week later, was much better. I was more confident. I felt as though I could relate to the guy better, whereas from the recruiter I was getting a serious over-corporate vibe that didn’t sit well with me (though I’m over that now I’ve been in regular contact with her). He asked me a lot of questions that were similar to the first interview, though went into more detail. He also asked me a lot of questions about why I liked networks and networking, what drove me to succeed and all those kind of questions.

I was told beforehand that there would be some kind of aptitude testing done in the interview, but it was just him and myself, and no such aptitude test was undertaken. Unless of course it was incorporated somehow into the questions he was asking me. So anyway: I answered all of the questions as best I could, some still a little indirectly (though if you’ve ever read this blog before, you know I can be quite circumspect in my writing), but overall I felt as though I had done better. And he told me so, too. At the end of the interview he said I had done well and it had been a good exchange. I think we probably talked about random non-interview stuff (company benefits etc) for about 10-15 minutes afterwards; which may’ve been a drain on his time somewhat, but I felt as though it proved that I was able to converse normally, and it also proved that he and I could connect on a semi-professional level, which is important for building a professional relationship with someone. Being able to base your work-related conversations and exchanges on a foundation of common ideals, goals, whatever, really bolsters the chances of success I find. If my boss is a person I can get along with outside of work, I get along with them so much better when discussing work-related material.

Yesterday I had another interview for another job at UQ. It was a very tech-heavy interview: the head Unix sysadmin, Unix sysadmin team lead, and a HR person were all present to ask me questions. The two Unix guys loaded up the technical problems and fired them round after round. I feel as though I could have answered many of them better; but, I also answered many quite well.

Typically where I fell down was the interchange between their formal language and descriptions and my own self-taught (aka: incomplete) descriptions. They asked me about the function of a TCP wrapper, and I outright said I had no idea. Which was wrong, because then they prompted me with the keywords /etc/hosts.allow and /etc/hosts.deny — I use these files quite regularly and completely understand their purpose, but had never heard or seen them called TCP wrappers previously. Of course, now that I think about it, that’s what they are. But I’ve never made the connection from function to name before, and it provided me with a nice stumbling block.

A few of the questions I should have simply known. They asked me what two files are involved in the login process of a user. I told them the shadow file and one other, which I could not for the life of me remember the name of. Anyone familiar with even the basics of *nix knows what I’m talking about: the passwd file. But at the time, I simply couldn’t recall. I even made the comment to them that “that was like Linux 101, I should have remembered that.” to which they seemed a tiny bit sceptical.

However, they asked me a question about what needs to be looked after when setting up a single system on multiple networks: I surprised them by asking if it had one or two network cards, and they said to “choose your poison” — so I said, I’ll take a system with two network cards. They said, OK, what’s the first thing you need to do to ensure it works properly? And I told them: make sure that when the system starts up, the cards are assigned the same device name reliably using custom udev rules. They were taken aback, and impressed, by the level at which I had started to check things. I’m thorough, baby.

Of course, later in the scenario I once again stumbled by not remembering the key words “default gateway”, though I did say the magic word “VLAN ID” when they asked me about that. Even though I have no idea how to setup VLANs using *nix software. Their questions were both exploring my knowledge of the working of *nix software systems and also my problem-solving processes. I feel as though, with the technical stuff at least, I could have done much better. I missed out on many simple things I should have simply known immediately.

However, the I felt like the questions from the HR person were almost trick questions. I’m guessing they expected to interview a lot of anti-social nerd types with no ability to talk to humans, because the questions asked were so basic. For example, I was asked what I would do in the following scenario: the entire email system has gone down, but my immediate boss wants me to install a new widget on his PC. Which is more important and which do I attend to first? Haha, I answered, it depends on the temperment of the boss! But seriously, we all know which goes first, though what they were after is what I would say to the boss: I told them, I’d explain to him that the entire email system was down, his included, and that I would get back to installing his doodad as quickly as possible. Just not right now.

They also asked me what the most important aspect of customer service is, and I explained that in the context of IT support, it is to listen like you have never listened before. And also to make the person you are helping feel like their issue is the centre of your universe and you will stop at nothing to solve it. Because whether it’s a case of them accidentally hiding their start menu, or, they’ve accidentally deleted the project they had been working on for the last 6 months, to them, it’s a fucking-big-issue-that-has-to-get-solved-right-now!

I think I did rather well overall in the interview. The two Unix guys were receptive to the typical IT crowd jokes and jibes about users and at Microsoft, so we had a few laughs and got along quite well. I am afraid though that somebody with better technical aptitude may snag the position, because they were really really into that, for obvious reasons.

Anyway, if you’re still reading at this point, congratulations! And thanks.

This morning I left the hospital after staying overnight; a requirement of the procedure I had received yesterday. It’s nothing serious, so I apologise if you weren’t informed previously and are now worried about my well-being.

Now that we have that out of the way, I can continue my little story. Many people are complaining about the state of the public health system in Queensland at the moment. While I would say I agree to a certain extent that it could be better, from my experiences it wasn’t too bad at all. There were some hiccups along the way, and I’ll get to those, but in the meantime I would simply like to say that I have a great respect and admiration for the people working in the public health system. Despite the seemingly lacklustre equipment and apparent poor state of some of the facilities, the fact remains that the staff are able to get the job done, and get the job done well. I’m very pleased with the treatment I received and the way things were handled, but that’s not to say that things were perfect.

I was due to have my operation starting early morning on Tuesday just gone. However, after arriving at the hospital at 7AM, going through all the pre-checks and donning my lovely hospital attire, I was told that I would have to go home because three anaethisatists and two doctors were off sick. It was Melbourne Cup day, though …

I’ll be honest, it was very annoying. I had plans and they were upset. It wasn’t really anyones fault (unless you’re cynical, which I can sometimes be), but it was still annoying.

My procedure was resheduled for 8AM Wednesday, and at around 11AM I actually went into the preparation theatre. It was at this point, while I was laying in bed, hooked up to the saline drip and wearing my ECG tags, that the fire alarm went off. For 15 minutes. I was informed that the procedure wouldn’t start until they were sure it was a false alarm, and it turned out that it was. But that didn’t stop the alarm, mounted in the roof not two metres from my head, from pounding electronic thumps through my already stressed mind.

After that though, I was given the anaesthetic and went to sleep pretty much immediately. I remember the doctor injecting it into my drip, and then a nurse infront pushed through the door, another started pushing my bed from behind me, and I don’t remember anything after that.

I woke up in the recovery room, and surprised myself by not being surprised. They had warned me that when I woke up I might think that I was still waiting to have the procedure and be very disorientated. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t. I woke up and I remember thinking that I was in hospital; I could see a nurse checking my vitals, and then I remembered that I’d had an operation. I fell in and out of sleep for the next few hours while we all waited for a bed to become available in a ward.

Eventually I was placed up on the fifth floor in a ladies ward because there weren’t any spaces in a mens ward. It didn’t really matter that much; in fact it was quite amusing as I was put next to the cutest (yes I just used that word in this context) old lady who so innocently peeled away her bandages “just to see what the doctor had done”.

Mum came to visit me and sat with me all afternoon while I continued to drift in and out of sleep. The painkillers they were giving me made me quite drowsy. Dad and my sister came to visit in the evening, shortly before Annie and Kate. Everyone stayed for a while, but it was a little crowded, so the girls all went to get food while I hung out with mum and dad for a bit. Then Kirsten came back, took herself and my parents home, so I was left to enjoy the company of Kate and Annie for the rest of visiting hours, until 8PM. Actually, they left at about quarter past eight when the nurse informed them to say their “final farewells” — busted! I’m glad everyone came to visit though. I would have been bored shitless otherwise.

After everyone left I had a choice of television (which I paid $10 for the privelidge of using), radio, mp3, book or laptop to keep me entertained. I ended up watching TV for a while, then listening to music, and then at about 10.30PM I went to sleep. I slept quite poorly because I only had one pillow, and the night lights kept me awake as well.

This morning was the most eventful part of the visit — after my surgeon came to check I was OK, I was told to have a shower and then the dressings on my wound would be replaced. I wasn’t too sure how to go about this because I knew the wound was a hole. You see, the operation required leaving an open wound in the small of my back. I knew roughly how large it was going to be, but after the operation, during sleep, and during the checking, it hadn’t pained me one bit. I made the mistake of removing the bandages, and then the packing (bandages placed inside the wound) and checking it out in the mirror in the shower.

Although I knew what to expect, the reality of it hit me at this point. I started feeling ill and I began hyperventilating. Thankfully I was able to ask one of the other patients outside to fetch me a nurse. I tried to control my breathing, and I tried to assure myself I was OK, but I believe I was in some kind of shock situation, and I lost control of rationality while waiting. It got so bad that I felt light-headed, and in turn ill. My arms and legs were trembling with pins and needles because I wasn’t breathing properly. The nurse finally came in, sat me down and calmed me down, while washing the area of the operation, which surprisingly did not hurt at all.

After she settled me down and washed me off, I tenderly dried myself and got back into bed for another nurse to redress my wound. She was cute as a button, softly-spoken and very nice, which helped a lot. Maybe they sent me a cute one on purpose after my little episode. Anyway, the most painful part of the redressing was not when she physically cleaned out the hole in my back, but when she had to remove some sticky residue from around it which was caught on my hair. Sigh.

So, I went home, and I’m alright now. The wound is a little painful when I sit the wrong way on it, but I have pain killers. Though they do make me a little drowsy.

Despite my thinking that some of the equipment looked a little old, that some of the facilities looked a little dilapidated, these are both gross overstatements. The staff at the hospital were lovely and helped me out as much as they could. I greatly appreciate everything they did for me, and I think, even though it’s highly impersonal, I will send a ‘thank-you’ card to the hospital addressed to all the staff. Though it’s probably the best I can do as I think I would’ve come into contact with no less than twenty or so people, not even a quarter of whom I can remember their names.

Thank-you, staff of the hospital. Thank-you very much for your time and care and helpful attitudes!

This weekend has been hilolerous (hilarious, but with more lol) — Friday night, out in the Valley with Annie and Kate, who both gothed up for the occasion of visiting Club Blink in 299. I’ll admit that I wore some eyeliner. Apparently it made me look hot. But I’m not so sure. At any rate, Annie and Kate were way hotter. Too bad I didn’t get any pictures. Not that I’d share them with the general internet, anyway.

Saturday night, Carly, Brett, Jamie, Dave and my brother saw The Butterfly Effect at the Caloundra RSL. I have been there previously and the place was pretty dead. I mean, in terms of providing entertainment for young people. The only interesting thing there are the large displays of cool WWII memorabilia including all sorts of guns, scale models of ships and other paraphernalia. Anyway, aside from that the place sucks. Except for the venue to the side where we saw The Butterfly Effect. It’s large and high-tech; the lighting systems aren’t the best I’ve seen (that would be The Met) but they were still pretty good.

The Butterfly Effect were awesome. The support acts were really good too. Sleep Parade who remind me a little of Tool were the first act up, and they put on a good show, even though the crowd turnout at this point was rather poor. Next up were Trial Kennedy and they were even better. Their music had more of a punk/rock sound to it, but it was still pretty good.

Though, after all that, The Butterfly Effect simply blew me away. Even though at the time I had a severe headache and was tired from the night before, I was able to let myself go and get into the sounds. What I really appreciated about their act was that they sound live like they do on CD — ie, they can actually perform the music they create. Which is quite a feat if you have heard anything they’ve recently released. The vocalist really can hit those high notes — consistently. Plus the lightshow and their stage presence was just awesome.

Tonight, I’m sitting at a a friends place having beef stir-fry cooked for me, sipping my bourbon and Coke, and having a good old lol.

I have work tomorrow but that’s OK! It’s not shit work.

My week’s been alright this week. I saw Carly and my friends a lot which was good, but unfortunately for some reason, I haven’t had the mental agility recently to do the required thought acrobatics which allow for the override of bad experiences with good experiences.

In other words, I’m focusing on the negative and not on the positive, and it’s getting me down a little.

I wrote a huge spiel about exactly what has been going on at work, but I’ve since deleted it, because it might be incriminating (not in an ‘I’ve done something illegal’ sense, more an ‘Someone might read this and WTF will occur’ sense) and it might make me look bad. That’s not important because it helped me come to the conclusion, and that’s what is important: I don’t get along with my boss. Not on a personal level, and not on a professional level. It’s as simple as that, and I can’t do anything to change it except get a new boss. Which I am working on.

Aside from that, I went out Tuesday night to the Down Under bar in the city with Carly and Annie, and although I don’t have a valid student ID (it’s about a month expired), they let me in anyway. Presumably because I’m really not that old and also because I had two chicks with me. It was alright for a while, until they started playing the shitty music. Vengaboys, that “Boot scootin’ baby” song, etc. Need I say more? It reminded me of highschool. It was ridiculous, and I got tired and a little grumpy. So I went and sat down while the girls danced, and some guy approached me and asked me how I was going, and we had a little chat. It came to the point where he told me he had uni at 9AM the next day, to which I replied “bad luck” — but not in an empathetical way. It was kind of malicious, and although I don’t know your name, I apologise for venting a little on you, dude. I’m sorry. Hopefully next time I see you I won’t be in such a sour mood.

Which brings me onto my next point which is that club Blink is awesome. It’s on Friday nights at 299 in the Valley and it rules. It’s like someone went to my Last.fm and just copied and pasted all my favourite metal and rock into the playlist. With some nice extras added to break up the mix. Plus they have happy hour $3 basic spirits from 9PM until 10PM; $3 bourbons! What more can you ask for? So I was there last night with Annie; I had hoped Bruce could come but apparently he was stuck at work. On his holidays. Yeah, you read that right.

So now as I sit by myself in the girls’ loungeroom, recovering from my hangover, while everyone else is at work, I bring this post to you. I think later I’ll play some WoW and see what Bruce is up to.

Well, yesterday, it happened. My graduation ceremony. Initially I was reluctant to go. I only went to my high-school graduation ceremony grudgingly. Some people may say I’m an idiot. Indeed, many people would’ve thought I at least looked like one. While everyone else was dressed in suits and ties for the formal, I showed up in khaki pants and a hawaiian shirt because I wasn’t going to the formal. I didn’t really like anyone in highschool outside my own group of friends, none of whom were themselves going to the formal. So, I didn’t care about it.

Anyway, I was having similar feelings towards my uni graduation ceremony. Not only did I have to wear a crazy square hat (called a mortarboard I found out) and some robes, I would have to pay $55 for the privilege! Well, I was outraged. A little. Not really, I just didn’t feel like paying that much for something I didn’t really need to be at anyway. Though thankfully, friends and family convinced me otherwise. I went, and I’m glad I did.

Wearing the robe and mortarboard was a good feeling. The ceremony was held at QPAC in South Bank, and after robing up before the ceremony I met with my mum at the art gallery. This meant walking around in public in my academic dress, and that made me feel good. Aside from the other graduates I saw (there were 390 that day; the largest ceremony ever apparently), I noticed that nobody else was wearing robes. And although statistically speaking it’s probably unsafe to assume the people I saw didn’t have degrees, the fact was that I was graduating that day and they weren’t.

The ceremony itself was pretty long; as mentioned, there were almost four-hundred graduands to be handed their certificates. This length wasn’t helped at all by the various guest speakers chattering on. Most of them were welcome, but there was an MP there, Mike Kelly, who seemed to make a rather round-about point on how important our degrees were. His speech was the longest and most awkward. He was a private practice lawyer before working for the ADF for 20 years and then turning to politics. His language was interesting as it he used some typical legalese, but combined with the bluntness of language only 20 years of ADF service can create, it came out a little strangely. Anyway, I digress.

I sat with my fellow graduands for about two hours total, with the preceding speeches and ceremonial back-and-forth providing some interesting introduction to the entire affair. After all, I haven’t graduated from uni before yesterday, so it was interesting to see just what went on. The process of handing out the certificates was straightforward, and nobody messed up their order. Unlike the ceremony on the day before where someone placed in position 44 accidentally sat in position 244 and missed out on their special moment.

One thing I haven’t mentioned yet is that the ceremony itself was held in the Concert Hall at QPAC. All of the graduands were seated on-stage, which was interesting, because it was the same hall where I’ve seen a few acts previously, most notably Ross Noble. It was weird to see things from the performers’ side of the stage lights. They’re very bright by the way.

What I found super-awesome though is that while friends and families from outside were being seated, the music team were playing some songs on the huge pipe organ. One of the songs they played was the Star Wars theme song which I had a giggle at. It was epic to hear it played on the huge organ though.

So now I’m going to get my certificate framed and put it somewhere people can see it I think. I also think that I might go on to do my masters, or maybe another degree entirely. I can’t see myself settling into a work-only lifestyle, unless the work’s particularly challenging.

So, as you may’ve recently read, I decided to order myself a Dell XPS M1330 laptop. For a few reasons, I’m keeping track of the whole process. It’s the first laptop I’ve ever purchased; it’s the first computer system I’ve purchased from a big brand-name; and it’s the first time I’ve bought something that cost more than a few dollars over the internet.

Accordingly, I’ve been keeping a close eye on the entire process.

• April 13th (Sunday), midday

  I placed my order using Dells configurator website around lunchtime. It went without a hitch, and shortly thereafter I received a few e-mails. One detailed the system I had purchased and provided an invoice, and another explained the Dell order processing and delivery system, and promised that Dell would keep me up to date on what was happening.

• April 13th (Sunday), mid-evening

  Around seven or eight o’clock that evening I received a call from Dell to inform me they were having trouble processing my credit card details. Turns out I’d entered them incorrectly; so I gave them the correct information and all was well.

• April 16th (Wednesday), mid-afternoon

  I received an e-mail informing me that my payment had been accepted, the system build had been completed, and my laptop was on its way. The e-mail provided me a link to Dell’s order tracking website which illustratively showed what was going on.

• April 17th (Thursday), late evening

  Checking the dell ordering website as above, it’s been noted that my laptop has arrived in Australia and is now with the local courier. The estimated arrival date is still April 23rd; presumably it’ll be heading up from Sydney via a not-so-fast courier.

• April 18th (Friday), mid-afternoon

  I was at work and received an SMS from my sister to let me know my laptop had arrived. Awesome!

• April 19th, mid-morning

  I arrived home to find my laptop, as promised. I opened the box and was surprised to find some extras that I hadn’t anticipated. Dell has seen fit to include: an IR remote control, some Creative in-ear headphones, and an organiser of sorts which has room inside for a pen, a storage area A5-sized paper, CD-wallet pages, and a microfibre cleaning cloth with its own holder. What really surprised me though was that in the A5-paper holder came two user manuals : an XPS M1330 owners guide, and a Dell Computers and Monitors Guide. The XPS manual is fully illustrated and instructs users on how to do everything with their new laptop. Also included, surrounding the laptop, is a carrying case, though it doesn’t have a handle or shoulder strap. All of the included accesories are emblazoned with the “XPS” logo so nobody will mistake your new toy for a vanilla system.

• April 19th, early afternoon

  Turned the system on, was surprised to note that the battery came fully charged. I’ve thrown in my XP CD and wiped away all of the Dell partitions; the 10Gb recovery partition, the 20Gb Vista partition, and the 2Gb Dell media centre partition which contains software that specifically allows the laptop for use as a media playback device. Dell handily provides XP drivers for all the hardware in the laptop on its support website.

• Aprtil 19th, mid-afternoon

  With XP installed, it’s now time to install Arch Linux. Installation was interesting. First off, when installing the packages, it seemed to lock up, so I rebooted. I then spent the next hour trying to figure out why GRUB wouldn’t install; it was complaining about files missing. Reason being was because before the package manager had installed anything, I had rebooted. Then, when I restarted the install, I went from the same step, without mounting any drives. Therefore I hadn’t actually installed anything to my hard drive, and GRUB was broken.

• April 19th, late afternoon

  After I figured out that dumb problem caused by me, I got everything setup and got the wireless working second go (after disabling encryption on the access point - I was too tired at this point to bother fiddling with that). I installed X.org and GNOME.

• April 20th, morning

  Continued setting up Arch — soo many things to configure. Decided to pop into XP to install all my drivers. I’ve been using the system on battery and am quite happy at the rate with which it’s consuming power. I think I should get about 3 hours out of the 6-cell battery with normal-heavy usage; and probably just shy of four hours with minimal usage.

So, that’s that for the setup. It’s going really well so far. The screen is awesome. I got the special WLED version which uses a different, LED-based lighting mechanism for the LCD panel. It’s meant to give much better contrast and lighting properties, and I think it’s doing that job well. I also got myself the 7200RPM hard-drive instead of the 5400RPM one; I’ll never use a 5400RPM drive again in my life if I have to. They’re much too slow.

Overall I’m very happy with the entire process. Now all I have to worry about is enjoying the freedom my laptop now gives me.

My copy of The Presets - Apocalypso has just arrived, and it’s awesome. Despite the fact that I’ve already listened to the album a fair bit, this is special because it’s a signed copy. Check it out.

Woo! If you haven’t already, buy it. It’s awesome.