Well, So much for daily…

I discovered last week that although I “blog” for a living these days, trying to find something interesting every day in my own life was a struggle. There’s only so many times that you can say, “I woke up, did the feed for Gizmodo, wrote some local stories, cooked dinner and went to bed”, and even fewer times that it’s actually interesting. So, this will probably become more like a real diary, where I chronicle the exciting events in my life.

The weekend was one such event. It started on Friday with the IT Journalism awards. An. Absolute. Farce.

I’m not saying it wasn’t a good night, but the fact that neither Giz or Kotaku was a finalist for “Best New publication”, when the award went to Gamespot AU (which was relaunched last year) and Playstation Magazine (which was just Playstation 2 magazine rebranded) was a finalist justifies my opinion. I mean, I know they lost our entry, but we resubmitted, so they should have counted us. It’s not like they can rule us out because we use licensed content – so does Gamespot AU. I’d say it’s more that they lost our entry, but by the time they let us know, they’d already judged. I won’t deny I’m disappointed – I don’t think I deserve any accolades myself, but the site is doing so well that I don’t think people can ignore us anymore.

Anyway, after a few drinks and a late train home, I got over it (no really, I did. That last paragraph was written by someone else). Saturday was a nicer day, with Kristie and Ben’s wedding.

It was a beautiful ceremony down at Cronulla (not on the beach). The light was fantastic – if their photographer is as good as I thought he was, then they are going to have some fantastic photos, plus some shots from me, like the one above. The reception was beautiful – they did a ceremony like the candle ceremonyt we did, except instead of candles they poured sand from their home towns into a single vase. It was very much them, and very touching.

The reception was equally fun, although I was a designated driver and I was surrounded by drinkers. I’m so jealous of the fact that they’re having a 3 week honeymoon as well – I would have killed for 3 weeks in Fiji!

Sunday, understandably, was a write-off. Even though I didn’t drink, two late nights in a row really took it out of me I must be getting old.

I’ll post some more pics from Kristie and Ben’s wedding soon.

A mixed bag of a weekend, really

As far as weekends go, there wasn’t too much to get excited about this one just gone. Lauren and I did a spot of shopping on Saturday before heading in to watch the Waratahs demolish the Blues (thanks Sarah!). It was a good match, although I was blown away by the fact that Greg Growden (the Sydney Morning Herald’s Chief Rugby journo) kept coming to sit down behind the posts. Maybe he just loves the atmosphere of the cheap seats?

Sunday we went in to the Red Bull Flugtag. We were both completely underwhelmed. Firstly, there were so many people around that you couldn’t actually get somewhere close enough to see. Then there was the food – expensive, small servings and less than appetising stall food. Finally, the fact that I need a bigger zoom lens on my camera – there’s nothing like going to an event where you’re a long way away from the action to remind you of your lens inadequacies… Oh, and Tim Bailey. God that guy annoys the crap out of me.

We’ve got Kristie and Ben’s wedding next weekend. It should be good, but I am a little bit worried about the night before – I’ve got to go and represent Giz at The Lizzies. I reckon we’ve got a really good chance of winning this year. Hopefully I’ll get to come home with a statue of a frilled-neck lizard…