sammi needham : cogitate

forgive me father. it’s been over a month since my last post.

Very quickly…

I purchased and finished Halo 3 in under a week (a record for me).

The Footy season is over – and so is my footy career (probably)
I got a nasty shiner in my last game. It has left a mark.

I’m currently working on a motion piece for the st. kilda city FC presentation night. It will be some of my finest work. No doubt. Stay tuned.

I have a Wii game that i haven’t yet played.

The year seems to have flown by very quickly. I can’t believe it’s October already

Halo 3-fest at my place this weekend. All are invited and welcome.

Sputnik Adelaide has launched. So that’s cool.

Facebook is out of control (not necessarily in a good way)

I got a surprise last night when i turned up at footy training. There was a dude out on the park that i didn’t recognise yelling at the boys. It’s not uncommon for old clubmen to come out of the woodwork as you get closer to a premiership. “Who is this big-shot ass-hole ring-in” i thought as i jogged a lap before joining in on the drills.

As i got a bit closer i realised that the big-shot ass-hole ring-in was none other than Dermott Brereton. As i realised this, i began giggling like a little girl at christmas. I was to make it my task of the night to at some point touch the great man.

The living legend took training and then hung around to give the boys a bit of a pep-talk before their 2nd Semi on Sunday.

A couple of years ago before we played in the Div 2 Grand Final and became Premiers we had a little visit from Dipper. So i suppose in a couple of weeks time we’ll get visit from Gary Ayres?

quite obviously ‘touching’ the Dermott

Mum will be very jealous. Go Hawks!

day 5

day 4

*updated 4.9.07*
day 3

today my eye has a lot of blood in it, although the swelling has gone down a little. i have booked in to see my GP just in case. I’m such a pussiman.

*updated 3.9.07*
day 2


I don’t really look like an inuit, do i?

i just love healing. And the newest thing that i have to heal is a shiney new eye, optained from the footy final on the weekend. Alas, we did not win, but i got a free new wound to heal for the next week or so. As always, there will be more healing progress photos forthcoming.

day 1

It’s still pretty fresh, and so the colour is still coming out – it’s going to look great in a couple of days.

The paintball trip was a success, with the exception of Jules and Duds who couldn’t manage getting themselves out of bed, the bus was filled with 10 burley St. Kilda City champs chomping at the bit to shoot the crap out of each other.

The bus trip up was a little weary until the sun came out, plenty of our crew still waking up from an previous evening of frivolity.

Once we were suited up it was ready to play. Some nice people took a photo of us all on the field – but we might never see that photo. Stay tuned. If you’re from Melbourne IT and you took a photo of us, please email it to sammi.

Spanish had a small windfall in Echuca and that filled the bus with a bit more liquid joy for the road trip home.

The Nav Man was our guide, and along with him and Cotter’s “All killers, no fillers” playlist, we were set for a fiesty 300kms home.

The Inkerman were pleased to see us arrive in one piece before our merry bad broke for the rest of the evening.

check out all of the photos here. Unfortunately Cotter made me put a password on them (although i suppose it is ‘oficially’ a footy trip – so that’s fair enough)

Side Note : Crossa, Harlen, Bobby and Jake almost made it, but accidentally drove a few hours past the venue and were last heard from at midnight walking the streets of kings cross. They all got arrested, except for crossa, who could run the fastest. Apparently he spent the night in some penthouse and when the jailbirds got basck to his car he wasn’t there – they knocked on someone’s door who kindly allowed them to have a coat-hanger to break into the car with. Such a friendly neighbourhood.

I am unwell, i think i have gastroenteritis – at least that’s what the Drs verdict was. I’m having night sweats, dizziness, headaches and spending a fair bit too much time in the toilet. Since thursday night the only food that i’ve eaten has been a spatterring of toast and for a big fella that doesn’t mind his food – that could be a record for me – even the 40 hour famine doesn’t take this long! I’ve have dropped about 5kgs though, which takes me down to my target playing weight of around 90kgs. It can’t last long.

So it was the $1000 draw at the footy club on Sunday and even though i wasn’t eating or drinking, i journeyed down to the four hours of free booze and free spi-roast and bbq just to make an appearance. I had three tickets in the draw and so surely surely due to win $1000 – it would only be fair.

There were also 2 raffles being bandied around on the day:

1. the regular ‘joker’s jackpot’ raffle – that never seems to go off, i’m sure it’s a scam. It’s supposed to be for money to put toward the end of season trip, but we never saw any of it lst year, and i’m pretty sure it’ll be the same again this year. Still, i’m sure it’s going to someone who needs it.

2. TEN KILOGRAMS OF CADBURY CHOCOLATE!
Soupy, who works at cadbury schweppes had organised a kind donation of 1 x 10kg block of cadbury chocolate. Immediately my focus was off the $1000 draw, and all i wanted was the big prize, the chocolate! It must have been work over $5000 – SURELY!

So the day was coming to a close and our numbers had been eliminated from the $1000 draw, i’m pretty sure the joker’s jackpot draw was never going to even happen, and the chocolate draw was drawing near – when someone walked outside waving a ticket around – F45!, F45!

I dived into my pocket and looked at my tickets – SHIT! F44! I know i got 3 tickets, this could go either way. I’ll either feel mighty cheated, or be pretty extatic. F45! Yes!

That box is filled with 5 x 2kg (massive) bars. Each bar consists of (i don’t know how many) normal ‘shaped’ blocks but that are much thicker. Here’s a photo…

I donated 2kgs to the club, it was gone in about 28 seconds. I still can’t eat any of the remainder myslef as i can’t keep anything down. But i know one day soon, i’m going to be faced with the prospect of 8kg of chocolate at my disposal. I think i’ve lost about 6kgs with this illness, so the chocolate should leave me about sqaure. Awesome.