Googlefest 2009!

What is Googlefest, you ask? Is it a brand new alternative music festival? Nope. Is it a costume-based nerd convention? Getting warmer. Is it Google Sydney's first annual film festival and costume party? You bet your collagen-injected lips it is.

This past December we welcomed the first annual (maybe) Google Film Festival to the grassy green fields of Fox Studios. Sparing no expense, we had a star-studded evening filled with glitz, glamor, and...Googliness.

The evening started with a red-carpet welcome, complete with paparazzi and previously-unknown (to me) Aussie celebrities, Larry Edmur and Zoe Naylor. Later on that evening for the film judging, we were joined by YouTube celebrity Natalie Tran.

Zoe and Larry count down to game time. Or

maybe just wonder how long until they can

get the hell out of there.

The real highlight of the evening was that attendees were encouraged to dress up as their favorite film character. With a veritable smorgasbord of personalities from which to choose, I eventually settled on Bruce Willis' John McClane from the Die Hard films. So did someone else.

To save face in light of this party faux pas, I came

up with a solution, by reminding people that John

McClane still had hair in Die Hard 1&2, making

my similarly-dressed friend here Die Hard 3 &

Live Free or Die Hard. Problem solved...WITH

A VENGEANCE.

There were some spectacular costumes present during the evening. Here are just a few of my favorites:

Ed Rooney from Ferris Bueller's Day off.

"I did not achieve this position in life by

having some snot-nosed punk leave my

cheese out in the wind."

Clark Kent meets Morpheus.

Audrey Hepburn has breakfast with a

Twilight vampire.

Sister Mary Clarence from Sister Act.

"We want you to give us this day, our daily

bread. And to the republic, for which it

stands, and by the power vested in me, I

pronounce us ready to eat. Amen."

Little Miss Sunshine

"I'd like to dedicate this to my grandpa, who

showed me these moves." "Aww, that is so

sweet! Is he here? Where is your grandpa

now?" "In the trunk of our car."

(Two)mb Raiders, Lara Croft. There were

actually quite a few duplicates that evening.

Marge Simpson and Neo. She deserved first

place for covering her entire body in yellow

paint (she got it, don't worry).

Tinkerbell! Classic.

The Dude.

"That rug really tied the room together."

Snow White. Not pictured: the seven

little people she hired to follow her around

for the evening.

Mary from There's Something About Mary.

Awesome.

Helpful costume instructions.

Edward Scissorhands. Best male costume

winner.

"Kevin, you wanna play scissors, paper,

stone again?" "No!" "Why not?" "'Cause

it's boring. I always win!"

Cher from Clueless.

"Searching for a boy in high school is as

useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly

Shore movie."

'Chopper' Read (Chopper) and Raoul Duke

(Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas).

"One toke? You poor fool. Wait 'til you

see those goddamn bats."

After much mingling and drinking and eating, we were brought to the main event of the evening: the film competition. We had outdoor lawn seating, blankets, cushions, and a massive inflatable screen. Oh, and popcorn. We were ready.

Ooo - professional!

I had gotten together with a ragtag group of scoundrels to make our film, The Cloudtrix (a Matrix-themed exploration of the online-based 'cloud'). In a word, it was epic (specifically because the length of the films were meant to be 3-5 minutes and ours was 7). Will let the film below speak for itself.

Groundbreaking. We ended up winning first place.

The winning team - by the end of the evening

I totally had the Bruce Willis smirk down.

Carnaval in the Hunter

We recently had our annual office-wide company offsite. Last year, you'll recall, it was spent skiing down south. This year, the venue would be the Hunter Valley, one of my favorite places in Australia outside of Sydney. 3 days and 2 nights spent in the wine region, with a ton of fun in store for all. The morning we left was also the morning of the dust storm - and the dust was apparently worse up north in the Hunter.

Vonnie and Fadhila - notice how everyone is

wearing the same hat. One of the many pieces

of sweet swag we got as a result of the Carnaval

theme.

I dunno, I think it's a good look for me...

While there was a portion of the offsite dedicated to actual work stuff, there were ample opportunities to have a bit of fun. For example, my team had not spent our quarterly offsite budget yet, so we decided to go horseback riding. It was quite stunning - the sun was shining, the wind blowing the tall grass, magpies swooped out of the sky to attack your head. Really magical.

Me and Rusty, who was generally well-behaved,

but who made a really dramatic scene when

walking downhill with me on his back.

While we waited for the one taxi in the Hunter

Valley to come pick us up, we entertained

ourselves with a few of the animals hanging around.

Anna, pictured here with Buddy, the happiest

little pooch you've ever seen.

There was also a very affectionate cat, who at

one point disappeared into a bag of sawdust

only to emerge completely covered in it.

The first evening there we had a fantastic pub quiz competition with 300 people, hosted by Lincoln, who dressed up as a bogan (the Aussie equivalent of a redneck). There really isn't a huge difference between the two - mullet, cut-off shorts, plaid sleeveless t-shirt. He was an awesome host, and the evening was great - mensa problems, balloon animal making, and my personal favorite, movie quotes (destroyed it). After an evening of drinking and dancing, most of us retired to bed to prepare for the next day.

After the work festivities were over the following day, and we had gone horseback riding, we all began to change into our costumes for the evening, which would bring the offsite's biggest party. Even better, it would be themed after Brazilian Carnaval, and everyone was encouraged to dress up. In my 4-and-a-half years, it was probably the best Google party I had ever attended. There were food stalls set up with Mexican, Indian, Asian, and American food (I think I had 4 massive tacos), and the mood was set with tiki torches burning in the darkness. Then, the party kicked off.

Out of the darkness emerged a massive Brazilian

percussion band, which immediately got

everyone dancing.

We also had dancers.

Bora and me - she was the only one who knew

that my mask was from Venetian Carnaval and

not Brazil. Curses!

At one point, the entertainment turned to

Capoeira dancers.

Fadhila and me - I wish I could say that the soft

filter was an artistic choice, but I'm fairly

certain I just touched the lens after eating my

tacos.

Fadhila post-lens-cleaning, with the

maracas we got as another part of

our swag.

The footballers, before things got rowdy.

Ashleigh and Joe, mid-meal.

Hooray for matching costumes!

The Golden Girls.

Jasper - part Brazilian, part Jamaican - and

Joel / Zorro.

The party rages on outside on the patio - which

was sadly right outside of some other guests'

rooms. They picked a bad week to come, I guess.

Verne, dressed up as...I really don't know.

Me and Victoria. I've discovered that the

amount of alcohol I consume is directly

proportional to the likelihood of me

making Magnum / Blue Steel / Le Tigre /

Ferrari faces in pictures.

Alan, our Engineering Site Director, maraca-ing

things up.

Isa and Roger. Little-known fact: Under the right

circumstances, a maraca can actually substitute

as a microphone.

Adam and Lu. Not shown: Lu's small shaker of

glitter, which she went around shaking on everyone.

I was still finding glitter in my hair several days

later.

What has been seen cannot be unseen - this is

one of the most disturbing photos of the evening.

Ashleigh and me...and my gills. My secret is out:

I am part mer-man.

The evening progressed (mostly) without incident, and eventually the party moved inside and continued into the wee hours of the morning. The following day, we had one last fun activity planned.

The following morning - guess who can't

take serious photos?

Ok ok ok, I'll give you one seri-DANGIT YOU

GUYS.

For our fun activity we did a wine blending and

cooking class. What better way to spend a day

after a party than drinking wine in the hot

sun at 10 in the morning?

Mark, apparently immune to or still recovering

from the night before. We only had one rule

at our table when it came to wine: if you spit

or tip, you leave the table.

After tasting several wines, we were then given

a mystery blend bottle and had to mix the

proper proportions of each wine to match

the bottle. Jon and Joe took it very seriously,

and in the end, we were SO close...

We then had to create our own blend, complete

with bottle label. Ours was named after the

blending process, which I developed. It was

mixed in the measuring beaker by capping one's

hand over the end and shaking vigorously.

Chateau du Paume en Sueur will be hitting

shelves near you soon.

Laura demonstrates our unique blending process.

Because our grill was not working, the chef actually

cooked ours for us. Mark wanted everyone to

think otherwise though.

We enjoyed a fantastic meal in the sun. Watch

Mark closely - his steady decline has been

cataloged for later viewing.

Not looking so good...

His last living photo - lots of red wine + scorching

Aussie morning sun = not a good idea.

Anna relaxing before we all took the long bus

ride home. In the Hunter, beer glasses come

in '512-ounce Big Swig' sizes.

Isa - the event organizer, still alive after

very little sleep.

We boarded the buses to head home, arriving back into Sydney just in time for rush hour, making our return journey time around 3 hours. The good news is that I slept through most of it.