Last night as I went to bed, I’d swear I turned on my alarm clock and checked the time set on it: 7:20. I slept long and well. Then I woke. It was light. All was quiet except for the wind and rain outside. Too quiet for 7:20 on a Monday morning. Normally those brave ... [More]
Well Mr Foxtel came over yesterday to wire me up to a world of entertainment. Hey, wait a sec, that’s Foxtel’s slogan… but don’t they have problems with it also being Crown Casino’s slogan? Did both of them forget to trademark it? Have they agreed to share it? Anyway Mr Foxtel came over. He wanted ... [More]
At 8:47am this morning as I was driving along, car headlights lit up along the road. Not all of them, by any means, but probably close to two-thirds of those that I passed. It was a simple, yet poignant reminder of September 11th last year, a gesture suggested by a local newspaper, which has been ... [More]
I’m selling out to the mass media this week. The cold hand of corporate globalisation will be coming to my house. I’m getting cable TV connected on Thursday. Yes, Mr Foxtel is going to drop in and connect up cables, and it’ll be bye bye to shitty TV reception on 6 channels, and hello to ... [More]
I found a teensy snippet of the train ticket I lost on Monday. It was in the washing machine, which is now working since J.E.H. (aka Mr Hoover) came and again removed the obstruction (1x kids’ sock) from the pump. I have already sent away my grovelling form for a ticket replacement, but I’ll hold ... [More]
My washing machine is playing up again. Last time it turned out to be a kid’s sock stuck in the pump. I suspect the same this time around. Damn. I managed to get a load of laundry done in it last night anyway, but… well, more of that later. Last night a storm-and-a-half raged across ... [More]
I had a couple of dreams over the weekend. It’s relatively unusual for me to remember the dreams I have, so here’s what I recall… Saturday night: I dreamt that I could see Leon and Claudia, the two cops from Lantana (which I watched on Saturday). They were undercover, pretending to be taxi drivers. I ... [More]
Took the kids up to the snow yesterday. As per usual it was a long hard drive, but well worth it for a couple of hours’ frolicking in the snow. My back was killing me when I got home, so I’m glad it’s only an annual excursion. We stopped off in Warburton on the way ... [More]
My stupid thing per day count on Wednesday got up to 2. Or another way you could look at it was that I tested the effectiveness of a peeler and my front door lock, and found them both to be excellent in what they do. Firstly I was peeling potatoes. I’d just finished the last ... [More]
I had one of those "D’oh!" moments last Tuesday. I had a spare half hour, and went down to Ikea to get a rug. Well, okay, I actually wanted to look at a table, but it didn’t look all that great, so I ended up looking at rugs. Something to at least partially disguise the ... [More]
On Friday night saw "Y Tu Mama Tambien" ("And your mother too"). Great stuff, highly recommended. A nice mix of humour, drama, sex, social commentary and gross jokes. (Glass of milk, anyone?) On Saturday the phone rang. The caller ID said it was Josh & Cathy’s number. I presumed it would be Josh… loud, brash ... [More]
On Friday I had lunch at a Chinese restaurant down the street, as I often do when working in the city. I seriously need to improve my chopstick technique. Some of my Asian friends can pick up a pair of chopsticks and use them so easily to pick up even the smallest and most awkwardly ... [More]
It’s Jeans For Genes Day today, which I’m guessing in some ways is a huge success, and in other ways, not. It’s a success in that a lot of people seem to know about it, and have worn jeans into work today. That’s great. It’s obviously a high profile event. But I reckon it’s not ... [More]
Not much to report, other than that I had to work most of the weekend, which sucked more than … I was about to make a bad joke then, but maybe I won’t.
Some stupid bint in the office today has a phone that sounds like a fire alarm. Seriously, a slow crescendo "whooop" kind of sound. How fecking stupid is that. Thankfully she was only visiting. I don’t have anything against mobile phones per se. I have one myself. It’s just that an awful lot of people ... [More]
… then get the cops to look for the big Italian-looking bloke in the dark red old-model Commodore that I got into an argument with down the street this afternoon. Well I mean, what kind of moron stops right in the middle of a pedestrian crossing, behind banked up traffic going nowhere because of a ... [More]