My listing in the phone book used to be wrong. I used to be in there as Daniel Bowden. So I got them to change it, to put my correct surname. Big mistake. You see, nobody who knows me ever looks me up in the phone book. Why would they? They already know me. But ... [More]
The Hard Word. Very funny, plenty of great dialogue, some action too. A bit like a Guy Ritchie film, but not as desperately groovy and surreal. Very very enjoyable.
The scar looks much better, though it’s still a little scary. The surgeon dude will be taking the stitches out on Wednesday. Until then, I’m keeping a bandage stuck on over it – those stitches look freaky. The monitor is still operating flawlessly. The washing machine isn’t, but Mr Hoover will be coming over on ... [More]
Wow. The monitor works. It really works. I can’t tell you how relieved I am. And some more good news. But first of all, rewind a bit. A few months ago I noticed a lump on my chest. Not a third nipple, a distinct lump. Eventually I wandered in to see my local GP about ... [More]
Latest in the power saga… the power company got back to me to say that during their monitoring, the power had not exceeded the Australian standard (of 254 volts). And interestingly, I found a snippet on a web site that said my long-suffering monitor should work fine up to 264 volts. So I took it ... [More]
If you’re driving around and you see a white Mercedes C180, licence plate NCC 395, keep your distance. This woman drives at 20 below the speed limit, and obviously having indicators fitted to the car is a waste in her case. Maybe she thinks being a member of Star Fleet means she doesn’t have to ... [More]
Power. Last week in frustration I called in an electrician who hopefully knew what he was doing, unlike my landlady’s electrician, who definitely doesn’t. I mean, how hard is it to check the voltage at the power point? Very hard according to him, requires expensive equipment. Uh huh. Like a $25 multimeter. So anyway, on ... [More]
The Business Of Strangers. Nicely paced – certainly didn’t seem like 84 minutes. A few twists. Thought provoking.
(This was written on 22/5/2002, but added to the site on 4/6/2002) I had this weird dream overnight, the first in quite a while: I was walking along a road with no cars. I thought it was the Pacific Highway, but for some reason it was in Victoria, near the Bolte Bridge. As time went ... [More]
In March I talked about crap. A lot of the stuff in my flat is gradually getting worn down, and needs replacing. But should I be spending dosh replacing stuff if I was about to try and buy a house? I was holding off somewhat, and living somewhat reluctantly with my crap. The situation there ... [More]
Last Thursday night, getting home was something of a trial. I left work about 17:30, got to the station and jumped on the first train to Caulfield. Caulfield is the closest major station to me, and sometimes if I catch an express to Caulfield (which is not stopping at my station), it’ll overtake a stopping ... [More]
Why is it that the more irritating the ring on the mobile phone, the more likely that person is to: leave it on their desk when they go out have it configured so it rings lots of times before it times out have people ringing a lot have people ringing a lot who don’t get ... [More]
Well, the electrician came and put in the shiny new switch box. I was glad to see he seemed to know what he was doing. At least, he managed to get all the work done without electrocuting himself, and without blacking out the entire street. Problem is, the same stuff still happens. Though it appears ... [More]
I’m trying not to panic, but I may have a fire hazard in my house. Rewind a bit. Remember I was having power hassles? The more delicate and sensitive of my appliances playing up? Apart from the ever joyous misbehaviour of one of the computer monitors, there’s also my precious hi fi gear – both ... [More]
Every so often there’ll be some people on the train who stand out a little from the usual crowd of commuters. This morning it was a mum and two kids. They were obviously on their way into town for the day from somewhere far away. The son wanted to know how many stations it was ... [More]
The car survived the weekend okay. I drove it to the service place this morning in the pouring rain and peak hour traffic. Lovely. Despite my public transport-supporting tendencies, I was glaring at the bus a few vehicles in front of me – until it stopped outside a school and about 50 teenagers got out, ... [More]