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Archive for September, 2006
We had a trio of feathered friends visit us in our garden yesterday morning. Jane was shitting herself, I thought it was cool.
It may have passed by so quietly that most of you didn’t even notice it, but last Friday was OneWebDay. It’s all about people getting very excited about how much the internet has improved their existance on this planet.
Now, I am someone who is very quick to sing the praises of the internet and all the cool stuff that comes along with it. But I don’t think I’m quite at the stage where I feel the urge to get together with a whole heap of nerds, stand around arm-in-arm in a big circle, and worship the big god that is cyber-space.
Maybe I’m only half as nerdy as I once thought?
It’s quite obvious that I’ve had a busy few weeks and have neglected my posting responsibilities. Here is a speedy update for those of you who are suffering any withdrawal symptoms – cold sweats, shakes, hallucinations etc.
New job
Going really well. I’ve been there 3 weeks now and have made some good progress on a few major projects.
House
I’ve evolved into a bunnings-addicted handyman, going there every weekend since we moved in. I’ve learnt about plumbing (for the dishwasher), the correct screws for plaster-board (to hang towel rails and pictures), how to install a dealock and that you can buy a ladder for only $36.
The only negative about the house is the ‘fly problem’. There are flies getting in the house from somewhere, and we can’t find where, therefore we can’t stop them. Hopfully, with some through detective work, we will get to the bottom of the problem on the weekend.
Mountian bike
Haven’t been riding for weeks, probably a direct result of the Bunnings addiction mentioned above.
Miscellaneous ovservation
Jane and I were driving home from work today and we stopped at one of the 400 sets of red lights we caught. We were stopped in front of one of those huge Mitsubishi Pajero 4WD beasts. In a fairly sterotypical comment I’m going to say that the driver was predictably a middle-aged women who would have been no taller than 5’5″ and was only just able to see over the steering wheel. It seems that the short genes were passed down from her mother who, I assume, was sitting in the front passenger seat. I must say though, I could only just see grandma in the front seat, with just her forhead and eyebrows poking up over the dashboard. I had three thoughts about this situation: 1. Why is a very short adult allowed in the front seat while a young child who may be taller, not allowed?; 2. the car trip must have been very boring for grandma, not being able to see the outside world; and 3. It was a hilarious sight.
That’s all for now.
