Stinky clean

It took two hours, but my bathroom is finally clean[er] again. I suspect I can no longer have children, but, such is the price of cleanliness. You know those houses you visit where you use the bathroom, and there’s grime and crap around – it’s not filthy, but it’s a little nasty. I walked into… Read more

Goodbye, cruel edu

It appears that La Trobe has finally shut down my student email account… it’s possible their server’s just bjorked at the moment, but, I suspect it’s for real this time. So, time for the final laggards to move to my newer email addresses.

Slightly less chocolate in the world

Today I ate the last piece of the block of chocolate that Julie, Peter & Co. gave me back in November. I made myself eat no more than one individual cuboid a day… which turned out to be easier than I’d expected – given my weak constitution for chocolately goodness – perhaps because this way… Read more

Snow!

I noticed, about a week ago, that there’s snow all along the eastern mountains of the valley. I can see them from my office at work… well… I did on the one day this week it wasn’t hazy and raining. It was pretty awesome – within ten minutes three people had also said “hey, snow!”.… Read more

The ants did march to war

Last Wednesday I drove down to SLO, as previously detailed. I wasn’t nervous or anything, but I was consciously trying to get a good night’s sleep before that, just so I wouldn’t be too tired for the drive, nor feel I had to catch up on sleep in time for the career fair the next… Read more

My credit card has iTMS VIP status

As of right now I’ve bought 722 songs from the iTMS (well, bought or grabbed as freebies). That’s roughly 50 albums-worth. It seems like a scarily large amount, until I visualise that in jewel cases, and realise it’s all of about four cubes on my dad’s CD stand. Still, it represents approximately $600 of my… Read more

Hide and seek

Every now and again I need my social security number (from the card), for filling out some form such that the Men in Black can keep track of me, or whatever. After I’m done with the little bugger, I invariably hide it somewhere in a way which seems somewhat blasé at the time, yet consistently… Read more