Last Friday Chris & I went to Marzi’s dinner at Moskitto (or however it’s spelt) in Clifton Hill. It was a fair trek, but I was dropping Chris home afterwards anyway, and I’d originally said yes to Marzi’s invite on the basis of two things: a) that I’d never been to Moskitto’s, despite going past… Read more
Today I came around to nana & pop’s again, browsed the web for a while, checked my email – all the usual. Chris arrived unannounced – albeit not entirely unexpected, given he’d mentioned potentially coming down today when I last saw him, last week – and together with pop we set about cleaning up the… Read more
A bit before Christmas I decided it was time to get rid of all the old computer crap that’s filling up two closets, half a wardrobe, and the back corner of the study. There’s nothing wrong with any of it – a whole range of ancient Macs, printers, a pristine Apple OneScanner, Zip drives, hard… Read more
So who’s the female equivalent of Mel Gibson suitable for such a movie? Courtney Love? :P Anyway, Brett’s gone and darn well set me off again on a little rant, courtesy of his Ultimate Sex Appeal Item blog entry, to which my comment is: It’s a common fallacy amongst women that sexiness is directly proportionate… Read more
This entry in Brett’s blog pointed out a rather antagonising (but subtly true) article from AskMen.com, which can be found here. The article’s pretty self-explanatory, so go read it. My favourite bits, though, are: When she says, “It’s your decision,” what she really means is, “You’d better know what I really want and give it… Read more
So, as I noted, we’d decided to dig out pop’s old – and I mean old; the last time it was even in the water I was like four – catamaran on Thursday. Chris came down for the occasion, and Friday morning I arrived at nana & pop’s to get started (after a swim of… Read more
Today was a pretty slow day. I woke up with that light headache still lingering, although once I’d had breakfast and a few glasses of water & orange juice (not mixed :P ), I felt better. I wrote in my journal for a while (the previous entry) while my clothes were in the wash. Once… Read more