Yesterday was a very lazy day… I got up rather later than I expected, which altogether wasn’t unexpected :), and meandered around for a bit. I put some washing on and then went walkies to Benton’s Square for cereal and milk, of which there were none. Nearly two hours later, I finally returned… that bloody… Read more
Today I didn’t do a whole lot… I started off by going to the Mornington tip to dump the bootload of crap I had from pop’s place. That went fine, aside from not being able to dispose of the photographic chemicals I had – fixer, developer, whatever – which as it turns out cannot be… Read more
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