Hello! Remember me? I was that guy that said I’d try and keep this thing updated… well, I never said I’d try all that hard..
Result! I got my tax return (thanks tax people for not requesting the receipt for my laptop… I can’t find it…) and have gotten my credit card to ZERO! Huzzah! It’s a nice feeling.. especially because it was something I aimed to be doing since I got it… I’d have been ok if it wasn’t for
you kids my car. Speaking of that.. it’s with the mechanics until they can find the root cause of the intermittant dodgyness. It pissed me off to the point that I just told them to keep the damn thing until it’s proper fixed. Innit. It’s not like anyone is calling me to buy it anyway.. maybe I should just give it away in a big box of cornflakes..
I finally got around to replacing my glass saucepan that didn’t bounce. I was in town yesterday and a homewares place had some at 70% off, so I picked up a frypan as well. It cooks pasta and noodles, so it ticks all the boxes I need from a saucepan. Not sure with the frypan, but at least now I can find someone in a bar and ask her how she likes her eggs.. if I buy some eggs..
I seem to be working my way through a relapse of pilgrim flu, only without the flu part.. just the nausea.. that coffee seems to drastically worsen. I spent the weekend feeling vaguely nauseus just from eating or drinking anything.. which seems to translate to motion sickness far too effectively. Makes bus trips fairly unbearable.. I was going to head into the CBD, but instead spent my time on the couch. Still, I was in yesterday as mentioned, so it wasn’t so bad. I also had some long overdue media intake at JB’s and finally got to Chinatown for some more tea. It’s been tough, but I can see the kettle at the end of the tunnel now. Maybe that’s been the problem… Hmm…
On a dewy morning, if you look at your shadow in the grass, the dewdrops shine light back to your eye creating a halo called a heilgenschein (German for halo).
So it’s a halo called a halo… I wonder if having the official name for that effect was part of the terms of surrender at the end of WW2…
I just finished reading Murakami’s The Wind Up Bird Chronicle. It’s a funny sort of book.. I’ve tried three times to explain how I feel about it, but I keep deleting the words. I know I enjoyed it, but I don’t know why. That’s either a measure of how unique the storytelling is, or my shortcomings in understanding my own mind. A little of both, I think. A lot of the time I was reading it without really taking it in, but that doesn’t seem to matter.. it doesn’t require thought or analysis to be enjoyed, you just need to tag along with Mr. Okada and let him regale you with the slightly impossible things that happen to him.
Apologies for just posting media lately.. I’ll find something to post about soon, I promise.
tower of power
I call it the nastybun approved tower of morning pleasentness.
Damn car insurance auto payment.. confusing my poor little brain.. seems the monthly amount is calculated by the day. Can’t wait to have the car sold and not have to think about that stuff for a while…
On Sunday afternoon I found that my hot water system appeared to be borked. By which I mean I had no hot water. Further investigation led to the fuse box, from which I could hear the electricity. This is generally considered a bad thing. So I went to bed. Handily nothing caught on fire during my slumber, and as another plus it seemed that it had settled down and allowed the hot water system to produce me some hot water. So I had a nice hot shower. A few phone calls later and an electrician was on the way to fix it. Normally I’d have investigated the fuse for the water myself, but I don’t trust audible power. Four times is enough times to be shocked by mains power. Turns out the whole fuse housing was burnt out anyway, so there was nothing I could have done to fix it. On the plus side of having all the power in the place off to replace it, I could reset my microwave clock.. it had gained nearly five hours in the time I’ve had it, which I think is around six months. So now it begins anew its quest of confusing the occasional visitor that comes by my place with its fantasy time keeping… and I can have warm showers again.
Of a slightly more concerning note is the not inconsiderable hunk o’ cash that’s been charged to my credit card recently.. I’ve no idea what it was for, and its still just saying Authorisation Only. This isn’t the first time it’s happened though.. and every other time it has turned out to be something legitimate, so I’m not concerned enough to be putting a freeze on the card just yet… but I’m keeping a close eye on it until I know what it was for. Usually though I do remember what it is within two days.. not something that’s happened thus far. Still.. maybe I bought myself something nice as a surprise.. you never know..
I read somewhere today: “…Tiffany was certainly not my cat. And by that I mean that you can never truly love someone else’s cat. Cat owners, you understand what I mean.” I’m not sure that’s entirely true, but never really having been a cat owner (ours only lived for about two years, and spent most of her time outside or avoiding being patted.. she was supremely brilliant though) I’m not sure I’m qualified. Thoughs?
The tower of London has served many purposes, including a zoo.
I just watched Driller Killer. ‘Tis a film that promises much.. an artist that is driven nuts by his girlfriend and her lesbian lover and the punk band rehearsing next door 24 hours a day starts killing people with a power drill. What’s not to like about that setup? Hell, it was even banned in the UK for a while.. so when I found it in a cheap DVD store, I knew it had to be great. Unfortunately.. the going nuts part appears to have been left on the cutting room floor, the drilling people part is mostly glossed over, and the lesbian part (I know you all want to know..) is confined to a single shower scene. Also, the guitarist for the punk band appears to be more at home playing the blues (and should stick to it), while the rest of the music appears to have been accidently recorded while someone was plunking about on the cheapest keyboard available. I’m sure they made it on a shoestring budget and all that, but I still don’t get where they found people to gush over it so much. Hell, they even found someone to record a five minute introduction to the movie.. near the end of which he starts referring to the very final scenes.. and I hit the next chapter button because I don’t want to hear about them until after I seen ‘em. To compound it all, the film stock transcribed to DVD is of such poor quality that it may as well be a shouldercam session from a screening in a cinema somewhere.
Disappointing and not recommended.