Firstly, I’ve just been reminded that recently one of the three main gripes I had with my ipod touch when I got it last year has finally been resolved! iOS 5 added proper compilation handling support, so for the first time since iOS existed, we have the funtionality back from the old click wheel ipods! Seriously, it took Apple that long to restore a feature we already had, the lack of which was causing a lot of internet based whining. Still, it’s here now, so that’s that sorted. The other two issues are hardware related, so there’s no recourse there.. also there was no ipod touch hardware refresh with the iphone refresh, so there’s not a new model that did anything about them. The lack of a usable camera leads into my next gripe related update to that previously linked post…

… in that Facebook bought Snaptu, so now I don’t have a way to put photos easily into my twitter feed directly from my (still Nokia Symbian) phones. Not sure I mentioned it on here, but my personal phone is a Nokia N97 mini (the E72 is workphone).. which isn’t very mini at all. The hardware is a great design, but the touchscreen is poor and the OS.. is Symbian. I’ve told so many people that I’m going to get a Windows Phone 7 that I have to do it now, but I’m still waiting on the Nokia ones to be made available here… so one day I’ll have a smartphone. For anyone who had a ‘GASP WINDOWS WHY YOU IDIOT’ moment, don’t knock it until you try it. Also I’ll be able to wireless hotpot my ipod to it, so best of both worlds. Getting back to the point, I’m sure there’s a Symbian app that will to twitter and pictures in one handy package, I just have to get off my arse and find it. Any suggestions?

Very securely attached to el beastie.

The marble came separate, as I’m not silly. It was actually a more wobbly ride on this trip due to the weight of the slab and tools in the back.

With wheels for +10 to manouverability. Matches the desk! In fact, it was the remains of the same tin of varnish.

In place and ready for plinthination. Takes up a bit of room, but is still better than the ol’ pair of milkcrates that the breadmaker used to perch upon. All in all, great success! .. Except for the rubbish varnishing job. I’m lazy, and those slats were really hard to get into…

Anyway, just checking in really. I’m hoping to have some actual content on here pertaining to things, but it seems lately I’ll I’ve been doing is complaining. It’s not all bad though really.. if it was it’d be on here. Mostly it’s just irritating. Soon though there will be some positivity – I’ve finally organised the piece of marble I’ve been threatening to aquire for a while. I wish to make a kitchen plinth. Details will come as further developments.. develop. I’m also pondering the new bed base thing again, but that’s rather more up in the air at the minute. I’m thinking less bohemothy than I was last time though. Just some more storage space so thing seem more sparse. Too much shit lying around.. anyone want a motorcycle helmet that’s been in a crash? Mmm, me either. Think I’ll just bin that one.

One thing about the wineboarding – you only get the cheap stuff on here. The nice stuff is drunk off site with friends [I don't entertain here.. far too crummy] and I keep neglecting to photog something while out. If you do ever take any advice from me though, get some Molly Dooker. It’s all fantastic, my highlight being the Two Left Feet. Not sure about the more expensive stuff, I’ve not tried it.. but if the entry level stuff is anything to go by, it’ll knock your socks off. Also they have some US delivery arrangement, so youse sepos out there have no excuse.

As for the ol’ B&E thing, I’ve not forgotten that, I’ve just been doing my own. Some good ol’ fiends tipped me off on a better way to do things in that regard – cook bacon, crack egg into frypan then immediately chuck a nice slab o’ bread on the egg so it cooks into it. Kinda like real easy french toast, only without all the messing around. Crangasmic. Once the egg is cooked, flip it over so the back side toasts (you can have buttered it or, as I like to do, drizzled some olive oil on there) and slick a bit of cheese, the bacon and some chilli sauce on there. That way the cheese melts a bit while it’s in the pan. Do it right, it’s a 10/10 I’d wager.. I’d have to try it with duck eggs fresh from the bum and super nice bacon to be sure, but I can’t see how it could go wrong with the right ingredients. That’s really the key in that sort of thing.

Anyway, should sign off. Hopefully I’ll write again soon, but no promises. T’would clearly be hypocritical to.

…PLS…

Years ago I was reading some fantasy novel where some reptile man creature or something was begging not to be SWORDED to DEATH, which apparently sounded something like ‘plisss… plisss’. Now when I see ‘pls’ or ‘plz’ anywhere, that’s what it translates to in my mindtank – a sort of pitiable plea for clemency from an unnatural, vile creature.

Naturally, the reptile man creature was then SWORDED to DEATH.

For those who aren’t aware, mens’ undies come in packs of seven for what should be fairly obvious reasons. For those who use the standard techniques for ekeing out the maximum wear life of their jocks, a single pack can give nearly a month of undercarriage support. This can be crucial for men who live the lives of action so commonly protrayed in movies and deodourant ads. Personally I end up doing some washing every week, as I don’t have 28 t-shirts with nerd related puns and such (much as some like to believe otherwise). I could probably strech things out to fortnightly wash cycles, but the communal washing machine downstairs isn’t capacious enough to support such frugality. Probably for the best really, especially in summer.

The other pant (to colloquialise the colonialists) related occurance that will occur today is the almost ritualistic removal of the tags from said pants, as I have long been of the opinion that they’re irritating. The fact that this fact is, so far as I know, almost entirely limited to myself is rather useful – when I was living at home (or when I visit now) there was a very easy way to pick my undies from the communal washing pile – mine are the red ones with no tags.

The subject was exposed to Perth for a period of time. One thing was immediately noticed: the subject’s use of his laptop was vastly lower than has been previously observed during similar such experiments. This was put down to the subject’s ipod touch being a surprisingly good way to keep up with the internet when within range of a friendly wireless signal a predominently used for keeping up with twitter, google reader and other such format friendly things. The only downfall in this plan that was noted was the streaming of the Paris Dakar Rally, which now no longer goes anywhere near Paris or Dakar due to TRRSTs in northern Africa. Such a thing has no facility for ipod streaming that was encounted.

Newly introduced to the Perth facility are some chickens that were previously cruelly crammed into cages, yet were purchased and introduced to the on-site vege patch. They took an hour to move once plopped unceremoniously from their transport box [note: investigate similar transportation option for subject vis a vis cost savings] and were very scruffy and sad looking, but now after several weeks they are very energetic, their combs are perky, and most of the vege patch has been decimated. The asparagus seems to have been spared due to their predilection for snoozing under it. After extensive testing, it was determined that the eggs produced to make this mutually beneficial arrangement so smooth are delicious, if occasionally a little funny looking.