Every time I walk home from work, there’s a particular street lamp that turns off as I pass it. This is actually factual, it happens pretty much every time. Last thursday however, it switch on as I approached. It made me feel something… it made me feel that this instance was a statistically negligible anomoly that will not affect the data trend in the long term.
Jun 17 2011
’09 Mollydooker Shiraz
Finally ‘boarded a Mollydooker. A favourite vineyard, you cannot go wrong there. Try the Two Left Feet, it’s stupendous.
May 02 2011
bins wot are laden wif stuff
Recent events cause me to draw attention to this old photo I took in 2005:
Fur de lulz.
Mar 28 2011
failure to tech
Barklars, meerkats and frustrated weasels all, it’s spelunking time again.
So it seems it’s been a tech failure time for me again recently. It kind of began with my Xbox 360 dying just past its warranty in December, though that’s a stretch – I was really fine until the past few weeks (except for that breadmaker thing). On saturday however the video card in my PC shat itself with what can only be known as pizazz – there were funky colours happening during POST and subsequent hardware check, and weird characters floating about in the BIOS. It did get to Windows briefly, albeit with severely messed up visuals, before crashing into oblivion. Long story short, I bought a cheapie ATi 5570 to get be by, set my CPU back to standard clock speeds and also had to chuck my RAM back into single channel to fix some further crashing. It’s been quite annoying all up, I must say. Some further tweaking was required though, as there was a funny line intermittently flickering down my other monitor – seems it wanted to indicate that there was some movement on one of the screens. Killing the software overclock that was on by default seemed to calm that though, so I’m back to functionality – albeit with absolutely no fancy enhancements on anything at all. My PC it seems is bored of fancyness and wants to live a humdrum life in obscurity. Maybe I should turn it into a POS kiosk or other such hardware hell. That’ll learn it…
The other annoying failure recently involves The Beastie, though its not entirely its fault. The poor thing has been neglected of late as I’ve been putting off replacing a bunch of things on it for various reasons. One of the reaons is that some prick tried to steal it, and in the process destroyed the ignition barrel so I’ve not been able to ride it. (Who steals a postie bike, honestly..) On Saturday I aquired the replacement part, this morning I installed it so I could ride it to work… but it wouldn’t start. Frustrated, I decided I was already a bit too late to be troubleshooting so I leapt upon the wee bonnie was off. I discovered this afternoon once I was back home that it was just refusing to play ball due to sitting about too long – a few kicks after checking for a spark, it was away. ‘Tis a little rattley though.. might have to check the tappet gaps.
Here’s hoping my tech holds out for a little longer.. I’ve gotten rather fond of having it around. Oh, and also, three toobz later and the rear tyre on my bicycle still refuses to hold air for more than a week. It’s rather frustrating to say the least. Hulk rage.
Mar 07 2011
let them eat bread
I recently purchamachased a breadmaker, thus beginning a benign and relatively humdrum series of events entitled (with much ridiculous grandiousity) The Breadmaker Saga. Read on to learn more, bemused reader.
It was a dark and stormy moment in time somewhere in the world, but in Sydney it was sunny and humid. I decided ‘this is the day.. I’m going to buy a breadmaker!’ My travels took me to the local Breville factory seconds outlet, but they didn’t carry the model I wanted. My next few stops left me similarly empty-handed, so I gave up and went home.
The following day however turned out much more fruitful. With quarry sighted (after I asked where the breadmakers were.. nowhere near the toasters?!) and firmly grasped, I approached the register and went through the usual rituals. Once firmly ensconced into the back of The Beastie, we were off home and into a world of bread! Or so I thought….
Once Sir Breadmakerton was placed upon it’s plinth, I put it to work. Initial results were positive, and tasty! Much lunch was provided for, in sammich form. However, things soon took a more sinister turn. It seems my next attempt, with new measuring apperatus contained not enough flour, and lo – there was FAILBREAD. So aghast was El Breadmakersaurus at such a failure, it simply gave up. When I switched it back on later for another attempt, I was met with E:03. Further attempts on following days were met with a similar refusal, so an exchange for a more willing unit was arranged.
Breaddus Makerus MkII was brought home much fanfare and great hope for breaddy goodness.. and we were not disappoint! Genesis loaf the second was a definate success. One thing that has been noted during this saga is that I might need a bigger toaster. I’ll have to take a slice into some toaster stores and try some out. I’m sure they won’t mind, what good is visiting a showroom and not trying out the goods? The most recent bread has some garlic and chilli masala in it.. I’ve yet to try it out, but its inception was not without its problems.. this time there was too much rising. Ahh well – its tastyness will be measured tomorrow. For now, have some more pictures.
Mar 05 2011
2008 Clancy’s Cab Sauv Merlot
A great quaffer, solid and flavourful. Try it with some anything.
Feb 06 2011
quests
I set out today to achieve something, and achieve something I did. I bought some, wait for it, more undies. Yes, it was time. There’s a very specific thing I look for in a pack of undercrackers, and that is a red pair. There’s just something about red undies that matters. They have at times and bedrooms past been a source of amusement, which definitely helps, but I think there’s also something about the fact that wearing red undies means my genitalia is that much faster. They also match my red socks, worn mostly for motorcycling so I can change gear and actuate the rear brake faster. (As an aside, I should probably get some red gloves.. it’s the front brake that slows you much moreso than the rear.)
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.
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