LTUAE

... or, for those who have not read (!) the trilogy in five parts: "Life, the Universe and Everything."

This page is a kind of diary that voyeurs may read at their own pleasure. I hope your life is more boring than mine.

Firstly, a disclaimer: The following scribble is a commentary on my life, by me, for (primarily) me, followed by anyone else who cares to read it. You're not obliged to. Really. I hope you enjoy reading it - and please feel free to drop me an email if you do - but if you don't, there are heaps of other personal sites on the web, and good luck to you.

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Sunday, 11th May, 2008

Mike's "tribal" party last night was good fun. I'd initially thought I'd just cheat and wear a loincloth, but at the last minute decided that I'd go on a mad shopping spree and make myself a costume.

The results? See for yourself when I post the photos

Hats off to Ed Hyde-Page, who comfortably wins the award for the most brave-but-stupid action of the night, in picking up an entire burning log (yes, right out of the bonfire) and throwing it back in several seconds later. Fadge and Simon hadn't been planning on a trip to the emergency room, but trips to Logan Hospital's ED late on a Saturday night are always an edifying experience, so I'm sure they didn't mind *too* much...

In other news, I'm a bit irritated with Facebook's RSS importer. Sorry people whom I've tagged in previous notes; it does weird things and occasionally duplicates stuff I've written, which means you get tagged twice - and also means that I have almost 40 notes to go and delete one by one. Grr.

Wednesday, 7th May, 2008

Dinner with Stephen this evening. It was great to catch up - it's been far too long. He's only back in the country for another couple of days, too, before he heads off to Bangalore again.

I know that Intec's offering decent incentives for him to go but after hearing his stories I still don't think I could subject myself to the discomfort of doing the same sort of thing. If I ended up somewhere where I had to shave and clean my teeth with bottled water - and was afraid to shower - I think I'd be on the next flight out.

Still, I'm impressed that he's doing it, and hope that it all goes well. Some of the stories, though...

In other news, there's now a salsa class that runs once every month just outside Zanetti's. I don't know if I'll become a regular, but since it's also on the pizza/pasta night, it might be worth a look...

Monday, 5th May, 2008

Well, I guess there are some good things that come of working on a public holiday. At least I can spare myself five minutes to write a blog post

For one, I've actually managed to get some work done without being interrupted, which has led me to a depressing realisation: I can do more in two hours without being interrupted than I can during a whole normal business day. Bugger :p

The weekend (apart from today) was actually pretty good; breakfast on Saturday morning, and a ride and a BBQ (happy 30th, David!) on Sunday.

Syndia picked up some foam rubber for her briefcase (exam toolkit), and we picked up a few remaining items that she needed (ophthalmoscope, new stethoscope etc) and she spent an hour happily cutting shapes out of the foam to make them all fit. Of course, after she'd finished, she wanted to practise her examination skills, which mean that I got to be poked, prodded and stuck with pins (literally!) once again. Fadge dropped around on Sunday evening, too, which was great - Syndia's eyes lit up at the prospect of another victim, and she promptly started sticking pins into him as well.

In other news, I've been experimenting recently with different ways to publish photos, since I'm sick of having so many stashes of them around the place, so many backups, and so many different ways of tagging people in them. I've tried Flickr; I've tried Picasa; I've tried Facebook and I've even written my own RSS feed generator for uglybugger.org (which fails only because there are too many photos and most feed readers barf).

I'm thinking of settling on Picasa, primarily because it has a really nice Facebook uploading application. What does everyone else do? Anyone?

Thursday, 1st May, 2008

I'm listening to Phantom. Again. Pity I couldn't find an Anthony Warlow version of it, but hey... one can't have everything.

I'm also rather enjoying having a semi-working blog again, too, hence the moderately-inane entries that are probably going to appear over the next couple of weeks. Sorry.

Wednesday, 30th April, 2008

I'm experimenting with importing my blog via RSS into Facebook's Notes section.

If anyone reads this, please let me know if you think it's worth-while

Monday, 28th April, 2008

Awesome weekend.

Six of us (Kim, Khanh, Maddy, Alison, Syndia & I) headed to Heron Island. We spent pretty much the entire time walking along the beach, swimming, snorkelling, exploring the island and generally having a relaxing, almost decadent time of it.

It's a tough life, sometimes...

Sunday, 30th March, 2008

I love the smell of old leathers on a crisp, clear morning.

It makes me think of the Yarra Ranges, the Great Ocean Road, bakeries, cafés and the company of friends.

That's all.

Friday, 22nd February, 2008

Yes, I know this site hasn't been updated for a while. Quite a while, in fact.

I've been more than a little busy. There'll be updates coming as soon as I have time and a usable server.

Saturday, 15th July, 2006

I spent today mostly walking around Dun Laoghaire and Sandycove. Breakfast at Cafe Moka was followed by a walk to the 40-foot (a supposedly-famous swimming area just off Sandycove) and then lunch, coffee and reading a book in the People's Park back in Dun Laoghaire.

The 40-foot was a bit disappointing, I have to admit. I wasn't expecting much in the way of surf or sand given that it's Ireland, after all, but I didn't expect to see people huddling around a piece of ocean, standing on rocks and shouting at each other about how cold the water was and how much fun they were having. Strange.

Syndia's still in Germany, and won't be back until Tuesday. Her parents flew out this morning so she's on her own, and presumably going to do some additional exploring before she leaves. Photos and stories etc when she gets back.

Sunday, 9th July, 2006

What a way to end one's football career. Zinedine Zidane deserves for France to lose after that little display. There are about four minutes left in extra time, and I think the majority of the world's sympathies lie fairly and squarely with the Italians.

Well... after the penalty shoot-out going to the Italians, it looks like Zidane's little dummy-spit may well have cost France the match.

It's a crying shame. It's common knowledge that the Italians are right up there in terms of corrupt dealings and general scumbaggery, but until Zidane lost his rag I thought he was well and truly above falling victim to them. We know Materazzi must have said something pretty shocking to him, but that's just not the way to deal with it.

Australian teams (especially our cricketers) are well-known for sledging their opponents, and on occasion some of our players have crossed the line and been dealt with for it. And yes, on occasion some of them may well have deserved a bloody great head-butt in the chest (or preferably on the nose). But the prize for picking the stupidest time ever to do it has to go to Zidane.

A stellar career and the reputation of an exemplary player have both been irreperably damaged by ten stupid seconds of temper. As I said, it's a crying shame that one of the all-time greats of the game - a man who Ronaldino, no less, approached and congratulated a half-time during the Brazil-France match - will now be remembered for falling prey to sledging by one of the game's known scumbags.

Friday, 16th June, 2006

OK, qafa.org.au and ausfencing.org are both mostly back up.

Not happy, and email's still a mess, but at least we haven't lost any mail. It might take another couple of days to actually make it accessible to people though, so please don't hold your breath.

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