honey... have you seen my horrible red and yellow beach shirt?

angel angel sea YEAH angel angel sea YEAH angel angel sea YEAH angel angel sea YEAH






(That's my "We're going to Angelsea on the weekend because Anna is awesome" dance).

I am awesome

I picked it. From the opening scene I picked it.

All I had to work with was an assassin's gun sights trained on a blonde swimming in a roof top pool and I picked it as being Dirty Harry.

I rule.

Officially a cycle commuter once more

Barring unforeseeable screwy stuff happening in the next 5 hours which might render me incapable of going home on the bike I rode here I can safely call myself a bike commuter now because I...

...have ridden to work each day this week!! I got a perfect 10!

You know how it is - there's always some reason each week why you don't ride on at least one day. But this week I managed a perfect no-driver. This marks my transition from injured sap forced to succumb to Steel Cage Travel back to fully self-reliant normal person.

In corresponding news I think that the bill to fix my real bike is going to be under $150 - I had bought a $75 rear derailleur, but it turns out that I only really need the $20 hanger so I returned it. That's like getting $55 of free stuff!! I'm thinking about cadence measuring computers or uncracked helmets.

I've got a fancy new bright blue rear tyre. Now all I need to do is take her to a LBS and say "Put her back together. I need to ride her this weekend like she's never been ridden."

Late night drunken IM pocket knife goodness!

me: i played guitar in dan's shoe

set list

Tania: what set list

just impro?

me: set list

???

don't you know?

Tania: i didn't get a messag about that

me: very big deal

Tania: is it a tv show?

me: dan had a show

3 weeks

Tania: ok...,

3 shows

me: 100% impro music

Tania: on channel 31?

11:45 PM me: each night in one genre

live

Tania: fun :(

me: folk

Tania: :)

me: then jazz

Tania: where abouts?

me: then rock last night

trades hall

Tania: ooh

lots of people?

you there each night>

me: wendy came to last night but beth was sick

yes

i rocked out

Tania: cool, poor beth

nice one!

me: I was, like, integral to the success

Tania: bloody oath

you been playing some more then?

me: (yes, beth's ears still bursting. v.bad)

Tania: at home i mean

ow

me: more? at ALL

11:46 PM 1 month ago I couldn't even play for an hour at t time

Tania: well, you said a few months ago that you'd picked up the guitar

me: last night: rocking the house

zackly

Tania: so, if you've picked it up again since, that's 'more'

me: which is why is was so cool that I could string together a solo

me: oh oh oh oh oh

so!!!!

OMFG OMFG OMFG

11:48 PM I had the pcket-knifer's WET DREAM!!!

like... wow

song #2

broken string

Tania: what's a pcket-knifer?

me: (I'd gotten money from beth's mum for a pocket knife)

(and I've found a 'mechanic' brand)

11:49 PM (You have to scour the globe for these things. not available in australia)

Tania: your new pocket knife has guitar gizmos on it

me: (they come with pliers and wire cuttters)

I broke a string in song #2

Tania: i need pliers

me: and then they played apiano song while I dashed outside, repaired string with my PLIERS and WIRE CUTTERS and show didn't skip a beat.

I

rule

11:50 PM Tania: :D nice one!

me: nice??

nice?!?!?

Tania: tha's the good thing about impro, huh

me: fucking AWESOME one

Tania: hey, there's a smiley and an ! there too

me: I'm going to tell EVERYONE

I'm so psyched

Tania: on the blog?

:)

me: yes

when I get a moment

Sundays are great.

Lying out under the patio on the hammock reading the paper until I fall asleep with a thin rug over my knees to stop my legs from getting cold in the refreshing breeze while the kids watch some daft Seinfeld bee animated movie and when they've watched it twice through they come out and my son climbs into the hammock bringing icy poles for himself, me and his sister as she climbs up on the BBQ to shout "I'm a PIRATE!! Ahoy there!!" wearing just socks and a singlet and the bright morning sun highlights her ragamuffin unruly shock of blond hair.

Sundays are great.

TLE

So I was in a mosh pit last night!!

I saw The Living End with Beth. Well I say with Beth, but she was perched up the front against the barrier so she could watch the whole show, and so that she could score a used drumstick (yay Beth!), while I was up the back trying to explain to the person (who was very sweet about it) that I have to stand in front of SOMEONE (I'm tall).

But then I chased some kids up to the front to join the mosh pit and I did some slam dancing and some moshing and the Living End just rock.

Light!! Aziz! Light!

Light, I've got light in my office!

I come in this morning and my desk light is turned on and pointed on a funny angle. So I changed it. It was still giving off an extraordinary amount of light. So I turned it off. It was STILL light. Then I looked up. LIGHT!!

Aha!!

My boss had been good to his word, he'd moved the flouro fitting from the hall to above my desk - there's light in this office now (ok, hall is dark now but that's an SEP). All this time I've been working in a little dungeon, peering through the darkness into my huge pair of flat LCD screens... talk about eye-strain... but now... LIGHT! I have LIGHT!