House crawling.

No house yet; but the numbers look okay for the loan, when it is needed.

I am still not inspired to write much.

(See.)  ¶ 18:23 0 comments

  No buzz today,

my tubes has gone away.
the weblog stands forlorn,
a symbol of the pr0n.
No buzz today,
it seems a common site.
But people surfing by
Cant has teh reason why.

That didn't work as well as it might.  ¶ 16:47 1 comments

  More buzz.

I'm going to the bank next week to find out how much we can borrow. It creates a highly variable deadline for so many, many other things. It's a new kind of anxiety.  ¶ 18:04 2 comments

  What's the buzz?

Started looking at houses. There's a long way to go.

(My blog fu is on the wane. You may have noticed.)  ¶ 19:59 0 comments

  Too slow.

I saw a movie and played some games and nearly forgot to write about it...  ¶ 22:44 0 comments

  My long weekend.

Last week I went to Armidale to watch Emma-Jean graduate with a Master of Arts degree in Applied Linguistics.
"Emma-Jean is clever,
Emma-Jean is my friend;
She's my clever friend."
On Saturday I saw Whip It with Bob, Bryce, Emma-Jean, Gavin and Mark. On Sunday Connor, Dave, Emma-Jean, Fiona, Gavin, Jacky, Jimbo and I took Simon wine-tasting to celebrate his birthday; which was nice.  ¶ 17:42 0 comments

  It's not easy yet.

On the weekend I dug up Dan and Kristine's garden with Bryce, James, Narayan, Shy and Terence. Yesterday I played Dungeons & Dragons with Dave, Emma-Jean, Gavin, Jimbo and Simon. Tomorrow I'm going to go to Armidale to see Emma-Jean graduate; she is officially Very Clever. Linda has nearly beaten World of Warcraft. Hoorays for friends!

Also,

Many happy returns of the day, Simon.  ¶ 16:27 2 comments

  Happy birthday, Ma.

Many happy returns of the day.  ¶ 17:52 0 comments

  Day off.

I've had all day to write this one.

Happy birthday, Doctor von Thomson.  ¶ 11:31 0 comments

  The boxes are still here.

I went into the box room the other day and found a computer monitor which was overlooked when I took five computers, four printers, two monitors and a crate of peripherals to the tip. It wasn't a small one either; the box is a fifty centimetre sided cube. I wonder how I missed it - then I reconsider just how much material has been gathered here and despair. It's been rainy so I haven't been in the shed. (It was a bit sunny, but I used that to mow the lawn.)

Generally I have been coasting along on the happiness achieved by lowered expectations; barring crisortunities I can do this for years. One day, soon, I hope, I will do something remarkable. On that day, or shortly after, I will remark upon it here. I'm not holding my breath however, for that way lies disappointment and fainting. If your lungs can't exchange anticipatrons for carbon dioxide I suggest you also keep your diaphragm undulating.

(I have used 'I' too much for my liking, but writing them out would take too long and it would probably never get posted.)  ¶ 17:37 0 comments

  Someone else said it better.

"It's too late for the government to train me to be a weapon. For someone to approach me on the street, and to tell me I match a certain profile. I probably won't even learn another language well enough to speak it fluently. Giant crazed attack dogs won't ever suddenly act like scared puppies when they see me. I won't ever be a grandmaster of chess, either. I don't think at this stage I can even reasonably expect to make Expert. There are some things I regret as I get older, I guess. There are a ton of traditional ways to be bad-ass, and I missed the boat. But that's okay."
- Joey Comeau  ¶ 07:27 1 comments

  That time already?

Still vaguely ill; also, melancholic. I have noticed recently that if you tell someone you are feeling better they (may) assume you are completely well again... stuff about people saying "how are you"... dualism ... I'm not going to be able to put this into proper sentences today, but I don't want to delete it now I've started.

Sweet dreams.  ¶ 18:18 1 comments