I'm going out. I may be some time.

My computer (at home) has a memory error and will not boot up. I don't plan to spend any money on the problem until I get back from London (in May). I may not post anything here ever again.  ¶ 12:49 0 comments

  Bisy Backson

Seasons Greetings.  ¶ 14:47 0 comments

  One of these weekends was not like the other.

S Happy birthday Linda.

S Happy birthday Doctor Who.

M Congratulations to the six guys who beat our full strength team at indoor cricket. Special mention for the two guys who hit twenty-eight runs off me, my worst over in twenty years of playing.

T In Jonathan's Golden campaign my character sacrificed one hundred thousand experience points and dropped seven levels. I like to think he saved the rest of the party from being irrevocably dead, but now we'll never know.

W You know, like, stuff and junk.

T I am not telepathic. At least, not enough to do the job expected of me by some of my colleagues. The epitome was the request to correct a spelling error which involved seven staff before it was deciphered.

F The First Annual Belly Dancing Competition had spectacular dancing and atrocious organization (and Monica was robbed).

S The Caravaggio exhibition at the Art Gallery of New South Wales was also spectacular.

S Congratulations to Andrew and Dave for achieving the fifty kilowords required by Nanowrimo.  ¶ 12:41 0 comments