See You Next Wednesday
Wednesday, March 30
 
This blog is not a life saving device.

I was going to post some photos I took on my holiday. I selected Upload Image from the Toolbar and followed the instructions about allowing pop-ups until finally my new post was deleted. (What the?) Now when I select Upload Image from the Toolbar I get a pop-up message which says I cannot post pictures on my blog unless I use this thing which posts pictures on my blog. (Well, duh!) Do not hold your breath waiting for me to figure this out.

Also, I have decided not to blog from work any more so I expect posts will return to the irregular pattern of previous years when the title was nonsensical and edgy.

The real meaning of Easter.1

Doing stuff is heaps more fun when you do it with your girlfriend.

[1] Religious festival 2 may vary.
[2] Festival 3 may be secular.
[3] Occasion may not be festive.
 
Wednesday, March 9
 
The times they are a changin’.

To allow comments to be made I have changed the template of See You Next Wednesday. The orange was missing for a few days and I am investigating other touchups. Also, I am going to be out of town for two weeks so updates may or may not occur, we shall see. (Personally, I doubt it.)

Happy times and places.

Friday 11 March: drive to Bulahdelah; stay with Emma. Tuesday 15 March: coach to Sydney; stay with Mikey, Jojo and Nils. Wednesday 16 March: fly to Townsville; stay with Andy, Leone, Luke, Brianna and Sean. Monday 21 March: fly to Sydney; stay with Mikey, Jojo and Nils. Tuesday 22 March: train to Woy Woy; stay with Dad. Thursday 24 March: car to Bulahdelah; stay with Emma. Tuesday 29 March: drive back to Canberra.

Ahead of its time.

Apart from chatting to Emma which needs no elucidation, the highlight of this week was watching the first episode of the new series of Doctor Who. Much kudos to Linda for spotting it on the interweb and loading it down. She is a canny and generous lady.
 
Wednesday, March 2
 
Counting down to the weekend.

I have been practicing my interweb skills with Speedpig. I composed a mix tape for my car but the cassette recorder ate the tape about eight seconds into the first track. Next Week For Sure threw the first grading game (soccer: three to four) on our way back to B grade. I drove to Bulahdelah on Friday.

Two days and three nights in Bulahdelah.

On Saturday Emma and I went for a drive. The track to Treachery Bay was appropriately unsafe to navigate in my Echo. Instead we ate ice cream at Seal Rocks. Then we drove to Taree and visited a gallery before seeing Constantine* at the movies. On Sunday we went for a couple of walks around town; pretty much the same walk twice as there isn’t much town. If you want more information I may cry because now we are five hundred kilometres apart again.

Meanwhile, at the cattery.

While I was away Linda redecorated the surfaces with dustfreeness and adorned the office with a new and speedy computer. Huzzah! Now I am practicing my interweb skills with Blackpig. (Actual name of computer may vary.)

Other people’s memes.

Ten things I've done that I don't think anyone reading this has
1. Kicked chips off Stonehenge. (Sorry Andrew)
2. Climbed on a Henry Moore sculpture.
3. Corrected a dislocated knee (mine) by falling on it.
4. Dissected a cadaver.
5. Eaten whale meat.
6. Quaffed a yard of beer in one go.
7. Received an offer of homosexual sex in exchange for drugs.
8. Operated a hand puppet for children’s television.
9. Driven for more than a kilometer while looking in the glove box.
10. Walked from Inverness to Culloden (and back).

Also, I did some quizzes (but the graphics were incompatible with my blog template).

I am nerdier than 14% of all people.

My brain is 46.67% female, 53.33% male:
Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female.
You are both sensitive and savvy.
Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed.
But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve.

What [Eurocentric] religion are you?
Category Unknown
You don't fit into any of the above categories, so perhaps before you get angry or confused, check what other religion(s) you scored the highest on. For example, you might be a Christian-Pagan, or a Discordian-Wiccan. Just use a bit of logic. However, according to this test, you're simply 100% YOU. You don't fit into any of the world's boxes.
All of the possible quiz results for this quiz: Fundamentalist Christian (You scored 0); Holy Roller (You scored 0); Average Christian (You scored 0); True Christian (You scored 0); Modern Satanist (You scored 0); Theistic/Traditional Satanist (You scored 0); Luciferian (You scored 0); Devil Worshipper (You scored 0); Atheist (You scored 0); Agnostic (You scored 0); New Aged/Wiccan (You scored 0); Pagan/Occultist (You scored 3); Discordian (You scored 0); Category Unknown (You scored 7)

*About Constantine.

As a viewer ignorant of the source material (the closing credits confirmed my suspicion it was based on a comic) it seemed, in the end, to resemble a very clever idea and I enjoyed it. However I only saw the end because Emma kept me awake through the character introductions as they vaguely paid lip service to the very clever idea. I suspect if you can cop Keanu Reeves at all it won’t be as good as the comic; and if you can’t then it won’t resemble the comic at all. On the other hand it made me sleepy, I may have missed some things.
 
This may not sound like the snappiest line from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), but it evidently caught the imagination of John Landis, who has worked references to a mythical film of this name into most of his own movies - memorably as the grotty British skinflick watched by an assortment of lycanthropes and zombies in the climax of An American Werewolf in Paris [sic] (1981). Ghastly Beyond Belief, Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman

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