See You Next Wednesday
Wednesday, December 28
 
Season's greetings. Feed the world.

I visited my pa for his birthday on 22 December. It rained a lot and we watched Private Schulz. Then we both visited Jo, Koko, Mikey and Nils for Christmas. On the trip we saw a caravan flip over on the freeway. It was sunnier in Sydney than Woy Woy so we ran around in the park a bit. Later we watched some Ripping Yarns, Tales from Earthsea and Hercules Returns. On Boxing Day I visited my ma; I filleted a trout and we watched The Doctor, the Widow and the Wardrobe and Red Dog.

My current Internet peeve is search engines which do things such as: when presented with "Four Weddings", return Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer as the most likely candidate and place Four Weddings and a Funeral outside the top five (or, when presented with "news 23 December 2011 caravan F3", return an NSW RTA media release from 2004 about driving safely).

See You Next Wednesday is ten years old today.
(Note to self: post this today.)
 
Tuesday, December 20
 
Let’s see if this still works.

On Friday my car had its 200Mm service; it will have to go back in the new year for a “clutch kit”, I am told. The service engine light came back on* about half an hour after I drove away. While my car was being serviced I went to the dentist; I have to go back in the new year to clean up some decay and touch up a couple of fillings. Then I did my Christmas shopping which I managed not to complete despite using a list; some people will be getting new year’s gifts this season. In the evening I went to the Impro ACT end-of-year event. Brad, Dave, Heidi, Marco, Nick, Ruth and I did a long-form format Heidi had developed in our class called Homeward which was great fun. Other people watched and clapped at the end and said it was fun to watch too, which is nice.

On Saturday Alex, Ash, Gavin, James, Morgyn, Shy and Terence helped James move to his recently bought house. There were two trailers and some stuff had been moved already so it was not a lot of work, but it expanded to fill the time available. Once there were two people loading furniture onto a trailer while five people stood in the driveway watching them and a funny person said “Hooray! Teamwork!” James bought pizzas for lunch and Danica bought icy-poles too, which is nice.

On Sunday I got my Heroclix out of the shed but I’m not allowed to play with them until I’ve finished my Christmas gift wrapping, which will probably be in the new year. In the afternoon I played in Mike’s Arthurian Amber game with Chris, Julie, Justin and Shy. Mike runs games differently to how I am used to games being run: players keep their character secrets secret, NPC motivations change as the real world requires, character development is prescribed by the GM. We received experience and although I got the least amount, and I’m not sure how to use it, I am sure I have more than I will need, which is nice.

That was another good day.

* The service engine light has been on constantly since the NRMA replaced the “compressor and lines”, except for an intermittent period over two days after Toyota checked it and determined it was a “stressed sensor”. This time it was a “historical code” and the “buffer was flushed”. Yet it returns...
 
Tuesday, December 13
 
Goodbye Uncle Henry.

Uncle Henry died. I think my dad is now the oldest living person in his family. For reasons I'm also not going to write about, it's sadder than I care to write about.
 
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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