Since we don’t live by politix alone (I sincerely hope), what did people get up to this weekend? Join in, share some tales, regulars and lurkers all!
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I was extremely lazy. I read the papers, ate ice-cream, drank two G&Ts and avoided my mother.
Drank a hundred cups of coffee ( would be beer if i was drinking) , rearranged study to avoid doing thesis, got guilts about not doing thesis. Felt quiet hope about American election. Worried about ill family member. Saw film ‘How to lose friends and alienate people- disappointing. Contemplated life when twins arrive. Then contemplated some more…
A bit of work, a nice brunch, also tried to take in the Newtown Festival but it was insanely busy. Did watch the Rachel Maddow Show on vodcast, of course it goes without saying that I’m insanely in love with her.
Phil and I have the Rachel Maddow thing in common – I am so glad they’re podcasting the entire show now.
Apart from that, it was houses and cars for me. There was an open house at the place I’m selling, so I vacated the premises and went to take a test drive – the Peugeot 308 is noice. Then started looking at brick colours for the townhouse I plan to build – am I the only person who finds deciding on brick colours incredibly difficult?
And then, a little bit of work – not enough to fell on top of things, yet enough to feel like I didn’t have a complete weekend off.
Planted a heap of stuff in the garden, including some red paste chilis, 10/10 on the heat scale!
Hi everybody.
So… anything interesting been happening lately?
Went to work to do the work I don’t do while I drive vast distances to go to things I have to go to as part of work. Well, it makes sense to me…
Came home, scrubbed off all the bugs that accumulate on the car on acccount of vast distances, etc etc etc.
Started a batch of ginger beer. That’ll be good.
Missed dog obedience to go and check out my brother’s new place in Mirboo north. Awesome little house, beautiful town. Went for a walk along the shady Mirboo-Boolarra Rail trail, but didn’t do the whole thing. It’s more suited to biking. A red fox came out of the undergrowth and I stayed very still while he trotted to within a few metres of me. Then he saw me and fled.
Attempted to learn 13 weeks worth of algorithm analysis in 13 hours.
Yet again xkcd really hits the mark.
A fox, Helen? Lucky you.
I went to a thirty year school reunion today. Bloody amazing what hair dye is doing to a generation. We looked terrific.
Took the Halfwit Hound to the vet Friday on account of a giant swelling that appeared on the right side of his snout next to his nose. Dumb Dog had to be knocked out and have some surgery done on the lump which was suspected of harbouring a grass seed. No joy so sent home with lump and antibiotics. We’ve to let The Lump swell to giant proportions if it returns post tablets and then whisk Dumb Dog into the vet for lancing and hopefully Lump disappearance.
Yesterday read papers and generally did sod all. Steak sangers for tea and slumbering in front of the box after watching Trial & Retribution and then had at least 4 attempts at finding out who dunnit on recorded programme. Finally, stood up to see the last 10 minutes and staggered off to bed.
More of the same today except did some blogging and made soup.
Took the Halfwit Hound to the vet Friday on account of a giant swelling that appeared on the right side of his snout next to his nose. Dumb Dog had to be knocked out and have some surgery done on the lump which was suspected of harbouring a grass seed. No joy so sent home with lump and antibiotics. We’ve to let The Lump swell to giant proportions if it returns post tablets and then whisk Dumb Dog into the vet for lancing and hopefully Lump disappearance.
Yesterday read papers and generally did sod all. Steak sangers for tea and slumbering in front of the box after watching Trial & Retribution and then had at least 4 attempts at finding out who dunnit on recorded programme. Finally, stood up to see the last 10 minutes and staggered off to bed.
More of the same today except did some blogging and made soup.
I’m not sure why it’s happening, but when I hit the submit button the comment is posted twice. The first time I thought I had the stutters, but not so this time round.
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more pillow talk
diference between a prostitute, a lover, and the wife?
the prostitute says “faster faster”, the lover says “slower slower”, and the wife says “beige…I think I’ll paint the ceiling beige”
Saturday went to den haag to see some real Martin Escher prints. What a guy. Never thought I’d see that stuff in my lifetime.
Spent the sunday wondering WTF I let myself in for more study, and doodled around with more material.
Sunday was laundry day, then to the pub for some bluegrass and other entertainment.
I celebrated the Coronation of the Fifth King of Bhutan by eating half my bodyweight in chilli.
I had my adventure at the vet’s as well. My dog was bitten by another at the beach, resulting in a hole the size of a golf ball, which needed ten stitches. Ouch! The bite was right up under her belly, so I didn’t even notice for about ten minutes and it didn’t seem like much a bite. Consequently, I can’t get the other dog owner to help pay the bill. $300. The problem with whippets is that their skin is really thin, so if a dog’s tooth connects with them it can just rip like cheap cotton.
My vet session was Saturday morning. Friday night I noticed that #1 cat had a swelling on the side of his face that made him look like the elephant man. $311.50
If I believed in astrology I’d say there was some sort of sick creature planet alignment. If only pet insurance weren’t so expensive.
Fine,
poor bloody little whippets. I had one in the late 70s early 80s, it ran under the front end of a moving car and came out the back end,and ended with a gash in its back showing a vein. Poor little thing was in shock for nearly a week – ie, sat on a big bean-bag without moving and had to have all its food and drink brought to it and snarled at the cat. IMHO, they’re up there with chihuahuas.
Now, the weekend. Over the weekend was reading, and am still reading David Andress’s 1789: The Threshold of the Modern Age. Excellent. He even makes constitutional historysound interesting. Usual TV fare. loved Crocodiles and Friends on Sunday night. The kids next door were in for a while using the computer, playing some fast-speeding car game. (I don’t even think about computer games). Also worked on updating the bibliography for my book. Now have worked out most of the essential texts I need for the American side of it, but still need to list articles. Haven’t done enough work I fear on the London side post 1783 or on the First Fleet after 26 January 1788.. (Though I do have all the books and the articles, unless there’s been a massive amount published in the past 2 years. Mr. Rudd’s stimulus package is a Send from somewhere.)
j_p_z
wasn’t there a bit of a fuss over your way, last week? We heard the noise over here: would youse all mind turning down the volume on your party sound gear and limiting fireworks to before midnight? Otherwise we’ll just have to phone the cops, OK? What?? That was cops dancing in the street???!!! Jeez.
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Paul Burns, they are very sensitive dogs. The skin thing is very scary. I knew one who got half skinned when bolted off and got caught on a fence. Mine doesn’t seem to upset. I left her this morning chewing on a bone.
Kyneton to Ballan via Trentham Falls.
Why do bike manufacturers specify 53-39 doubles on bikes sold to the general public?
R0bert – So that we can laugh at weekend trundlers with $5000 bikes. It’s a good point though.
Robert Merkel wrote:
Robert, you do know about the 10 other gears at the other end?
My bike ended up in the shed for some work since the shifting at the rear was getting crunchy and I could hear the chain skipping occasionally on the jockey wheels. The little plastic jockey wheels were almost entirely covered in mud and sand which was making the chain skip about. Pulled it all to bits, cleaned it and re-greased it, bent the cages back to something resembling straight and now it shifts like new again.
I then made the fatal mistake of washing the bike, which I should do more often since it gets very dirty being used every day, but was horrified to find a crack in the paint around the bottom bracket. My guts dropped through the floor at the thought of being without this hunk of aluminium and carbon fibre. Scraping the paint off a tiny bit showed it was *only* in the paint which is a huge relief. Hopefully I can find a bright orange, metal flake nail polish somewhere. I blame having to sprint past the magpies (which thankfully have finally abated this week).
David: sure I do. But in any kind of rolling hill country, it’s not at all uncommon for there to be short stretches of 10%+ hills. Getting up those, even in the lowest gear, on a 53/39 is a world of unnecessary hurt unless you are a 60kg mountain goat.
Maybe Robert, you don’t need a 50/34 with granny like 23 at the rear like my Orbea. It’s like being stationary and is almost totally unusable using the 34-23 combo.
David, either you’re very fit, or there aren’t any steep hills where you live. Where are you based?
Armidale. It’s more rolling terrain rather than proper hills (although there are a couple of nasty ones here and there). Not sure about being very fit, although being on the bike every day (even if it’s just the relatively short commute) seems to help overall. I swore I’d ride through the entire winter and with one or two exceptions I did just that, although the morning after the minimum temp was -13c was a real struggle
New York City, Center of the Universe… (Jonathan Larson, ‘Rent’)
Spent too much of Saturday in the cold, heavy rain in Times Square trying to work out 1. What show we were going to see; 2. What would be the cheapest way to get tickets to that show, and; 3. Where the hell do we go to get out of the rain. Tempers were very frayed and the answers were 1. The Little Mermaid (couldn’t sell the 10yo on ‘Spamalot’ and couldn’t sell anyone on Patti LuPone in ‘Gypsy’. Philistines, the lot of them…); 2. Time Sq Information centre (not cheap, but warm and dry) and; 3. The Metropolitan museum of Art, where we saw Van Gogh’s Irises, which led to me trying to explain Alan Bond to the kids. My heart was warmed by the sight of a lonely Mondrian in a corner of the Modern collection and my daughter decided when she is asked to copy a master in art class, she’ll be choosing ol’ Piet :^).
Today, Sunday, it was bright, sunny and freezing. Well, it was 8ºC. Which is close enough to freezing for my thin Brisbaney blood and delicate constitution. Wandered some streets, bought some stuff from a street market in Madison Ave. Took a horse drawn cab ride through a corner of Central Park and saw “The Little Mermaid” (‘I want to go where the people are. I want to see, want to see them dancing. Walking around on those… whaddya call ‘em? Oh yeah, feet.’) Then met our friends for dinner at “Carmine’s” which was unbelievably great. A raucous Italian place that looks like it’s barely been painted since the 1920s and serves ‘family style’ food, which means a single ‘main’ comes on a serving plate and is big enough to feed five hungry adults. And you have to shout at the person sitting next to you to be heard over the background noise. Just delightful.
Can’t wait to come home though. Wifey doesn’t share my unbridled enthusiasm for The City and it’s somewhat frustrating with two kids who haven’t really had a full night’s sleep in almost three weeks.
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Helen: I played in the 1956 Mirboo Nth premiership side. Went back for the re-union [50th] and the current side played Boolara. Big weekend. I was a timber feller then using peg and raker crosscut saw and axe and if you’d walked out to the Darlimurla Rd to the “Big Tree” you’d have seen what we regularly left behind for seed trees. No such thing as clear felling sustainable forests then. Most of the forest I worked was replaced with radiata pine and has since been harvested several times. That’s Silver Creek Pine plantation. The Mountain Hut Rd I camped on for two years was alive with Lyrebirds that imitated all the sounds of the cutting, felling and splitting as well as all of the other birds. A highway to Morewell has replaced the old road. The Strezleci Forest National Park is the tiny remains of what was once a truly magnificent part of the country.