Anthony Malloy Between Coffees

Wow, two good mail days in a row - this must be a record. Today my collectors edition box set of Dr Who turned up at the PO Box - even though Amazon UK are telling me they are just about to ship it and I should expect it by Christmas eve.

Tomorrow I just know it’s going to be all bills.

Don’t you love it when you have a good mail day?

Today in the post I received my student ID card, a cheque, a voucher and a DVD with two Canucks games on it. Combine that with a great flood of good catalogues and I’m in post box heaven.

Aussie readers, do yourself a favour. Ignore the promos that the idiots at Channel 10 have put together (did anyone there actually watch the show?) and start watching Veronica Mars tonight (Channel 10, 7:30). You can thank me after the final episode.

We’re over the moon - Steve just called to let us know that he and Veronica have had their baby. They were just here for dinner on Tuesday night so we got to see them before they are permanently exhausted. Mum had a tough time but is doing well, baby is fine and Dad is over the moon.

Well done to both of you and welcome to the world Jonathan Kevin Wills, even though they are Carlton supporters you couldn’t ask for better parents.

Oh man. Here I am, typing from home as I’m going in to work late today ’cause I’m working back late tonight. At least I was going in to work until I made the mistake of going outside just now.

Will someone call work please and let them know I’ll be in again when winter rolls around.

Bruce Springsteen must die, but only so he can spin in his grave.

Yesterday Rae was giving Bert his bottle and for a bit of noise she had some music video show on. I walked in to see Australian-Idol-Not-Quite-A-Winner Shannon Noll’s latest clip. Fair enough, he’s performing live on stage. Instantly forgettable song…hang on one goddam minute!

Yes. There she is. An adoring fan up the front of the stage (who, by the way, had just snuck in to the concert without paying - I wonder if she downloads illegal copies of Shannon’s MP3s too?). What’s that? Shannon reaches down and pulls her up on stage. She’s shocked and can’t believe her luck as she starts dancing with her ‘idol’. Dear god woman, you aren’t Courtney Cox and he isn’t even remotely The Boss. What a crime that most kids watching won’t even realise what a second rate knock off this piece of dross is.

Shame Shannon, shame. You, sir, are no Bruce Springsteen and shouldn’t even pretend to be.

Please, Rae and I are struggling.

Help us with a big problem.

No need to hope any more, I’m heading back to uni via distance education.

There’s a pile of paperwork (I’d forgotten about that bit and how much uni’s thrive on paper) sitting on the kitchen table ready to post off to Charles Sturt University tomorrow that will have me enrolled in the Bachelor of Information Technology starting next February. I’ve had a look at the course and a major in Online And Web Based Systems looks the way to go.

It feels great to know I’m going back, and fingers crossed by the time Bert is in Grade 1 and Stink is half way through secondary school I will have that lovely bit of paper hanging over my desk.

Anybody know someone out there who may be able to decipher my midnight pencil sketch in to a few lines in Illustrator?

A while back I mentioned that I had applied to head back to uni. It had been all quiet on the study front until this weekend when I received the oddest email.

It was the uni sending me a student ID number and login details for their distance student site with the disclaimer right at the bottom ‘This is not an offer of admission’. How weird - “here, pretend to be a student until we make up our mind”. I’m hoping this means that before too long that offer may arrive and I can get started on my degree. Until then I’ll have a play and see what I can see.