Lucky Moo

Coles have recently released a range of Lego minifig like footy player characters, I think there’s 34 all up. I was shopping yesterday so I bought three packs. Each pack is sealed so you have no idea which of the players is inside, although by now I guess you can probably pick up whomever you want on Ebay.

Anyway….

I held out the three bags and kids each picked one.

You wouldn’t believe it but Moo picked her favourite player straight away. First go she got Jack Reiwoldt and boy, was she happy.

140315-IMG_20140315_161728

But the luck didn’t end there. Mr Henry managed to pick a Bulldog too (although not his favourite). Poor old Bert had to settle for a Saint140315-IMG_20140315_161745.140315-IMG_20140315_161819

Late Tip

It’s back – Tony’s Tipping has just been re-opened for what, I think, is it’s 10th anniversary.

Join up, the less you know about footy the better. http://www.footytips.com.au/comps/TonysT

Richmond

 

140307-IMG_20140307_151855

Model

This morning Henry and I went to the shops. I popped in to Toy World to buy him a Lego minifig and while there I remembered something I had seen with Bert. It’s been a rough week this week with the death of Brone and a crushing work load that ended late on Friday with an email that still has me grumpy for being so wrong and inconsiderate, so I had some fun.

I bought myself a model plane.

I haven’t built a model in what must be 20 years. I have two incomplete helicopters that have been living in the same plastic bag ever since I met Rae and I have vague memories of completing one helicopter when I lived in Kew oh so many years ago. Being rusty I bought a beginners kit that came complete with little pots of paint.

It started off like this

140301-IMG_20140301_110213

and ended up like this.

1393647138265

Not bad for a quick job on a Saturday afternoon. I haven’t applied the decals yet (I’m hopeless at that) but it’s painted and glued and I had a huge amount of relaxing, therapeutic fun sitting at my kitchen table and thinking of nothing else.

I have a funny feeling it won’t take so long to complete the next model and those helicopters may yet see the light of day.

Goodbye Local

I’ve just upgraded my SkyDrive to 75GB, which gives me another 50GB to fill up over the next few years. I now store all my document in the cloud, so much easier to access them whenever and wherever I want using whatever I want. I chose SkyDrive over GoogleDrive as I’m still pretty firmly in the Microsoft eco-system, save for my phone.

I remember I was always incredibly wary of online storage and subscription plans, I was too nervous to fully embrace them until a year or so ago but man, how things change.

I now use these subscription or online apps to run my business and would be lost without them.

  • Office Web Apps for documents
  • Adobe Creative Cloud
  • SkyDrive for file storage
  • Evernote for, well, notes
  • DropBox for sharing files with clients
  • Insightly for project management and CMS
  • Xero for my accounts
  • GoogleApps for Business for my email and calendar
  • Crashplan for external secure backup
  • Visual Studio online
  • Skype for my phone number

I haven’t subscribed to a music service yet, mainly ‘cause I’m old and only listen to about 20 albums on repeat and if I’m feeling adventurous I’ll switch on BBC 6.

A Google Maps Bookmark

This quick post is so I can go back and find the exact date the Google Maps car drove down my street. I wonder if you’ll be able to see me standing outside the front door, phone in hand.

140213-IMG_20140213_122028

Perception

Had an interesting, to me, revelation this morning.

I was at the gym doing my program. My trainer and his client, MA, were working away and using a piece of equipment I needed so I asked if we could share and away we went.

It came MA’s turn and Adam said ‘No rest for you today, Anthony needs this.’.

MA grinned and  then said to me “Oh, can’t you wait, I need the rest, you’re so much fitter than me.”.

It struck me then that MA, who has only known me for a year or so, has no other concept of me. I’m ‘Anthony, the fit guy from the gym’. And for some reason that seems really weird.

The Passion

The balance has shifted in the house to four Dog supporters and two Tigers so the Dogs win in numbers but, man, they can’t compete for passion.

I read today the Tigers are having their last practice match for the pre-season at Punt Rd on March 7.

I called Moo in and it went like this.

“Moo, on March 7th you are at school. There’s a practice game between Richmond and Essendon [eyes pick up] at Punt Road oval [eyes go the size of the moon]…”

“You can pick me up from the office daddy!” – without me finishing or offering.

That girl bleeds yellow and black.

130810-IMG_20130810_132003

A Problem Shared

I love working for myself. I wouldn’t swap it for anything in the world. I get to see my kids at school, I get to growl at them to be quiet when they get home, I can choose what I want to work on and when and the satisfaction is amazing when you complete a project by and for yourself. Not to mention no one complains when I have my music up too loud.

But I do miss the social side of having people around. The chats, doing the quiz at lunch, random games of cubicle badminton that leave lovely black marks on freshly painted walls (*cough* never happened *cough*) and having a fellow developer or programmer to discuss problems with was great.

Today an issue with WordPress templates was driving me insane and, according to Google, no on else in the world had ever experienced the problem. Out of the blue my database guru from the States Skyped me about a project we are working on, which then wandered off in to a chat and then on to my WP problem. As he’s in North Carolina it was a bit hard for him to pop his head over the cubicle so we fired up Team Viewer and nutted out a solution. International office chat, I love it.

Not My Lego

I tried to build a Lego house yesterday and failed. No, not a kit, but one from scratch – it was a total mess.

I think the problem is I don’t know the boy’s Lego. I would have had a similar amount when I was a kid and I would have stored every single piece away in the infinite filing cabinet that is a young boy’s mind. I could search and search for hours, knowing that piece had to be somewhere in the tub and before too long what I had imagined was sitting proudly on my bedroom floor.

Yesterday I was completely lost.. The simple construction I envisaged, most likely using bricks from childhood, became a mishmash of parts that never gelled. I look at Henry who has my Lego recall and I am jealous. He knows exactly what he’s doing and what he has. Maybe I need to take a couple of weeks off and just build, build. If only that was an option.

« Previous PageNext Page »