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Okay who tripped over and broke the internet?

Sorry for the outage on this (and other blogs rae, marita, jen and trish) over the past 24 hours or so and any mail sent to me has probably disappeared under the carpet of some backroom in the net never to be seen again.

The highly technical description is that something went wrong somewhere. That something could have been me being an idiot or that a computer did something somewhere it shouldn’t have. I know, I know, most likely it was ’cause I’m an idiot but I’m clinging to the second option. Anyways, we’re all back online so what’s there to complain about?

During this brief break from my email account I have discovered just how good Gmail can be – and what’s more I can invite someone else to grab an account to so if you want one now drop me a line.

Germs. That’s what we’re talking about. Germs on Phee.

Every now and then our Princess Vacant just forgets to wash her hands, no matter how many times we yell and scream it just doesn’t seem to be on the ‘Important Things I Must Do Without Thinking’ register.

This has become increasingly frustrating so tonight I had an idea (yep, that’s mine for this year used up already). I grabbed the jar of Vegemite and spread some over her hands. After going through ten minutes of me saying ‘pretend this vegemite is germs’ followed by her saying ‘but it’s Vegemite, it’s not germs’ it slowly dawned on her what I was trying to get at. For an artistic kid she can be very literal.

So she set the table, opened doors, rubbed her face, touched plates and so forth for a while. We then went back and looked at where the germs (‘but it’s really only Vegemite’) had been put and how they moved on to me when I touched the same places. Finally she seemed to get it.

So I then made her go and clean up the mess. Fancy leaving Vegemite all over the place like that. Honestly, that child.

Time for a retraction. Regular readers (you know who you are, both of ya) may remember my lament for pizza past. Well, I am happy to report that A Miracle in South Kingsville ©®™ has transpired; JB’s Pizza has got its pizza making mojo well and truly back.

We gave them one last chance a while back and we’re now glad we did, they may be charging a whole extra dollar for a pick-up now ($7.50) but the new oven must be making a difference. They still have no idea how to deal with customers but the pizza has returned to it’s former glory.

Now if only we could get back our cool cafe all would be well with the world.

Phee has her first school assignment and, just like her dad, has left (for her, it’s a matter of forgotten) about it until the night before. Not even I could be hypocritical enough to growl at her for doing what comes naturally, It’s now 20 minutes past her bed time and she’s no where near finished. Rae’s sitting at the table cutting out letters and, um, ‘providing encouragement’.

My role in this is to cower in the office with headphones on and provide the occasional cup of tea to the worlds best mum; next time I don’t think I’ll get off so easily.

My name is Tony and i am a jersey addict.

I picked up my fifth hockey top this weekend so now as well as the Canucks home, away, third and retro styles I have the Team Canada away jersey. If I can pick up the Canucks training jersey and Team Canada alternate I’ll have one for each day of the week. I thought it must be an illness and according those who should know (Hi Catherine and Chris) it’s F42.1 Predominantly compulsive acts (obsessive rituals).

Well done google.com.au.

ANZAC Day, 2004

Woo Hoo! I’ve just got one of the most prized possessions on the net at the moment – a Gmail account!

Thanks to a heads up from Daniel I’ve made it into the Beta testing. Drop me a mail at awmalloy a.t gmail d.o.t com. If their publicity is right I may never delete it!

As we love to do every now and then we went for a stroll around the Queen Victoria Market this morning. We were ambling along when an announcement came over the speakers.

It was a womans voice and suddenly Phee was very excited, she stopped and turned around and asked, with eyes wide open, “Is that the Queen?”.
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The pity about a bit of effort in the third quarter and the pity about the disgusting reaction of fans is that it will detract from just how indescribably terrible Richmond were tonight. But what can we do? Mark Robinson claims action has to be taken now, and makes an argument for that action to be taken now. Come clean Tiges and tell us what’s wrong with Coughlan then give him however long her needs off to recover, send Gasper to Coburg to find his form, drop the non performers, we have nothing to lose. Surely it can’t get any worse.

Mind you I’m not upset, nor heart broken and surprsingly my spirit is still intact. After all, how can you feel anything when your team loses by 75 points, making a losing aggregate of 225 (or so) for the past four games?

It’s a bottomless pit we find ourselves in, a tunnel with no light at the end and sadly I feel there is no hope. They should remember their membership ad from a couple of years ago. “If you don’t bother turning up, why should we?”
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