Update

Car now washed and here’s the proof.

Shiny cars go faster.

Things I learnt washing the car this morning :

Sun is your enemy.
Dirt can be stubborn.
We need more buckets.
Enjo car cleaning gloves rock.
I miss being able to use a hose.
Car washing is easier with 2 people.
You should eat breakfast before cleaning a car.
Red shows up dirt way too easy. My next car will be ‘Mud’ or ‘Dust’ in colour.

Holiday

Okay, last day of my two weeks off, let’s see how I’ve gone.

Billable work – all done.
Number of pages of 1500 page book I wanted to finish that I’ve managed to read : 10
Number of DVDs watched : 0
Number of blog re-designs completed : 0 out of 2
Number of offices cleaned up : .5
Number of times car has been cleaned : 0
Number of times house has had a top-to-bottom clean : 0
Number of lunches in cool locations : 1

Amount (in %) I have enjoyed myself regardless : 100%

Look At Me, I’m Retro

I’ve been searching locally for some old Eurythmics CD’s so today we headed off to JB Hi-Fi to have a look. I was incredibly dissapointed, none to be found and I have my heart set on ‘Revenge’ (Buy at Amazon). Dissapointed, that is, until I turned around and saw them in the ‘Retro – 70’s and 80’s’ section. At least they had ‘Be Yourself Tonight’ (Buy at Amazon) for this old man.

Driven

The Great Ocean Road is long, and very bendy and when you have a new car that hugs the road and you pretend that you and the idiot behind you are in a race and that when the sign says this hairpin bend should be taken at 25 and you take it at 50 ’cause you safely can and this goes on for a 100 kilometres it can be a lot of fun. Trust me.

And when you are wearing a Canucks jersey and run in to a Canadian wearing a Canucks cap at the 12 Apostles and you end up having a good chat about the team’s fortunes you realise the world is a very small place.

And when you finish the day in Footscray with good Vietnamese after lunching in Apollo Bay and coffeeing in Port Campbell you realise that life is pretty good.

(And we couldn’t get a good price for Phee so she’s still with us.)

Home Invasion

We’ve had a home invasion.

Evidence has been found in the laundry, our bedroom and the hall way. This morning I was just in time to catch the culprit running out the back door but he was too quick for me.

Scar Face, a local tom who has designs on our Belter, is becoming bolder and bolder. This week I have caught him in Phee’s room, our bedroom, my office and in the laundry eating our kid’s food. Tom, the big wimp that he is, just sits back and lets him go where as Belter gets a little edgy but realises she would fighting outside her division. When home, we like to let the cats come in and out as they please but if the cheeky bugger keeps up these antics the door may have to stay firmly shut.

Trust Me

I can’t believe this.

I earn my money with computers. I eat sleep and breath the internet all day every day. I have owned a computer of one form or another for almost 20 years.

And I am an idiot.

When I bought my latest Palm I was really disappointed with it’s battery life. One problem was that it wouldn’t recharge on the cradle I have here at home. At work, not a problem – it’d juice up in a few minutes but no matter what I did here it just wouldn’t recharge. I even emailed Palm to register a complaint but nothing came of that.

Seeing as how I will be away from the office for a couple of weeks I thought I’d better bring the recharging cradle that works home with me. Plugged it in today, switched on my Palm and…nothing.

Twist wires, plug, unplug, swap, swear but still it didn’t work.

Then it dawned on me.

I crawled under the desk, unplugged the colour printer and plugged in the power supply for the cradle. It’s amazing how much better electrical items work when they are supplied with electricity.

So, where do I hand in my Nerd Certification?

Sign Of Old Times

I think I’ve mentioned before how much I love old signs, be they advertising, notices or building names. I love the surprise connection with the past as you look up and notice fading paint or decaying letters put in place all those years ago.

I went for a walk today to take a photo of this sign. It’s on the side of an old milkbar that’s now an op shop. Up until recently there was no fence so I thought I’d better get this snap before the new owners decide they would prefer a nice white wall and another piece of history is covered over.

So, here it is. The Tarax sign in Challis St, Newport.

Tarax