Author: awmalloyadmin

I’m creating a screen saver for client to use on a corporate intranet. I asked what size monitors and resolution most of them used.

Reply was :

“Oh, most are the same as mine – 33cm across”

Overheard this morning in the wee small hours, in bed.

Rae : “I know where you live, so just give it up.”

And that was all.

Overheard on the corner of Russell and Collins St, Melbourne, as a drunk man shoved a young blonde into a taxi :

“Don’t worry, it’s only a shorty but I’ll make it worth your while.”

On 774 ABC Melbourne tomorrow night A Tribute To Spike Milligan has been replace with an election debate.

Your Honour, I rest my case.

What a great site. The government here really does do some great things on the net and their latest site is wonderful. The World War Two Nominal Roll website presents the service records of men and women who served in the Australian Defence Force and Merchant Navy during World War Two.

I found my Dad and my grandfather. I wish I could have seen my dad’s face when I called and asked for Private W E Malloy, VX129244.

It’s almost here. First day over 30 (expected top of 33°C), the first test in an Ashes series and Christmas decorations beginning to appear.

Mind you I’ll be oscilating between two extremes this afternoon – sitting here in 33 degree heat watching the test from the Gabba whilst listening to the Canucks do battle streaming live from Vancouver – where it will 6°. Sunnies on the eyes, ear muffs on the ears.

Had to put my sunglasses on this morning. Why you ask? Was it the sun as I drove over the bridge? Trucks on high beam? Wrecked after a night on the town? Nope – my car’s bonnet was dazzling after my beloved executed a fine cut and polish yesterday.

I should make a full confession that I know nothing of cars. You put petrol in, you turn the key. If it doesn’t start you call the RACV. Rae, on the other hand, has been known to diagnose a problem better than the RACV so I place my car completely in her most capable hands. Both myself and my car are far better off for it.

You have to love my pay department. Apparently I only worked 7.6 hours this last fortnight and after my salary sacrificing arrangements I owe them several hundred dollars for the honour of being employed.

What havoc an errant decimal point can wreak.

Anti-Microsoft zealots generally annoy the you-know-what’s out of me so it surprised the-other-you-know-what’s out of me when I joined them briefly.

When I updated my PC it came with Windows XP Home. Fair enough, I think. It was only when I delved a little deeper that I found out you couldn’t run Personal Web Server on it – a functionality I needed to develop web sites using databases. Oh crap, I think, and then hit Google looking for answers. Apparently Microsoft have made sure that if you want PWS then you need to fork over an additional $400 for the ‘Professional’ version. Bugger that, I think, I’m not paying four hundred bucks for one tiny piece of software.

Well it took me a day and a half of searching and fiddling but my spanky new machine is now running Apache web server and ChilliSoft ASP – Apache is free and the ASP server was free for developers.

Sorry Microsoft, that’s $400 of mine I am keeping.

I love living in Melbourne – no where else on earth do they do what we do here the first Tuesday in November. We declare a public holiday for a horse race. Yep, tomorrow is the 142nd Melbourne Cup and at 3.20pm you could fire the largest cannon you could find down any street in Melbourne and you will hit nothing and no one.

If you’ve never been in this fair city for Cup Day then you must try – over 100,000 people will be at Flemington tomorrow (ten minutes drive from here) and everyone else will be having a barbie and crowding around the telly. It’s the one day of the year everyone places a bet, and best of all tomorrow will be Phee’s first punt. Cup Day makes up 100% of my annual gambling expenditure. $15 will never make me rich, but you’ve got to bet on the Cup.

A BBQ, a bet and introducing my gal to the evils of gambling. Who could ask for more?