Author: awmalloyadmin

As I think I’ve mentioned a million times I love 6 Music (BBC 6). It’s the perfect radio station and gave me back my love of music. The only problem is that it’s in London. No matter how large an aerial I construct I’m just not gonna get it so I have to listen via the net. This means I have to have a PC on. I can listen via the media PC/television, but that’s a bit of a waste of electricity or I can listen via my iPod or phone, but that requires plugging in speakers for proper sound.

Now, thanks to Kogan, my problems are solved. Introducing my internet radio.

Now I can have 6 Music going without a PC, just like a proper radio station! Not only that I can stream from any of PCs to the unit, it has an iPod dock, you can listen to podcasts, it has digital radio (DAB+ – already found Koffee to chill out to) and something called FM, whatever that is.

New tech, good music, I’m a happy man.

Goodbye Thomas.

Thank you for being such a wonderful cat. We’re all going to miss you terribly.

This morning the kids were arguing over a toy computer, the type that plays music and has basic light flashing games on it. Poor Henry was getting quite upset that Moo was hogging the toy so I said :”Moo, it’s Henry’s turn.”

She turned around, looked me straight in the eye and said “but I need to check my emails”.

Dear The Age,

well. The paper arrived and upon unwrapping what was I to find but a 16 Page Collingwood wrap around! As if this wasn’t shocking enough it was stapled along with the A2 so I had to actually touch it. I searched hard for the ‘advertising feature’ but couldn’t find it. Isn’t this Magpie-gasm a little premature? They haven’t won the premiership; the home and way season isn’t even over. Should we just abandon the finals series and give them the cup now? (No need to comment on that Mel or Jen).

Maybe today would have been a good day not to get the paper after all.

Dear The Age,

next time you want to have a five hour delay in getting us our newspaper can you please make it on a weekday. Saturday mornings just aren’t the same without the paper spread over the table and if we don’t get to read the paper by 9 then it’s not going to get read at all.

Thanks

The Malloys

I’ve been keeping this blog for over 8 years now (I know, just a spring chicken in comparison to the dedication on show by the person who inspired me to begin blogging), I started on Blogger, then I moved it to my own install of Movable Type before settling on the wonder that is WordPress. Somewhere along the way, I think it may have been the MT – WP move, all of my pictures disappeared. On the rare occasions I glance back through the archives I was always disappointed with empty spaces where photos should have been.

That is, until today.

I found an archive that contains almost all of those lost pictures. They’re now in place and the blog feels whole again.

The first picture I posted was on July 15, 2002 – an old building in Collingwood.

20 minutes lining up and no sausage sizzle. Sigh.

You’d think that living in the third safest Labour seat, fourth safest seat over all, that today wouldn’t really mean that much. The fact that we haven’t received one single piece of election material in our letter box shows just how little this seat means to the result. While I’d love to live in a seat where my vote really could make a difference the futility of casting my personal ballot doesn’t stop me from finding today incredibly exciting.

I’m not a political animal, or even a political junkie, but there’s something about election day that has me devouring the papers and booking the television the day (or sometimes days before) the election is called. I’ll be set up in the theatre room tonight with the telly glued to the ABC coverage and my laptop (okay, maybe two laptops) flicking through online coverage. I’m even considering digging out my old USB tuner to have the option of another channel screening on one of the computers.

Rae has become quite dizzy at the amount of eye rolling this obsession has caused, she’s already got her night planned and it doesn’t involve sitting with me hanging off every excited Antony Green word. Given how tight everyone expects this election to be I’m guessing she will be long asleep by the time I drag myself off to bed.

Now it’s time head off and vote, then it’s time to stock up. It’s going to be a long and interesting night.

It was hard garbage collection here again this week. Lots of piles of junk out but a quick glance shows some interesting trends. Lots of people have been replacing beds (five mattresses in our street alone!), CRT televisions are yesterday technologies (two wide screen versions put out on our block, several older 4:3 models) and CRT computer monitors are on the outer too.

Hmmmm. Last time I was in Sydney Terry Wallace resigned as coach of the Tigers. I’m off to Sydney tomorrow and it looks like Ben Cousins is going to announce his retirement.