Category: Diary

This time tomorrow night we’ll be rolling out the red carpet in preparation for the culmination of The Deb Project.

Last time I saw Deb Conway was at her greatest hits concert a couple of years ago. Standing around outside the Atheneum I had to answer the call of nature only to return to find Rob, Rae and Marita grinning like Cheshire cats. The Age photographer had just snapped a picture of the trio, telling them they would be in the ‘about town’ section the next day. Of course I sulked and pleaded for a new photo to be taken but I was out of luck.

The next day, with more than a touch of schadenfreude on my part, we all opened the paper to see they had been gazumped by Kath and Kim.

This time, with a photographer from The Herald Sun and another from dig no glamorous hornbags from Fountain Lakes will get in our way.

I’ve been thinking about this blog lately and I want to change it.

It needs a new layout, this one is a couple of years old now and gasp, shock even uses &lt font &gt tags. It must have been the last project I did that featured them. Regardless, they have to go and CSS has to come in so I can do a PDA/small screen version. I need to get RSS happening for all blogs that run off the site, maybe even an ATOM feed. I want to make it more obvious that Contemplating Albert is one of my blogs and I want to start a couple more – one for photos of around here and another on tech stuff I find on the web. Maybe one for my business too.

I should move to WordPress but I’m too busy at the moment to spend a weekend making sure everything works, and my PHP probably isn’t up to scratch just yet to get exactly what as quickly as I want so I’ll stick with MT 2.6 and ASP a little longer.

This is entry 991 for me, I wonder if I could make it all happen by entry 1000?

Huh, it’s all good news and I’m a surprised as anyone.

My only ‘problem’ is that my cholesterol is 5.7, a “smidgen” over the desired upper limit and, much to her chagrin, lower than my mums. All I have to do is alter my diet a little by eating sensible portions, instead of larger portions, of the not so good stuff that I like and I have to take up exercise. My pulse rate was a little fast so I’m on beta-blockers to slow that down until my exercise program kicks in.

So if you see a geek peddling and puffing around the inner west swearing and listening to The Proclaimers on his headphones don’t be alarmed, it’s just me.

Well maybe not so much change.

It’s music I’m talking about – at first I thought my tastes must have been changing but I realised the usual suspects (New Order, Pet Shop Boys, Paul Kelly, Deb Conway et al) are still there but I seem to be more open to new (well, it’s actually all older) music.

My latest ‘find’ – The Proclaimers. Yep, those Scottish lads with glasses. It all started when I downloaded Sunshine On Leith from allofmp3.com even though, as Rae pointed out after the fact, I had a copy on CD and now I’m addicted. Their site has some free downloads and if you want a chuckle (and are on broadband) check out this amusing little clip for a song that’s now stuck inside my head – There’s A Touch (Quick Time required).

And I’m going to try and use ‘haver’ in conversation tomorrow at least 3 times. Even though I’m not entirely sure I know what it means.

P.S Miss Marita, you are banned from commenting on this post!

Went to the doctor today. I have to fast from midnight to have a blood test tomorrow morning.

And this is what they will be looking for :

FBE&ESR; U,E&Creat; LFT; TSH (T3 & T4 if indicated); Fasting Cholesterol, Trigs, LDL’s & HDL’s; Fasting Sugar

More news on Wednesday.

Here we go – for all east coast Australian Canuck fans, a Canuck schedule for 2004-2005
that you can import directly to Outlook. All games, local times.

For others it may act as a good guide to when I won’t be able to be contacted.

If anyone from outside of Australia is interested I can probably do one for your time zone too.

Hosted by flickr. Click for details.

Daniel’s meme this week is the front door.

If anyone has any doubts as to who wears the handyman pants in this house here’s a little tale.

On a quick trip in to the South Melbourne Market this morning searching for coasters for the new coffee table we spotted a kids easel. Phee scored a set of paints for being such a help with Tom last weekend so her eyes lit up.

“I could be an artist!” she said making a huge paint slashing motion. $10 of her savings later and she had the easel.

Back home I put the easel together while Rae made breakfast. Chuffed with my handy work I put it out the back and after brekky sent Phee outside.

“Oh wow, thanks mum!” came the cry.

After two days sleeping the only bits of me hurting are my throat and nose. I’m declaring myself fit enough to go and see my Tiges get thrashed by the Saints this afternoon. To add insult to injury my mum is coming down from Shepp. Even though she is sitting with friends almost directly opposite our seats I’m sure I’ll be able to see the glow of smugness.

Oh, and after two years of hunting we finally have a coffee table. Not ‘the’ table, but a perfectly suitable one nonetheless.

Well, I am sick.

Ended up at the local doctor this afternoon which was odd ’cause I’m accustomed to the one at work. I have no idea what this GP crisis thing is; I called and ten minutes later I was coughing deeply while a nicely warmed stethoscope was pressed in to my back. (For our English readers, hi Nigel, you don’t have to register with one doctor – if you can get in you can see any doctor of your choosing)

Apart from being sick I also have high blood pressure. I’ve been trying to avoid facing up this for a little while but the doc told me 170/110 was indeed bad and that I have to see him, or my regular GP at work, within 5 days to start on getting it down. My BP also means I’m not allowed to take any cold or flu medicine.

After dad’s recent scare all my excuses have melted away and it’s off to the doctor I will go like a good little boy.

Now excuse me, I have an appointment with the couch, a pillow, a rug and Close Encounters of The Third Kind that I really have to keep.