Category: Diary

If you can’t win and believe in yourself when you have a six goal lead against the Dockers on a perfect winters afternoon in Melbourne how can you call yourself a football club? How can you expect your supporters to to turn up, to believe, to cheer, to have faith?

We were travelling home with the heaviest of hearts when we saw a young mum sitting at Flinders St with her young son decked out in a Tigers jumper two years too large.

“Poor kid.” I said.

“I know.” she replied, “What have I done to him?”

We had no answer.
Continue reading “It’s All Over”

I work with computers all day, then come home and work with them some more. It seems I spend almost evey waking moment behind a keyboard so it’s not that surprising the fun element of PC’s has worn off a little.

But this week the fun has come back.

I love gadgets and have had a PDA for almost 5 years now. Mainly they’ve been Palms and I couldn’t survive without one. They’ve allowed me to get my finances in order, remember dates and appointments I’d have forgotten and store massive amounts of serial numbers, combinations and settings I’d have no hope of remembering otherwise.

Last night I said goodbye to my old Palm and moved to the Pocket PC camp. End of financial year sales and end of product run combined nicely so I could pick up a lovely little HP Ipaq H1940. After adding a Javo Clear Case and some screen protectors this morning I’m ready to go, and the little I’ve used it so far I’m mighty impressed. To come soon is a USB Bluetooth adaptor so I can sit in the lounge and surf the net and once SplashData release Splash Money for the Pocket PC I’ll be set.

The second thing to bring the fun in is a game. I normally don’t play games, a round of Age Of Empires everynow and then is about it, but at Daniel‘s suggestion I downloaded the trial version of Halo. Next day I went and bought the game.

It’s been many years since I’ve played a game and been this impressed, maybe even back to the mighty Elite, but this is amazing. The graphics, the story, the pure adrenalin rush of taking on the bad guys who actually seem to think about the best way of taking you down. It’s a stunning effort and after ten minutes playing I knew I wanted to master the game. I’m working now to get all of my business stuff done, get the lawns mown and catch up on the paperwork so I can sit down uninterrupted, with a clear conscience, and go kill a world full of nasties.

I know. It’s been quiet around here the past few days but I’ve been busy, go see www.vicsharpies.com if you want to know what I’ve been up to. It’s not the site I would have given them had I designed it but it’s the site they wanted. Ah well, they’re happy even if I’m not.

Now before I get stuck in to another site it’s time for a little Halo action.

I swear it’s the easiest money I have ever made. Gmail, Google‘s wonderful web mail, just gave me some invitations to send to other people.

Being the entreprenerd that I am I put one on Ebay with a ‘Sell Now’ price of AUD $25. It was snapped up and paid for in 15 minutes and he took another invite, my last, as well. Now there are two happy people in India and one happy person in Melbourne.

I didn’t have a birthday this year, I had a birthfestival. It started Wednesday night and is only just winding down now. Yesterday was the big day though and any day you spend with your love going to the movies at The Sun, lunch from Sumos in Yarraville, visiting the National Gallery of Victoria, the Arts Centre, strolling along St Kilda Rd in the crisp winter air, eating out at the lovely The River at Southgate, a tram ride back to Eden On The Park to spend the night followed by a walk into South Melbourne for breakfast this morning has to be classed as wonderful. Thanks Rae for spoiling me rotten.

Thanks for all the birthday wishes, ’twas a great day and now that I’m old I think I might stop at this age.
Continue reading “The Festival”

today’s my dads birthday.

Happy 34th birthday dad

love from phoebe
xxx

We got Deb and now we’ve officially placed the order.

We’ve been sitting here waiting for about 5 minutes now to hear back if we’ve got the date we want. Damn it Deborah, why do you have a life and not live on your email like we do?

People would think there’s more to life than computers and the net….

(And no, that’s not the same sort of ‘we’ as Mr Wright, it’s the Rob and me sort of ‘we’.)

IT”S CONFIRMED!

Standby all those who have purchased for details.

If it’s possible to have a good funeral, then I went to one today.

Bye Rohan.

Thanks to Charles Wright suggesting I shoot Daniel instead of himself a producer from dig (The national broadcaster’s digital radio station) now wants to send a reviewer and/or photographer to the Deb Conway gig.

I’m sure CNN or the BBC can’t be far behind.

You know, until a mate pointed it out I had never noticed that columnist, radio presenter, recent arrival to blogging and computing guru Charles Wright referred to himself as ‘we’.

Now it’s driving me insane.

I don’t know whether I should shoot Mr Wright for doing it or shoot Daniel for bringing it to my attention. Either way, ‘we’ are not amused.