Category: Diary

From roughly 9.30 am to 1.00pm tomorrow you will not be able to contact me.
*Update – Sorry, wrong time – 10.00 am start time.*

Yep, weather is warming up, flowers are blooming, footy is over and Spring is on the way. This can only mean one thing; head inside, fire up the PC and turn up the volume – IT’S HOCKEY TIME!

Preason starts tomorrow for the mighty Vancouver Canucks. It’s my fourth season following my team across the ocean and I’ve been jumping out of my skin in anticipation for the past month or so. Time to start singing Oh Canada before each game, listening to ads for Vancouver businesses and getting nervous with the Canucks up by 1, one minute to play in the third.

So, if you’ve got bandwidth to burn, and tolerant office mates, tune in to CKNW tomorrow for the 2nd best game on earth. Check out my Melbourne Ice site for a basic guide to the game before hand and you’ll be set.

Thirteen hours, nineteen miutes and counting…

So, just how great is my gal? She actually asked me to make her a mixed CD – “Rockin’ Out, Chair Dancin’ For Cars” that covers music from Fergal Sharkey to Foo Fighters.

Any boy will tell you there is nothing sexier than a girl asking him to maker her a mixed CD.

It really is a boy thing.

Thanks to a madman who decided to pull a shotgun on police and sit in his car until hell freezes over my 20 minute, 20 kilometre, trip home took me exactly 120 minutes this afternoon/evening. 2 hours from Malvern to Newport – and it was only due to them opening a back route to the Westgate that I made it home in under 3 hours.

‘The Westgate Siege’ is still going, 6 hours after it began. One man has bought an entire city to it’s knees by sitting in a car, in a petrol station, with a gun that may or may not be loaded.

Madness.

Only 157 days until the footy pre-season starts (that would be 20/2/2004).

(Bad news is it’s three divorce days next year – check out the draw for round 1)

6.00 PM AEST.

ABC TV

Dr Who. Episode 1.

The karmic wheel may have come full circle.

Hopefully a lot more to come…

Having been the ‘victim‘ of an internet vote rigging scam myself (no names, Daniel) I feel it is my duty to help out Nigel.

Go on, vote for him. Don’t let tight t-shirts win.

Do it for the children.

Daniel’s Dr Who entry got me thinking.

To the poor person at the BBC whose job it was to mimeogrpah Dr Who publicity material and send it in big yellow envelopes to far away lands, thankyou. It may have been one more thing to do before smoko to you but for a 12 year old disciple, in days before the internet when England, the BBC and Dr Who all seemed a very long way away, it was a real link to something that was a large part of my life.

Thankyou, again.

My name is Tony, and I am addict.

Seriously. The siren call of silver things which cost lots of money, have remote controls, flashing lights and that plug in to televisions is irresistible to me. We now have a digital set top box. Our aerial cord runs from the wall, to the digital box, to the Foxtel box, to the VCR and finally to the telly.

It’s fantastic to watch the footy in true widescreen, the sound is amazing and picture clarity astonishing. We can finally see the rude bits on SBS clearly (worth the price of the box alone according to my officemate). The only thing left to add is a Playstation 2, but I think if I push that one I’ll be playing it on my own in my own bachelor pad.