Anthony Malloy

Once was cool, twice, well, that’s pretty amazing.

The first time was Veronica and Steve and as I don’t know just how public a knowledge it is I won’t say who the second couple are but they are pregnant too. Yep, I’ve found about a pregnancy while at at Tigers game at The MCG twice now. So congratulations to Couple Two, hope all goes well and this one joins their elder brother as a Tigers supporter. 

Bill Gibbons, you are a good man: The Rats get to keep their hall.

Go and Download DivX for Windows.

There you go.

Now I’ve put that on my page I’m eligible for a free Div X Pro licence, and if you put a link on your site you can get a free Div X Pro licence too. Mind you, this isn’t just a shameless grab for a freebie, I actually like Div X and one of the reasons we bought the new DVD player we did last year is that it could play Div X encoded video. It’s a lot more convenient, and quicker, to load heaps of Div X files on to a DVD to play them on the telly than to convert the same files in to DVDs.

And while I’m telling you all what to do – think about it and then sign up to be an organ donor.

I’ve been playing with Google’s new make your own map mash up service. If you’d like to see how I can waste a few minutes check out my Google Map of old signs I’ve seen around Melbourne.

We’re doing the figures on cloth vs disposable nappies and Rae has it all laid out then asks a question. If you can help, chime in.

It really was a nightmare on Friday the 13th.

Sitting at work in the morning I get an email from Rob, ‘So, should we go the game tonight?’. What on earth possessed me to say yes?

As we both cut back our memberships to home games only this year I had the experience of having to queue and buy a ticket for the first time. We managed to get seats on the ground level and settled in, along with 70,567 of our friends (including Jen), to watch the game.

 

Well, I watched it for the first half. The second half I sat with my head in my hands waiting for the nightmare to end. But it didn’t. Three games in to season 2007 and I’ve all but given up hope now. You’ve had three years Mr Wallace if you, the coach, don’t know what’s wrong we’re really in trouble.

From Rob’s phone.

No, not a banjo lovin’ whiskey swillen son of the south, I’m literally a red neck.

An afternoon sitting in the son at the footy followed by an afternoon in the sun at the Easter Sunday bbq has left me with a neck the colour of a freshly boiled lobster. I’ve gone through a tub of moisturiser but I’m still glowing red. Stick me on a buoy and I could be guiding ships in to port tonight. I’d gone all summer without a sunburn, what an idiot to get a really bad burn in autumn.

I finally figured out the macro settings on my camera yesterday. Click the pic – my friend looks better at full size. More of him on my new Macro flickr page.

This morning a train was stuck on the tracks for 20 minutes cutting off our way to The Coat. Cars came, sat and went around the (really) long way. The chef from The Coat was stuck too and while I was there the new waitress ran up to the other side of the tracks, both talking to each other on their phones. He hopped out of his car, threw the keys over the train and headed off. Problem solved, cafe open on time.

When the train eventually disappeared the boom gates stayed down. After a minute some idiot decided to drive over the tracks on the wrong side of the street and zipped through the shut gates. As he drove off Rae spotted a big sticker on his bumper bar : ‘Touched By The Road Toll’.

Priceless.