Anthony Malloy

Rae and I ordered Buffy Season 6 from EZY DVD a while ago and it was finally posted last week. One of the reasons we have a post office box is to ensure that we get all the mail we are supposed to and it’s worked fine, up until now ’cause Buff never made it.

The grumpy man who runs the Australia Post agency at The Circle told us we’d picked it up, we must be mistaken and that he’d never make a mistake. Of course, we picked up a double DVD of our favourite TV show, put it in the car and completely lost all memories of doing so. Idiot.

So tonight I called Virgin, our credit card provider of choice, and was pleased to hear they have teams of highly trained ninja assassins whose sole job it is to take care of this sort of business. Or he could have said a disputes department, my desire for vengeance may have affected my hearing. So tomorrow the Virgin hounds will be let loose on Mr Grumpy and we will hopefully get our DVDs or our money back.

If the definition of stupidity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting a different result then I’m officially a Silver Stupid Person.

The Tigers released their membership pricing today. Five minutes after getting the email I was joined up for 18 games and A reserve seating again. Having been signed up for 5 years I’m now a Silver Member and get a heap of bonus Tiger stuff, including my umpteenth billion Tiger cap, although this one is only for Silver Members so it will probably become my game cap. As a reward for being a sad bastard and signing up early I get a Tigers DVD. I’m praying it’s not the highlights of 2003-2004.

2005, it’ll be different.

Really. It will be.

Apologies to you Dad, now I know what a pain I must have been because today I fixed my first tyre puncture.

With thanks to Wonderful Rob ? I scored a brand spanking new mountain bike. He dropped it off yesterday and, as it’s back tyre was flat, asked if I could fix it okay.

“Sure.” I said. Why I do not know as I’d never fixed one before. As a young lad I had a very patient father who, whenever I would ride over a bindii on the way home from school, would get out the bowl and little plastic box and patch it up. Sure I’d watch and something must have sunk in as, with only a quick confirmation on the net, two grazed fingers and Rae wandering out to see what was going on I now have a fully pumped up rear tyre on my bike.

Thanks Rob, it’s a great bike and I’m looking forward to cycling round over summer already.

I’ve never kept one in a cage.
I was behind the seagulls in Hitch’s film.
I never flip one.
My cats never leave home without their bells on.

So what have my avian friends got against me?

Seriously, being crapped on twice in a week is bit much.

Sigh.

As there’s no Canucks hockey this year I’m getting a little fix from their affiliate, or ‘farm’, team The Manitoba Moose. No Tom and John commentating, no ads for The Vancouver Pen Shop or BC Gas inviting you to call for a scratch and sniff card, no McDonalds drive through competitions, no weather reports from Pacific Place, strange names and I have no idea who these names are playing for.

It’s hockey, but the decaf of hockey.

Maybe third time isn’t a charm.

I’m sure many will disagree but the first two episodes of Kath & Kim, series 3, have failed to set my world on fire.

More ‘little boy’ jokes, more pop culture references, same situations, obvious jokes. The freshness of the first two series seems to have been replaced by a desire to give the people more of the same old stuff and, to me, that’s a little boring from a show that once truly pushed boundaries and sparkled with wit.

It’s not so different, it’s nice but no longer unusual.

IT was a sad day today ’cause today is the day the 2004/2005 NHL season should have started for the Canucks with an away game against San Jose but due to the NHL lockout there’s no hockey, and it’s looking increasingly likely that the whole season will be abandoned.

The owners are proving a point. The players are proving a point.

We fans don’t care. Just give us our hockey.

I hate the way I work.

I have ideas, they seem great. Sensational sites fully developed in my mind that will wow my clients, make me rich and allow to me buy the Ipod I covet.

I find though that it seldom works this way. My design will be okay when I put it down, but seldom will the first version rock my world. Or the second, or the third. Surely no body else can work this way. I spent all weekend developing one site only to hit the delete button late on Sunday afternoon and I’m still wandering around waiting for the idea to mutate in to workable form.

Sigh, but it ain’t coming. So I’ll start afresh now and hope that this version will lead me to the final design.

And my Ipod.

Election Day is tiring me out already, and the count hasn’t even begun. It’s so tiring that after casting my vote at a local primary school I had to lie down and have a nap for an hour.

On our new couch!

We picked up the (Ebay obtained) couch this morning from the street I lived in in Armadale (and #11 is up for lease Veronica if Steve’s snoring is getting too much). It’s now in the lounge, the old couch is in the sun room and Rae’s study desk that was in the sun room is now her new computer desk in the office and her old computer desk is the new paperwork desk.

So you can see why I needed the lie down.

And we are pleased to report that there was a sausage sizzle at the poll booth and the sausages were good.

UPDATE

And this action by the Liberals disugsts me. Of course our fearless leader will know nothing about it. Shame Howard.

It’s time for me to take off to Edinburgh again. I got my ‘ticket’ at lunch today when I walked by Books In Print and saw it in the window.

Yes, Ian Rankin‘s latest Inspector Rebus novel has been released. Fleshmarket Close is now sitting by the bed and as Rae is at Yoga I think that’s my cue to join John and Sioban in their latest tale.

I’ll see you all when I get back, just don’t expect a postcard.