Amazon.com have just introduced the most amazing feature. Not only can you search for a book by title, author or subject you can now search the text of over 120,000 books.
This interwebthingymajig gets more impressive day by day.
International Aid
Attention Australians.
In a fit of unbridled stupidity on behalf of his employer Nigel has been retrenched, and with only two weeks severance.
Me thinks he will need a drink or two so we should all band together and send him some proper beer, a six pack of VB at least. Not sure how we’d get a slab over there but it’s worth a shot.
Donations to me, I’ll make sure they get to Nigel in his hour(s) of need.
JD on MX points out that Google now offers inline definitions.
Simply chuck define: in front of your word or phrase and Google returns definitions for your query from the web.
See it in action : define:blog
Ho Hum
Trust us, you’re not half as sick of hearing about our neighbours as we are but this one shows a death defying twist of non-logic.
Rae has just been out to ask elder Neanderthal to turn down his Doof Doof music ’cause our 7 year old was trying to sleep. He grunted and left. Minutes later Mother (one from the Anthony Perkins school) knocked on our door. Apparently we had said something to her precious and didn’t give him a chance to respond. Rae told her again (speaking very-very slowly).
“That’s okay, I agree with that.” she drawled and shlomped off, glass of red sloshing in her hand as drops spilt on her moccasins.
So, not waking someone at 8.30pm is a fair and reasonable request.
Waking the same person at 5.30am is fair game.
Minds at work, great minds indeed.
Commentary
Kettles and Pots
Ah dear.
The neighbours (who we really don’t give a toss about now) have done it again. This week they complained we were blocking the driveway. Right. We never have. Maybe they meant to complain about themselves when they wash their car in the drive or when they have unannounced gardening sessions that block our drive for two hours.
Regardless.
If you are going fabricate lies about us blocking a drive, don’t be stupid enough to go and do this two days later. We have a digital camera. You don’t.
About Bloody Time
At last, it’s gone. The personal loan I got seven years ago for my first car, and which, from memory, was refinanced twice to pay off credit cards and other odds and sods was finally paid off today. Of course Westpac have sent me a letter inviting me to get in to debt with them again but for them I have two words : sod off. The loan has gone, the Visa is at record low levels and there is a little money in the bank. Now it’s just rinse and repeat until the card is gone too and there’s lots in the bank.
Anyone Know?
Anybody know what happened to The Sundays?
Weekend In A Morning
In a spurt of energy, probably attributable solely to the glorious day, we’ve been up and about. A trip out to the Dandenong’s to buy some spreads and sauces, morning coffee and the paper in the sunshine, picked up the rocking chair Rae won on Ebay this week, sushi for lunch at the South Melbourne market and shopping for a barbie tonight (as well as some wickedly sinful raspberry bullets covered in white chocolate). Not bad seeing it’s only now 1.30, we can devote the rest of the day to drinking beer in the sun and talking about how we really should give the place a proper clean.
As for the rocking chair, Tom has already claimed it as his own.
***UPDATE***
The rest of the day involved eating the bullets, drinking beer, a nap on cotton sheets in the summerish sun, barbecued pork ribs, champagne and lying on the couch watching cop shows on the telly.
This, my friends, is the life.
Go On, Guess
