Life between coffees.
Oh crap. Someone out there is mailing a virus using my email address and there’s nothing I can do. This particular virus (klez.e) takes a random email address from the infected PC and uses that as the ‘From’ email address. This means I can look forward to a heap of people emailing me telling me I’m infected when I am not. It’s particulary galling because I update my antivirus files everyday.
More info in the ‘Notes’ section of the above site if you are interested.
Have just got back from our IT department.
While I was there I noticed that the Network Administrator had a full cup of coffee sitting on the wrist rest of a brand new laptop.
Don’t try this at home kiddies.
I’ve made it to number 1! Yep, if you type in Anthony Malloy on Google (the web’s premier search engine) I come up as the top search result.
At last that pesky singer who shares my name slips down below me and the natural order is restored.
Finished ‘There’s A Bear In There‘ last night. Have not been able to put the book down since we bought it a week ago and would have finished it sooner had not my love stolen it off me on the weekend.
Amusing, entertaining. touching, enlightening, engrossing – all the things a good quick read about a receptionist at a brothel should be.
Strolling around the Queen Vic Market yesterday morning and was quite amused at how inventive the pirates are getting of late.
You can pick up ‘Spaderman’ characters, closely related to ‘BatKnight’ characters and for the young girls a favourite pink hued friend, ‘Barlie’. Even my six year old could spot the difference and if Santa had attempted to deliver any of these he would not be a popular Santa at all.
What’s next? ‘Pokeyman’, ‘The Waggles’, ‘Whiney The Pooh’?
Yesterday Olivia Newton John popped over for a visit. Well, not to out house but she was just down the street. It was Planet Ark’s ‘Plant A Tree Day‘ and she was at Newport Lakes, which is literally across the street from us. Of course big shot celebrities use the Mason St entrance, not the humble Blackshaws Rd gate that is at the end of our driveway.
Phee and I took Helen for a walk in the late afternoon and we saw all the newly planted trees but it was only when we saw the news on television that we realised Olivia had been in our presence.
Wow – Westpac continue to amaze me. I recently upgraded to a new credit card, the only thing being my annual fee for the previous card was charged two days before it was discontinued. I sent an email last Friday requesting the charge to be refunded as I thought $49 (convert here) was a bit rich for two days use.
This morning a very pleasant chap whose name was unintelligible over the phone cheerfully refunded my fee. That’s $75 I’ve managed to scratch back from the bank in the past couple of months – surely this must be some kind of record?
It’s Friday afternoon, two hours of the working week to go. Work? What’s that? I’m keeping myself amused by taunting my officemate.
Poor Robin. He’s been sitting here for the past two hours making loaded comments such as “well, that’s very interesting”, “settle down Robin, don’t get excited” and doing joyous little chair dances whilst saying “I want to go home now”.
He is just bursting for me to ask him what’s happening. He has big news and really has to tell someone. So I’ve been sitting here, in silence, staring at my computer screen and ignoring him.
I swear, any minute now he will explode with pent up frustration.
Okay, reading about the Manchester Commonwealth Games opening ceremony on nineMSN. Admittedly it doesn’t take much to get me to scratch my head and say ‘Duh’ but I’m still wondering just what the flavour of the air actually was.
Paragraph One : “the Manchester Commonwealth Games had a distinctly Antipodean flavour”
Paragraph Four : “Commonwealth Games also had an unmistakably British air.”
Doesn’t someone edit this stuff?
6.30 am. Wednesday morning.
Me : Morning Phee.
Phee : I’m not Phee any more.
M : Oh. Who are you hon?
P : I’m Super Phee and I’m going to have breakfast.