Just because I don't blog doesn't mean I DON'T care

Hello, my friends, and sorry. I have been very quiet of late. Actually, that is not entirely true. I have been making lots of noise, but doing very little, really. Activities include going to the beach, going to the Cross, generally hanging out and getting over hangovers (listed in order of preference). Some days include a spectacular combination of all four.

On the job/"what the hell I am doing next" front - well, I am not really alot closer to answering that, or at least it seems that way. But I am not at all fussed. My contract work is starting up, which is kind of fun in its own way, and it gives me more time to think (and more time to not think depending on the day).

I have no photos and cannot think of a google search that would be suitable.

In summary - all is well.

We blog because we care

I have been getting into the habit of having a 40mins sleep-in every morning. It is a blissful affair, really, and the beeping of my alarm every 10mins does very little to detract. The reason that I tell you all this is that this morning, despite my sleep and inbetween the beeps, I was thinking solidly. Planning, even. Examining an idea from every angle; determining pros and cons. Blast it, I even had a timeline and budget by the time I woke up. It was really quite a bewildering and surprising moment when I finally did wake up and found in my head a detailed plan of me moving to London in one month. Quite surprising, and more than a little scary.

Now, I am not at all sure what this means, but it is a rather strong and weird step in a particular direction, so something at somepoint probably will come of it. You know how these things go with me.

Anyway - that is mostly all for the moment.

PS - I got some new clothes for my blog this morning. Al l that blue was, quite frankly, making me blow chunks. It was high time for change.

"I think so, Brain, but where are we going to find a duck and a hose at this hour?"

Update: I feel that, in the absence of the Doc, someone has to keep up the red meat quota.

If you can't read it try clicking on it, or going here.

Update 2: Oooh! Oooh! This one is funny too (and topical) The Unlightable Bareness of Meat

I have successfully had one of my quietest weekends in quite a while! Saturday I went over to Coogee and did the Coogee – Bondi walk and back again. It was rather spesh. However, I was a bit slap-dash with the old slip-slop-slap and ended up with some remarkable skin souvenirs of the day. I have a nice red shoulder strap between sleeve and applied sunscreen (with a couple of finger marks) and a handsome red belt that runs right around my midriff and celebrates the pretty little section with much fanfare and an equal dash of pain. Oooh! I also have an inverse version of my bracelet on my wrist. It is all very dashing, I must say. I haven’t been so adorned by the sun’s sweet red kiss since I was 14.

I spent last night doing as close to bugger all as I could, to the point that, right now, I am still a little at a loss as to what I actually did do last night. I think that it involved TV. It may or may not have included watching the end of Groundhogs Day, although you will not hear me bear witness to the effect any time soon. I then watched the start of another film and went to bed. Quite a successfully useless telly time, me thinks.

Today I ….

(a) Bought a vinyl wallet with cherries on it from the market

(b) Read my book

(c) Gave the house a right cleaning

(d) … and .. not that much else!

Love it. Quiet as a mouse, I tells ya. Quiet as a mouse!

Now, speaking of mice, I wanted to leave you all with a picture of my favorite mouse “Pinky” a la “Pinky and the Brain”. However, when one does an image search for “Pinky” ones comes across all sorts of things – so I thought I would leave you with one of them instead. Here is “Pinky at work” (well, I’d sure hate to see “Pinky at Play” …. )

Oh my fucking word

Guys - check this out.

Bearing in mind, for those who either do not know or who have memories like a seive, the following;

(a) I applied for job in Antarctica
(b) The position was at Davis station
(c) I would have been down there by now - shipping in around Oct-ish 2005
(d) I got down to the final two people (and underwent lots of testing)
(e) The guy that got the position ahead of me was nuts and a stalker (as evidenced by lots of weird emails to your truly)

Australian death in Antarctica 'suspicious'
January 6, 2006 - 6:14AM

Police are investigating the death of a tradesman at a remote Australian base in Antarctica.
The Australian Federal Police say the death of Peter Orbansen at remote Davis Station is being regarded as suspicious. "The investigation into the suspicious death in Antarctica is still ongoing and it would be inappropriate to comment," AFP spokesman told newspapers. The 43-year-old Queenslander's body was found on November 19. Initial reports suggested his death was suicide, the paper said, but the investigation remains open. His body was returned to Australia last week aboard an Antarctic vessel which docked in Fremantle. It was released by the coroner on Wednesday and returned to his family yesterday, the newspaper report said. Davis Station is a scientific staging post inhabited by about 60 people. Kim Pitt, Australian Antarctic Division general manager operations, said police conducted a long distance investigation and had not travelled to Antarctica.


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