Housekeeping

(Warning: WordPress geek speak ahead)

As you can see things have changed a bit round here.  I have done this for a couple of reasons, firstly the old theme was, well a bit old.  I spent a lot of time building that theme from scratch, completely custom, however it relied heavily on some clumsy stuff and I have decided to strip everything back, upgrade to the new version of WordPress and stick mainly to a simple theme.  I am trying out a couple of pre-made ones, but may eventually make my own or just customise a prefab.  But the main point is to keep it simple this time, simple and manageable, that’s what we like.

In other news, I swatted a fly with a ruler mid-air.  Momentum kept it flying momentarily and then it fell to earth, dead.  Aussie flies tend to be really easy targets, they are big lumbering oafs.  I did feel a bit sorry for this one though as he lay there legs up,  I tried to imagine how impact alone kills a fly.  I mean, if you are a human impact means broken bones mushed up brain, but a fly has a pretty tough exoskelington and I am sure its tiny brain is not affected by impact, I mean it hardly slops around in spinal fluid does it?  Strangely enough, just as I write this the fly has come back to life!  So I suppose I just knocked him out, but still the question looms, what happens in a fly’s tiny brain to make it be knocked out?

November 28th, 2007. 

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Manly, Surfing

It’s been a while since I last posted so I will endeavour to give a summary of the highlights of the past two weeks.

First, I moved into a flat in Manly, for those who are less informed Manly is small suburb North of Sydney. I share this flat with the charming sister of one of my very good friends, so far I am being tolerated, I can only hope this continues.

The flat is exactly 4 minutes walk to Manly beach and 10 minutes walk to Shelly beach. Numerous other beaches are an easy drive away should I get bored of the ones on my doorstep. (more…)

November 27th, 2007. 

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Walkabout Ctrl+Alt+Del

Walkabout has been aborted early, the task was not functioning as it should have and so I have quit. This morning while sucking up some expensive internet at the “Gaol Break Café” (a pun on a local landmark) I received an email offering some easy work from London. I said yes and quickly, gleefully, went to destroy my soggy tent and shove it in a dumpster. I really relished in tearing that $50 tent down, I had been thinking about it for days, it felt really good to be rid of it. My reasoning was that I can afford not to sleep in a leaking, stinking, fly infested tent if I have work. To a hotel I went, which is where I am now. (more…)

November 7th, 2007. 

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Walkabout

Tomorrow morning I set off in a small car for a ten day adventure. My only real plan is to head north up the coast from Sydney and see what I can see. I want to do a bit of snorkeling and maybe get a few surf lessons on the way. I think on the first day I am just going to head to Umina Beach, probably to a Big4 park which looks very family orientated but it will ease me into the wilderness that lies beyond in the national parks which I intend to try out. (more…)

October 31st, 2007. 

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Neighbours

I am staying in a hotel Alan Partridge style at the moment. Every morning I wake up just after the guy in the single room next to me wakes up. He is a noisy bugger, snoring when he sleeps and coughing and hacking when he wakes up. I don’t know what he looks like but I do know what he sounds like.

Today at breakfast some guy in his 50s offered for me to sit at his table, I was grateful as it was packed in the breakko lounge. I was happily eating my breakfast of eggs, bacon and hash browns when the guy, who I had now observed to be unshaven and kind of looking like a tramp, began to blow his nose. It started off like a normal nose blow and then got more elaborate and then disgusting. So much so I was put off of my scrambled eggs. He was holding one nostril closed and snorting out of the other one into a napkin, really going at it. Then just as I thought he had finished he entered into the finale; two fingers both lightly wrapped in napkin stuffed up each nostril while he hooted.

I quickly ate what I could, listened to him boom to some other diners about dingos eating babies and then I left.

I am fairly sure I have now met my hotel neighbour.

October 26th, 2007. 

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