Lunar testing (of my aging camera)

Ok... so back yard. View of eclipse. 7 year old compact 4MP camera and full size tripod. What else is a boy supposed to do? Well... invest in a new camera at some point. Until then.....









These were taken in order, some time apart.... anyway.... the last one should have been a crescent but apparently my camera isn't up to it. Also, I think everyone is blogging at once because blogger is a little sluggish at the moment. Ok.... procrastination has been achieved!

Two more assignments down!

So some clever person chose his last two subjects for his degree to have coinciding assignment due dates for both of the assignments. Two were due today (and something has been submitted...) and another two are due in a few weeks. After that it's two exams then fun fun fun!

I'm trying to keep some semblance of social life. There's the Rowany 25 event I'll be going to, but in general I have cut down and have had to say no to a lot of things. Which was to be expected. After all, I'm doing two subjects to get this over with which was always going to be a little harsh. Anyway, enough rambling... I just wanted to say 'Hello, world!'

Man that time does fly....

So on Saturday I got to hand out with some friends, watching the Asian cup soccer match. Australia almost made it. We went to the Canterbury RSL... who else was going to show it????

On Sunday we got up early and went to the Coffee Festival at the Rocks. For an hour. Then back to fight in a tournament. Followed by shopping and so on... then exhausted by the end of the day. Monday is start of session again with two subjects this time around. Yes they will be the last too (hooray!) but it is still two. Yet to see if that is a good idea or not..... Also means that posting here is unlikely for the next 3 months, but you never know.

Well pickle my cumquats and call me happy!

The crop was bountiful! (It's a small tree and I think it has done rather well). More to the point, it was ripe for the picking.

So time to turn them into something more interesting. All the recipes I found involved equal parts of cumquats and sugar (measured ever so accurately)


And then top up with suitable brandy....


So now we play the waiting game.


Six months according to the recipes. SIX MONTHS!

Sunshine made me smile!

The sunshine this morning actually made me smile. Haven't had that experience for a while. Driving to work, the sunlight reflecting off the river, through the bridge railing and into my car somehow made me all happy and made the rest of the drive a mystical journey instead of just a drive to work on monday morning. I felt like I was on holiday. Apparently I like sunshine.

What's with the weather?

Wow. Washing hanging under the shelter in the back isn't drying. How long has it been since it's been too damp to have clothes dry, even under shelter?

Arbor Martyr at the Alma Mata

Bucking the trend

Don't despair! Get a repair! Or something like that...

I was just enjoying my newly repaired television playing audio through my newly repaired speakers. That's right. Repaired. Not replaced. Not chuck it out and buy a new one. Wasn't really that much for the TV, and the speakers did cost as much as replacing them but at least I get a better quality than I would have (and the right one for the box), and according to the guy at the speaker hospital it would last 15 years. So take that, advocates of disposable electronics! Anyway, I'm happy with them.

Yes I may need to eat my hat if the TV fails again within 6 months but I'm feeling all superior at the moment and I'm making the most of it.

It's cold.

Too cold. Far too freakin' cold. How do I know? Well, apart from the fact that I feel frozen, so does my home computer. I tried switching it on. A number of times. Wouldn't start up. Fan would whizz for a second or so (or 5 seconds sometimes!) and then it would give up. Too cold. How do I know it was the cold? I pointed a fan-forced heater at the inside of the box (i.e. at the motherboard) for about 15 minutes. Tried at about 5 mins, didn't make a difference, but by the time the case was hot to touch (on the other side of the motherboard) it started up just fine. By just fine I mean that it was complaining that the CPU and motherboard were too hot, but it booted perfectly. I'm a little worried about "fixing" my computer by heating it up, but hey it worked.

Another one bites the dust!

15 pages full of writing. 2 1/2 hours to do the exam. One very sore writing finger.... the only cure? Holding my poor writing finger next to an ice-cold beer. That was my Tuesday.

Not. Procrastinating. At. All.

Head to head

Here are the contestants. Brave, proud animals. Well... sheep are honorary rodent as far as Destructomeg is concerned due to their eating habits and intelligence.
As you can see, the sheep ale seems to have a bigger head than the ferret.
Note that for the taste test, we used a neutrally branded beer glass. The ales tasted are in fact English, so the James Boags glass shouldn't favour either of them ;-) Of course the tasting was so serious that we had to appropriately prepare our tastebuds:



As it happens, both ales tasted great. The sheep ale was in fact smokier. As you can see it is a little darker, which comes from a longer roasting. They were both simply delicious ales, so I'll just have to find more suppliers. Or more beers to try.

Mmmm.... fashion and stuff

So how have I been procrastinating lately? Last night we went to the LunarMorph fashion show. Edge City has been replaced. It's now no longer part of Fashion Week, and isn't on the same weekend as Under the Blue Moon, but it's now part of Newtown's Fashion Week "Flaunt it".

It was awesome. It had motorbikes, extreme piercing with people suspended in interesting ways, someone tied up to the wall as a butterfly, quite some metres from the ground, people on stilts and rollerblades, some great clothing, an amusing compere, and was just a fantastic show all round. Only official media could take photos, but hopefully some will be posted up somewhere. Even the venue was great! It was held at CarriageWorks. I'll let the website speak for itself. **EDIT: Yes, we did get to drink a rather delightful glass of Abisinthe. Which is Absinthe. With the e. Being the French style, not the Bohemian style. It wasn't very green and was very anise flavoured, which seems to be the difference in style. Was mighty tasty and the company does sell the ice water fountain and spoons, so I might have to make an investment, but I think I prefer the taste of the Bohemian style since this one reminded me almost entirely of Sambuca. Not a bad thing, just a thing.

Afterwards, while lamenting the loss of some good bars in Newtown (not sure that The Bank will ever be the same), we ran into some friends in The Town Hall, who told us about Madame Fling Flong. Tiny bar with way too much furniture. We loved it! They also do movie nights which could be fun :)

Anyway.. that'll do for now. I might add more to this later when I next need to avoid studying!

Festival recap, or: Why haven't I posted the photos up already?

We camped at the festival site from the Saturday night before festival, all the way through to the Tuesday afterwards. Obviously this led to the need to wash some clothes during the week, which lead to a re-purposing of some finely crafted fire-implements.

The guild hall, although taking quite some time to build, is looking pretty good so far.

Mmmmm. Sunsets. Mmmmmm hammocks. When their powers combine:
Yay team Rowany! Alright so it looks like I'm just standing there but I'm sure I was doing something very, very important.

So how dusty was festival? This dusty:
Not sure you can quite make it out in the next photo, but we did get up to some attempts at glass-blowing at festival. Why? Ummm.... not quite sure why we did it but it amused us for hours. Unfortunately none of the "works" survived.


In my next exciting post I'll put up pictures of the Tuesday morning which was fantastically foggy. At least thats what I plan to do when I'm next avoiding doing my assignment.

The taste test

Some time ago, Dr Nik made some pickled jalapenos and gave a jar to me. Since they were pickles, fresher wasn't better so it needed to sit around for a bit. Well... it was time for the taste test. Dr Nik's own versus the all Australian company made from imported ingredients off the shelf version.

So how do you compare them? Well... first you make the condiment...



Mmmmm. Excuse for Mexican food. Then you put it on some corn chips with some grated cheese on top, douse liberally in Tabasco sauce, and forget to take a photo. Then you try them side by side. Which was better? Dr Nik's by far! Why? The other one tasted a bit like jalapeno and a lot like vinegar. Dr Nik's tasted a lot like jalapeno with some nice spices added. When the jar is finished I'm going to keep the pickling rock just in case he decides to come back just to make another batch.

What price, victory?

On the weekend, I fought in the final tournament of a most noble series of tournaments for this:

That's right. It's an ounce of gold. Was I mighty?

Sometimes. Sometimes not.

So what price for victory? I don't know since I didn't win. Certainly not as much as the price for not having the victory. The winner well deserved the prize. I certainly earned my own prize of this and a few others just like it.


It was great fun, and certainly a noble contest. I am grateful to those who organised it and those who took part. There was something different about the tournament. Not the monetary value of the prize, but the idea behind it and the medieval and chivalric character created by a prize of refined precious metal which will hopefull now become a piece of jewellery or some other decoration. That ounce of gold now has a history which I hope will not be forgotten.

I would also like to thank the very lovely DestructoMeg for being the photographer extraordinaire.

Release Sarah Tonin!

On the way home today I was reminded of one of the reasons I study. I handed in my assignment earlier today, and about half an hour or so later, my brain decided that I needed some seratonin to celebrate. Yay! Possibly not the easiest way to feel good, but it worked. Hopefully the feeling lasts a bit longer when the marks come back!

We've hit the society pages!

This morning I received an email inviting me and my partner to a premiere black-tie event. We were offered some spare tickets from a commercial vendor (which we do use). A fund raising charity event complete with celebrity host! It is also apparently a professional networking opportunity (wouldn't want it to just be about the charity would we?) Alas it was at short notice and we are already booked, but it's the thought that counts.

Look out trashy newspaper columns, here we come!

This "food" freaks me out

Yes that's right. Someone who voluntarily eats roast nori snacks and beef jerky has found an even more disturbing food. It's going too far when people come up with vegetarian jerky.

The sign says it all

Hopefully next year the crop will be a little bigger. And a little bigger.

Beef jerky vs roasted nori

Jalepeno flavoured beef jerky pitted against chilli roasted nori snack this afternoon as my snack food and although I suspect both of them are novelty items only and not real food, the jerky seemed slightly better. Just had to put that down in writing.

In unrelated news I now own one of those funky push-mowers (those unpowered ones with the rotating barel of blades). I didn't even know they made them anymore!

Femmes and thence to Shoalhaven!

Well that was a big weekend. A little tired now. Went to see Violent Femmes down at RWC on Friday night. They rocked. Hard. The audience didn't. Maybe the anti-mosh crowd has finally got it's way? Maybe the band is getting old? Maybe it's the audience (yes, including me....) anyway... loved it. Went nuts. Band rocked. Loved the range of instruments, including stuff I don't know name of. They used a conch shell, a stick with a single electric string, a bouzouki, some kind of wooden box thing which you sit on and hit with your hands... and to top it off, they all had a lot of energy. Especially the drummer.

After having been convinced by the delightful DV that it would be a good idea to go to Shoalhaven and drink wine, we did! It was great :-) We got to see the chickens at the Lyrebird organic vineyard (although they weren't in at the time because the fruit was ripe). That was fine though because that meant we got to taste the grapes!

The Chambourcin grapes tastes rather nice. A little in size, shape and taste like blueberries. There were also some "special" grapes there. You know how there's this artificial grape flavour that tastes nothing like grapes and tastes just disturbing? The one they use in bubblegum and some lollies? Well... it's real. And it occurs naturally. In this grape. Wrong I tells ya! We did have some very yummy wine at Two Figs and some others. Mmmmm.... wine stash :)

Great views all round...
...and I want one of thest for Christmas:
(yes, the whole thing).

Sunday involved a BBQ and Monday was just far too busy although I don't even remember why anymore... so now I'm looking at the fact that I'll be studying again soon! Eep! Next week is start of session....

Another online timewaster :-)

I found this one on the livegerbil of her with a viking name.

A COPPER Dragon Lies Beneath!

My inner dragon is the mighty warrior of dragon-kind. I don't play silly head-games or use fruity magic, I stick to the basics: big muscles and lots of flame. Wipe that smirk off your face, pal. Click the image to try the Inner Dragon Online Quiz for yourself.

Roadtrip!!!!!!!!!!!!

What a weekend. We went on our last roadtrip for Aveline this weekend. It was a phenomenal experience. I was in very good company with DestructoMeg and Worldpeace_and_a_speedboat; we managed to keep the mood light the entire way and our time in Melbourne apart from the service itself. That was difficult.

We stopped in at Pheasant's Nest on the way down. We also stopped in at the Dog on the Tuckerbox, which just isn't the same anymore with the new petrol station nowhere near the dog. We also tried to get an international-roast-a-cino but they've renovated the Albury truck stop and have employed staff who seem to want to make marginally better coffee. Once again the coffee had great froth but the coffee itself was not so good. Not sure how they managed it this time but it still tasted like instant even though there was evidence of coffee grounds.

We arrived in Melbourne at ar0und 6am and wandered around Vic Markets. Amongst other things we bought some Chilli white port and had some doughnuts from the doughnut van. We had some lovely hosts who put up with us at the last minute and took us to a nice place for breakfast.

I won't write too much about the service here except to say it was remarkably unusual and very very appropriate.

In the afternoon we had a relaxing early dinner on Lygon street. Very much enjoyed. That night there was a wake in the local goth club which also seemed very appropriate. I got to meet a number of people whom Aveline had spoken highly of, and also see some faces I had not seen in years.

The next morning we had breakfast with Master Vladmir who was responsible for running the funeral, as well as Aveline's mum. It was nice to see the photos of Aveline from the birthday party she has been to not that long ago. I would also like to thank Master Vladmir for doing such an awesome job of organising as well as showing us a fabulous place for breakfast the next day. "The Illy Place" was great. Also many thanks to Kitling for more organising, Mistress LadyJane for being the MC, and to Worldpeace for letting me speak as well as doing most of the composition work, and finally to DestructoMeg for being a fabulous support for me. Don't know how well that would have gone without her there.

So that was the last road trip ever for Aveline... or was it? Stranger things have happened.

Where, oh where has our Aveline gone?

On the weekend, the world became a less rich place. Aveline passed away and we are the poorer for it. She gave so much, and had so much more to give.


I was honoured to have her as a part of my life for so long. She was at my 21st. She was at my 30th. She was the matriarch of my Household.

I will write more and link to a lot more once my brain is a little more in order... This post is a work in progress.

DestructoMeg and I were fortunate enough to spend some time with Aveline rummaging through Glebe Markets, and chatting around the BBQ on her last trip to Sydney. DestructoMeg summarised the whole thing really well last night.

I have been keeping up with the posts on ForBattle! and trying to keep up with everything else on Kitling's livejournal, let alone the collection of online tributes. I'm still finding it difficult to write.

A whisky tasting we did go!

Well... once again I've not blogged for a while. Got quite a few photos to go through and publish but no. Have other things to catch up on. Could do a recap of the year but hey... I could also just go back and read the blog which was the point in the first place. Enough self involved rant... this post is to publish the results of a whisky tasting as done by Mr Nw, Anti Ob and myself.

Ob had a box of 6 "classic malts" which are classic because they are representative of the 6 whisky regions of Scotland (editor's correction). Or they happen to be sold by the same parent company and can therefore be easily sold in the one box. Ob had already sampled one of them, but luckily I had a little of that very same whisky stashed away in my own whisky collection.

We selected stemmed tulip-shaped glasses since that was what we had on hand, and also since they are supposed to be better for the tasting with the open space around the liquid concentrating to a small opening to smell through. We took an initial taste and then added a tiny amount of water to "open out" the taste. We also left the previously tasted whisky glass around while tasting the next one so we could enjoy the aroma left behind a little later. This turned out to be surprisingly strong and sweet in most cases, and explains a lot about why you always want another glass when you've finished. In this way they were tasted pair-wise in the order below (which was the order in the box). So.... to the whiskies and their results:

Talisker Very peaty. Floral. Strong aroma. Rather impressive. (For some reason we didn't comment much on some of these. Possibly because we hadn't done this before).

Oban Smoother. Less peaty. Sweet. Very pleasant. Long finish. Strong aroma left behind in glass.

Glenkinchie Light aroma. Sweet caramel/oak (chardonnay like characteristic). Diluted made it more honey like although made it too subtle. According to the booklet, this is not just a lowlands whisky, but the driest and smokiest meaning that clearly the lowlanders don't like dry or smokey. After leaving it the aroma was still weak although it had become rather floral.

Dalwhinnie Low aroma. Malty. Honeyish. Water brings out the honey.

Lagavulin Darker colour. Peatiest of them all. Smokey aftertaste. Full of flavour. Sweetens with water. Afterwards smelled caramel-like and smokey.

Cragganmore Dry aroma. Smokey. Mellow. Easy to throw back (was difficult not to just drink it all in one go). Spicy-peppery aftertaste.

We seemed to agree that Talisker was the nicest, and Oban was not too far behind. After this tasting, we were also forutnate enough to compare the refular edition Talisker with the 1991 Distillers Edition Talisker. There was in fact enough difference to make it a different whisky. Not sure if I'd call either superior, just different enough that it's worth keeping a bottle of each, and that maybe I could collect a whisky from every year.....

Lawnmowers.... up close and personal

This is about as close as you'll get to an "action" shot...


Shhhhhh! Be vewwy vewwy quiet... we're hunting gwass...

Dear Diary

Well it's been a little while since I've written anything! Last weekend was kinda hectic between the engagement party on Friday night (tacked on to the back of a work xmas function), with Turkey Day on Saturday night and popping down to Melbourne for lunch. Sunday involved a small flute concert which was a relaxing way to round off the weekend.

Previous weekend involved The Cat Empire (Awesome!) and this weekend involves Yule with a tournament and feast.

I do have some photos lying around as well which should go up but this was more of a wow... it's kind of busy this time of year post.

Mmmmmm sleeeeeeep..........

A stitch in time

Well, it's been a while since I've tried to panorama anything, and Hugin has gone to 0.6.1, so I thought I'd put together some photos I took from Mt Kiera. This is from the south lookout, looking south. Took me a while to remember how to get it to look okay, but I think it's worked.

They are weird down south.

Last weekend we took a relaxing day off and had lunch at the beach down at the 'Gong, strolled around a bit. Lovely day really. Took a few photos. Most of them were either not so great or interesting, but I was amused by these two.

First one: what happens when you throw the last few chips in to the bin at the beach?


Yes that is a bird inside the bin. No I did not put it in there.

Secondly, I found this guy kinda creepy. Also fits in with the what the hell is this guy doing here in October thing (yes it was still October when we went there).

Do they call him Snerg the confectioner? No.

Well... I've had my first attempt at making turkish delight. I used a gelatine based recipe since that's what was lying around. What I learned was:

1. Gelatine in sachets means that you can't control the amount. I think I had slightly too little as it didn't really set enough.
2. With that much sugar in it, the gelatine doesn't seem to be forming jelly as such. It still has that gooey consistency (a little too gooey this time around), so if I want to use gelatine it doesn't ruin the texture.
3. I added around 50mL to a recipe that required only a teaspoon. I can pretty much only taste the lemon juice. It's nice but I wasn't looking for lemon delight. Clearly "the juice of one lemon" means a crappy lemon with very little juice. It's quite strong in lemon taste.

I've now obtained some Cream of Tartar (I'm not going to make that from scratch!) and I've added another batch of petals to the remaining rosewater. After it soaks I'm just bottling it because I'm out of roses.

Soiree was fun!

One of my "My brain is full now!" procrastinations on the weekend was going to Soiree. Here's a piccie of the view from high table



Was pleasant to listen to quite a lot of performance and also do a bit of dancing. There was also plenty of good food. Mmmm. I think someone told me they were period recipes, which would explain why the combinations seemed a little unusual (in a good way).

p.s. I just had some fresh tamarind. Yum! Thankyou MissKrin!

9 down, 3 to go!

Hoorah! Had an exam yesterday. That's it for 4 months, then it's back to some subject that I haven't chosen yet...

I was just trying to find out how long rosewater lasts in the fridge, or keeps in general. Have no idea yet but I really must have entered the wrong search terms. In google I tried a few things, one was a search for preserving rosewater. It turned up a recipe that makes me think twice about food and what combinations are disturbing. It's a recipe for "Watermelon and feta salad with clear tomato jelly". For some reason that just doesn't sound right to me. Certainly not right or wrong enough for me to try making it.

Strength testing...

On the weekend I tried out the rosewater in a pancake batter. 1 cup milk, 1 cup wholemeal flour, some sugar and 1 1/2 tablespoons (North American Metric ones) of rosewater. While we couldn't really taste the rosewater as such, you could tell somthing was there. Not sure if it's a fair test really.

Rosewater is steeping away....

Okay, so the rosewater is busily making itself and smelling lovely. First batch has been squeezed and 2nd steeping is in progress. Might go for a 3rd, depending on how strong it tastes.

As for the Turkish Delight recipes, I'm kind of tempted to make the gelatine version, although it does seem a bit lazy. If I go for that one, it's on Epicurious here or elsewhere with extra lemon juice.

If I do it properly (with cream of tartar and heaps of sugar), I found two choices here and here. The one suggesting the pistachios was a gelatine one. Weird. I thought they would work better in the Tartar by not sinking to the bottom so easily. Oh well.

Proto turkish delight

While we're in farming mode, here's our turkish delight farm. It currently looks like this



and



which was after we harvested



so now it's busily making rose water. We'll see how that goes. Turkish delight is one thing I want to make with it. Maybe also some "cordial". If it has a strong enough taste there should be plenty to make other stuff too. Any suggestions?

Garden Salad!

Well... not quite yet. We have some overgrown aging carrots that now look like this:



and earlier my folks came by and put in some other vegies. The letuces are coming along nicely



but the cucumbers and zucchini are missing, presumed eaten by snails.

It's Barbecue Season

So I found this hilarious. It's from White Ninja Comics.



(Click image for the whole comic)

Two funny things happened to me today!

Firstly, it looks like they've finally finished the IT review. We're getting a preliminary speech about it. They've chosen to give us the talk on Friday 13th.

Seconly, the local feminist group were advertising themselves. They had a cake stall. Not they they are reinforcing stereotypes or anything.

Mind you, lunchtime was a crowded with people vying for attention. There was also the Oxfam/Fair Trade cakestall (bought some of their white chocolate with almonds to try out), an oompah band turned up with guys handing out pretzels to advertise the upcoming octoberfest (their choice in muzak was not so good... chicken dance!?!!), and not to be outdone, some guys walked out on to the library lawn carrying a black coffin. I assume they were advertising a play.

I've had 2 iced coffees today plus my usual breakfast coffee. I'm bouncing a bit. Just to disturb everyone, the 1st iced coffee I bought today was a "Vanilla Ice". It's a bit sweet with the extra vanilla, but I do it just so I can ask for "vanilla ice, ice baby". In winter I order a double macchiato and call it a "Mac Daddy". Maybe I need help.

Damn Monkeys and 'Kn Apes

Last night Mz DestructoMeg took me to the Lowin Award ceremony for Australian contemporary composers. I feel so... ummm... cultured or summink. We had canapes and drinkies so it's all good! Was good to have some live performances thrown in to the mix.

On the way home we stumbled across the Sydney Good Food festival in Hyde Park. It was funny because you could see that Thai food is so not exotic anymore. All the Thai restaurants represented had very little queue. Things like Japanese and Himalayan fared much better. And nobody wanted the Indian food... We ambled around but nothing seemed to strike me as particularly delicious. Possibly because I could identify most of the restaurants there.

Oh yeah... driving back home I bought the final piece of the puzzle. I now own a gas bottle.

***NEWSFLASH***

As of Saturday, high noon, the BBQ has been "cured". There's a few "features" on how some of the buttons work, and it does smell a bit like burned paint, but it's all ready to go! Now to find my pith helmet....

Barbecue Wrasslin'

Okay... I *think* I now have a fully assembled BBQ. I still have some spare bits. I don't know if they are actually imporant, and I'm not 100% certain of where they go. The diagrams are a bit special, and don't really tell you what is actually going on. I'm just hoping that they aren't somehow structural. Unlikely, but I'm not sure I'd like to see a flaming BBQ collapse in front of me.

I also don't yet have a gas bottle.

I have, however, finished Mr Sheening my armour.

Just doin stuff.

Well.. I managed to get my act together enough to go to Spring War! Well, actually I needed to get out of the city so it wasn't really a choice. Just needed to relax out among the trees... and the battlefield. The highlight for me was sitting in the Turkish Coffee House (a tent with some pillows and low tables), drinking turkish coffee, eating turkish delight and looking out at the trees.

Yesterday I managed to submit my assignment for my current subject. It was handed in on time and I don't think it was as bad as I thought it might be. The relaxing break was a good thing.

Workwise I am witnessing the most overly complicated office move in the history of mankind. Not that it is complicated, just that someone keeps "helping" and changing things regularly. There is always more than one "surprise du jour".

And lastly... I attempted to assemble a BBQ (early xmas prezzie from the folks) last night. There should always be one or two bits left over. It's traditional and adds to the puzzle of the whole thing. There shouldn't be 14 pieces left over. Took a while to work out where I think they should go... this time for sure! How hard can it be to assemble a BBQ? Really?!?!

I also still need to Mr Sheen my armour...

Uncollapsing the core

With the list of intriguing turns of phrase as seen on ForBattle!, I had to publish this little collection too. A friend of mine was so obsessed with the new speak turn of phrase "uncollapsing the core" that he tried to find out what it meant. This was the best he could do:

1. “The uncollapsing theorem proposes that the possibility exists that a person in a deep meditative state can cause matter to assume a quantum superposition of states.”

2. “Collapsing a world works but uncollapsing it causes an out of memory crash.”

3. “In the real world, buildings may collapse into rubble, for example, but rubble does not "uncollapse" to form a building”

4. “Collapsed voids actually uncollapse into simple voids in this phase”

Another fun-filled weekend!

Well... once again it is time to procratinate. I have an assignment due in just over a week (in fact, just after Spring War. Yay for timing.) and a few emails I should write, as well as work to do. So I'm a blogging. As you do.

Friday night was fun. Went to see an Aark concert. Wasn't quite as weird as the other one I went to. Didn't really push the "What is music?" boundaries but was fabulous nonetheless. Some parts sounded a lot like The Necks. Some parts sounded like a soundtrack to a 50s detective movie. I was waiting for someone in a funky suit and hat to be standing somewhere in a darkened corner of the stage. Speaking of which, the venue itself is inspiring too. The Verbruggen Hall is a beautiful hall in a great building. Anyway, it was a great gig. If you are in to music that is a bit out there, it's great.

Saturday night involved going to the St Ursula birthday feast. Not really much to say. Had a great time. Good company.

Sunday was much more fun for me. I strapped on the armour and entered the "Rowany Tournament of Champions". It was a Valhalla style tournament. Considering that the weather was hot and dry, it was a little on the gruelling side. Okay... also considering that my fitness could be a lot better, it was gruelling. I got to the point where I couldn't really throw a shot, or move my shield effectively any more so it was pointless going back on. So how does a Valhalla style tournament work? Simple! If you have a group of fighters in a large field, you play with Melee rules, meaning that you engage your worthy opponent formally. This allows for many simultaneous one on one bouts. Once you have been slain, you watch... if the person who killed you then gets killed, you return from Valhalla to take the field again! This means that to win the tournament you need to kill all who are in the tournament. In a row. There is no other way. So when there are a number of good people in the tournament, and 24 people actually in armour, this can take some time. So despite me not doing particularly well in the tournament, I had a fantastic time and I also feel the better for having had the exercise. It did leave me well exhausted for the evening and I'm feeling some of the pain today. Including the bruises. But at least I've had some fighting before I head off to Spring War next weekend!

Edit: That's right! I almost forgot. I got to see Mic Conway out and about with 2 scary looking characters while shopping at Ashfield Mall. He was rudely interrupted by the Cat in the Hat, but used the opportunity to change "you are my sunshine" to "you are my cat-in-the-hat". Apparetnly he was in town for the Ukulele festival. Not sure my attention span could cope with that much Ukulele.

Yestarrrday were pirate day!

Here's the best thing to come out of pirate day for me. A pirate insult generator! It also has other modes. I likes it a lot, which is why it's going here.

Mr Snerg I'll cut ye, ye mutinous swine... Prepare for yer doom!. I'll plunder yer coffer, ye scrappy sea bass... Ye'll meet the rope's end for that, me bucko!. I'll skewer yer gizzard, ye scurvy-infested matey... Blimy!. We'll plunder yer booty, ye scurvy-infested swine... Shiver me timbers!. Yer doom be at hand, ye mutinous pirate... Blimy!. Enter your name to be insulted: 1 insult2 insults3 insults4 insults5 insults6 insults7 insults8 insults9 insults10 insults Mode: CombinedClassicEvil Fortune CookiePiratePsychiatricRedneckShakespeareanSimpleYo momma One of 73 thousand Pirate insults by Insult-O-Matic

Heaps o' stuff!

Where, oh where has my weekend gone?

I'm typing this out because firstly, I'm procrastinating. I should be doing more studying type stuff or even work-related stuff. Secondly I think my brain has had enough for the day. I can't even decide what I want for dinner.

So where did it go?

Well, on Friday night we went to see Varekai, the latest Cirque du Soleil performance. Wow. Just wow. Watching people fold themselves in half which wearing funky outfits is great! One of my favourite things was the fact that they show that they are human. You can see the expressions of "yeah! I nailed that one!" and "I rock!" before they slip back into the focussed trance of trying not to injur themselves. They guys who were juggling each other were showing the most expression. There was a huge variety of styles of entertainment. The music is played and sung live. Performers vary from amusing side-kick gags to intense juggling and working far too far off the ground. There was also the spectacular costumes tying all the acts together through a nice little story. There was also so much happening at once that I know I missed quite a few things, and if you'd see the same show a few times it would still be great. Of course, post-show was the sit around the pub waiting for traffic to clear. There had to be a rugby league game on the night we went, didn't there? It was funny watching the football-going crowd separating from the circus-going crowd.

Saturday was a stay at home and relax day. Got up late. Cooked up a nice fried up breaky. Ate it on the picnic rug out in the back yard. I like having a yard! Headed off to Newtown to buy some more coffee from Campos (the last of our supply was donated to a good cause). Ended up buying the last of their coffee of the month. It's an Ethiopian blend that I can't seem to remember the name of. Guess it doesn't matter if I can't get it again! Very tasty though. While in Newtown I bought some boats. Somebody decided to get me started on collecting "Pirates of the Spanish Main". Hmmm... something collectable. Hope I don't get too obsessive over this one. At home spent a few hours catching up on readings for my current subject. Not sure what I think of this one. It makes some good points but gets there in very odd ways.

We did of course end up spending the late hours of the evening playing Pirates. I feel the game was a success since half of the boats ended up derelict. We played with only the 2 of us, 30 points worth of ship/crew, a total of 6 wild island plus 2 home islands, with 5 coins on each. This made the game more interesting as each boat had to do at least 2 runs to clean up an island somewhere.

Sunday slept in. Couldn't decide what to have for Brekky, which didn't matter because my indecision was interrupted by a "get out of bed and come and have breakfast!" phone call. Hooray for Ms Baggy-Trousers! When we got to Envy, it turned out the Fitz 'n' Krin were also there and one of them may also have a Pirates obsession. Heh. The it was off to Burwood to meet up with DV and Nw, to go see Mic Conway and his Junk Band. They rock! Turns out I've been looking for them for around 10 years. I saw them come on before Steeleye Span at the Three Weeds (one of them.. can't remember which 3 weeds it was), and thought they were great. They did a great cover of Road to Nowhere which.... strangely... they played this time too. Anyway, back then I thought they were great but promptly forgot their name and hadn't been able to find them since. Now I own 2 of their albums. Maybe I should have asked for autographs while I was there. Ah well... anyway, Burwood festival was fun. There were some fun boats to watch, heaps of great stalls and I got to eat some strange food. I tried a Japanese noodle pizza. Was surprisingly tasty! Well, with the number of sauces and spices poured on top it wasn't that surprising. But I'd eat another one!

After that, it was time for home. Was supposed to go out again to hang out with some people again but quite frankly... too tired. Also needed to get some more study done. I've done a bit. I've also done the dishes and ordered pizza and typed this up. Hmmm... procratination, full steam ahead!

Finality for the real estate agents...

Just as an amusing aside, and so I remember how much I trust these guys, I had to follow them up. Earlier last week I emailed and say hey.. ummm.. about that money. Turned out that she'd forgotten to put in the account number and the money was sitting in a holding account. Apologies ensued and the money actually arrived by last Friday. Wow. That didn't take long at all, did it?

One victory!

I finally called up NRMA to clear up the difference between dates on the cheque and after a bit of a chat and a "hmmm... I'll have a look at that for you" I got a "The difference between what you received and what you should have received was $51. I'm printing out the cheque now. Where would you like it sent?"

Yay!

Still haven't received my bond reimbursement.....

Spring has sprung!

While we were up at my parents' house this weekend, I took some pictures of what is growing in their garden. I can see why my mum likes spring so much.