Read My Mind

A very happy birthday to my brother.  He is old now.

Wii are all looking forward to helping him celebrate with the traditional family dinner.

Results of the tennis tournament, bowling playoffs and boxing bout to be posted soon.

Saturday night I was watching the Cats demolish Carlton (as expected) and a little number catches my eye.  Well actually the number itself is huge, painted in red at one end of Telstra Dome and blue at the other, piercing the 50m arc in front of the goals.

Only this wasn’t a fifty, but one hunderd and fifty.

Does anyone know why?

The whole reason for me starting this blog, as well as a flickr account, friendfeed page, twitter, discogs, last.fm, even MyFolia, was to establish a online presence, fuelling my egocentrism (or as I say to everyone else, completing a social experiment).

As it turns out, the pooch ends up on someone else’s web page before I do.

Damn pooch.

(UPD: He’s very cute tho…)

Bless me Father for I have sinned…

It has been 14 days since my last confession post.

So, why the delay?  What has been happening in the land of ‘C?  What on Earth could have kept me so busy as to deprive my loyal reader(s) of any updates?

How about:

neutered pooch

end of month

payroll

big v

itchy neutered pooch

the dishes

friendfeed

sudoku

my delivery service

sam & dean winchester

infected itchy neutered pooch

the vet

blanched broccoli with chili and anchovy pasta

gregory house

vjbl

my personal dilemma with picasa/flickr

beck’s and carlton draught

bitlord

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hmmmm……bad news.