Yeah, so.
He’s having a baby, and so am I.
He’s balding, and so am I.
He started a new blog, and so did I.
End transmission.
dangerously close
23 August, 2008yikes,
there’s only 10 days until Hardman 2.0 arrives.
..i might be off-line for a while after that… (ha! i am making joke about myself!)
cheers,
gizo
Oh hi – you’re still here?
3 August, 2008Sure, so it’s been a fair while since I showed my face around here. Even longer since I did anything worthwhile (have I ever, you ask).
I’m not even going to bother trying to make sense of it all, but it’s worth (worth, really?) covering a few basic points.
The Hardman turned two. There were family, friends, balloons, and wholemeal fairy bread. There was also coffee, helium, network cable under the house, and nachos – delicious nachos.
The working life has been tiresome. It’s been a fairly trying time, but I’m not entirely sure why. Perhaps I have distemper, or malcontent.
Luckily, I have a super funky support team back at Club Basin. The Hardman is a source of constant joy (excepting his constant mischievousness and cantankerousness), and Kymbo is my rock – even though I do run the risk of wearing her down like an ocean (she claims I do not wear her down, but it’s my blog, so I can say what I choose).
We’ve offloaded some surplus whitegoods, and in the process witnessed the most overcrowded shed my family will ever likely produce. Also got to see the dastardly effect of termites, and played with a super-funky mouse (geeksville mouse, not Year 10 Science).
Surely the best endeavour of late has been the garden. I have been a somewhat willing brawn to Kymbo’s brain, and used my massive manlike muscle power to build four redgum garden beds (with real life bolts). We hired some sexagenarians to fill the beds with mushroom compost, and we currently have some little baby garlics and cabbage and lettuce showing their heads. There are also some teepees (from the original rampant bamboo) which are sporting the first sprouts of peas.
Today we augmented the beds with some potato hay beds. Layers of hay, poo, poo, blood and bone. Then more hay. An some potatoes in there somewhere. They will (in theory) provide us with a fairly constant crop (‘pluck as you tuck’) of clean potatoes from December onwards.
The chooks are chooking on – George is still frit of the humans, and Penny is growing a new bunch of feathers. I hope she’ll get back on the lay, because Mum is back at work and selling her eggs again.
That’s about all for now – I can hear the Hardman snorting in his sleep, and the Kymbo is hankering for a scratchy head. I’ll try to link in a photo of the new beds – let’s see if I can work this technology stuff.
Cheers,
gizo
Worst. Map. Ever.
19 July, 2008You do not have to finish a book just because you started it
5 July, 2008Bookboy on ceasing to read a book you’re not enjoying, and choosing one you do…
You will be happier. Your face will glow. People will find you more attractive. The world will be a better place.
You may even win the lottery.
(link)
“Christmas on Mars” interview with The Flaming Lips’ Wayne Coyne, Pt. 1 » Scene-Stealers
27 June, 2008“Christmas on Mars” interview with The Flaming Lips’ Wayne Coyne, Pt. 1 » Scene-Stealers
Have not watched it yet, hope to over the weekend…
When I received the letter, it was like an invitation to be happy
7 June, 2008(I read that title somewhere in a Sugargliders or Steinbecks space)
I just sent Kym off to her last market for the year, and was about to get Harvald ready for our grocery shopping.
Fired up the ‘pooter to listen to some Gary Numan (he’s apop-star, and he’s got his pilot’s license – how cool is that?).
And that’s when I saw the little red ‘1’ on my mail icon. I clicked, looked, and saw the title of the waiting email – ‘Final Update from Raleigh – We’re coming home!’.
Fuck yeah!
(Dammit, I’m starting to tear up)
I stood up, and I said ‘Yeah!’
4 May, 2008I just finished setting up the secondary stereo in the front room. Huge thanks to gonty for the re-loan of Dad’s Marantz, and the speakers.
It’s a refreshing setup – I love the old Marantz, and I love having the boot rack (cheers, Vetti) back out in the open.
To test out the new setup, there really was only one choice of album. ‘The Soft Bulletin‘. I really cannot describe how much this album rocks. The only downside to the album is the lurking knowledge that the Lips will never produce anything as great as this again.
So I stand up, I say ‘Yeah!’, and I try not to think about the end….
UPDATE: I also am moved to stand up and say ‘ah crap it’ – because my CD player is still a bit dodgy. Seems like the laser loses sight of the disc every now and then. It’s amazing how off-putting a tiny gap in sound can be.
SECOND UPDATE: I have corrected spelling, for Crumpet. It’s been a rough day, okay?
Huzzah for the Italians
30 April, 2008It is with pride in my heart that I acknowledge my Italian heritage (there is some, tucked away somewhere in there), and let you all know that tonight I enjoyed the company of a good friend, some delicious bolognese, and finished off the superb bottle of Italian Red that Vetti and Joff gifted me for my birthday.
Squoot!
gizo is bug 
