I used to have an iPod...

Ah, bless the bloggy world. Such fun to be had. Saw the coolest little video thanks to Mr Gray.

I posted my grandmother's birthday present today, late, of course. I also FINALLY posted Meghan's present, well over 7 months late... I'm no good with mail. It's a curse. Anyway, they're gone now. I have only one more thing to post - Finn's journal. Which is gonna be heavy. Nuts.

I took apart my iPod tonight, just me, a screwdriver, a bunch of bobby pins, and a pair of pliers. Good fun, but it's still not working. On the upside, I now know how to change the battery and the hard drive. So, if I can get a hard drive second hand from an iPod that had a bung battery, I'll be sweet. Unfortunately, I don't think that's gonna happen. I may have to buy a new one, which is gonna be expensive. And a dilemma. I could get a 20/30gig, now I don't need it for storing data, or I could get a 60gig for only $100 or so more. Double capacity for $100... purr. I so don't need it, but it would be handy, since my iBook HD is only 30. I'd like to be able to store song files in organised folders and not have to sift through the invisable iTunes folder. So... tough call. I'll have to look into pricing on HDs. Alternately, I could get a bigger HD for my iBook. Or can I? Dunno. Will have to check my capacity for ungrades on this thing. I know I can add more RAM... help?


hot: X Files
not: hunger
music: none, watching NCIS
mood: hungry
goals: stop hungry

Tired, But Otherwise Fine

Had two bottles of V at 8.45 this morning, was totally wired til about 2pm, then crashed and was reeeeally cranky. Could've had something to do with Chris being a total dickhead, of course. Anyway, I finally found the strength to NOT bother with the hot food at the cafe next door, it looks good, but is ALWAYS bad. I got a sandwich, which is always GOOD, but for some reason, I like getting something hot. Even though they always over cook the pasta, and the chicken is nasty and processed, and it's all generally swill. Good sandwiches though. Must keep reminding myself of that.

I sent the pigeon off on Saturday, did I mention that before? I dunno. But it's gone anyway. And of course, the next day I found the PERFECT fabric with which I could have made it, the ultimate pigeon-grey flanellette. Fate is a bastard. I couldn't be mad though, it was too funny. God only knows what anyone around me would've thought, me standing there holding a pair of mens grey pajama pants, chuckling quietly to myself. Madness. I got them anyway of course, and a paler grey, perhaps for the cat, and a brown and a black. I shoulda got more, but I'm trying real hard to not spend too much money this fortnight, since i have to pay 5 weeks rent instead of 4 and Emma still owes me $100. So much for paying me back the following Tuesday... If I didn't kinda need it, that would be fine, but it's really annoying that she's done it. I wish people weren't so crap about borrowing money and not paying it back. Geoff still owes me $50 from about 5 months ago, but I'm not gonna bother even asking for it, i owe him for a phone bill anyway, and he let me stay with him for about 2 and a half weeks last June, and I had no money to give him then, so it works out (probably still in my favour, in fact). And Emma was a big help when I first arrived, but $100 is a lot of money to have suddenly gone from your life. Especially when you've had to pay for silk screens that week. And you're moving house. And you really wanna fly up to Sydney to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs... I can't believe they sold out down here and they still haven't announced a second show. Bastards. Come on, Modular Touring, I'm dying here... And another thing, while we're on the subject... When the fuck are Gomez gonna release dates? I s'pose I could always ask someone, but I feel a bit dodgy.

Anyway, it's midnight. I should be asleep.


hot: My new house
not: Dead iPod
music: ^ None.
mood: Sleeeeepy
goals: Get up early enough to bring in my washing. Yeah, right...

Yay

I have a home!

We Got The Hook-Ups

Finally, finally, got the damn server working. Talk about irritating. I have no idea how it works, of course, and really don't care, so long as it does what it does properly and without crashing my baby. My feckin' ipod is being a stroppy bitch though, causing havoc all over.



ANYWAY... I should be making poky little gifs to make this site look pretty and stuff. Does anybody happen to have the Split the Difference font?

Did You Kick the Cable?

So the geekend began... after a hearty meal of very good rotisserie chicken and debatable chipfare, we have settled in for the night shift. I have berocca and chocolate and we have liquid skin playing in the background, so we should be fine. For about an hour. Then my cold will likely get the better of me and I'll die. Still, good times til then. I wanna 'nother drink, yo.


hot: Strongbow and Lindt
not: Indy begging for pats
music: Mez
mood: Congested
goals: Get something done, anything... anything at all.

Monday morning, up with a lark

I love public holidays. If not for them, I would have to sit around feeling immensly crap at work, which would suck heaps more than sitting around feeling immensly crap in the comfort of my home. I think I may shortly go back to bed.

First off though, I have to have a rant about the shite state of affairs of things regarding grey flannelette. I cannot find any, anywhere. Not even in old man pajamas at Big W... I'm going to have to take a look in Target tomorrow, and maybe KMart today if it's open, and then, failing that, trawl every independant poky little menswear store in the suberbs til I find some grey pajamas. Or sheets, or anything. Or I could dye some. I dunno, the whole thing is just a huge pain in the ass.

It will be worth it though. It will it will it will.

*anybody remember The Little Red Caboose? I think I can I think I can...*

Play with this

Click on the title and watch the video. I'm tired, getting sick, and don't feel like typing. I'm going to sleep.

hot: www.pandora.com
not: stickyness
music: watching House
mood: pretty good, and yet have that feeling of doom
goals: Get something done

Monday, not at all Manic

I finally finished Jeff's birthday present, and am fairly pleased with the outcome. In fact, I kinda wanna keep it/them. But I shan't, or every time I look at it, I'll feel bad about it, and there's enough going on already.

Saw the cutest little house the other day, and the perfect room. I could not have hoped for better, it was just around the corner, close to the corner store, my Saturday breakfast haunt, cheaper than this place, and had central heating. Both flatmates seem nice and normal without being boring, and... I really want it. They said they'd call. They haven't yet. When should I give up? Not til Wednesday.

What else? Oh, pics! ooo, wait, no, they're in photoshop format. I'll post them tomorrow.


hot: Berry Zinger and Macadamia Flower Honey
not: Old wet spinach
music: BB06 up late in the next room
mood: Good, bit tired.
goals: Get to work on time tomorrow morning.

Only 56% ?

You Are 56% Evil

You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side. Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.

How Evil Are You?

hot: Phil
not: Jon
music: Lucy harping on : )
mood: tired
goals: stay awake

Kwik but Bored

Hey. I'm at work. I have NOTHING to do, because the printer is broken, and I've done everything else I can do. So I'm just pissing around again. I should go through the archives and email all the decent stuff I've done to my own address so i have a copy of it for my folio...

I have so much to do at the moment, it's crazy. I gotta find a new place, design some shirts, finish the Magazine brief so I can send it out, finish the new smilies for the forum, work on my site, and the secret site that's a secret but not porn, and do some washing, and pack. And it's my grandothers birthday on Tuesday, and she thinks Im a groupie because I made Ian a tshirt. Which just makes me think that SHE was a groupie. But I still gotta get her a gift. Hm.

Anyway, I may put up some pictures soon.


hot: Tax Returns in a month
not: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
music: none, sadly
mood: Bored
goals: Scan things.

Cool Things Happen to the Uncool

I feel rather... chuffed, I guess, that people like the stuff I make. I just wish I could stop myself from feeling this... creative performance anxiety.