I just realised, I don’t think I’ve ever put up a link to my YouTube page.
The majority of it is family-related, unedited footage of kids and stuff.
I haven’t even uploaded my video portfolio material there yet, which will definitely have to be rectified soon.
In the meantime, enjoy the link and I’ll post again when my portfolio is there.
Just a quick link to Lost Remote with some more for the “video content on the web”, Newspapers vs Television debate.
Lost Remote: Behind the scenes of newspapersâ€™ video efforts.
Then I’m off to Sydney for the weekend to see my newest niece, Jenna! Until next week.
Oh settle down people, it’s not a french maid! It’s me, doing some housework.
Yes, I do housework since I’m home most of the day with naught to do. Although given the state of things as they were when this video was taken in December you wouldn’t know it.
The sound and picture quality aren’t great on my six-year-old camera, but it does the job.
It hasn’t really been Paradise this week, but neither has it been an Inferno.
In fact, it’s been much cooler than an inferno, with our air conditioner finally getting installed! The guy came on Monday, I helped him install it and had cool comfort that night. He came back Tuesday to ‘finish’ the job, but he’s not happy with how it looks. I couldn’t care less, it’s there and it’s working, that’s all I need.
Unfortunately he wants us to pay him. Our lease said the owner would purchase an air conditioner, and we would install it. To us that meant getting my brother-in-law and a friend of his who have installed several air conditioners to do it for free. When the owner’s tradesman/cousin said he would install it I thought that meant, ‘as part of my service to you since it’s almost a quarter of the way through the lease that this air conditioner was supposed to be a part of’.
But no, once we were done, with my help the entire time both days he was here, he’s asking for payment. When I told him we would have otherwise done it ourselves at no cost, he said he’d get back to me, billing some to the owner and some to us “given the rent situation”. Cool.
I started rugby training last Monday night at Norths in Brisbane. I had to eat late since we didn’t finish with the air conditioner until almost 5.30, and so my four years without fitness work paid dividends come sprints at 7.30. That is, my body rejected in protest the small amount of food I had eaten earlier. Wednesday night was a much more relaxed affair, with only some lineout and scrummaging work before a relatively easy 3km run to finish the night. Returning again Thursday night, training wasn’t as bad, but I had to pull over for 15 minutes on the way home because I thought I was about to throw up out the window while I was driving.
So while last week may have been the lower reaches of purgatory, I had expected this week to be a further descent. I’m working Tuesday and Thursday nights from 9pm to 5am, with Thursday’s shift following rugby training. Unfortunately, since training on Monday and Wednesday has been cancelled, Thursday is likely to be brutal.
And why has training been cancelled? Because the club makes more money from the touch football competition than it does from the rugby team. So the rugby team vacates the playing field. A strange scenario if you’re looking to field a well-trained team when the season actually starts.
At least this week is not as was expected: go straight to work till midnight from Monday’s training. Work 9-5am Tuesday night. Go straight to work till midnight from Wednesday’s training. Go straight to work till 5am from Thursday’s training.
It’s yet to be seen how we’ll cope.
Blogging has been particular slack to start off the New Year, but that’s because I’ve been keeping myself extremely busy – and away from the computer.
That’s not entirely true, I’ve been on the computer, only without internet access at home. The free student dial-up allocation of 150mb never lasts through the month, but I managed to blow it out of the water in a record-breaking three days this time.
Now I almost feel like I’m caught up on everything I need to do! I’ve enrolled in what should be the last five classes of my university life, which I’ll show at the bottom of the post.
I’ve organised our unit so efficiently that everything – except one rogue filing box – has an allocated spot. It’s a whole new world without obstacles, where every room in the house can be traversed effortlessly. Not a hop, skip or a jump to be seen. I was going to say it was an unnatural environment and that I was out of my comfort zone, but I think it may only be the latter of those statements that is false. It is unnatural, but something I’ve found myself disturbingly comfortable with. The organisation may have whet the appetite of an obsessive compulsive personality lurking within.
As part of that cleanup I borrowed my parent’s vacuum cleaner, the merits of which have been discussed before. My brother managed to break it before moving south at Christmas, but a new belt only set me back $9 and a few minutes to fit it. On returning the vacuum cleaner I also managed to fix my parent’s in-sinkerator with the very technical know-how that is the ‘reset’ button. Need a handyman to do those ridiculously simple jobs around the house? I’m your guy.
We signed a new lease in November last year (previously discussed in detail), the terms of which included getting an air-conditioner and replacing the carpet with an as-yet-undecided alternative. Today, only two months later and after much nagging of the real estate agent, the property owner’s cousin came by to measure for the flooring and the air conditioner. I buttered him up with some plunger coffee and a bit of conversation, and we might even have some AC by next week. Bonus!
Next week I’ll start going to rugby training for the first time in almost four years. I haven’t played rugby because I’ve continually decided against committing myself to training twice a week, but I can’t resist any longer. My body is tired after one night back on night-fill at Coles, so it will be interesting to see how I cope with fitness work, but I’m looking forward to getting back into it. It’s probably a result of my complaining for the last three years that I’d rather be playing rugby, but my wife’s Christmas present to me was Queensland Red’s membership for the both of us this year. With their first game in just three weeks, we’ll be there for all the action. Without the injured Chris Latham they’ll have an even harder time winning than they have in the recent past
That looks like a fairly comprehensive run down of what’s been going on, so that just leaves my list of classes for this year.
- Journalism internship (I don’t know where I’m going yet, but these are the preferences I gave)
The dust hasn’t quite settled on the Christmas period for us. Before leaving for 10 days at my in-laws, we collected some presents from my parent’s house on Christmas Eve.
The presents we got then were numerous and great, but now we’ll have a few more from other family members to open when we go over for dinner Thursday night. After that, I think Christmas will be done and dusted.
As it is, several DVDs received as presents, including the first four series of Scrubs (12 disks), amounts to a grand total of 3136 minutes of viewing time. That’s 52 hours and 16 minutes of eye-shattering television watching. Not sure exactly how we’ll manage it, but so far we’ve made it through half of Season 1 of Scrubs, and an hour of Champagne Comedy.
I entered the year with a 14-day-old marriage, and exit having experienced the joys and trials that come with those most important first 12 months of wedlock.
Some other things happened during the year, including university, the FIFA World Cup, and others, but they were all pretty much woven into those joys and trials already mentioned.
Speaking of trials, Saddam Hussein managed to steal the headlines to memorably finish off 2006 – his face plastered across New Year’s Eve newspapers the world over.
So farewell, 2006.
This post has been a long time coming (six months!).
Kate offered to do ‘snacks’ for a weekend youth camp that we otherwise weren’t involved with, or attending.
We were required to provide much more food than we had initially expected, and stayed up till 1.30am finishing the cook-a-thon. This is a brief story, in pictures, of that evening.
Click here to see the full gallery, with mostly the same pictures.
The tools were ready.
The ingredients were ready.
And Ariel was getting worried about what exactly was going on.
Once we got into it there was quality melting chocolate,
and cheap melting chocolate that just looks wrong, but otherwise was great.
Once the melting had been done,
the ingredients mixed,
and cookies ready to bake,
there were beaters, spoons, and bowls aplenty to be “cleaned”. Mmmmm.
It was all a bit rich though, so some anti-sweeteners were required. Milk and pear had to suffice.
One scoop for the mix, one scoop for Dave. One scoop for the mix, one scoop for Dave.
Jam-drops (pre-cooked), fudge, and chocolate coconut slice were all there too.
The caramel slice needed a base, some caramel, and chocolate over the top!
But it just wouldn’t set in the fridge, ending up in disaster. Oh well, two caramel slices that had to be eaten with a spoon. I wouldn’t recommend it.
Of course, there’s always washing up to do to end the whole process.
As part of the campaign to stop violence against women, mentioned in the last post, you can wear a white ribbon. This is mine.
Today is also the United Nations International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women.
As this post is published, I will be wearing the ribbon while we are out watching Pirates of Penzance, although while wearing some more appropriate clothing for the occassion. I suppose we’re going to the opera, since it’s presented by Opera Australia, although I’m sure it would be classified as a musical.
I may write a review of the show if I find the time in my schedule, busy as it is in this post-exam period.
We’ve just received notice from our property manager that our rent will be increasing by $20 per week once our lease runs out on November 17. What to do, what to do?
The rental agency wants us to advise them of our intentions by October 20th – one week from now – even though we don’t have to give notice of moving out until two weeks before the lease is up.
Moving is definitely an option, and luckily with my final exams on November 8, 14 and 15, I at least wouldn’t have to worry about the lengthy process of resettling while I still had an exam pending. Downside is that we would have to have found a place before the 17th, which is a long process and right during exams.
UPDATE:I’m breaking my self-imposed gag order for two things. First, this bit of news which will be of interest mainly to my family about our living situation, first written last Thursday. The update, and hence post, is that we’re looking at a 2-bedroom unit tonight that is about 5 minutes from where we are now. The second thing is the polls in the post below. I closed both polls after overwhelming respondents – okay, two of the three votes – detested the flash puzzle. Consequently the puzzle has also been removed so it doesn’t keep loading each time someone comes to the page. That is all – still working on assignments.
This is my birthday present from my beautiful wife, Kate. It’s a copy of the Tiger operating system for Mac 10.4.6 – mentioned earlier here. For a while I’ve been looking forward to getting it, not so much for the features the operating system provides, but for the programs (free) that won’t run on the previous operating system. I already have a bunch of applications in a special “10.4+” folder patiently waiting for good use – or simply for playing – with Tiger.
But it’s still wrapped in plastic, and I have vowed not to take it out until I have completed all my assignments… I look forward to using it one day.
Happy Birthday to me, punk.
Crap. Our goldfish, Ariel, has been in a bad way for a couple of weeks. Today she’s not moving at all, and I thought she was totally gone. Currently madly searching for cures for fishy illness.
Ariel, in happier times.
It hasn’t rained much in Brisbane for the last couple of years really, what with the drought and all. That makes the rain that fell a few days ago all the better. Coupled with that, although entirely unrelated, has been the intake of copious amounts of water. While at university all day, I’ve found I’m drinking at least two litres of water a day as I refill my 600ml container.
Surely this is doing good things for my system, evidenced (in my opinion as a doctor) by the urgent need to visit the bathroom at about noon every day, and then hourly thereafter. As you may be able to imagine, this can at times be an annoyance.
Today’s story is my trip to pick up Kate from work in the city. Normally she meets me at university but, since it was pouring rain, her Knight in Shining Armour (me) raced over to whisk her away on a White Stallion (dirty 1983 Toyota Corolla).
More people drove to work to avoid getting wet, not having rained for a long time (my parent’s young pets witnessed it for the first time and completely freaked out), so the traffic was particularly bad. So bad, in fact, that I had time to do both the crossword and Sudoku while driving into the city.
Thus my theory of ACHIEVEMENT! goes something like this:
Where ‘completion of Crossword’ equals X, ‘completion of Sudoku’ equals S, and ‘time in traffic’ equals t
(X/S) – t = ACHIEVEMENT!
It was mostly an achievement for doing it in traffic. Unfortunately, there was an offsetting equation that could have ruined the whole afternoon. For reasons I won’t go into, I had to buy something to get some change. My purchase was 600 ml of coke. I made the mistake of opening it before my ‘time in traffic’ began. Thus the offsetting equation is:
(>2L(H2O)) * (0.6L(Coke)) + t = DISASTER!
Fortunately I averted DISASTER! by not drinking all of the 600ml Coke before reaching a toilet, thus nullifying the equation. It was poorly thought out, and unfortunate, that the need for an urgent hourly bathroom visit began soon after the departure on this 45 minute drive into the city.
Overall, the result of these equations was a slim ACHIEVEMENT!
It’s Ekka Holiday tomorrow in Brisbane, otherwise known as the Royal Exhibition. Kate and I are off to the coast right now to see my new niece. My sister-in-law had baby number five on Sunday, Gemma.
I’m coming back tomorrow for our must-win rescheduled soccer game. With only three games left in the season we may not make the finals. Shock!
To keep you all occupied until such time as we meet again, here is a little online game that was sent to me after the World Cup final. I put together a big long post about Zidane’s sending off for a headbutt, but never bothered finishing it. This link was down for a while because of huge traffic, but it’s up again now.
You’re Zidane, see how many Materazzi’s you can headbutt before being shown the red card.