So I’ve been putting all my data backup CDRs onto an external hard drive. So I’ve been looking through more than 10 years worth of stuff. The most interesting was IRC chats from 2002. I can’t believe the things I wrote. It was quite an entertaining read in hindsight. Perhaps I could take some advice from myself. This would prevent… Read more →
Monday. Actually productive.
I’m going to get my brain scanned for science. Woo. At least this will give me something to do, outside of being a housekeeper. I washed couch covers, did Joff’s laundry, cleaned and dusted. Tonight I wasted my evening watching Geek Tv Monday on ABC, and trawling India Knight’s blog. *swoon* I’m going to start crafting again soon. Read more →
T’Nealle tells the Hotdog story better
http://wehavealwayslivedinthecastle.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-was-freaking-awesome.html I just realised I should have linked this to her telling of events. Read more →
Gypsy Death Core
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6am
Day 1
My failed photo blog.
I promised T’Nealle that I would try and take pictures of the ridiculous fried chicken take aways in London. However I started the photo essay too late, and mostly after I had left living in North London, where the majority of the hilarious names are. So here is a failed look at chicken takeaways of LDN; Chicks- Wood Green. T… Read more →
A non linear photo essay of T’Nealle and myself in London pt 2- The IKEA chronicle
So it was a dark and typically London stormy night. Sitting on the 341, but not to Waterloo… we took it to Waterloo, but then we also took it to Angel… which is the complete other end of the line. With a quick stop to pick up a key in Brick lane… BTW, this was during the Tube Strikes. We… Read more →
A non linear photo essay of T’Nealle and myself in London pt 1
Sense of scale Umm… we saw it on the tube. All Saints. Picnic Nom. This is when we got a text message about the earthquake in Chch. Arts and Crafts It’s hiding now Arie’s Mega Breakfast from the Titanic Cafe in Holloway Rd. Stuck in traffic on a bus on Kensington High St 3 hours later on the tube, near… Read more →
Um.
Barcelona may well be a beautiful city. For me however, I don’t think I’ll ever like it much. Watching and listening to my parents battle out their relationship in front of me is something that will ruin this city forever. I wish they would learn to keep me out of it. I know shit is tough, but as their child… Read more →