There is a guy in my world who actually goes by the name of “the Saunternator” and he has to be seen to be believed. He can do a Mick Jagger strut and pout that will render you immobile with mirth and not a little afraid of how freaking close it is…He’s loud an proud and completely indifferent to the social niceties of personal space and he’s an ever loving, good old Kiwi boy who loves footy, the real footy, Rugby Union footy. The kind they play in heaven.
It’s the kind of footy I’m a bit fond of too… It’s the Kiwi condition… born and raised steeped in blood, sweat, and the competition of two massive teams fighting for glory and honour. Arrggh arrgh arrgh… Hoo Yah.
Just prior to the beginning of the new Super 14 competition Saunter slings his arm around me at the office and [loudly] invites me to join his tipping competition. You know, the kind of comp where, each week, you pick the teams that are going to win, score points for every win you picked and the odd bonus if you pick a 4 try score. If you’re the biggest scorer by the end of the comp you ‘scoop the pool’ as it were…
Apparently I’m the glamour puss of the comp. Or at least, the only girl…
Anyway [here’s where I get to the point] he also fancies himself of a bit of matchmaker…
And it’s yours truly who he’s currently got in his sights… and so, here I am waiting for the phone call he’s [apparently] setting up…
I could be waiting a while… so until that happens… you can follow Dee’s footy tips if you like…
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Note To Self
Must go to college at 9am rather than going to work.
[end note]
Where are Your Neighbours Right Now?
Bodies found inside Sydney unit – National – smh.com.au (May require free registration)
5 dead bodies THIS MONTH… 3 of them sitting in their apartments for MONTHS without anyone realising…
I’m apalled that NO ONE noticed… don’t let your neighbours be next… Start TAKING NOTICE please people. Especially if your neighbours are elderly.
Thank you.
[updated report]
[end rant]
Techalogically Speeking
My techalogical cup has runneth over…
First there was the new preciousand now there is a new lapdog.
You may remember that the old lapdog, lovingly known as Dell, was a gift. I may or may not have told you that… but there you have it, it was a gift from a v. good friend.
It was/is still a v.good computer and has given me v. little trouble except for the usual wear and tear on the power cable (which has been replaced 2x, ka-ching) and today, a facelift for the hood (bonnet) due to butterfingery droppage in the dim, dark past which has just come back to haunt me (wherein cracks turned into Pieces Which Fall Off).
I’m posting this from the [now known as] Dear Old Dell (or DOD) with it’s new sleeker cleaner hood and while I’m v. grateful to the Captain for my v. pretty new lapdog [who shall be called Foogee] I shall be a bit sad to relinquish full reliance on DOD. For a start it’s MINE whereas Foogee belongs to the boss… and it’s blue whereas the newbie is shiny silver… which is a bit, well, ordinary…
Of course Foogee is wicked fast and the screen is nice and shiny, and it has a card reader in it so I can slot phone pix into it and it’s fast to turn on and off and it’s speakers are nicer than the Dell’s which were buggered within 6 months of getting it…
But… it, well lacks that sort of, sentimental connection… That sigh of hello, that someone loved you enough to give me to you greeting…
Bah… who am I kidding…
I’ve got a new lapdog… It’s ace!!!!