today

rough. a 30 y/o miner in first year engineering is about to score with a petite arts moll because he told her he's union secretary at a coalmine.
problem: I share my local with workers from the mine in question and know exactly who the union sec. is. and it ain't him.
bigger problem: i'm such a laptop pussy I don't have the cojones to take on even a fake mining union sec. but if that girl ever reads this blog...

nuts - today!

today

the gentleman of whose nuts I spoke a few posts ago entered a bathroom at the same time as me. relations have been a little tense for a month or so and after exchanging pleasantries, both of us stood in front of the urinal an awful long time before either could tinkle, although I did start first. Power play!

today - away from 20 twentai, maat

rather, I'm an artist in residence:

and the guy not covering up his hair loves madvillain and dangermouse. on. no. he. did. not.
and this is how hard I work on my blog. for you. of all people.

today - not on bus but wtf

the cheump scion I referred to a couple of posts ago, yeah, you with me? he lives here. but he's going! (or this is a house a couple next to his. i don't care when it comes to optimism, I'm a jack of all traads.)

tonight

i'd like to apologise to all those at the receiving end of emails this evening. I have power back on in my house which means I can sit down with iron bar, a handful of 3-phase-badboy and an email client, and people are invariably going to get hurt. sorry.
I've also decided to bump up to 3 gig/month, having used 200 meg in a single day of 3-phase-badboys.
greg hunt is shithouse! www.abc.net.au/lateline

today

...and my maat's all like 'i said: let's get a brewski' and I'm all like 'i'm already there, maat'.
like, just stay cool, maat.