Friday, March 18, 2005

Mother's tongue

Some confessions came out from my mother the other day.

There was the day she left my slightly younger brother in a pram outside in the backyard for some air and the sun came around and his face got sunburnt. That night her mother exclaimed how flushed he was. Mum just said that he had a rash that would be gone in a couple of days and sure enough, it was.

I am the first son and it must have taken my mother some time to get used to the idea of having a baby. Her mind must have been so busy about what to wear to a wedding, that she forgot all about me and left me at home asleep alone. At some point after the wedding she must have remembered and no doubt there was a mad panic.

As I can’t really remember, the above may have been my brother too.

Oh, and she is a poor cook, does not knit or sew, reads trashy magazines, never done paid work and is thoroughly lovable.

Late night emails

I have made the error of sending late night emails. You know, the ones that you feel embarrassed about the next morning. I am more cautious now and usually save an email or a post to the next morning for review.

But I really want to send this one now, but being the measured and focused person I am now, (and learnt some hard lessons about late night emails/sms/phone calls) I will save it till the morning.

But I would really like some opinions, if you are fast.


Good morning M.

While there are serious ongoing issues for The P which we hope will be dealt with, I am getting seriously annoyed about a simple maintenance matter, the pool air system not working. It has been off for over one month now.

While this email is cc to body corp committee members, it is very much a personal email from me as a property owner and resident of The P to our body corp managing company.

V C pointed out that ours, among other Central Equity properties, is not a good system. However, we have paid a lot in the past to maintain it and no doubt will so in the future and are prepared to do so.

So why doesn't the contracted maintenance company do so promptly?

One week maximum between notification of a fault and rectification seems reasonable.

Since it has not been working the pool metal girder rusting seems to have increased markedly.

Time line: Pool was empty and rust appeared but barely visible. Pool working at the end of 2004 and air working, pool rust increased a little. February/March, air not working and rust suddenly exploded in the metal girders.

This does not negate the underlying cause of rust to the girders, but if the air is working, it does seem to have an impact on the growth of rust.

I have spent three winters in the pool and spa with no air heating. I don't want to spend another. The pool air has worked only a few months of our three year time as Princeton residents. It is just not good enough.


Thursday, March 17, 2005

The thirst for knowledge

It is a chicken and egg argument. Does the thirst for knowledge increase as the supply of information on the net expand, or does the increase in supply drive our thirst?

Who knows, but you should have a good chuckle while spending too long on the pc in one day and here is mine that I happened across while trying to establish if mini cabs are legal in the UK or not.

man (we'll call him bob) gets a cab from a rank outside a train station, the driver is rude and pisses the man off etc. next time bob is at the station, he spies the same driver at the back of the line and goes along each cab offering oral sex to the drivers in return for a free ride. each one is disgusted, until he gets to the driver at the end and just gets in and pays him. as he is driving past the rest of the cabs he gives the thumbs up sign to the parked drivers.

Getting old and forgetful #25

For the past decade, no one has ever seen me without my mobile phone. Not that I ever really need and it seldom rings. Today I went out for an hour without my phone. The slight feeling of panic quickly passed when I realised I had just left it at home. So long as I was not involved in a hideous accident, I would be ok without it for an hour. And I was, and there were no missed calls.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Not happy

I am seriously not happy about this overseas chick from China being found dead in her accomodation seven months after she died.

Did not anyone care that she went missing? It seems not. Did not the uni notice that this person who had paid huge sums to study in Australia went missing?

Watch and wait for the spin doctors to do their work.

Have a quick read of the story here.

The green electric

I have shamelessly stolen an idea from another blogger.

Green electricity! Is it as good? I believe you can now buy if for the same price (to be confirmed).

I like the idea but......... If I want to kill a fly, I use the strongest insecticide so that it goes down quickly and as an aside, does not suffer too long. I like my chemical cleaners. I did some time ago try environmentally friendly cleaners and they just were not effective. Give me the chemical cleaners that work. Burn that dirt off. Dissolve it.

But this green electric? Is it as good as the electric produced by dirty coal fired power stations, or environmentally questionable hydro power?

I think I want strong electricity, the stuff that makes things work. None of the wishy washy green electric that might peter out at any time, or just not be strong enough to drive the air con compressor. Would it be strong enough to drive a big set of bass speakers? I don't think so.

In fact perhaps I should move to a country that has nuclear fired power stations. Now wouldn't that be guaranteed to speed things up around the home. Brighter lights, colder fridge, quicker battery charging, the list could be endless.

Yep, let's go nuclear.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

A party

Parties are great fun, but not for me usually. This was more a getting together of people who we know, so wasn't so bad. Eight older gay white males, combined with a bit younger five Indian guys and a bit younger again five SE Asian guys. Big and open to the garden house, some great 80s and 90s music, sprinkled with some Indian dance music, plenty to drink, great food and some of the guests quite trashy. Makes for a good party. When you hear the sound of a glass breaking, you know it is getting good. Best tale was told by a Vietnamese born guy who's father found a pair of his son's boyfriend's underpants under the seat of his car. A Williamstown Beach moment we believe. Although he is kewl now, the father went troppo and smashed a lot of stuff. NO SON OF MINE.......... I guess. Us olders went to our respective homes while the younger ones planned their trashy night out at DTs and the Peel. I must confess, I did have a twinge that I would have loved to go with them. Just a passing twinge I assure you. Have you worked out that I liked a couple of the guys there? Sexy mf***kers.