It's pissing down rain outside at the moment.
Work's still easy. I think there's a way I can sign up to
use Yahoo Instant
Messenger there, so if any of you would like to chat, we can set
up a
meeting.
Frida's pseudo-boyfriend arrived from Adelaide this week.
He's a Burmese
guy, seems pretty cool. She desperately wants to marry him and
bear his
children, and he's had her wrapped around his finger for eight
years. It's a
sad situation.
An Australian group called Killing Heidi will be touring the
US for the
first time in a couple of weeks. Catch them if you can (especially
you,
Jennifer), I think they're great. They sound like Garbage without
all of
the electronic mixing. Check out their Web site at:
http://www.killingheidi.com.au/
I got a letter in the mail from Nikon thanking me for contacting
them about
the sponsorship of a digital camera and calling me a retard for
actually
thinking that they might go through with it.
Thanks to Tina for pointing out that the little American surfer
dude who
falls off his film reel has a name: Clip. As a former employee,
Tina is
very familiar with the inner workings of AMC theatres, the entity
which
spawned Clip. Check out the AMC Web site for a glimpse of the
bastard:
Now compare him with the Val Morgan bastard and tell me that's
not a
copyright infringement lawsuit waiting to happen:
http://www.valmorgan.com.au/free.html
And here's a small selection of recent pictures from my trip.
There's not
much to see since most of my other pictures are floating somewhere
in the
Pacific Ocean:
http://www.anythingbaseball.com/oz/
It just stopped raining.
No Regrets (except for sending home a box of pictures and negatives
with
Australia Post).
Jeff