Robbed...

The explanation for this pic is at the end of the story

I was all ready to begin my blog entry this morning with a fantastically witty quote, as I'm sure you're coming to expect from me, but did some browsing first and found to my despair that someone who I don't think I've ever met, not even once, drunk, on the lounges upstairs at Suzie Q's, but have somehow got into the habit of reading the blog of, used exactly the same quote to begin her post!

This is like turning up to a party, and finding that someone else is wearing exactly the same selection of fruits in their Carmen Miranda outfit, right down to the Ski Double-Up yoghurt containers on their feet and the coconut dangling suggestively below the crotch.

The quote is of course "I really like deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make when they fly past" from the dead but surprisingly huggable Douglas Adams. But whilst Chia had to make a word substitution for it to fit her life, for my purposes it can be used straight out of the box, as will soon become clear.

Firstly, though, Teresa's birthday do at The Rose was very enjoyable, including a surprise meeting with a strange little astronomer girl who had a furry beer and wombat suit, and a very awkward moment when, using the word "homo" with gay abandon (natch) as a universally applicable verb/noun/adjective/adverb, I apparently offended someone whose mother just came out as a lesbian... Wikkid. Reminds me of a certain set of marraccas.

Then, after a lovely evening at the Manly Wharf for Alex's, where everyone was nicely soused, which is the best way to be soused, despite it not being a particularly big or late night for me (the advantage of starting early), for some reason I didn't sleep that well afterwards, so I was as tired as all copulation on Sunday, and it was all I could manage to sit at my computer, adjust a few graphs and typographical errors, and listen to the DVD of mp3s that Island Mat sent me, hilariously labelled "Gay Porn", meaning I've got to be very careful about leaving it lying around on my desk at work (when to, when not to, etc).

Which reminds me: Pop77 is indeed a fantastically enjoyable aural experience. I'm also enjoying Madvillain, DJ Shadow and Deltron. The rest is yet to be explored.

But anyway, the upshot is that I won't be giving my supervisor my draft thesis just yet, hence the quote. It turns out he's not here anyway, which provides a useful alternative excuse.

I had a lovely ferry trip from Circular Quay to Manly for Alex's, during which I took some fantastically touristy shots of the sun setting behind the opera house and the bridge, but then due to my tiredness and/or general incureable vagueness, I left my camera at my parents' house. So to make sure my blog stays pretty, I went to the archives again and found an old favourite of the sun setting. This is also at Cape Cod, taken just minutes after the one in my last post, as we hurried back to the car freezing our jubblies off.