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Mardi Gras

For those who care, I'm now a blonde (or maybe, I'm now a BLONDE!) and I'll probably be marching with the Sydney Leather Pride Association.

If anyone is watching the Main Event live feed, is it possible to record it? The only problem with marching is that I don't get to see most of the parade because I'm right in the middle of it.

Anyway, about to turn off my computer and run away. I will have internet access while I'm down there, so will be paying some attention to things, but if you need to contact me urgently, either ring or message my mobile, or send an email to the mobile email address.

Bye!

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travisjhall
Mar. 6th, 2009 01:27 am (UTC)

If anyone is watching the Main Event live feed, is it possible to record it?

Is that on free-to-air? Because I might be able to get the PVR to record it if it is. Though, recording has been messing up a bit on the PVR recently. I think it's because of those power failures.

ozgenre
Mar. 6th, 2009 01:27 am (UTC)
Yup. You can record a Main Event, but it will automatically delete itself 72 hours after recording and/or 48 hours after watching it the first time.
fengshuiguy
Mar. 6th, 2009 03:39 am (UTC)
Have a blast, dude!
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