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Christmas is over...

Well, the good news is that I survived Christmas.

The bad news is that my internet connection at home didn't. Due to uploads beyond my control (it wasn't my fault, honest!) Optus has decided that my uploads were excessive and negatively impacted other customers in the area, and as a result I got suspended for seven days.

The good news is that the suspension started on the 23rd, the day I left for St George, so I should be back up and running on the internet this evening.

So, a quick recap of Christmas:

The drive out to St George on Tuesday, and the drive back on Sunday was a pain, but it was quicker than it used to be as over half the distance is a 110 km/hr zone. Of course I drove that section at about 120 to 130, so that bit took less than the normal three hours.

For Christmas I got a new printer/scanner/fax/copier (Lexmark X6170) from Mum and Dad, and a 256Mb USB memory stick from my brother. See, they do love me, they gave me geek toys for Christmas!

I am pleased to report a 400% increase in the number of Christmas cards I received this year, meaning I got 5 instead of the 1 I got last year. I got one from work (same as last year), plus another from one of my work mates, an e-card from greenglowgrrl, plus one each from the_metatron (Thanks John) and stormwind (Thanks Martin).

Just a reminder to local Brisbane people, I am having a New Years Eve gathering at my place tomorrow. If you are not working on the day you are welcome to turn up any time from 10:30 am for games (I have new ones!), or just that night for the gathering. The wading pool will be filled, the toy golf set will most likely be used, I have watermelon and rockmelon from St George (tasty and free!) plus miscellaneous other nibblies. I'll most likely be making muffins tonight, and I think Byron said he was going to try and make an Apple and Rhubarb crumble ( I have no idea why).

If you want to come please let me know (cause I'm a nosy bugger) but don't think you can't come if you haven't let me know before hand. You'll probably want to let me know before hand anyway so you can get my address.

As for the new games: Recently Mum went through a lot of the cupboards at her place and sorted out all the old games and puzzles. Some she kept, but the ones she didn't want my brother and I got to keep. So, I have some new ones, or to be more accurate, some old games that I haven't had before.

See you New Years Eve, or elsewhen.

Comments

emmycantbemeeko
Dec. 29th, 2003 06:59 pm (UTC)
I must ask... what on earth is rockmelon?

And apple and rhubarb crumble sounds delicious.
the_metatron
Dec. 29th, 2003 08:57 pm (UTC)
It's what we civilised folk call cantelope. lol
mijbril
Dec. 30th, 2003 02:53 am (UTC)
Now I've learnt something too.

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I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

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Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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